My friends, welcome to the ninth chapter of 'The Poet Sings'. Aren't you all excited? I know that this is going to be so much fun when I write this. I don't know how many more chapters that I'm going to write for this story. I believe that it might be only a few more. There are only a few more lines of the song so…you know! I don't know what I'm going to do right now so I'll just have to go with my heart. Okay, here we go! By the way: after you're done reading the story, could you review the chapter? Pretty please? I really want to feel the love of a review! Okay, that was a little weird, but no big! Let's get this thing started.

She's somewhere and I hear her sing,

Her words in timeless memory:

The courtroom was silent and dim as Draco and Violet sat together in the front row watching Lucious and Narcissa sit in some sort of spotlight. In front of them all, there was a row of old men and women that were known as The Council of the Ministry. This council included potions master Snape, transfiguration mistress McGonagal, and Head Master Dumbledore. Every single one of them each stared down at Lucious and Narcissa. They were finally standing trial for their crimes and Violet and Draco were called forward to testify in the case. He had worn a simple black suit with a gray tie around his neck. Violet wore a black dress with long sleeves that were sort of peasant like. It flowed down to just above her knees and was sort of frayed. Draco sat shaking most of the time as he watched his parents in the single spotlight. They were going to be guilty. He already knew what was going to happen. It was only lucky that he was eighteen or else he would have to go into some sort of foster care. Plus, if he got put into foster care, he would probably never have seen Violet ever again.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, please rise." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the hall as he waited for Lucious and Narcissa to stand up. They slowly rose and stared up at Dumbledore. Draco grabbed onto Violet's hand and held onto it tightly. She looked at him and offered him a reassuring smile. He nodded quickly and then turned back to his parents. They kept their stoic faces as the council stared them down.

"Lucious and Narcissa," Dumbledore said leaning forward with his arms forward. "You have been charged with attempted murder and serving He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. How do you plead?" he asked. Narcissa quickly glanced at Draco with what seemed to have fear in it. She was forced to look forward again. Lucious quickly answered.

"Guilty," he muttered. Narcissa felt her lower lip quiver, as everything around her seemed to crash around her. Was her own son not even going to stand up for her? He had already testified against her, couldn't he try to redeem himself with her? Of course he wouldn't, he would sit there and watcher her die probably with a smirk on his face.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" Narcissa was quickly pulled out of her train of thought and back to reality. She looked up at the council.

"I…I'm guilty." She said hanging her head in shame. Dumbledore nodded.

"Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy, you have both plead guilty to the charges of attempted murder and serving You-Know-Who. As head of the Council of the Ministry, I sentence you to death by poison." There was a sudden titter around the room and Draco let out a long held breath. He leaned forward and put his hands in his head. Violet rubbed his back as she watched guards take away Lucious and Narcissa away.

"It's going to be okay, Draco." She whispered as everyone began to walk out of the room. The council all got up at the same time and walked out in a small door on the side. Most everyone was out of the room as Draco slowly pushed himself up from his seat with Violet was by his side. They walked up the isle and headed out the doors. The halls were empty as they headed for the door that led to the outdoors. Before Draco realized it, they were finally outside in the fresh air. He blinked around in the sun and watched as everyone walked about the Ministry's small campus. There were trees and flowers surrounding them with a few benches. Violet slowly led him to one of the benches and pushed him down to sit. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands.

"I can't believe this is happening," he mumbled into his hands. Violet rubbed him on the shoulders and let out a little sigh.

"I'm so sorry, Draco." He looked up at her. Violet was shocked to find that he had tears in his eyes and they were running down his cheeks. She quickly apperated a handkerchief and handed it to Draco. He quickly took it and wiped away his unwanted tears.

"What am I supposed to do now?" he asked tucking the handkerchief into his pant pocket. Violet shrugged her shoulders.

