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"Why is she here?" Harry demanded, barging into Dumbledore's office.

"Who?"

"You know who...The spawn of Satan! Emma! Emma Riddle," Harry spat.

"What's wrong with her?" Dumbledore inquired, lowering his glasses as if to get a better look at Harry.

"She's the second Riddle at Hogwarts, and you're okay with it?!" Harry was disgusted. "Do you not remember what he did? He killed my parents, Dumbledore. Cedric, Sirius...and you're acting like this girl, this Emma, is just another student. Like she's not Voldemort's child?"

He turned away, hurt, and ready to leave. Dumbledore grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"She is just another student, Harry. You will treat her like it. Emma doesn't know of her parentage and you are not to be the one to tell her. Do you understand?" He looked Harry in the eye, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, sir." Harry glared at him and left for the Gryffindor common room.

He has a daughter my age. Emma's her name...Of course, you knew of this, and just conveniently forgot to tell me? Did you also know that she didn't even
make it into Slytherin? She's a Gryffindor. Disgusting.

Draco

He shoved the letter at Hollister, earning himself a sharp peck in the hand. "Shoot!" Draco pulled his hand quickly away, noticing that his owl drew blood.

He pointed towards the open window and watched as Hollister flew towards Malfoy Manor.

Draco sighed and left the common room, which, as it was about 7 o'clock by now, had just begun to fill up.

He had to find Emma.

(3 hours later)

At 10 o'clock, Draco was still looking. Well, he did take some breaks. You see, Pansy Parkinson was studying in the library. It'd be rude not to stop and talk. And we all know how polite Draco Malfoy is.

There were a few other distractions as well. He had to make a stop in the kitchens for cupcakes. A growing boy does need his desserts. Then Crabbe got his foot stuck in the broken stair, so he had to help there, too.

As you can tell, it certainly wasn't Draco's fault that he was caught walking around the school after hours. Time flies when you've got so much to do. So how could he, poor innocent Draco, deserve a detention? Life's really not fair sometimes.

"Oh.....this is bad. Very very very bad. Ginny, come here. This is bad.."

"Okay, we get it Ron. Whatever it is, it's bad."

It was the first day of classes in their 6th year, but they didn't really care. There were more important issues at hand.

"Ron, what is it?" Hermione asked, concerned. She'd spent the summer at the Burrow, and in that time her and Ron had become more than 'just friends'. Finally.

"It's- it's my dad. He was fired. They got rid of his whole department. Mum. She wants us to come home," Ron read in disbelief, looking up at his friends' faces.

"But we just got here!" Ginny protested.

"Gin, they need us there. We might lose the Burrow," Ron tried to explain.

"Oh...woah." As the severity of it all kicked in, a tear fell down Ginny's cheek.

When Hermione saw this, she too started to cry. "I don't want you to leave, Ron."

He automatically reached over and pulled her into a hug, "It'll be alright. Everything will work out....I promise."

As this drama was unfolding, no-one realized Harry squeezing Ginny's hand under the table. "Miss you," he mouthed

So there it was. The five students who knew about Emma were down to three.

"I can't go to class, Harry. I just can't handle Snape right now...I can't," Hermione pressed.

"We have to go. Snape's not like Trelawney. He'd actually notice if a student were missing...."

"I'm sorry...I know this isn't like me, not wanting to go to class, but I can't do it. I'm staying right here," she answered, patting the arm of the sofa for added emphasis.

"You're right...it's not like you," Harry frowned.

"Oh, come on, Harry! You face Voldemort ever year, but you're scared to skip one of Snape's lectures?" Hermione smirked.

"Ugh...fine. I'll stay here with you. But we're going to DADA and Care of Magical Creatures later."

"Wouldn't miss them."

Following Snape down to his office in the dungeons, Hermione glanced over at Harry and gulped.

He glared at them across his desk for what seemed like forever.

"What is it? Do you think my classes are optional? Is that it?" he demanded.

"No....sir," Hermione added as a afterthought.

"Well, I guess you just lost your last chance of an excuse. If you can give me a good reason for not making it to Potions this morning in the next 5 seconds...."

They were both silent.

"Fine. Then you each will serve a detention tonight. Meet Mr. Malfoy in the library at 7. Filch will take good care of you," he sneered.

Author's Notes: Wow, this chapter's a lot longer than the first one....I want to thank all of my reviewers...Olivia, you rock my socks....and yeah. That's bout it.

ADDDITIONAL: I give up...I'm going to start a new story, maybe something will come to me on this one? If not, it's going to be deleted in a few weeks.