A/N: Well, all of you were happy that they finally kissed.

krillball6- I don't put stuff in my chapters with out a reason. So you are mostly right. She changed her name not because she would be famous or that Voldemort would find her it's a different reason. I can't say what it is yet. This chappy should explain more. Just remember, I don't put stuff in my chapters with out a reason.

Batbones- I'm here, I'm updating. Oh, and I'm killing you tomorrow at school for taking my picture. Just something nice and pleasant.

Now, all of you will screw my head off now. Ok, deep breath I received my report card in the mail. Well, I got all A's except for two B's. Fucking P.E. I don't blame myself for Math though. Honors Algebra is flippinly hard. Well, my mom blew her head when she heard that my perfect A streak was broken. I say who cares. Now, back to my point. I got grounded until Christmas Brake I think? So, I won't be able to update until probably… Dec. 16 or 17.

Now, now, I know. Don't get mad. I hope to sneak an update tomorrow and maybe some time next week. But don't get your hopes up. Here's Ch. 25.

"Just don't loose hope," said Draco, as he and Jacqui ended their good byes.

Jacqui sighed and then disappeared, apparating away. Draco stared at the spot where she stood. He then felt something land on his shoulder. He looked to his left and saw the silver snake's head of his father's cane.

"Father," said Draco coldly, turning around.

"Now, now, Draco, what's the coldness for?" said Lucius Malfoy with a thin smile. "You should be happy to see me."

Draco gave out a barely noticeable smirk.

"And what if I'm not?" asked Draco.

"Then I guess you'll have to regret the time you weren't."

"For God's sake, Lucius, stop scaring the boy," said Narssisca, walking up to her husband.

Lucius' eyes narrowed, and said through tight lips, "We'll talk at home." Then a bit louder, "Come now, Draco."

Draco had no choice but to obey.

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Jacqueline apparated from Platform 9 ¾ and ended up in the country. She was looking out at a mansion. Her breathing sped up and her breaths became short and shaky as she walked up to the mansion. She stopped at the front door and looked around at her surroundings.

The outside entrance was of white marble. A forked staircase led up to the front door. A fountain was in-between the forked staircase, but it wasn't running. The door was tall made of some type of dark wood. A silver slate was on top of the door. "Manoir De Riddle" was inscribed onto it. The garden in front of the house could be recognized to have been beautiful one day. The bushes weren't pruned and the grass was uncut. The metal gate surrounding the estate was broken and rusty. But the house itself looked magnificent on the outside. The paint was in perfect condition and shining brightly in the sun.

Jacqui got the courage to knock. She heard the sound echoing inside.

No answer.

She knocked again, but louder.

Still no answer.

She took hold of the gold door knob and turned it. To her surprise, the door wasn't locked. She entered slowly; conscious of every step she took. She walked into darkness. The only light that was in the room was the one that came through the large windows. The entry was big. The flooring was of black marble and a grand staircase was in the middle of it, forking at the top. The entry was two storeys high. Four hallways were in the entry; two one the left and two on the right. Beautifully carved tables were by the walls; each holding different objects; over the tables hung portraits. On the left side of the wall, hung portraits of different family members and on the right, hung portraits of the current family. On the right there were four paintings in all. One was of a lady in white. She had brown hair and blue eyes. Her face was pale, but her cheeks were rosy; bringing life to her. She was very thin and looked graceful. The small golden plate under it said, "Jacqueline L. Riddle." The painting next to it was of a man. He was tall with black hair and brown eyes. His eyes were cold and he held a dignified air. He was wearing black robes and a wand was in his hand which was resting on a glass table. The title underneath the painting said, "Travis M. Riddle." The next painting was of a little girl, three years of age. She was a beautiful creature. She had long black hair that was lightly put into a ponytail. Her face pale, eyes were green and a smile adorned her face, reaching up to the eyes, making her whole face light up. She was a lilac dress and her tiny hands held a bouquet of white roses. The title of the painting was "Amaryllis J. Riddle." Happiness was surrounding the next painting. The woman, the man, and the little girl were all together. The woman was sitting on a swing with the girl on her lap. The man was standing to the side watching them, with a smile of delight on his face. But, a sense of gloominess veiled the house. The air in the room was stale and everything was in dust and the porcelain vases were full of dead flowers.

Jacqui walked up to a table and looked at picture standing on it. She picked it up, making dust fly off of it. She looked at it and a small tear rolled down her check. The three family members were together, looking at each other, smiling. She set the picture back down and looked around herself.

"Hello?" she said.

Her voice echoed through out the house, but no one answered her.

"Anyone?"

Suddenly a House elf appeared in front of her.

"Feuille!" said Jacqueline.

The House elf bowed and said, "Miss, you've come back. We was getting worried that you never would come back after what happened."

Jacqui smiled sadly and patted the elf's head. "Yes, I've come back. Is anyone home?"

The House elf whimpered, "His lordship has been in a couple times, but he is not here right now."

"Did he leave any instructions?"

Feuille whimpered and shook her head. "He only said that if you were to come, to say that you should wait for his return."

Jacqui sighed, "Thank you. Could you please get me some Butterbeer?"

The House elf disappeared.

