Credit for all the Harry Potter books must go to J.K. I do not own them sadly. I wish I did though.

SourJellyBeans56 of course they are real. Do not let those other people who are lacking sense tell you otherwise. I am glad you are going to lead an expedition to England to kill Ron. I have a friend there who could be your guide!

Well nothing else as of yet.

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December 31

An elf stood on a stool behind Draco slicking his hair back being sure that there were no bumps or uneven patches. The elf holding his hair in one hand reached over to a tray that held different clips, combs, and ribbons because he had also fixed his mistress's hair previously. He took a blueish-gray silk ribbon the same shade as the robes Draco was wearing and tied it at the base of Draco's neck.

Draco observed himself in the mirror. He looked HOT! The robes fit just so they showed his muscles and power but without being tight and uncomfortable.

"Is Master Lord Malfoy liking how Wobby did his hair?" the elf questioned tentatively.

Draco nodded. The elf took the tray and vanished with a loud crack.

A light rapping on the door startled Draco from his thoughts.

"Yes," he called striding to the door and opening it.

"Come Draco," Narcissa said. "We will be making our entrance soon."

Draco nodded and offered his arm to his mother. They walked around so they would be entering through the back way. Draco and she waited quietly in a small room listening as more guests were being announced. Thick green satin curtains obscured them from the view of their guests.

Draco removed himself from his mother and paced the room like a caged tiger. He raised a hand to his mouth and started to nibble at his fingernails. When he realized what he was doing he stopped and moved slowly and carefully towards the curtains. Pulling one side open a sliver, he peeked through eyes darting around the other room searching madly for her. Every corner, every shadow, every face he looked at hoping to see her. If only she was here he knew it would be all right.

"She's not there is she?" he heard his mother speak from behind him and her hand touch his shoulder.

Of course she," Draco stopped. "Who's not there mum?"

"A sweet and wonderful girl who saved both our lives more than once," Narcissa said watching as several people began to dance.

"Oh her. She's probably not even thinking about us anymore. Probably out spending our money," Draco sneered looking out again before dropping the curtain to prowl again.

"Draco she took no money. I love you and whatever you decide to do I will always be here for you," Narcissa said and exited without Draco's notice leaving him alone with his thoughts.

"Mum," he started but when he turned to look at her she was gone.

Draco pulled the curtain back but stopped before exiting, dropping the curtain back into place.

A whinny pierced the air. It was just loud enough that Draco could hear it. He moved quickly to the glass doors and flung them open. He moved out to the parapet and looked over searching for the source of the cry.

Silver Fire stood directly below him. She cried out again desperately and looked around. She took off into the labyrinth screaming for her mum.

"Silver," Draco called and descended the stairs. He followed the crying filly through the maze and out the other side.

"Good evening Malfoy," a cold sinister voice spoke with false kindness.

Draco spun and his eyes were wide and somewhat panicked as he whipped out his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" the voice shouted.

Draco's wand flew out of his hand.

"Did you really think I would let you keep your wand?" the man asked with malicious humor sounding in his voice. "I helped track down your father. I watched him tried and I saw him receive the dementors kiss. No less than he deserved. But you see it isn't enough. Not yet. He killed one of my brothers and tortured another one of them. Tonight the last Malfoy will die."

The speaker stepped out of the shadows where he'd been hiding and let the moonlight strike his face.

Draco turned pale as a ghost. "You."

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