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Here we go...

Narcissa Malfoy opened the front door of her glimmering white mansion to the Minister of Magic. Cornelius Fudge stood there with a dumb look on his face, his green hat clutched in his hands. "Well, hello, Minister." Narcissa said vaguely. She hoped her husband had hidden all their embarrassing belongings. "What a surprise." She did not sound surprised, however. In fact she sounded blank, if that is even possible.

"Yes, um..." Fudge stammered. This was nothing new, however. He always stammered while talking to a Malfoy. "May I possibly come in?"

"Of course you may." Narcissa stepped aside allowing the Minister through the door.

Cornelius Fudge turned a corner into the living room, and saw a young man of about 18. His blond hair hung loose around his face, and his steel grey eyes were focused on the locket in his hands. It had been his ex-girlfriend, Corrine's. "Hello, Draco. Being good?"

Fudge cowered a bit when Draco's cold voice came clear from his seat. "As good and one can expect from me."

Narcissa had just gotten a horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew something was wrong, and she didn't want Draco around for whatever was to come. "Draco, dear, would you leave us?"

"No." He said sternly.

"Just like his father, eh?" Fudge got a deeply disturbed look on his face at the mention of Lucius.

"You could say that." Narcissa laughed through her teeth.

"Yes, well, I am here about Lucius actually." Fudge said. "Please sit Mrs. Malfoy." Fudge remained standing in the doorway, ready to run. "You husband, it seems, has had a run in with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and, well, your husband has been killed."

Narcissa went into a bout of high pitched hysterics.

"I'll show you out." Draco stood, and towered over the frumpy little man.

Fudge and Draco walked to the large steel door, and Draco opened it. "Where is his body?" Draco almost whispered.

"At the Ministry. I need your mother to claim it, and perform the giver rituals." Fudge said. "Do you know? Did he want to move on, or be a ghost?"

"I don't know. Mother might." Draco shut the door in Fudge's face and went back to his sobbing mother.

He let her cry into his chest. She had loved his father more than anything, though Draco could never figure out why. He treated her like a pet... like garbage.

Once he heard his mother start to snore, he carried her tiny body up the stairs to bed, kissed her cheek, and went to his own room. He undressed into his silk black boxers, and crawled into bed. He cried long and hard until he fell asleep.

Hermione's Story

Hermione awoke with a start on Saturday morning. It was 9 am and Crookshanks had just pounced on her stomach. Her eyes began to water as the bright morning sun poured into her purple walled bedroom.

She crawled out of her pink bed, and dressed quickly. She could here her mother downstairs getting ready. Today was the day that her mother had agreed to buy her an owl.

Once she was dressed in her orange t-shirt, and blue jeans, she rushed downstairs, and her mother took the pot off the shelf, and they each grabbed a handful of floo powder. Hermione went first, whirling and twirling. She lost her balance as she feel out of the grate.

As she was dusting herself off, her mother came pouring out of the grate. "I wish I was a witch, and could actually do these things." Mrs. Granger said.

Hermione and her mother walked to Eyelop's Owl Emporium, and Hermione saw the most beautiful brown barn owl. It looked strangely familiar. She decided on that one.

As she walked outside with the creature, she was thinking of names for it. She also made a mental note to write a note to Ron and Harry.

She saw her mother talking to a blonde woman all dressed in black, and her heart skipped a few beats. It was Narcissa Malfoy.

As she stepped closer she heard her mother say, "Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry."

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"Draco Malfoy's father has passed away." Her mother informed her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione said as the made another mental note to add this to the notes for her friends.

"No one needs your pity, Granger." Draco snapped. He was dressed in a black tank top with a black leather jacket over it, and black pants. His eyes were covered by black sunglasses, and he ran his finger through his blond hair. If Hermione saw the tear slid out from under his glasses she didn't let on.

"Walk with me Narcissa." Mrs. Granger took Mrs. Malfoy towards the other side of the street, while Draco and Hermione sat on a bench.

"I really am sorry, Malfoy." She said as she stared at the cobblestone ground.

"Yeah me too." He looked down at his hands intent on not crying in front of her. "You know, everyone hated him, but not my mother and me. We loved him, and He loved us."

"Malfoy, Hermione put a reassign hand on Draco's knee.

"Can it, Granger! You're not sorry, and you don't feel bad for me!" He stood up.

"Draco." Narcissa was back with Mrs. Granger at the side. "Since we have become poor, and have no where left to go, we have been invited to stay with the Grangers."

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped, and Draco said an obscenity.

Author's Note: Well, what do you think? I hope it sounds good so far. If not go ahead and tell me. Is there anything I should change? Does anyone know Mrs. Granger's first name? Review and let me know.