6 reviews I'm so happy!

A/n I'd like to say a big thanks to:

Redberry Greenleaf who was my very first reviewer and has even reviewed again for me, thanks.

Benny. I have tried to review your story but will not allow me to for some strange reason. But thanks for your review anyway.

Mz Malfoy your review certainly cheered meup and inspired me to write more.

Shadie Ladie Don't worry I'm sure Lirael is going to show some backbone soon. She's pretty overwhelmed at the moment and would you really hex the scary Mr. Malfoy?

Uber Flare thank you also for your review. I never realized that I had stolen the name from Garth Nix series. Although, I do consider Lirael an original character, she is not the same character from Nix's series they merely share the same name. Poor Garth Nix? He's a very rich man due to those books and I'm pretty sure it wouldn't bother him in the slightest to know that a non profit story has borrowed the name. Thanks for bringing that to my attention anyway.

If anyone has any ideas for the story or constructive criticism, I'd welcome it.

This is set during Harry Potter's last year at Hogwarts. So Draco, will be seventeen, turning eighteen during the school year. I think that's right. So, since Draco is seventeen he will be able to apparate, but not across continents, it's only powerful wizards who can dot his without splinching.

Sorry about the really short chapter, but I had to do this to sort of set up the story. More interaction between Draco and Lirael to come and longer chapters hopefully.

A Good rummage

Looking around my bedroom I realised there was not a lot of things to pack. Although the ministry did help since I was under eighteen and I still had full time education, paying the rent and buying groceries took up most of my wages. Deciding to start packing my clothes first I walked over to my dresser.

The top drawer was open and I was sure I hadn't left it open. The realisation hit me, that little creep had been rummaging around in my underwear drawer, little pervert. Scowling to myself I continued to throw the rest of my clothes into the suitcase, with new found energy.

My head ached from all the new information that had been thrown at me today. I had gained a father and lost him all in one moment. I had learned my mother had run away from him and gained a godfather. Throwing myself onto the bed, I sat there with my head in my hands trying to think things through. Had I really just agreed to go live with Mr. Malfoy, one of which who claimed to be my godfather? Wait a minute…where was I going? He hadn't even mentioned where they lived. Something told me I couldn't back out now. For all his sincerity Lucius Malfoy seemed to have an aura of danger that seemed to cling to him. I knew I couldn't say no now.

"Lirael" Mr. Malfoy's voice startled me from my thoughts. He was looming over me. I hadn't even heard him enter the room, he moved so quietly, almost cat like. Sitting beside me on the bed, he continued in his silky voice. "I can understand your reservations. I have not handled this situation in the best way. You must realize that this is the only option you have. Do you expect me to believe that you wish to stay here?" Already knowing the answer he continued. "Is this all you wish to take?" he indicated the suitcase that lay behind us.

Nodding my head I stood. "Oh, wait, I have some photo albums" I remembered.

Walking back into the living room, I looked around my apartment for the last time. Oddly I felt relief, I was still nervous as hell about going to wherever I was going with the Malfoys, but I now knew why I agreed to go with them so easily. After my mother died things went form bad to worse. I was struggling just to eat from one day to the next. Yes, wherever I was going had to be better than this.

I shook my thoughts away as I realized that Mr Malfoy was talking to Draco. "First I will apparate myself and Lirael, then I will come back for you."

Draco looked as though he was going to suggest he could apparate himself, but with a look from his father he stopped what he was going to say and replied, "Yes, Father."

Picking up the shrunken suitcase and holding me close to him, Mr. Malfoy apparated and with a pop we were gone.