Ok here is the second to last chapter. Sorry I didn't give any warning before about this story being almost over but I didn't know until I actually finished writing the whole story. SO please read then review and tell me what you think of it. THanks! Oh and thank you to my lovely reviewers- fieryred20 and princess kyra.

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"Well…that went rather well," said Gwen brandishing her sword.

"Yeah, it did," replied Draco sullenly.

"Cheer up, Draco, your situation is not as bad as mine was."

Draco's eyes lit up and he said, "You never did tell me what happened to you."

Gwen's eyes became bluer as she carefully set her sword down. She closed her eyes and gracefully lifted herself of the ground and sat cross legged in the air. "I was a mistake to my parents. I was never supposed to be born…or at least they never planned for me to be born. Anyways, Lucius hated me not only since he was not an only child any more but also because I was different from the rest of the Malfoys. I was the child who stood out. To him, it was in a bad way…I was a lot like you, except only younger. The thing was, despite that, I looked up to Lucius. I followed him around all the time, annoyed the bloody hell out of him."

"Can't imagine why," muttered Draco.

"What?"

"Nothing, keep going."

Gwen raised an eyebrow at him then said, "Anyways, me being around him all the time somehow caused him to see how I was different from every else. He saw that I never did what our parents told me to do. I showed…emotion, anger, hate, sorrow, happiness, joy, and all those things. Who cares if you show what you're feeling? It's not good to keep it all bottled up inside. Anyways, my mother was very partial to him. So partial that he used it to his advantage to send me away. Lucius convinced her that I, a mere ten year old was a grave disappointment to the name and that they should give me up for adoption. I err…never actually went to Hogwarts. Anyways, I'm not sure how they did it but they sent me away to an orphanage in southern France. Didn't get out till I was 16."

Draco's jaw dropped. "You lived among…muggles for 6 years?"

"Yes, muggles. They're not that bad actually though I didn't associate with them any more than I had to. The bad part was that every time I found out that one of the people there was a witch or wizard, they would go to Beauxbatons while I was stuck at the orphanage."

"Didn't Dumbledore send your letter to you at the orphanage?" asked Draco.

"No, he's not allowed to send any letters into France. French witch and wizards are out of his zone."

"Zone?"

"Oh, sorry…when I say zone I mean that each magic school has a certain area where they pick out which children attend their school. For example, all of the United Kingdom, Scotland, Ireland, and England, children living in those countries will go to Hogwarts. Then for Beauxbatons, children who live in France, a little bit of…Spain and Germany, and a few other countries I think, will go there. Then the other countries in Europe will most probably go to Durmstrang. There are a few other smaller magic schools here and there but not many people know about those," said Gwen.

"Ok, so…what exactly was the point of this story? I know I wanted you to tell me why you were sent away but I have a feeling that there's more to that than just the story."

Gwen grinned widely at Draco and said, "As a matter of fact, there is. Your father tells you that you are a disappointment to him. You're sixteen. I was ten when I was told that I was a shame to the family. Look how I turned out."

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"I'm not saying that you will become like me but just know that no matter what your father says, you don't have to do anything that he tells you unless you want to. Disobey him for all I care. Just know that no matter how things turn out, you'll always have someone to become. Believe in something that you want. Don't believe in something that others want you to believe. Live your own life."

That was the last thing that Draco ever heard her say before he left her to her sword practicing. As we walked back down the path through the forest that would eventually lead to his house, he thought about her words. No one had ever told him to live his own life before. It's not as though he's never thought of it at all, but for his whole life, Draco had only done things that people expected of him…he never did anything that he really wanted to do. All these thoughts kept flowing in and out of his head and he made a note to himself to thank Gwen later when she had finished practicing.


The next morning, Draco got up around 8:00 and went down stairs to eat his breakfast. As he walked into the dining room, he passed his father who smirked at him and left. Wonder what father is so happy about? He asked himself. He never smirks at anyone except for Dumbledore. Draco sat down in a chair and presently a house elf came.

"Mister Malfoy," said a house elf with a very unusual voice (try to picture a voice kind of like Napoleon from Napoleon Dynamite). "What can I get you sir?"

Draco smirked at the house elf and said, "Toast, bacon, and eggs."

"Very good, sir," said the elf who disappeared promptly with a pop. Two minutes later, Draco's food appeared on the table and he slowly began eating it. As he was about to begin eating his eggs, he heard someone walk into the dining room. He looked up and saw that it was his mother. "Good morning, mother."

"Good morning, Draco," she said not really paying any attention to her son.

Draco sensed that something was wrong so he asked, "Mother, are you alright?"

"What? Yes, I'm fine. Why?"

"You're not fine. I can tell, you never give abrupt answers if you're feeling alright."

"Don't worry about anything, son, I'm fine."

"Ok," said Draco. Taking a big bite of his bacon, he said, "Have you seen Aunt Gwen this morning?" Narcissa did not answer her son. When Draco looked up, he noticed that her face looked abnormally pale. "Mum, where's Aunt Gwen?"

Narcissa's blue eyes looked cold as she turned her face towards him. "She's gone, Draco."

"As in she left for somewhere else? Did she leave a note as to where she was going?" Draco watched as his mother put one hand on her forehead. "Mum, where is Aunt Gwen? Tell me!"

"Draco, she's gone," replied Narcissa.

"You just told me that. Where did she- no, you mean gone as in…"

"Yes, Draco, she's dead," replied Narcissa taking a deep breath.

Draco stared numbly at his food and said, "How? Did she kill herself while practicing?"

"No, son, she didn't."

"Then how? How is she dead? She was healthy and alive yesterday!" yelled Draco standing up.

Narcissa took a look at her son whose eyes were filled with anger. "Draco, sit down."

"No."

"Sit down right now, young man!" she said in a strangely commanding voice.

Draco dropped into his seat and stared at his cold food.

"You father told me about what happened yesterday. He found you watching her practice when he told you to stay away from her."

It suddenly hit Draco why his mother had brought up his encounter with them in the forest and why his father had smirked at him while leaving the dining room. "Father killed her."

"I am truly sorry, Draco."

"How'd he do it?" Draco asked.

Narcissa sighed. If he were ten years younger then she could have gotten away with saying don't ask questions. Unfortunately, standing before her was a sixteen year old who had a will of steel. "He hired men to ambush her while she was practicing. They stunned her twenty times before she was unable to move, Draco, twenty times. After that, her body gave up. Lucius obliviated her memory. If she had lived, she wouldn't have known who we were. Anyways, he told the hit men to take her to St. Mungos. The healers there said that she was beyond repair."

"So they killed her…did they even ask us if we wanted her to be killed?"

"Draco, when I learned healing from my grandmother, she always talked about something called Pointless Living. It's when so much magic has been infused into the body of a person that their brain is permanently damaged."

"And?"

"When this happens, it also causes a condition in which the person will appear alive…but will not be mentally alive. While a person is alive under this condition, the magic infuses into their bones and slowly rips every shred of material, inside their body, up. There was a law put out by the ministry about 100 years ago. Any person living a Pointless Living must be put to death immediately to be relieved of this suffering." This statement was followed by a long period of silence

"I should have known…he told her that she'd better leave if she knew what was good for her," said Draco quietly.

"You know that he's never liked her and-"

"Why didn't you do anything, Mum?" asked Draco. "Why didn't you try to stop him?"

Narcissa winced at the tone of her son's harsh words. "I couldn't," she said simply. "I couldn't…"