This is supposed to take place where HBP ends, following Draco and Snape. I know some people out there really detest those two at the moment, but in my heart, I belive that they are still "good"(if you could call it that.)

BTW I own nothing, except some books and some jumbled words. But my congrats to JK and her wonderful Potterverse!

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Draco Malfoy sat quietly, gazing at his feet in an overstuffed chair. What have I done? thought Draco as he waited silently in the sitting room of Belinda Abbit's old manor. Severus Snape and Belinda Abbit had retreated into a back room.

"Touch nothing, Draco," Snape had said scowling, reminding him so much of his father.

His father. What would his father think when news of what had happened traveled back to Azkaban? And now, now what would the Dark Lord do? Dumbledore had not been slain by the wand of Draco's, but that of the Half-Blood Prince. Draco did not care. He would not have killed Dumbledore anyway. He was not his father, but he still loved his parents and would do what he could for them.

"Come, Draco, please." spoke Belinda Abbit, barley louder than a whisper.

Draco hesitantly got up and followed. As they walked down a long corridor, Draco glanced at some of the pictures. The Abbit lady seemed to be in almost everyone.

"Fancies herself, doesn't she?" Draco sniggered under his breathe.

"Not as much as you Malfoy's seem too." barked old lady Abbit. "Look at this."

She pointed to a picture of a young looking Draco.

"But that's not me. I haven't got a bloody clue who you are." Draco said, transfixed to the picture of a young, blonde boy, who kept poking the old lady Abbit with his wand.

"That there, would be your father. Almost like you," then turning to him with a stern face, "except he knew when to hold his tongue in cheek. Now, let us go."

Draco pulled his gaze away and followed Belinda Abbit to the room at the end of the hall. As they approached, Draco heard more than just Snape's voice. As he entered, the voices dies, but Snape seemed to be the only one in there.

"Sit, Draco." Snape demanded.

Draco opened his mouth to argue, but Snape immediately put his hand up to stop him.

"Now sit, please."Snapes lip curling as the please rolled out. "It seems you have gotten us into some pre.." But before Snape could finish, Draco roared.

"US? US? What do you mean us? All you did was ruin what I had planned. The Dark Lord will know. He'll come to kill me now. My mother! My father!" Draco screamed.

He fell back into the nearest chair and began sobbing.

"What...have...I...done?" Draco cried. "Mother never wanted me to. But my father, he, he would have been so proud. HE WOULD BE PROUD!" Draco shouted the last part with a horse voice.

"Now I am nothing, and they will know I am nothing." He started crying silently, hiccuping every few breathes.

Lady Abbit and Snape stared at each other, lost of all words. Then, regaining his voice, Snape asked Lady Abbit to show Draco to his sleeping quarters. Draco got up, saying nothing. Before Draco was able to leave the room, Snape grabbed his arm.

"Sleep. We shall finish this discussion in the morning."

Draco said nothing and continued to follow Lady Abbit. He stared at the pictures as they made there way along. Draco stared at the pictures longingly, wanting to give anything to fell other than the way he felt at the moment. Lady Abbit lead Draco into his room.

"Nightgowns are over in the dresser. Goodnight." The door shut silently.

He collapsed onto the bed. So much was running through his head. And with the close of his eyes, Draco was asleep.

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PLEASE! Please review! Good or bad, but not to hate :) This is only my 2nd HP fanfic.