Chapter 1: Mystery Girl.

"I will not have Draco get this letter!" Draco heard his father yelling as he opened his eyes from his sleep.
"But Lucius, this could be what Draco needs." his mothers soft calming voice slowly replied.
"Stuff like this will turn Draco soft like you!" his father screemed as the sound of a loud smack drifted through the house, making everything go quiet.
Draco looked at the clock beside his bed, 4:30am. Draco knew he should be sleeping but he couldn't get back to sleep. He was curious about what the fight was about. Hours passed but still the silence came. Just as Draco started to drift off to sleep he heard his father calling him.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy, Get your pathetic self down here now boy!"
He knew if he didn't go now he'd be in big trouble. So puttin on his green and silver slytherin bathrobe, he went down to the living room of the Malfoy Manor. Once he entered the room he saw his mother crying, what was wrong, he wondered why he had been called out of bed at 6:30 to come downstairs. He watched as his father walked up to him, he stood in the doorway, to scared to move.
"What the hell do you think your doing! Getting owl postage from people at 3 in the morning" His father asked trying to stay cool and calm.
"I dont know what your talking about" Draco answered truthfully. He had no clue as to what was going on, or what to do. He figured he'd just answer the questions truthfully and he wouldn't end up hurt like he always did.
"I told you he wouldn't know" His mothers soft whispered voice came.
"I didn't ask your opinion did I? No, so just shut up and go make breakfast you good for nothing..." He trailed off as he started at Draco.
"We have house elfs for that father so mother doesn't have to make breakfast and you have no reason to tell her to shut up, everyone has a right to speak." He screamed mad at his father for how he treated his mother. He soon buckled to his kness crying as his fathers hand connceted with his face.
"You see what our son has become?" He father said as he looked at his wife. "Hes become a low-life wimp, well when I was a kid, I was punished with magic and never had a tear in my eye. Its Hogwarts doing this." Dracos father screamed at Narcissa as Draco took the time to run upstairs to his room. As he walked though the door to his room he turned and casted a spell on the now closed door to keep it locked. He knew magic outside of Hogwarts could get him exspelled from school but as far as he knew, it would make his father happy. Draco sat on his black, green and silver silk bedsheets staring at himself in the snake mirror at the end of his bed. He knew he had to get out, he knew tons of stuff he had to do, but to actually do the stuff was totally different. Draco was to tired to worry about anything. he laid down to go back to sleep and he drifted into a dram that was to real for his liking.

His bed was engulfted in flames, while he laid in it. He could feel the flames, taste the soot, smell the smoke. He couldn't breathe. He had to get out but his wand was on fire and he had casted that darn spell on his door. How could he get out? His dad had finally come up to the door but just laughed at him. Laughing that evil laugh, a laugh so close to his laugh. Draco had run to the window hoping to get out, but bars inclosed him in the room. He was trapped. Dying in his won room as his dad watched the flesh burn and peel off of Draco laughing outside of Dracos bedroom door.

Draco awoke with a jump. Sweating from head to toe. He looked at the clock, 7:30. And still very much alive. He got up and walked to the mirror and started to comb his messy, and now sweaty hair when he saw an owl heading straight for his window. Quickly and quietly he ran to the window trying not to trip and opened it so the owl wouldn't make a noise that his father might have heard. The owl flew in and sat on Dracos shoulder, handing him a package. He took the package carefully and looked at it. There was green writing on a black background. He paid the owl and closed the window after the owl flew out of sight, and just in time, for draco soon heard footsteps pausing outside his door. His mother knocked and called to him to open. He grabbed his wand and quickly removed the spell and opened the door to see his mother carrying food on a platter for him. as he took the platter, he thanked his mum, and closed the door again locking it with the spell from before. Although he was very hungry Draco was much more interested in the package he had just recevied. Carefully he opened the package to see a small snake wrapped around a bright green stone and more green writing on black paper. He slowly lifted the snake, as if it would bite him if we went fast, From the package to reveil it as a necklace. Draco without thinking or questioning, slowly put on the necklace as he sat on his bed to read the letter he had just recevied.

