A/n: Hello! Thanks to my many reveiwers, Ninde Annare, MadJupiter, and Hydrangea777. Also, Thanks to my awesome beta, half of Hydrangea777. She is the reason that this chappie doesn't completely suck. :) So, I hope you enjoy!

"Master... they've reached the Wood." A small, hooded man emerged from the surrounding darkness.

"Wood? Which Wood? There are many Woods..." another man drawled regally.

"The Wood of Ayuwan, Sir."

"It won't be long now..." Contemptuous laughter filled the frigid air. The cloaked man gave a low bow and disappeared into the darkness once again, his master's hand impatiently shooing him away. The "Master" sat up straight in his tall wooden throne, which rested upon a marble pedestal high above the shadows stretched across the ground. The torches that encircled him bathed the throne in a warm, orange glow, making the minions beneath seem as if they weren't there at all.

As he sat atop his lonely perch, fingers absentmindedly stroking his chin, a smirk played about his thin lips as he contemplated how the so-called "survivors" would come to ruin. "The Wood of Ayuwan!" He repeated mockingly, laughing disdainfully at their complete ignorance and stupidity. "Well, it'll certainly make things easier... Much easier..." He whispered excitedly, chilling the hearts of those around him.

Rain pounded against the windows, lightning illuminated the sky; claps of thunder accompanying each strike. Patrick Malfoy was huddled in a dark corner behind his father's desk, staring blankly as his father and sister fought. Rather, it was more his father fighting than Adeline. Adel was not Draco's child, but Blaise Zabini's.

He usually hid in his room whilst these fights took place, but this time he was caught off guard. Merely trying to escape from the thunderstorm, he had run to his father's study, where a large and cozy desk was positioned in one of the corners. He had just hidden himself underneath the desk's legs when Adel appeared at the doorway. She had glanced around nervously, and then darted to the bookcase, where she began to search rapidly for the book that she needed. A few moments later, Draco had barged into the small room, demanding to know why she was there; only Patrick and he were allowed into the study. The fight that followed was one of their worst, resulting in hysterics on Adel's part and severe anger on Draco's.

They were screaming, Draco towering over Adel with his wand raised. "STUPEFY!" His cry rang out through the Spartan study, and his sister slumped to the ground. He angrily slammed his fist against the wall in frustration, and then proceeded to drag Adel back to her room, letting her head thump against the cold stone floor of the hallway. After a particularly large clap of thunder, Patrick shrank against the wall, still gazing emptily out at the vacant room. Even at the tender age of six, he knew that these fights were not normal; Draco was blatantly violent and Adeline, only in her fourth year at Hogwarts, was unable to defend herself properly. Of course, Pansy was oblivious to the fights; all she was concerned about was their wealth and the state of their Grand Manor.

As an enormous bolt of lightning illuminated the room, Patrick snapped out of his shock and stood up. It changed, morphed into a different room. It was much smaller, and Patrick was kneeling on the floor, staring through a small hole cut into the stone wall. There were no windows; it was a dungeon- like place: damp, dark, and cold, with a few starved rats congregating in the dank corners.

On the other side of the wall, Adeline and Draco were fighting again, with even more violence than before. Both wands were raised, pointed at each other's hearts. Angry white sparks were shooting from the tips, hate burning red in their eyes. All was silent; only Adel's ragged breaths broke the quiet. Draco was staring down at her, a small, malevolent smile twitching at his lips.

A single, angry tear drifted down her pallid cheeks as her grip tightened on the wand in her shaking hands; she hated him with everything she had. All of it was so unfair! With a sudden burst of bravery, she yelled an incantation at him, in hopes of defending herself, possibly creating a small diversion so she could run. Draco just smirked at her feeble attempts at protection, and a dark substance rose out of his own wand, creating a shield.

