Well, I know, it's short. But we got christmas, give me many reviews as a present! And no, this won't be the last we've heard of Emilie. No way, uh-uh...

Oh, and we're right before Review Number 100. Cookie to the one who writes it, the next chapter will be for him/her and you (which means reviewer number 100) can give me a line I'll put into the next chapter,even if it is "Pass me the vodka, albus" no matter how impossible it seems, I'll bring it in. This will be my present for you and even if it is ridicolous, I think it's fun...

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„What... are you doing here?"

"Listen, Draco. Emilie is in the manor, I changed her memory so she does not remember what she wanted to tell your father. She thinks she just did not get along with the other students… Your father is still in Azkaban, otherwise I would have send you a message. Even he has not got enough connections to the ministry to bring someone who is sentenced to death out of Azkaban…"

"Death?"

"Some murders came out and were proved to be done by him. Terrible thing, Draco, really, but… I was the one who gave the ministry the final tip. I was afraid, please understand… I did not think they would really sentence him to death, but they have… But that is not the point right now. You HAVE TO make sure no one tells your father. Who could?"

"Well, Crabbe and Goyle are too dumb and Blaise is okay. Pansy helped all this, and she's too afraid of me…"

"But still, be careful with Vincent and Gregory"

"I will"

"I have to go now. Goodbye, dear"

"Bye, mum…"

Draco stared when his mother put the invisivility cloak on and he looked at her footsteps in the grass. She had saved his ass. Again. She had saved his ass so many times…

And his father? Sentenced to death? He was sad, sure, but not as sad as he thought he should be. Sure, his father wasn't really sentenced to death, you could not sentence someone to death these times, but he was going to get the dementors kiss. To be sentenced to death was a wizarding-saying for it. But still, it was terrible and Draco should break down, crying. But he didn't. In fact, he felt his sadness even fade. Why being sad for someone you were terribly afraid of all your life? Why be afraid of the one who scared the shit out of you? Why be sad for a bastard to be stopped?

Draco shook his head. But why be happy of his father losing his mind?

When the portrait hole opened, Hermione jumped up and ran over to Draco, searching for bruises where none were. "What happened?"

"My father's sentenced to death"

"You can't sentence…"

"It's a saying, Hermione. He's getting the kiss"

"Oh… But why can he come here when he's…"

"He wasn't. It was my mum. She's changed Emilies memory…"

"You're not allowed to…"

"Emilie was a danger for our dear lifes so please don't talk about legal or illegal"

"Okay." Silence "You want to speak about it?"

"No"

"But your father's going to get the kiss, you must be really…"

"I'm not sad and that's my problem. I'm not able to feel anything. I'm going to sleep."

Hermione stared at him, tears forming in her eyes. What had she done wrong?

"But…" Draco half-turned "You can come if you want, I… don't really want to be alone"