A/N: I don't own Harry Potter blah blah blah you get the point. Anyway, sorry for the late update. I blame my new DVD's and lack of sleep, plus I lost the job I've been busting my ass to get just because the owner felt it would bee a less strain if he moved the business to his home state and ditch all the employs. Also, will you people please review! If you don't like it, tell me WHY! Plus if you have any ideas of your own, tell me. I'm suffering a bad writer's block, and I have ideas for the next few years of her school days, but no ideas for the next freaking' chapters. DAMN! Sorry, my problem I'll handle it. I love you guys!

Chapter3


Katrina walked up the narrow stairway behind Zulman tugging the newly shorted strands of hair resentfully. It wasn't the fact he messed up her hair, but the fact he managed to get her to lose it again, that really brassed her off. Katrina knew how close her temper had been getting. Once more she didn't know what bothered her more. the fact he was a decedent of Voldamort , or the fact she trusted him, even though she knew she shouldn't. Tarot was curled on her shoulders once more and watched Zulman reproachfully.

" Malfoy doesn't own the place, but is still running it." Zulman said

Katrina looked rather skeptical, " What sort of wizard runs a hotel with a spa?" she snorted.

Zulman gave her a rather cold look " One who is attempting to avoid suspicion."

Katrina was about to make a remark about that statement, but took one look at his face and thought better of it. The stairway curled as they walked further on. Katrina felt light-headed from the pressure and height of the building, and as small as the place looked from the outside, the stairs seemed to go further on. the stairs ended at an elegantly carved door, and Katrina leaned against the wall to clear her head. Zulman pounded twice on the door and Katrina overheard a woman yell in the background.


"Draco, it's Riddle with another one of his kids!"

Katrina walked up to the door and pressed her ear to hear what his response would be. Zulman shook his head and gave her a warning look, plainly telling her not to do that. She ignored him and heard in the background.

"Tell him I'm not here!"

Zulman grabbed Katrina by the arm and pulled her from the door so forcibly that Tarot had to scramble to stay on her stay on her shoulders. Zulman slammed the door open and walked with a stride, dragging a very confused and indigent Katrina behind him.
A woman, who seemed to be the secretary, jumped at her desk at the strange sight of Zulman walking rather quickly, dragging a girl who looked like she should be selling matches on the street corner, with a amber golden dragon clinging to her shoulders.

Let Draco handle this one! I need a vacation! She thought, and packed up to leave.
Katrina gasped for breath as Zulman finally walked through the office door. He hadn't slowed down since the stairs and when he finally let go of her arm she sank down on the floor. Malfoy was a little different then Ginny anticipated, Katrina noticed. He looked more tired and quite then she would expect. his hair was a bit longer, but he still had the air of someone who cursed his life, but would be Damned before he let anyone take it from him.
He seemed to be writing to someone when Zulman marched up to the desk, leaving Katrina on the floor.

" So your not here! huh", he said annoyed "Well, where are you?"

"What is it now Zulman?" Malfoy snapped not looking up from his writing. When he did, he stared at Katrina as she pulled herself from the ground and sat again clearly out of breath, and gave the boy an exasperated look.

" You know quite well I can't have another one in here." he hissed in a low voice, "The ministry is already nosing about."

Zulman grinned and nodded towards Katrina. " I seemed to have found Ms. Potter wondering in the back of your little shop, when I noticed a peculiar item around her neck. Oh say, the medallion! "

Malfoy seemed to have a change in mood when he heard this news. He leaned over his desk and looked unimpressed at the child sitting on the floor.

" What makes you think she's Potter's child," he sniffed.

Zulman pulled her to her feet and smirked when she shoved him away " I saw her communicating to that..." he pointed to the young dragon "... in it's own language. plus..." Katrina couldn't understand what he meant by own language and glared at him. "...you can't see ferocity in her face without seeing Harry Potter." he continued.

Malfoy stared at her for a moment and then beckoned them to follow him as he walked to the side of his office. Katrina gave a gasp for when he pressed his hand on the wall it went right through. As he passed through Zulman took Katrina's hand and lead her to the wall, but jerked to a stop when he reached the edge of the barrier. She had stopped abruptly and looked at him coldly.

"Why should I follow you? What do you have to offer?" she snapped, in no mood to be reasonble,"why should I trust you?"
Zulman's lips curled into a rather devious-looking smile and lowered his head so his bloodred eyes locked with hers.
"Don't you want answers about your past? Or maybe about your pretty medallion?" he said with the air of someone who already knew the answer before the person asked the question. Katrina couldn't tear her eyes from his and unwillingly the thought came "He's the graveyard serpent. He hunts for the buried past in the moonlight and devors the mourning roses while weeping for them!"

She then unconsciously raised her hand to her throat as if shielding it from something, then lowered it as if ashamed of her strange thought and behavior, but for a moment wonderd why she had such a worried feeling.

"Why do you want to help me?" she asked, but without coldness this time. She was shocked to see he looked almost afraid for a moment, but it faded swiftly.

"You confuse me, but just because the answers not said dosen't mean its not right in front of me," he said "Its almost like a memory I've long since forgotten." He then shook his head like he was trying to clear it, then giving her a look walked through the wall.
Katrina, left there feeling very confused quickly followed him through. It felt like walking through a thin sheet of water, and when she got through she found herself in a strange room full of couches. Suddenly she felt very disoriented and calm, till she felt a sharp tug on her arm into the other room.
Zulman watched her get her senses together as he held on to her arm.

"No," Zulman laughed trying to keep a straight face "You don't want to go in that room!"

A/N: updating as fast as i can, but no reviews kills any mood to write.

Thanks to christinaMathers313 for being such a patient beta, sorry i've haven't writin in so long, but its been a hell of a couple months.