Patrick knew what was coming. He swiftly, nervously jumped through the hole in the stone; he was small enough to fit through it. He threw himself in front of his sister, hoping to take the lethal spell in place of her, but Adeline pushed him out of the way. He didn't understand that if he died, Draco would merely shove him aside and kill Adel; that she would die no matter what. However, for a moment, his father looked as if he was reconsidering the situation because of this act. He must have thought better of it.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he yelled, wand pointing straight at his "daughter's" heart. Patrick shielded his eyes against the green flash of light, and when he looked up, his beloved sister was lying on the floor, eyes blank and expressionless. Tears were threatening to spill out of his eyes, when Draco firmly grasped his son's arm. Patrick shrieked from the pain of his father's grip, and tried fruitlessly to wrench his arm away.

"Malfoys do not cry!" he growled furiously, dragging Patrick up the many flights of stairs to his room. Upon reaching his son's door, which was decorated with Slytherin emblems and banners, he violently jerked it open and threw him inside. "And stay there, until you can stop sniveling!"
As the dream dissolved, blurry figures swam into focus in front of Jack's rapidly blinking eyes. Trying to stand up, he soon realized that the figures were holding him down.

"What's the deal?" he said angrily, temper rising.

"I don't know... the girl had the same problem an hour ago. You were screaming in your sleep." Suddenly all of the haziness disappeared, and Jack could clearly make out Nikolas' face. As he gradually began to remember bits and pieces of the dream, a massive bolt of pain ran through his temples. Clutching his forehead, he stumbled to his feet and over to the water basin someone had conjured. He splashed water against his face, making him more awake, and less groggy and confused. Signaling to Nikolas and the few others that he was all right, he stumbled over to the place where the person he trusted the most was tossing and turning in his sleep.

"Marco, Marco!" He shook his friend's shoulders repeatedly until the frail frame of a man awoke.

"What?" Marco mumbled, opening his eyes blearily. Another wave of pain hit, and his hands again flew to his forehead. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... nothing..." He muttered, trying to ignore his throbbing head. "But... have you ever heard of 'Draco Malfoy'?"

"Ask him." Marco replied, pointing to the leader and wishing direly to get at least another hour of sleep. He hadn't slept for...a week, at least. As soon as his friend began making his way through the ashes, Marco fell into a sweet, dreamless slumber, which was far different from the terrible dreams he had been having before. It was welcomed.
Harry Potter was sitting on the edge of a cliff nestled deep into the part of the woods that was still untouched, far away from his companions. Sitting with his back against a tree, he sat in peaceful silence, occasionally tossing a rock down into the dark crevice. The sound of crunching leaves alerted him to an approaching visitor, and he stood up, brushing off his pants, despite the fact that they were already covered with dirt and grime.

"What?" He demanded indignantly as Jack approached him, curling his upper lip in an entirely Slytherin way. He was perfectly content by himself, planning and staring blankly into the wasteland.

"Do you know who Draco Malfoy is?" Jack inquired boldly, without beating around the bush.

"What do you want to know about him?" Harry questioned irritably, suddenly very interested, but still quite angry with the man for interrupting his moment of peace.

"Do you know who he is?" The man replied persistently. Obviously, he would not be distracted.

"Yes." he sighed heavily, and sneered. "He was my enemy at school... and became a full-fledged Death Eater in his seventh year. He's a very dangerous man. I suggest keeping away from him."

"All right."

"Why?" Harry said nastily, trying not to show the curiosity that was permeating throughout his overflowing mind.

"No reason..." Jack answered vaguely, rubbing his forehead with filthy hands. This only annoyed Harry more. He was in charge; he should know what was happening!

"Tell me!" He roared, standing over Jack menacingly, eyes burning with anger.

"Nothing! I just had a dream-he killed a child! Is that good enough?" He whispered fearfully, holding up his hands in a pacifying manner, and quickly jogged back to where the others were resting.

Harry resumed his place along the edge of the crevice, his busy mind a little more crowded.

He tossed a rock into the deep chasm, and listened to it echo off the sides and finally drop down to the bottom. As his thoughts began to blur together, he finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep. This was an immense decision. He hadn't slept in weeks.

A/n: You must tell me what you thought! Did you like it? Btw- I'm sorry about all of the OC's. There are only like 20 survivors (21, actually) that are fighting against Voldemort. It would seem kind of fishy if they all were from Hogwarts... So, I'll have my next chappie up soon! (Hopefully)

Ta ta! - Charles