BETTER IMPORRRTTAANNNTTTT NOTE AT BOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST. READ. IT. OR. .....NO SOUP FOR YOU! -hah, Seinfeild..- k, READ! -Shoves website under nose -

A/N: Okaaayy! Thanks for all the reviewy-poos! Yes, I know what the writing on the wall means, and the laungauges are english, french, german, portugeuse (sorry about the spelling) and I think some spanish, I don't remeber for sure. As for the question "will we find out in this chapter," MAYBE. Read and find out. ;D

BTW: The part in The Incredibles where they go "IM DEADD" isnt really the same thing, it was when Dash and everyone fell out of the plane and they're in the water and dash is like "WE'RE DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!! WE'RE GOING TO DIIIEE!"

SORRY FOR BEING SO..DEAD.

I walk downstairs to breakfast- yes, I actually don't get lost this time. I glance at the table; only Draco is seated, staring into his orange juice.

"Um, Hi," I say, sitting down. Mira comes in and gives me eggs and orange juice and bacon, looking sad. Remind me to ask her what's bugging her... (Makes mental note)

"Mother is missing," Draco sighs. My head lifts up, and I look in his eyes for the first time since...my "near-death" experience.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, hoping he's joking.

Draco has a pained look in his eyes and refers back to his eggs, smooshing them around. "She...wasn't here this morning. I tried to talk to her friends, I asked Mira....all the house elves... None of them even saw her last night, after...you know, she came in your room... Fuck, Weasley, what do you think happened to her?!"

I cringe. Narcissa isn't one to just...up and leave. "Maybe she..."

"Maybe nothing, Weasel. She's either left me with you, as some sort of punishment, or..."

"Damnit, Malfoy, I'm just trying to help! You don't have to be such a ..." I sigh, not wanting to finish my sentence. It was better when we just...didn't talk. It was better then this...anger. Hostility. Pai--

"Or what, Weasel? Try me," He challenges, getting up from the table. I grab his arm, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry..." I gulp. "What can I do to...help...?"

We stay in this position for what seems like years. He glances at my hand on his wrist, then looks at me before pulling his arm away and turning around, heading towards the stairs.

I'm such a moron. Why did I have to...ugh! I SHOULDN'T CARE!!! I get up from the table and start walking down the hallway to my room.

Wow, I never noticed this painting. I stop to admire it; it's a painting of a girl, standing in front of an ocean. The wind is blowing through her orange hair, and there is a blonde boy behind her, touching her shoulders. It's really very beautiful. I then start walking, looking at other paintings. This one is --

I cough and sputter. Someone has their thin, small hand over my mouth, pulling me backwards. I bite their finger. "OW!!" I hear a familiar voice shriek. My heart stops.

"Mira??!! WHAT WERE YOU DOING? IS THIS AN IDEA OF A JOKE, SCARING THE SH--"

"Shush, miss! Mira has imporant information, and Mira cannot tell anyone!" she says quickly, shaking her hand.

"Which is why you nearly choked me?"

Mira sighs, exasperated. "Mira is going to tell you, miss,...but...please, don't tell anyone..."

I nod.

"Mira heard Madame talking to a man, ma'am." Suddenly, Mira coughs. Her whole mood changes, her whole expression. Its like she was putting on an act before, and she is getting out of character. "Okay, I have to tell you...I'm not really a house-elf..." What?? "I'm a witch, my name really is Mira. Anyway, we- as in people in the Order - had suspicions that anti-Death-Eaters were going to try kidnapping Miss Malfoy. I overheard Miss Malfoy talking to a man, who sounded a bit like Mr. Harry Potter - I met him in the Order - and...I think Mr. Potter kidnapped Miss Malfoy..."

My head starts reeling. Would Harry really...yes, he hates the whole Malfoy family, so that means...Oh, God, Draco is going to hate me...Wait, Harry KIDNAPPED Narcissa!!! That's not right!!!

