Hey all welcome to the sixth chapter of 'The Poet Sings'. Are you all excited? I left you all with a bit of a cliffhanger last time. Okay, maybe not a bit but not much of anything. I am so tired right now…I seriously need to go get some sleep. Want to know why I'm tired? I am sick…very, very sick! But I still love you all very much and that's why I'm writing this for you. I have to tell you, you're going to be so shocked when you read this. I didn't even expect this to happen, but it is. Soon, you shall all see the pinnacle chapter of my story! Okay, now we begin!

Somewhere the night wind carries her,

A silver moonbeam lights her way.

Molly Brown looked her around for the nearest waiter to order more drinks for her and her table. Finding no success, Molly turned back to her new and old friends.

"So," she said taking another sip of her drink. "Why are you and the Mrs. headed to New York, Mr. Spencer?" she asked in her heavy southern accent. Draco, or Charles Spencer as he had told everyone on the ship, looked up from his plate of lamb and smiled at Molly.

"Well, Ms. Brown, my wife and I are headed there for vacation. We're celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary." Draco lovingly took his wife's hand; she was now called Elizabeth, into his own. He smiled at her and she returned it with great happiness. Molly let out a little laugh.

"Well if ya'll aren't the cutest couple, I don't know who is." Charles and Elizabeth joined her and their table guests in laughter. They were both rather enjoying their time at dinner even though the Titanic was supposed to crash later on that night. Elizabeth began to re-cut her lamb as the laughter died down. Charles pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time. His eyes bulged slightly and he gave Elizabeth a little nudge. She looked down at the watch and nodded. Charles stood up from his seat and pulled Elizabeth up as well.

"If you will all excuse us, we're going to go off to bed." The entire table nodded and waved goodbye as they exited the dining room. They began to head down the hall with Violet steaming ahead.

"I can't believe you waited so long to tell me what time it is!" she exclaimed. Draco rolled his eyes and put his hat back on.

"I'm sorry, I was too busy talking." He said. Violet turned the hall and went out to the deck where the hairs on her arm instantly stood up. She looked around her and let out a heavy sigh.

"We have to find them and quick. The boat is supposed to crash at about midnight and it's already eleven forty five." Draco looked around.

"Where are we supposed to look?" he asked. Violet shrugged her shoulders.

"I believe they would try to disguise themselves as best as possible. I'd say that they're either in first or second class. We'll have to split up and look around. I'll take the first class while you take the second class, okay?" Draco quickly nodded and ran back down the steps. Violet traveled back into the dining room and looked around the tables. She spotted Molly and her friends and quickly rejoined them. Molly offered her a confused look.

"I thought that you and Mr. Spencer were off to bed." She said. Violet politely shrugged her shoulders as a waiter brought her a miniature, round chocolate cake with a strawberry placed neatly on top.

"Mr. Spencer was complaining of a head ache and insisted that I rejoin you all for dessert." Molly nodded and dug into her cake by taking a rather large bite of it. Violet politely smiled and took a dainty bite of her own cake. While sticking the piece of cake into her mouth, her eyes scanned the room.

'They must be enjoying their time on the ship so perhaps their ordering a lot of food.' At that exact moment, a waiter carrying a rather large tray walked behind her with tons of food on the tray. She followed the waiter and watched him walk to the other side of the dining room. She took another bite of her cake as the waiter took the large tray to a corner of the dining room where a man and a woman sat at a small table that was rather shady. Violet nearly got up from her seat and ran over there with her wand. But luckily, she stopped herself and continued to watch the couple and ignore the laughter at her table. Molly stared at her with curious eyes as she continued to slowly eat her cake.

"Do you see someone you know, Mrs. Spencer?" she asked from across the table. Violet whipped her head around to face Molly.

"Why yes, I think I do." She said. Molly stood up from her seat and walked over to Violet's side. She pulled her up and they walked to the corner. Molly had a wide smile on her face.

"Hello Mr. Malloy," she said in a happy voice. Violet furrowed her brow together.

