Here is Part 4, quite a twist. Hope you enjoy it. Luv A.I.T Oh, and thanks to Depth Of Soul for ur advice, i know i dnt change it much but it might be a bit more realistic, and i changed preceeded to followed too. Thanks heaps. : )

Part 4

Harry was right; the months that followed the attack on Hogwarts were, no doubt, interesting. The front page of the daily prophet had a different heading every day, 'CHILDREN DEFEAT THE DARK LORD' 'YOU-KNOW-WHO IS WHO-KNOWS-WHERE?' 'HEIR TO MALFOY FORTUNE SAVES HOGWARTS.' Usually, the students and Professors who were still living ignored the title pages because they already knew what had really happened. They had lived it. Their time was spent trying to rebuild the school and owling the parents of those who had died. All the professors had survived, but everyone was still very weary after that. The truth was that no one had seen the three or four silent death eaters arriving by broomstick onto Hogwarts grounds, no one had noticed them spying through the windows, and until the explosions began, everyone inside was blissfully ignorant to what was about to happen to them.

'Come on Parkinson, you should be happy, we're about to get rid of Hogwarts forever, what's wrong with you?'

'My daughters in there, what do you expect?' Timmons narrowed his eyes at his partner,

'I expect you to be willing to make that sacrifice for Voldemort, as we all are.'

Parkinson lowered his head and nodded, not noticing that his superior, a certain tall, Blonde superior by the name of Lucius Malfoy, was watching him. Lucius glanced down to his wrists, which were still bruised from being tied in a cell in Azkaban, where he had spent the past four weeks. But he had, with the help of lord Voldemort, escaped from that desolate hell and was now vengeful to Dumbledore, for it was Dumbledore who got him thrown in there in the first place, just because he used the cruciatus curse on Draco and Narcissa. It was easy to see why all the other death eaters looked up to him with such respect His long, platinum blonde hair hung regally on his shoulders, his, heavy black robes billowing behind him whenever he strode past. He leant against one of the dark, shadowy trees in the forbidden forest where they were waiting, waiting until nightfall, until they were to lead Voldemort to Hogwarts and have it destroyed.

That night, after a 'one for himself and all of you for me' speech from Voldemort, the five best death eaters set off to Hogwarts, their silhouettes black against the night sky, black like their intentions, black like their hearts. (Author takes time out to laugh along with Eva)

They landed softly on the roof and situated themselves around the exterior like they were told, looking through the glass pane windows for the right time to strike. Lucius' eyes fell upon a girl in the middle of the room, it was the Weasley girl, she was standing alone, this seemed odd to Lucius, but not as odd as was seeing his own son wrap his arms around her from behind. Lucius' eyes widened, his mouth fell open and his breath was caught. He nearly died when he saw her turn to kiss him, watching them in a merge of emotions.

'My own son, that, dirty traitor'

'But look how happy it is'

'Haven't I taught him to never...'

'Have you ever been able to make him that happy'

'He was happy'

'Yeah right, like all those times he was screaming in agony from you putting the cruciatus curse on him?'

Lucius' internal conflict went on, only snapping out of it when he saw Ron Weasley punch Draco in the face, he was suddenly furious. He saw a fight between Draco and the Weasley climax, and subsides when Draco knocked him out, at which point, Lucius felt a sudden swell of pride. But the way the Girl was yelling at her brother, the way she clenched tightly onto Draco's hand. He could tell that she really cared for him; otherwise she would have let him get beaten. Lucius couldn't have been more conflicted. He knew at that moment that his son had never known anything good or happy in his life. Lucius despised himself for having treated him that way, for being such a coward; he had always wanted to give Draco a life he didn't have. But he never could. And now, he never would, because in a few moments, they would be ordered to invade the great hall and kill everyone inside, including Draco.

Voldemort raised his hand to signal them, Lucius' head whipped around in all directions trying to figure out what to do, his eyes fell upon Parkinson, who's eyes were tear-filled and on his daughter, who was dancing with the Zabini boy, Blaise.

