Mid Heaven Flights

A/N: Betrayed Vision here. Giving you the 8th chapter of MHF. Thanks natty123 for reviewing. Lady Luck, thank you for the review. The whole brandy thing, don't think too much of it. Madame Pomfrey knows that Alice and Atalanta are responsible women. Besides, Alice grew up around alcohol so it's not a big deal. Sorry if parts of this chapter are dry (I don't feel romantic at this point of my life) , I'm exhausted and my emotions are being stomped on by a guy that I like, plus I'm having a headache that could kill a person. WHO CARES THOUGH! NOBODY WILL READ THIS DAMN THING ANYWAYS! (Except you Nat, thanks for reading my story. Yours is coming along great, keep up the good work.) -B.V

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, Jo does.

RECAP ON CHAPTER SEVEN:

………………"Would you show us you're…mark to prove our assumptions?" The man commanded and Draco rolled up his sleeve showing his mark. "Where you forced into the Death Eater role?" one of the council members asked shuffling papers.

"I was bribed," Draco muttered rolling down his sleeve. "Bribed? How were you bribed?" the same voice asked again. Draco sat down rubbing his head he spoke quickly, "m'Lord came to me, saying that I would be his right-hand-man, sayings such as he'd give me power. I was foolish enough to believe him; I was idiotic… drunken with greed. Obviously I accepted his bribe, and that is how I came a Death Eater."

There was a whisper among the counsel and the man voice banged his gavel. "You are still in Hogwarts?" he asked sitting back in the darkness.

"Yes sir," Draco answered looking over to Dumbledore with help. Dumbledore patted his hand, "He's one of my brightest students, top of the class."

"Who else are you close to? Who would really know you Draco besides Mr. Blaise Ignozio Zabini?" The council asked in a barbaric tone, Draco looked sadly over at Dumbledore and mumbled a name. "Come again?" the man boomed again. "Alice Scorpton, sir." …………..

Chapter Eight: Her Knight of Walpurgis

"Miss Alice Rosetta Scorpton, you know Mr. Draco Malfoy correct?" a council member asked tapping his pencil. Alice nodded looking over at Draco smiling softly, she was glad to see him. Glad to see that he was alive, she could tell that Azkaban had torn away a little chunk of his glowing personality.

"Miss Scorpton, how long have you known Draco Malfoy?" the womanly voice asked. Alice smiled, "Long enough to know what he's really like. Long enough to figure out the person I really cherish." The council nodded, she was trained to answer the council. She didn't give a specific date, which was good.

"Miss Scorpton, did you know that Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater?" they asked and Alice frowned, "Please let us refer them to they're proper name." She new she was pushing they're buttons. "And what name will that be?" one snarled.

"Death Eaters correct name is, Knights of Walpurgis. I did know that Draco was in the Knights of Walpurgis," Alice said in a tone that was similar to be almost a know it all. The council scowled at Alice, "You want us to refer them as Knights?"

Alice tucked her hair behind her ear, "That is their correct name, and I will answer no further questions unless you refer Knights of Walpurgis by their correct and designated name." She stated in a hot tone of voice, the council abided by this request and went on to they're questions for Alice.

The jury called a break so that they could figure out the fate of the two boys, as they filed into the room. The main man voice boomed over the people sitting below, "Draco Lucius Malfoy and Blaise Ignozio Zabini, we give you the rest of the year to continue your study at Hogwarts. When the Hogwarts term is over, we will give you a month to say good bye to your families. After that month, you're sentenced to Azkaban for life. Trial is ended."

Alice went over and hugged Draco, he wrapped his arms around her and just stood their. Alice cried into Draco's chest, "Draco," is all she could get out. Draco wiped her tears and kissed her head, as if saying 'I understand.' The too were speechless and laughed quietly at their condition.

"Come on," Dumbledore said bringing the two out. Draco was satisfied; he would be able to see Alice. That was the only thing he wanted, just to see her. You could say that he was head over heels for the girl, that he only wanted her. They walked down the hall and passed many of the Wizengamot members, they looked at the four teens that clung onto each other for dear life. Some snorting, some scowled, and some looked in disbelief.

As the arrived in Hogwarts it was late at night, and the boys looked relieved to be back in school. Draco lay down on the floor in front of the fireplace and was relieved, no demons of his past crept up on him. Alice lay next to him, "I'm so glad you back," she whispered snuggling up to him. Draco kissed her head, and sighed softly, "I am too."

They heard giggling in the other room, and the both of them smiled. Alice had Atalanta spend the night, not wanting to keep Blaise away from her. Draco ran his fingers through Alice's hair and wrapped the afghan blanket around them. Alice snuggled up to him, 'I don't know what I would do if he didn't come home tonight.'

"Knights of Walpurgis? How did you know that?" Draco asked staring into the fire, she's eyelids fell down and opened softly. "My Uncle is a Walpurgis Night," Alice whispered and kissed his cheek. Draco fell asleep after that, the bear fur carpet was as soft as piece of heaven. Alice sighed and fell asleep next to Draco.

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"You're late, as I presumed by my inner eye," Professor Trelawney proclaimed. Alice rolled her eyes sitting next to Ulyssia; she pulled out her Divinations book. Professor Trelawney sat next to Alice, and touched her hand, "I can't help to think that your relationship with the boy will ruin your life. I wouldn't get serious with him, just for your safety."

Alice jerked her hand away standing up she left her book grabbing her things she stormed out of the room. She went back to her room and threw her books down, causing Draco took look up raising his eyebrows. "Don't ask," she said slamming the door to her room.

A/N: I KNOW this is short, and I KNOW that if I go on holding a grudge (I guess you can call it a grudge… it's more like I want to throttle romanticism…) against anything romantic that this story is not going to get anywhere. Since this IS a romantic story, and I'm not feeling a hint of a romantic thought in my mind today (or the rest of this hellish week.) I decided I'd stop here, just for now, and relax and try to sort everything that's going down the drain of my personal life. Till I gather the pieces of my sanity back together. –B.V