Disclaimer: JK's. Not mine. Story mine. Characters hers. So are places. Mmyeah.

Author's notes: Look! French! Ahaha! Sorry. Um. I actually heh forgot whether Lucius was sent to Azkaban or anything like that...Someone told me he was in the fifth book. Its been a while since i read it. Sorry if he was. If he wasn't...Enjoy the FRENCH! Ahaha! (giggle Theo's middle name is Andrew)

"Where are they?" That's what I hear. It doesn't matter what I hear anymore. I don't care.

"Well...?" he draws out the 'e'. I'm not impressed. And I'm not going to tell. That will just lead to another hissy fit.

"Je ne sais pas, Grandpapa."

"Don't you dare, Theo."

"Quoi?"

"You know exactly what. THEODORE ANDREW NOTT! I WILL NOT BE COAXED BY...!"

I love the Malfoys. They have impeccable timing.

The house elf sent to notify us of their arrival stares at his feet after his announcement.

"Is the parlor clean?"

"Yezzir."

"Send them there. Theo and I will be in in a moment." He waves off the creature with a flicker of his hand and points up the winding staircase, implying I need to change. It doesn't matter if I do or not, Draco and I will end up doing the same thing we do every time he visits.

Obligingly I change to my white and silver dress robes, and return back to my grandfather, who is busily checking his own matching black and white robes. It used to be that Mum, Da and I would all have matching white and silver. Those are our family colors, mind. The ones on our shield and everything.

Of course, Da's in Az-a-a...Merlin. I can't say it. Still. That's a weakness. I usually fall into a coughing fit or sneezing fit whenever I need to say it. I think people have realized that I can't. I'm glad they don't say anything.

What about my mum? What about your mum? Keep your stupid questions to yourself. Maybe I might tell you.

As we enter the room, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy stand, Draco getting up only a moment later. He always loves to get on people's nerves. I can't wait to see the day it comes back to bite him.

I motion for Draco to follow me and he yawns. I turn and walk away. He'll follow.

As I'm halfway to the garden, I hear a voice behind me. "What do you want, Theo? Father came to discuss...a few sensitive subjects with your grandfather, and I'm rather curious."

"Then go back there. You're not on a leash or anything."

"Fine." But he doesn't move. He just stands there staring at my back.

I decide this is boring and cross the wooden floor, brushing out through the French doors.

He follows. Good little puppy, isn't he?

"Stop flaunting yourself, Nott. I already know how easy you are."

"Flaunting, Malfoy?" I turn to glare at him. "And you certainly wouldn't know anything about flaunting yourself, would you?"

"At least I'm not half as easy as you are."

"Someday you'll top, Malfoy. Don't worry."

"Shut it, Nott."

"That's what I get for being supportive of your dreams, your hopes, your asp..."

"Nott, if you don't fucking..."

I giggle. I can't help it. Malfoy is a neat foot and a half shorter than me.

"What now?" he groans.

"Oh nothing." I pat his cheek with a grin. "Just imagining how you'll always have to look up to me."

"Believe me. It's not by choice."

"Aw...you don't like me that much. Is that it?"

"I don't like you at all, Nott."

"Really now, we've grown up with one another. Isn't it about time we started using our given names?"

"You wouldn't call me 'Draco' if your life depended on it."

"And how do you know that?"

"You call me 'Malfoy' even when you're o..."

I clap my hand to his mouth, smiling sweetly to his father, mother and my grandfather, who have decided to join us.

Lucius raises an eyebrow.

I lower my hand. Draco won't say anything as long as his father is around.

"Oui, Grandpapa?" I ask quietly.

"We have some issues we need to discuss with you, Theodore."

"Oui, Grandpapa?"

"Draco, the house elves will show you and your mother around the house."

Damnit. Maybe I shouldn't have given those books to George.

Mrs. Malfoy and Draco are led away, Draco staring at me like he hasn't seen me before.

Mr. Malfoy and my grandfather stare at me.

"He is usually rather well-behaved...is he not?" Mr. Malfoy asks.

"Usually. Theodore. Tell Mr. Malfoy what you've done with the books."

"Je ne sais pas, Monsieur Malfoy."

"He's lying," Malfoy drawls.

"He won't tell," Grandpapa hisses.

"Veritaserum."

"Adieu."

"What?" Grandfather turns in time to see me apparate. Mr. Malfoy looks positively stunned.

Did they really think I'd sit around and let them probe my mind with truth serum?

I feel sick. Something isn't right.

My white robes are no longer their lovely white. They've become less white and more gray. The silver and white trim seems odd Misshapen somehow. I stare and it still doesn't make sense.

The sick feeling rises in my throat again.

Splinched.

I go over the basics.

Who am I? I am Theodore Nott.

How old am I? Nearly seventeen.

Where do I go to school? Hogwarts.

What house am I in? Slytherin.

I close my eyes. Something is wrong. I can't place it.

I can't even place myself. Where am I?
"Shush, Fred."

George?

"Why?"

"Just let him sleep."

"He's been sleeping for the better part of three days."

Three days?!

Suddenly the blankets around me become tighter, closing their warmth around me. I open my eyes unwillingly. Bodily reaction to waking up.

"See, you woke him up!" George growls to Fred. All I see is the bright orange hair, his body turned awkwardly to regard the brother. He's sitting on the edge of the bed.

I wiggle one hand free and touch George. "It's all right," I croak.

He turns back to me with wide, worried eyes.

"Really."

"How are you feeling?"

How was I feeling? My throat was raw, the blankets are frankly making me hotter than hell and George is half sitting on me. "I feel great." Strangely enough, I'm not lying.

A smile curls weary lips and he leans down to kiss me on the forehead. Only a year ago, I would've yelped and tried to stop him. Strange how Draco changes people, eh?

Of course, a year ago I would've also hated George for the mere fact that he's a Weasley, and here it is that I'm helping him. Subsequently, I'm helping the same people who imprisoned my father.

I hope they get my grandfather next.