He looked over to where Voldemort was crouching, eyeing Harry Potter like tomorrows lunch. Was he seriously considering killing his own son to help Voldemort get some petty revenge? He had been threatened by Voldemort for years, he knew he was a fool to ever agree to help him, but what else was he to do. Lucius was raised in a family of dark wizards, hell, Peter Pettigrew was one of Potters friends and even he couldn't resist the dark Lord! Did He really want that for his son? Lucius felt the anger well in him, he looked to Voldemort with hatred, and he was weak, powerful, but weak. If this plan didn't succeed he could always regroup and form another, one that may not get Draco killed.

In a second, he had grabbed Parkinson by the arm and pulled him around one on the walls where the others couldn't hear.

Parkinson's wand hand was trembling, but Lucius' was steady as a rock, he knew what he had to do, he had to give his son a chance at happiness. They silently watched Voldemort give the signal and the other death eaters began crawling around to enter the castle.

'Now or never Parkinson' Parkinson nodded and at the same time, both wizards yelled 'Bombarda' and were thrown back by the blast. They had only been trying to stop the death eaters, but now, as they watched the wall collapse, they realised they may have done exactly what they had been sent there to do.

Clambering to his feet, Lucius flew, with Parkinson to the fallen castle, but all was not lost, Draco stood, and was now facing the dark lord himself, Lucius' head turned and he saw the Weasley girl running for her life toward the lake, the skies opened up and the rain made her a blur. He took one more glance at Draco and turned, leaving Parkinson there to watch. Hearing him thank the gods as he saw Pansy emerge, still alive from the rubble.

He tried calling her name, but the screams at the school were drowning out his cries. He found one of her shoes in the mud and ran to where he thought she was. He did not just risk his life for his son's happiness, if the object of that happiness was going to die.

He searched for a long time, suddenly stopping as he saw a emerald green blast coming from the gaping hole in the castle, and stretching far into the forbidden forest.

Lucius was knocked out and stayed there for an apparent long while because when he awoke, there were beams of sun from the early morning.

Silence

He could now hear her sobbing and ran in the direction of the sound. He found her lying, almost dead in the mud, her eyes red and cheeks swollen, she was covered in mud and she was bleeding.

He looked at her with quiet awe, how had she been able to make Draco so happy? She had more strength and courage than he ever had. He saw her eyes open slightly as he emerged from the bushes and picked her up, he looked around for a safe place to leave her, his eyes fell upon Hagrid's hut and he hurried toward it. Reaching the door, he entered and laid her on the bed. There was a fire making the room glow a warm orange, and he knew she would be safe.

Lucius swiftly turned and headed back to the castle, when he got there he saw Voldemort scurrying off into the distance, limping heavily. Draco was inside, trying to shift another boulder from the arm of a young boy, when he was approached by Weasley again, Lucius prepared to intervene, but instead of fighting him, he wordlessly began to help.

When the boy was released, Draco headed for the hole that he could get outside through; Lucius flew down to meet him.

"You!" Draco growled as he saw Lucius standing there.

"Yes' Lucius replied 'me." Draco looked at him, trying to scowl but Lucius could see the worry and confusion in his eyes.

"She's alright' Lucius suddenly broke the tense gathering silence 'She's in that hut down the hill." Draco's eyes widened and he began to stutter

"Why...you were..."

"I made a lot of mistakes, this was the one chance I had to make up for it." Lucius waited for Draco to reply, but instead, he looked at him with the same confused eyes. But soon his expression softened and without a word, he turned and headed toward Hagrid's hut, knowing for the first time in his life, what it was like to have a father.

A/N, Part 4 complete, I added Lucius because it seemed cute, and what a twist eh???? Considering I didn't get the idea for it until just then. Oh, and also because Dilemma seems to like Lucius.. The next part will be the final one. But it's been fun. Well, I hope you enjoyed this one. R & R Please.