"What?! Oh my God...! I can't believe this, I have to tell --"

My sentence is interrupted by a sound behind me. I gulp and turn around, finding Draco with clenched fists.

"Fucking hell!!!! THE BOY WHO LIVED IS ABOUT TO BECOME THE BOY WHO WAS KILLED BY DRACO MALFOY!!!" He starts to storm away, but I chase after him.

"D-- MALFOY, stop! Maybe he didn't...It was just a suspection...Don't...STOP WALKING, DAMNIT!" I spit, chasing after him. I finally catch up to him, but he won't look at me. His eyes are staring a hole into the painting of the blonde boy and red-headed girl. It's then I realize that a tear has formed behind his eye. He blinks furiously, then finally looks up at me.

"I'm...." he trails off, but I know he was going to say 'sorry.' "I know how you feel now, is all. I'm...s...or...ryaboutyourparents."

I smile slightly. We share a sort of...crazy bond. And it's odd, I'm starting to grow....fond for Draco... -Shudder.- "It's okay... We're going to have to do something, though. I mean about your mom. I can owl Dumbledore-"

"I don't trust DUMBledore. He probably put Golden Boy up to it," Malfoy sighs. "Just...I guess I'll try to connect with her - me and my mum... mother ... always had this thing; if we thought about the person hard enough, and loved them enough, we could see where they were, what they were doing, etc."

"That's...wow. You're lucky," I say truthfully.

"I guess," he shrugs. "Well, I should go do that, I'll...be in my room, if you...well...whatever." He turns and stalks off to his room, and I can't help but feel the pit of my stomach drop.

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It's been, like, an hour. What could he be doing? Maybe he found something out, but he didn't tell me! That isn't right, I want to help! I walk to his door and knock. There's no answer, but I hear noises coming from inside.

"Malfoy?" I ask quietly, opening the door. I inwardly gasp; Draco is staring out the window, crying. "What...what's wrong? Did you find something out??" No answer. "Malfoy?" Again, no answer. "Listen, I just want to -"

"She's fucking dead, okay? Dead. Now I'm just like you, are you happy?"

Dead?

But...Harry wouldn't...

"Golden Boy didn't kill her, Weasely," he answers remotely, voice staying monotone. "It was a man who she worked with. He tried to take her money, she wouldn't let him, so...he killed her."

I walk up to him and put my hand on his hand, expecting him to back away, or slap my hand, or something along those lines. Imagine my surprise when he doesn't move at all, just keeps his hand under mine, staring out the window.

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Fudge comes into the living room and sits down, as if it were his own house. I ignore my hatred and sit down on the sofa across from him, next to Draco.

"Well, let's get down to business, shall we? You're both orphans now. Neither of you have any remote family around, nor friends that are...suitable...for helping you. You have two options: I can have you both go to different families, those whom you have probably never met before, or you can stay together with the house elves. Draco, you are eighteen, which means you are an adult, therefore suitable to house with Virgina." GINERVA! "So, which do you pick?" he continues.

I glance at Draco, who looks at me questioningly. I gulp and take a deep breath.

"Here is fine."

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A/N: AHHH!! DON'T KILL ME! -Ducks the tomatos-

1. That SUCKED. I KNOW. So don't flame please. I'm ADMITTING to my major SUCKAGE.

2. I'VE BEEN UNDER ATTACK WITH HOMEWORK, MIDTERMS, TESTS, PRE-MIDTERM WORK, OTHER STORIES, DRAMA, ETC ETC!!! SO i'm so SORRY for not updating sooner!!!!

3. I need to know if anyone's still reading!! DID YOU ALL DIE!??! DO YOU HATE ME!?!?! PLEEEAaASSEEE review.

4. I invite you to say "That sucked." Really, it did. I just had to write because It's been a while.

5. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE answer this:

- do you want the gothic-ish Ginny to come back, or do you want her to sortof...be a bit changed? and, the most important question; should i pop my black balloon? Aka, do you want me to continue?! DO YOU WANT IT!? Rofl. please review, thankies.