My new mother and I gathered our wands and were about ready to step through the floo when the fire turned purple, signaling someone coming through we watched while a tuff of red hair emerged.

Wha? Who the bloody hell is coming through? My question was answered when a tall man came through. He looked like the typical Weasley, with red orange hair and brown eyes. However, he dressed like that of a Malfoy, with prestige and finesse and carried a long black cane with silver swirls on it. When I looked to my new mother, I saw her smiling, signaling that she knew who this man was.

"Well, hello Warrick, this is a surprise. We were on our way out, but Lucius is up in his study, I'll get Doupy to take you up," Narcissa said to the new comer.

"Actually, I'm not here to see Lucius, though I've been meaning to see him for some time now. Anyway, I'm here to see my niece, though technically not my niece any longer," the man called Warrick said.

At that last statement, I was thoroughly confused. His niece? I had to find out exactly what was going on.

"Excuse me, Mr. Warrick. But how can you have been my uncle, my former father is an only child, and I have never met a Weasley by the name of Warrick," I asked in my sweetest voice possible.

"Well, Gin- er Desdemona, the answer is quite simple, or maybie it isn't. Arthur isn't an only child; I am in fact his twin. However I turned out to be the black sheep of the family, a 'disgrace' to the family. I grew up just like my dear old brother did, except that I had ambitions, I actually wanted to become something rather than fallow the family tradition of ending up in dead end job and too many mouths to feed. You see, when Arthur and I had entered Hogwarts and got sorted, Arthur fallowed family tradition and went into Gryffindor, and then the unspeakable happened, a Weasley was sorted into Slytherin. Shortly there after I was disowned and was never to be spoken of again."

I could only look at this man in aw, just the fact alone that a Weasley was disowned and banned from seeking out the rest of the family shocked me, I had always been taught that family would never abandon their own. But then again, after what Percy did to us, I can't be too surprised that the Weasleys would abandon their own.

"What? That's terrible, I could never imagine what that would have been like, being unwillingly forsaken from the rest of the family. I willingly left them; I can imagine what it was like for you," I said sympathetically.

Warrick gave a low chuckle to my concern about his being forsaken, "As far as I'm concerned, it was the best thing of my life. I met Lucius in my first year and he was a fourth year, surprisingly we became the best of friends despite being three years apart. We shared everything with each other," he continued to say while he slowly rolled up his left sleeve, "when he graduated in his seventh year I thought that Hogwarts without him would be unbearable. Until the final night of that year, he invited me into his dormitory like he always did . . . .

Flashback

"Warrick, come to my dorm," Lucius said.

Warrick obeyed his older friend like he had over the past three years since he had started at Hogwarts and since his family had disowned him. He had no where else to turn, no family to call his own. The Malfoys took him in, they were like a second family to Warrick, and he was forever grateful. He would never turn his back on them.

So he fallowed his surrogate bother into Lucius's dorm and sat down on his surrogate brother's bed. Warrick was so depressed about the fact that his best friend was leaving the next day, that he didn't take notice to the fact that Lucius had rolled up his left sleeve to expose his inner elbow.

"Warrick, look at me," Lucius commanded.

He looked up into Lucius's eyes and almost cried, he would have if he hadn't been taught that boys don't cry. Warrick was hoping that it was all a dream, and that his friend wasn't leaving Hogwarts the next day. Granted he would be staying at the Malfoy estate like he did every summer, but the difference was that next year he would be would be returning alone.

Lucius continued, "I know that this is my last year here and next year you'll be returning without me. But I know of a way for us to always be together, you just have to believe in me, and I will show you a person who can keep us binded while we are apart. The only thing that you have to do is submit to him and bond yourself to him." Warrick looked at the brand on his companions arm in aw.

"Who is this person you speak of?"

"The Dark Lord Voldemort"

End of Flash back

". . . and since that day I've been in the Dark Lord's service," Warrick finished.

I was about to say something when mother interrupted, "Thanks for sharing your story with my daughter, but it is really getting late now, and we still have a lot to get done for tonight, so we really have got to go now. I'll take it you'll be in attendance?"

"Of course, and I think that I'll go pop in with Lucius before I go."

"See you tonight then, come on Desdemona," mother ordered.

Warrick was soon up the stairs, and we were on way again with the recent events still on my mind.

AN: I'm soo sorry that its taken me forever to get up the next chapter to OOHO. For the longest while I couldn't get anything writen. But hopfully I'll have another chapter up sometime next week.