Jacqui then levitated her trunk and headed up the marble staircase. Once on the second floor, she turned left and went down the hallway. The walls were of a dark blue and paintings were on either side of her and a Persian carpet was on the floor. Jacqueline passed a few rooms until she came to the end of the corridor which had a door in the end. Jacqui took the gold doorknob with trembling hands and turned it. She entered a medium sized sitting room. It was light purple. White couches were surrounding the room and a large oval table was in the middle.

It was over turned.

A broken vase lay by the table and dried up flowers lay scattered. The room was extremely cold, having the balcony doors opened. There was a door on the left hand side that was hanging off its hinges and a few pieces of it were scattered.

Jacqueline waved her hand to the open doors and they closed themselves. Jacqui was shaking all over, not from the cold but from her thoughts, as she headed through the left hand side door to the bedroom. The bedroom was in a scarlet color. A large bed stood by the back wall. A red bedspread with golden embroidered roses was half way off the bed and a few bed posts were broken, making the canopy fall. Again, the glass balcony doors were open and yet again Jacqueline closed them with a wave of her hand. The desk on the left side of the room was broken in half and the books on it lay scattered on the floor. Some of them were torn and the loose pages were all over the room. Basically, the whole room was in disorder that showed signs of a struggle.

Jacqui couldn't take it anymore and sank to her knees and began to sob. She picked up a few pieces of loose parchment and stared at them. Faded ink was on them with handwriting of a three year old. Jacqueline's mind traveled back thirteen years back.

Three year old Amaryllis Riddle was sitting on her balcony, looking out at the garden. A black cat sat on her lap and it was being stroked slowly by the girl. Amaryllis was watching her parents walking by the white rose bushes hand in hand. Her mother had a soft smile on her face as she listened to some story her father was telling her. Amy's face lit up as she saw how happy her parents were. But, the happy moment didn't last long. A strange man apparated into the garden and stood before the couple. Amy heard him say, "I am not happy about your decision in marriage, Travis. You've disgraced your whole family line. To marry a muggle," he spat. "A long line of pure- bloods tracing all the way back to Salazar Slytherin ruined and disgraced."

The father replied, just as coldly. Amy never saw her father like that. "I am not the first to ruin the line. Does the name Tom Riddle ring a bell, Tom?"

The strange man's eyes grew big with hatred. "How dare you? Do you know who you are talking to? I, the greatest wizard of all history come back from the dead in order to have someone talk that way to me? I think not."

"Why not go back to the dead?" said the mother coldly.

"I could not lie in peace knowing that you are here."

The men drew wands.

The strange man's wand was pointed at the father and the father was prepared to ward off any unfriendly spell.

"Avada Kedavra," said the man, and surprised the father by directing the spell at the mother. The mother fell dead with a scream. Amy stood up from her seat with large eyes.

Travis looked at his dead wife with his eyes filled with horror. He turned to his opponent and aimed a spell at him, but the other just deflected it off.

"I thought you would be content in being Amaris's godfather, but it seems not," said Travis, but the man just smirked.

In a few moments the man said, "Expeliarnus," and Travis flew up into the air and fell a few feet away. The man picked up the other's wand and turned to Travis. He pointed both wands at him and the other began to choke.

"That will teach you a lesson in marrying a muggle," said the man. Then letting the hold go off of the other's throat he said, "Avada Kedavra," and Travis Mireille Riddle was no more. "That'll teach you to honor the name of Lord Voldemort."

Amaryllis, who was still watching form the balcony, gave out a scream of horror as she comprehended that both her parents were dead. She quickly, though, clasped her mouth with her hands when Voldemort turned around and spotted her. She began to back away, but the wizard apparated in front of her. Amy ran inside to her sitting room. A curse was aimed at her, but it missed. Amy ran into her bedroom looking for cover, but soon she stood face to face with the wizard. Her eyes were in fear as she stood before him.

"The only descendant of the Riddles," said Voldemort with venom. "I have a few moments of life left in me, so why not kill the last one. Avada Kedavra."

Amaryllis sank to her knees and screamed. But instead of dying, her skin began to glow and the spell just absorbed through it. When she stopped glowing, Amy ceased screaming.

Voldemort just stared at her in awe. But his thoughts were cut short as white spots of light began to appear in him.

"She is special, may she keep on living and may she be my key to return," said Voldemort. "Pendant de coeur avec une partie de ma magie," (heart pendant with part of my magic, is the translation.) he said and a small box appeared by Amy, who was now unconscious. On top of the box was a note. It was addressed to Lucius Malfoy.

Jacqueline looked around the room, remembering the events. She stood up and took out her wand. She then cleaned up the room and its previous glory returned. Feuille then appeared by her with the Butterbeer. Jacqui walked into the sitting room that she also restored and sat down on one of the couches.

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"Why exactly was I to come home?" asked Draco.

"We decided that it was time that you are to be presented to the Dark Lord," said Lucius.

Draco's mind staggered a moment, but he didn't show it. He didn't know how to answer though.

"He was gracious to grant us time for an audience tomorrow afternoon."

Draco bowed his head in sign that he understood. He then left his father's cabinet anger filling him up.