'Malloy…? Could it be…him?'

Draco pranced down the stairs to the second-class dining room where Violet had sent him. He had to admit that he much rather preferred the warm light of first class compared to the dimmer lights of second class. Plus, there was much more cigarette smoke in second class. He really didn't like it. Draco slowly walked through the tables and looked around him. Shockingly, everyone was starring at him as he pushed past people. He went out of the dining room and into some small halls. He traveled down the halls and tried his best to listen in on each conversation happening behind closed door. He let out a loud sigh as he began to near the end of the hall. This was one of the few halls and if they weren't in one of these rooms, they were probably upstairs in first class. Draco approached the last door with a grim look on his face. If he didn't find these people, he and Violet along with every other person on this ship was sure to die. Plus, he didn't enjoy seeing Violet cry and have tears streaming down her face. It broke his heart to see her so unhappy. Everyone deserved a parent at times of great need. Sure, he didn't have the greatest parents in the world, but at least he had them…some of the time. That was the only downside to this entire thing: his parents never seemed to be around. But hey, who was he to complain? He got everything that he ever wanted without doing anything in his entire life. As he approached the last door, he heard the mummer of voices that was quite loud. He stopped and leaned closer so that his ear was pressed against the door. He prayed that the people on the other side wouldn't just bust open the door and hit him in the head. That would cause him to go unconscious and then Violet would be really mad at him. He had to strain his ears to try and hear what they were saying. This was four inches of solid oak that he was trying to hear through.

"What did I tell you?" Draco did his best to decipher that this was a woman's voice. "They didn't send anyone from the Ministry. Our plans our going to work out perfectly." There was a little round of laughter between the couple.

"I suppose that I should have trusted you," came the male voice. Draco quirked an eyebrow.

'That voice sounds terribly familiar,' he thought to himself. He pressed his ear a little closer.

"The Ministry is probably too stupid to even think that we would do this." He said chuckling harder by the second. Both of them laughed together. Draco felt a pang in the back of his mind.

'Where have I heard that laugh before?' he asked himself taking a step back from the door and then tossing off his hat. It landed with a soft thump on the floor as Draco slowly pulled out his wand from the inside of his coat. He was happy to have had this little pocket where he could keep it. It was easier than where Violet had to keep her wand. But that was a story for a different time; right now, Draco had some kicking of a door down to do. He took in a deep breath. Right now, he really wished that Violet was with him. He gathered up every ounce of courage in his being and kicked the door down. There was a scramble and everything that Draco saw seemed to pass like a blur. The two figures had been sitting on a pair of chairs while cloaked in thick black velvet with hoods covering their faces. Draco grabbed onto the nearest person to the door, which was unfortunately the man. He quickly noticed that he didn't struggle as much as Draco had envisioned he would. He tossed him to the other side of the wall and the woman quickly ran to his size. Draco pointed his wand down at them and glared at their shaking forms. They seemed to be horrified of what Draco could do to them. Draco let out a loud sigh.

"Take off your hoods," he said. The two figures were silent and without motion as Draco stood afore them. A little growl escaped Draco's lips.

"Do what I say before I blast you into oblivion!" he yelled relishing in the new power that he had just obtained. Slowly, they both reached up and pulled off their hoods. Draco's eyes widened and he slowly backed away with his wand shaking. He reached the doorframe and held onto it with his free hand to try and keep his balance. He heard a slight rustle behind him. Violet came up behind him with her wand at the ready.

"Draco, what…" she stopped dead in her sentence as she stared down at the two figures. The man slowly stood up from his spot. He stared at Draco with his nose turned up.

"Does something bother you?" he asked pushing back his long blonde hair. "You've never been scared to see your father before…"

Oyo, bet you guys didn't see that coming, did you? Isn't that cool? Okay, I really have to go now! I am very tired and I am sick as a dog. Yes, here I am in a play and now I'm sick. Okay, I'll talk to you guys later! Demon of the Wind