My heart was pounding in my head as I ran back to my room and locked it. Voldemort was my mother for all these years how sick and wrong... Hes planning to kill me and Draco too Tears were pouring furiously out of my eyes as I replayed the conversation Lucius and Voldemort had not so long ago.

I curled up into a ball on my bed and fell asleep, extremely paranoid may I add. Every noise I heard in the night would cause me to fly up and grab my wand. Enough was enough; I got up and went straight into Dracos room. He was lying on his bed in a comfortable position, a Quidditch magazine was sprawled across his lap as his arms were behind his head, and eyes closed in a peaceful manner.

"Peek-a-boo" I said, he jumped up slightly; his eyes were narrowed dangerously at me.

"What do you want, Candice?" He asked irritably, laying his magazine under his bed.

"Do you REALLY know who my mother is?"

He snorted, "An evil little wench who wants to hurt you? Yes, Ive been introduced, thanks."

"Voldemort" I said

"How dare you speak his name?"

"No, Voldemort is my mother"

He laughed, holding his sides, "Umm, Candice. Voldemort is a guy, not a woman"

"Its complicated" I said, "He is my REAL father So, he and my real mother had me and she abandoned me for no reason, so Voldemort killed her and transformed into my mother I knew to this day and adopted me"

Draco sat there for a minute, "What the hell?" His eyes darted around confusedly as he scratched his head.

"Oh, and they are going to kill us soon" I mentioned, Draco gaped.

"Oh shit, we...have to...kill Voldemort" I choked, giving Draco an incredulous look

"How do we kill him?" I asked

"Were going to have to get Scarhead, Weasel, and Mudblood and their dirty little friends, they were all in that stupid little group in 5th year, they know best."

I smirked, "You trust them?" He sighed, crinkling his soft blonde hair.

"Theyre the only ones I can think of trusting right now" He said uneasily.

"Ill owl Harry, Ron and Hermione you owl Neville, Dean, Seamus, Luna," and I scribbled down a few more names, "them, okay?" He nodded, rushing off to find his owl.

It was around 3 am, Draco and I werent even half way through writing all these owls. Our quills scratched against the thick parchment, the only sound in the room was our owls, snapping at the cage occasionally.

"Draco is not in bed, Lucius" A cold voice drawled from outside my doorway.

"Shit, its Voldemort apparate back to your room!" I whispered, he nodded, and I quickly jumped into bed and pretended to be asleep.

"Ahh, look at her..." Voldemort said, unusually calm, "Shell be dead soon, oh well" Scratch that -.-

"Yes, m'lord"

They left and I went back to owling everyone else. Draco came in 30 minutes later; he tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him and he just kissed me right then and there, on the floor with a quill dripping in my left palm.

The moonlight shone on our faces as time passed by, his arm was around my waist stroking me softly. I pulled away, "What was that for?"

He smirked, "For the only girl who could ever make me smile..."