"I'll tell you what you have to do," she said. "You have to continue working with me." Draco let out a loud sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"If I must," he muttered. Violet shrugged her shoulders and stood up from the bench.

"Is it going to be that bad to work with me?" she asked with a little humor in her voice. Draco looked up at her with wide eyes. Okay, perhaps the whole humor thing wasn't working for him.

"Where are we going to do now?" he asked. Violet smirked and held out a hand for him to take. She pulled him up and reached into his pant pocket to pull out the handkerchief that she had just given him. She unfolded it and with the simple thoughts from her mind, changed it into a piece of parchment with their next mission on it. Draco looked over her shoulder and tried his best to read what was on it. He had no luck seeing as the writing was extremely messy and seemed to have been written in a rush. Violet leaned her head to the side as she read it.

"They want us to stop," she said in a small voice. She dropped the parchment and slowly watched the parchment drift to the ground. It blew in the wind and the parchment was carried away to a distant corner of the courtyard. Draco stared at her with wide eyes.

"What do you mean we have to stop?" he asked backing away slightly. Violet turned around to face him with an unreadable look on her face.

"The Ministry believes that we've done our duty to the magical world and that we don't need to keep going on tough missions anymore." Violet pushed away a single strand of hair.

"They're giving us a very large bonus and a large house in a small village in Italy and a few servants and…that's it." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Who gets the house?" he asked deeply concerned with the matter. Violet shifted her weight onto her other foot.

"They want us to both live in the house. Why they want that…I'm not really sure why." Violet simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I suppose that you can keep the house while I go and live in my mansion." Violet cocked her head to the side.

"Are you sure that you can afford it?" she asked. Draco looked down at her.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. Violet began to walk away slightly as Draco followed her. The wind blew around them and blew out Violet's bun. It flowed around her head like a halo.

"Well, your mom and dad are going to jail, right?" she asked not even looking behind her to look at Draco. She didn't give Draco a chance to answer.

"Well, now that they're gone, your dad doesn't have a job anymore so there won't be any real income coming in." Draco scoffed.

"I'll get a job," Draco said. Violet raised an eyebrow and looked off into the sky.

"You won't be making as much money as your dad used to, right?" Draco didn't say anything. "Draco, face it: you'll lose the house and lose your servants and you'll lose everything that you hold dear…including your dignity." Draco stopped dead in his tracks. He stared down at the ground in great sorrow at this new realization. Violet too stopped walking and then turned around to face Draco. Well, not really face him but look at his frozen body. She walked back to his side and placed her finger under his chin. She pulled his face up to meet hers and she saw the new tears. Violet offered him a smile.

"Everything will get better," she muttered so close to him that they were sharing a breath of cold, crisp air. Draco looked into her warm brown eyes and pondered the thought. Would everything really get better? He didn't know.

"How are you so sure?" he asked through a choked voice. Violet looked down in thought and shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know, all I know is that…" Violet finally looked up at Draco with tears in her own eyes. "That I'd like you to come with me." Draco smiled through his tears. He cupped Violet's cheek as her finger dropped from his chin. Draco quickly wrapped his other arm around Violet's waist and pulled her close to him. He leaned his forward onto Violet's and let a little laugh grace his lips. Violet lightly closed her eyes and leaned her lips a little closer to Draco's and felt them press together. Draco was slightly shocked but initially got over it as he felt Violet wrap her arms around his neck. He picked her up by the waist and twirled her around abruptly breaking the kiss. Violet threw back her head in laughter as the wind blew around them with a bit of violence. Luckily, they didn't care about the wind. They had each other…what else did they need?

One more…aren't you all excited? That's all for this wonderful chapter. I really love writing for you people, you know? I absolutely love it! Okay, I've done enough talking. I had better go now and go to sleep. Just to let you all know, it's Halloween night and I haven't had any candy! Isn't that shocking? Yes, I'm on a diet and I have sworn off candy, but I still miss it! It was so…beautiful! Demon of the Wind