Disclaimer: Don't own harry potter or anything to do with it. Just own the plot and Christina

The next week went by without much happening; the funeral for Elise Weasley-Black was held on Thursday and Christina was excused from school. However when she came back she was distant and kept to herself. The rest of the Weasleys had been told about Elise and had also gone to the funeral. With everything that had happened Chris had forgotten about the prophesy. Christina had also not seen much of Draco recently and realized that he was avoiding her, quite childishly. She understood his concern, but while they were at Hogwarts Lucius could not do anything to them.

On Saturday it was time for the first Quidditch match of the year between Griffindor and Slytherin. Ron had become the team's keeper.

Christina was at a loss about who to cheer for knowing that either way she would make someone mad. Ron had just about read her mind and on Saturday morning at breakfast, asked her about it.

"So Chris, who will you be cheering for?"

"Griffindor I suppose," she said not sounding quite sure. "but if Slytherin wins I will congratulate Draco…"

"But they won't win," Harry interrupted, sounding confident.

"Let me finish. If Slytherin win I will congratulate him BUT if they lose I will still congratulate him on a good game."

"You are coming right?"

"Yes, of course I am. Where else would I be?"

"I dunno," Harry replied indifferently. "I was just checking. You'll get a chance to see me - US in action."

Harry started blushing furiously at his mistake and everyone noticed the scarlet shade of his cheeks, everyone except Christina.

There was an awkward silence and everyone sat, quietly enjoying breakfast. Christina was looking around the Great Hall for no reason when she saw Draco on the other side of the room. He saw her and acknowledged her presence with a nod. She smiled and continued eating breakfast. Hermione, who had been informed about the friendship of Draco and Christina, had noticed this and questioned her.

"If you and Draco are friends why do you never…um," Hermione searched for the right word.

"Hang out?" Harry helped.

"Yes. Why do you and Draco never hang out?"

"Oh," The question had caught Christina by surprise. "Well it's because…because…it's just complicated."

She was spared any further questioning by the arrival of Fred and George, who squeezed in next to her.

"So Chris ready for the first match of the year?" asked Fred.

"I suppose."

"It will be really cool to watch," Said George.

"Even though we haven't practiced this year I'm pretty sure we'll win…" said Fred confidently.

"Of course you will Fred," said Christina, simply humouring her cousin in order to avoid an argument. "Ok well. It is probably going to be cold on the pitch so I'm going to go upstairs and get ready." Chris said and walked off. Draco's eyes followed her as she walked out, unnoticed by her but the trio saw it. Draco noticed them watching him and looked down. About five seconds later he walked out of the hall as well.

"I do not trust him," said Ron, cracking his knuckles.

"Neither do I," Hermione agreed.

"You guys just leave them alone. It has nothing to do with us," said Harry. "Besides, Ron and I need to go get ready for the match." Harry and Ron went, leaving Hermione to finish her toast and then meet up with Ginny and Christina.

Draco reached Christina in the hall.

"So you're coming to the game?"

"Yes I am. By the way Harry, Ron and Hermione know about you. In fact that night you told me about…about what your father said they had followed us."

"They must be furious." Draco said smiling slightly and Christina just rolled her eyes then turned serious.

"Have you heard anything else from your father?"

"No."

There were a few seconds of silence then Christina said,

"Well I'll see you at the game." She pushed a lock of hair out of her face and Draco, noticing something, suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, more forcefully than he had intended.

"Ow. Draco you're hurting me." She looked up at him and saw a deep rooted hatred burning in his eyes but she realized it wasn't for her.

"You still have it," He stated grimly.

"Have what?"

"The scar."

Automatically Christina's hand went up to her neck a little way behind her ear, along her hairline where she had an almost invisible scar. It could only really be seen by those who knew about it since it was so obscured by her hair.

"I'm so sorry." Draco said sadly, his face contorted in pain.

"It wasn't you who did it."

"Yes but you didn't deserve to have that done to you."

"Don't blame yourself for what he did."

The scar in question had been inflicted by Lucius himself. It had been late one evening and Draco and Christina had been about nine, or possibly even younger, and were playing Warlocks and Demons, the magical equivalent of Cowboys and Indians, in the living room. Lucius did not quite consent with Draco and Christina's friendship because of her mother's affinity for muggles. On that same night Lucius had come home after quite a few drinks, in fact the Fire Whiskey was probably pulsing through his veins. Upon hearing Lucius coming through the front door the two children hid behind a curtain that covered a little alcove of windows, thinking that the devil couldn't hurt them if he couldn't find them. But Lucius had come into the room in a drunken rage. Something had gone wrong at some meeting of the Dark Lord and he was furious. He knocked over tables and kicked chairs. At one point he flung open the curtains to find Draco and Christina huddled in fright. In a drunken rage he pulled Draco up by his shirt and flung him away from the window. Christina had gotten up to help and Lucius had put his hand on her tiny face and simply pushed her back. She stumbled and tripped then flailing she smashed against the window. It broke and Christina crumpled to the floor. Lucius, bored with the current scene, left and presumably passed out somewhere. Draco got up and tried waking Christina but she wouldn't budge. He knew she was in trouble when a dark red stain started spreading across the carpet. He called his mother who, despite accusations was a gentle soul, quickly helped Christina. Her healing spells were not first-class so the scar stayed and Christina had never told anyone about it, not even her mother. It was a secret shared by Draco, his mother and herself.

"I'm going to get him you know," Draco said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Christina replied timidly.

"I'm going to throw him in Azkaban. That way he can't ever hurt me or my mother," He said solemnly "Or you," He added as an afterthought.

Christina only smiled sadly. "Go and get ready for the game." Draco started to leave then turned quickly.

"Don't follow me after the game. I mean don't come up to me or anything." He said quickly.

"Why not?"

"Lucius will be there. He always comes to the first game we play. So please just stay away."

"That's not…" Christina started to protest but was silenced by the look on Draco's face. "I won't. But there is something really important I need to discuss with you," Christina said, remembering the prophesy.

"Ok. Bye." With that he sprinted to get ready.

Christina then ran to her dormitory to get her scarf and the raced to Sirius' rooms.

"Pedigree," the gargoyle moved aside and she entered the room. She saw no one when she entered but seconds later her father walked into the living room.

"Hey. You ready for the first game of the year," He said, happily though his smile was slightly forced.

"Yeah came to see if you were ready." Sirius' faced dropped.

"I'm not going."

"Why not."

"I'm one of the most wanted criminals in England among wizards and muggles. I cant very likely be seen walking onto the Quidditch pitch."

"I…I don't understand. Dumbledore himself told me you were innocent."

"I am but nobody else believes us. There's no proof that I didn't do it," he said angrily.

"Well come in your dog form then."

"Can't. There are People in the crowds who know I'm an animagnus."

"Which people," she said quickly.

"A Lucius Malfoy for one."

"God what part of my life has he not yet affected," Christina mused softly.

"What?" Asked Sirius watching his daughter strangly.

"Nothing. I'll come back after the game okay."

"Please do." Christina walked up to her father and hugged him. "Enjoy yourself."

Christina opened the door before asking, "Do you hate the Malfoys."

"Yes," came his blunt reply.

"Okay. See you later."

She left and walked quickly towards the pitch hoping that Ginny and Hermione had saved her a seat.

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(A/N: Please review people i need to know what you think.)