Dear Draco,

I realize you don't know me, But I know lots about you. Though I'd love to chat or write more. But this is just for you and your mind. First my name is Kristle, And I know you didn't get my last letter. Though I did not expect Lucius to give it to you. Anyway. If you wish to know why I know so much about you it is because of my cousin, he goes to your school. You may know him, Ron Weasley? Now don't crumple this as your mind wishes or you WILL be sorry. I know everything, your desires, your dreams, your grades... everything. Anyway back to why I wrote this, Meet me in compartment 312 on Sept. 1 and you can NOT tell anyone. Mind you, you will be sorry if you don't listen to me, and don't show up. I know the truth about your family. Meet me or you'll wish you weren't alive Draco. And I Mean It!

Your Worst Nightmare
Kristle

P.S. Hope you like the necklace ...

Draco was rather shaken after reading the note, he didn't know what to expect. Even more, he wondered why a Weasel was sending him owl post. He started to eat and finished his extra homework his father always gave him when he heard his name being called. He figured it best to go so he put down his letter on his stand and stared at the spot he had put it down as it vanished. It was then he knew he was up against a very powerful wizard or witch in this case which would be more powerful then that mudblood granger. Draco gave a slight smerk at the thought of Hermione no longer being the smartest. With this Draco headed down stairs, the smerk slowly disappearing with each step as he got closer to his father. Draco got to the bottom of the stairs and saw his godfather at the door.
"Hi Servous" draco said at the sight of his potions master
"Don't be so excited" came Servous' sarcastic voice as he disappeared following Lucius into the closest room to the right. Curious as always Draco walked to the door and listened in. Listened until he couldn't believe what he was hearing, wishing he was just hearing things.

"What are we going to do about Kristle Lucius?" Came Servous' voice.
"Keep my boy away from her, at all possible moments." Lucius repied simply.
"you mean not to send Draco back to Hogwarts? You cant take him out, he is after all by far the best in my class and our only lookout towards Harry Potter sir and you know that"
"Yes I am aware of that, but if Draco meets Kristle, then all hope to finding Harry Potter and his whereabouts will be lost for good."

Draco couldn't stand to hear anymore. As he ran upstairs only one thought came to mind. Dad knows about the letters from Kristle, and doesn't want me to go back to Hogwarts. Dracos mind raced as thoughts continued, How could this be and yet he acted as if he had no clue about the letters. He blamed everything on me. Waht about he loss of Harry Potter Information, what was that all about.
Draco was confused and had millions of Questions going though his head. What am I to think? Should I meet Kristle on the train? What will dad do if he knew that I already read a letter from her? Will I actually get to go back to school? All the thoughts and questions he couldn't answer. All but one, He soon desided to ignore the letter and forget about meeting Kristle, She's a Weasel after all, theres no need to meet her. He thought to himself as the image of yet another red haired person flashed before his eyes. He felt that he didn't need to see a Weasly for it would make him sick and waste his time in the first place. Soon after he was in his room and felt tired and extreamly sleepy. Not knowing why he laid down with a feeling of dizziness and found himself in yet another dream. Nightmare would be more or less the word to use.

Draco walked slowly down the hall to his favourite class, potions. Along the way he saw three Weasels, no, more like eight. They were standing, more like waiting, waiting for him. It was to late to hide, They had spotted him and had the most evilest look ever. They moved in, but Draco couldn't move. He was frozen in his spot. Frozen with fear, fear that he normally didn't have around the weasels. He was sweating. With every drip of sweat they got closer, as they did, red the colour of their hair filled around him, agian he was on fire.

He woke in a terrible fright. Why am I having all these dreams? They're so real... Draco thought as he tried to wipe the sweat off his forehead. But when his hand touched his forehead he saw, felt, and could breathe the flames again. Aswell as feeling extreamly dizzy yet agian. I must be getting a cold He thought as he looked at the clock telling him it was 10:00.

As he headed down the stairs thinking food would settle his nerves. He realized just how hungry he actually was. He walked into the kitchen and sat at the table in his usual spot. Great he thought as he stared at the strawberry jam on his toast. He suddenly felt no need for food, anything red seemed to make him feel sick today. Probably because of his dreams. As he turned from his toast he realized that his mother was sitting alone at the table. He was not use to this since his family always had breakfast and supper together. Dads probably in the study with Servous still He thought as he sat at the table pushing his plate of toast out of sight. Hearing the plate move across the table, Dracos mother looked up to see him.
"Oh, your up. Your father had to leave, death eater business"
Typical he thought to himself. If theres one thing Draco knew his dad loved his work as a death eater working alongside HIM more then his own family.
"I'm not feeling the greatest today anyway mother. So I'm going to be in my room packing if you need me." He said getting up from the table.

He got out his old trunk, it had been passed down from when his father went to school and before that. It had snake prints on the lid and the lock was that of a snake. Although Draco loved going to school (mainly because of his dad) he was suprised to realize he wasn't ready this year. For once he was scared and worried to go back to Hogwarts. What would he do about the letter, and Kristle. What if he got another letter? What if his dad found out he got a letter? Or worse, Another dream! Why was fire appearing everywhere in his dreams? After all, he normally didn't mind flames. Draco finally opened his trunk and to his supirse, he had all his sixth year books packed. There were new robes and quills along with other thing he would be needing. Draco packed the rest of the stuff he normally took that wasn't in the trunk and added them along with a few extrea books to read if he was bored. But with Harry Potter and his "friends" at school, there is normally no reason to get bored. But he figured he'd rather be safe then sorry. By the time he had desided on what books he'd pack it was 7:30pm. Wow time goes fast when you pack and look for things and I thought the saying was 'Time goes by when your having fun' he thought to himself as he opened the door from his room to the hallway.
"I've finished packing and I'm tired so I'm heading to bed" He yelled to his mother. Shutting the door and laying on his bed he soon found that within seconds he was drifting off to sleep to the thought of no supper. BIG breakfast He answered to himself as he drifted off completely.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy!" His father yelled, bangging on the door of Dracos bedroom. "Draco get downstairs for supper, NOW!"
"Yes father" Draco called as he pulled his silk sheets off from around him and looked at the clock, 9:30 he realized. Father must have just gotten home Draco thought, but knew better then to ask questions though. Expecially to his father.
"Don't 'Yes father' me in that tone boy, Once more boy. I've had it with your tone of voice lately." His father yelled though the door and walked downstairs leaving Draco alone.

Draco finished his supper around 10 and headed upstairs once again to bed. Suprised to see another letter on his bed with the same green writing and black parchment as before. He didn't have to look at the name to know it was from Kristle. He picked the letter up and placed it on top of where the other one had disappeared before. but this one didnt disappeared.
"Powerful magick that made the letter disappear only after it's been read" Draco realized saying it out loud more so to himself then anyone else. But his father had heard, and busted though the door.

"Boy, Whats that behind your back"
"Nothing father" Draco said slowly opening the letter that he managed to snatch up and put behind his back when he heard the door open.
"Dont ever lie to me boy! and I see it in your eyes, your lying." His father screamed at him as he slapped Draco across the face with the back of his hand. Draco clutched his face where the hand had made contact.
"Its honestly nothing father" Came Dracos shaky low voice.
"Don't ever hit Daco like that again Lucius. He's a Malfoy as you are." Narcissas voice raised more then usual. Had she seen it all? Draco thought coldly to himself. She must have, she saw the slap... He had answered his own questions again.
"That boy has gotten another letter. And I bet I know exactly who it's from. She's always tried to interfear and outsmart me Narcissa. I'm sick of it." Lucius said louder then he intisapated.

He jumped at Draco knocking him to the bed. The letter Draco gripped firmly was taken, Wait, no, more like burned out of his hands. But not by his father who was now standing agian.
"That girl is a freak, shes nothing, a fool. Don't ever do as she asks. And don't ever read her letters." He was saying. Or yelling Draco didn;t know. He was slowly drifting into a dream sleep once again. His mother kicked Lucius out of the room.
"Don't mind him Draco dear, he's just upset right now. You'll soon understand. for now sleep." His mother put him under his bed covers, kissed the spots that were red from where Lucius had smacked him. She kissed his forehead, turned out his light and closed the door.

Draco's covers, his mothers kisses and words where what he heard and felt last before he dreamed a dream that was unlike the others. He had forgotten about the letter when his dad had smacked him and started to drift to sleep. Now that he was. He was happy he might stay that way.