A/N: Good day to you. Here's another chapter for you. SJCforever WILL have her story up tomorrow. I fini typing it up and have a few technical questions about the plot to ask her so I promise I'll have it up tomorrow along with another chapter from me.

krillball6- I'm sorry, but I can't tell you anything about what is going to happen and that trip uphill is long ways away.

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A week later, it was late January. Ron came up to Jacqueline and said, "Jacqueline, I have been meaning to talk to you for some time now."

Jacqui looked at him and then said, "Same here Ron."

Silence.

"Would you like to go out with me?" they said at the same time.

They stared at each other for a minute.

"Yeah, sure," they said together, yet again.

Jacqueline laughed softly and Ron soon joined her.

"What are you laughing about?" asked Hermione as she entered the Common Room with Harry.

"Nothing," said Jacqui, sitting up straight again, trying to contain her laughter.

In a matter of days, the whole school knew about Ron and Jacqui being together.

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"Is that some sick way of getting back at me?" thought Draco as soon as he found out. "I knew there was something between them and I was right. Fine, let them be. Let her be and let me be."

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Jacqueline stood in front of the bathroom mirror and brushed her hair slowly. Her eyes followed the brush as it went through her hair, over and over again. Jacqueline sighed and set the brush down. She got underneath the covers and drifted off into sleep. Her dreams were filled with different scenes from her life.

A/N: Before we jump into Jacqui's dreams, let me say that each space between paragraphs, lines, or words means different dream. Hope I don't confuse you too much, but this is crucial to the progression of the plot… or at least Jacqui's conscience.

Jacqueline Riddle was standing next to her husband Travis, both were looking down at their baby girl.

"I am not happy about your decision in marriage, Travis. You've disgraced your whole family line. To marry a muggle," Voldemort spat. "A long line of pure- bloods tracing all the way back to Salazar Slytherin ruined and disgraced."

"You were really concerned about me?" asked Jacqui, not believing. "Of course," said Ron smiling, "You're our friend." "Didn't you have friends before you came here?" asked Harry. Jacqueline shook her head no. Hermione gasped. "I had one," said Jacqui through misty eyes, "but we were separated when we were six." Jacqueline then burst out crying. "Oh god, how much I miss him," she sobbed. "The truest friend I've ever had until now," she said smiling at Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Jacqueline, this is your new guardian. You are to call him, Mr. Quirell." "We would like to present you with this necklace."

"You have always been fair to me," said Draco to Jacqui.

I have to tell him. After so much time he deserves to be able to trust me as I him. I can't hide anything from 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." A small box appeared with a letter addressed to Lucius Malfoy.

"Please, God, let him be ok," whispered Narcissa.

"When I saw him at the train station, I saw something different in him; a sort of happiness. Thank you for being that in him," said Narcissa.

If you fail me, there will be the consequence of death.

"We all know the story of Harry Potter, but not many know the story of Ms. Riddle."

"Thank you," said Jacqueline as she stood up. "For what?" and Draco stood up with her, trying to figure out what he had done. Jacqui stopped descending the stairs, looked at him, and said, "For giving me hope that there can still be happiness in the world; being the light of tomorrow."

"I'm supposed to be in Slytherin..."

P. 961, Spells and Charms of the Past.

To find the true answer,

Look at the location,

And flip the numbers upside down,

And you will come to the correct information.

Brother's love and nothing more.

In a matter of moments, Draco and Jacqui's lips met in a passionate kiss.

"Hermione, you say you don't mind me going with… a Slytherin, but please tell me the truth. How do you really feel?"

"Oh, I haven't even started," Ron said with an unstable step back, "Now, Harry, wouldn't you all agree that Jacqueline resembles someone you know very well." "And whom do I resemble so well?" spat Jacqueline. "Voldemort."

"Draco, may I borrow your Potions book?" The scene of that night appeared and Jacqueline smiled softly in her sleep.

"Draco Malfoy," smirked Jacqueline. Every inch of her face showed hate and coldness, but inside she was slowly dying. With each word she spoke she softly pushed him back. "You must think that you are the most superior one in this school; the first Slytherin to date a Gryffindor. And I am sick of your acting this way. My friends were right. How stupid could have I been and not listen to them. You have changed and not for the better. I'm sorry to think that I could've ever thought that what I felt for you was love. No, it was pity. A mother who only now begins to care, a father who is on the run because the truth about him was found out…" Jacqueline trailed off as she her heart jumped as she realized she broached a sensitive subject. Nether the less she continued with no mercy, "All you can do for me now is leave me alone. Being with out you would probably be the first good feeling you would give me." She smirked at the last comment and Draco's pale face became even paler.

"Because, righteousness can never leave the earth. Evi, will meet its end. In our hearts we know that life isn't always fair, but it will show reason when deciding between good and evil," Draco's voice echoed in Jacqui's head.

"You are not going to die, not as long as I'm with you," said Draco.

Jacqueline woke up with a start and sat in bed breathing deeply.

No, it was a dream. That is all. Thought Jacqueline and rolled to her side, but discontentment was disturbing her. All in all, she fell back to sleep.

Jacqueline saw herself rush into Dumbledore's office.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, I though you were… never mind; bad dream I guess," she said.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at her. Then, his skin began to appear as though it was bubbling.

"Close the door," said he sharply.

Jacqueline obeyed. She turned around to find that Dumbledore had drawn curtains around the walls of his office and Jacqueline realized he didn't want any one or any painting to see what she was about to see. Slowly before her eyes, the Headmaster turned into Voldemort.

Jacqueline sat up in bed once again and disbelief was in her eyes. She got out of bed and put on a bath robe. She left Gryffindor Tower and headed for Dumbledore's office. She entered it without knocking and closed the door behind her. She looked at the Headmaster who was behind his desk.

Their eyes locked.

Nothing seemed unusual.

Only then did Jacqui notice that the walls had drawn curtains on them.

I do not want to know. I do not want to know. I do not want to know. I do not want to know. Thought Jacqui and turned to leave saying, "Oh, sir, I'm sorry, I though you were… never mind; bad dream I guess."

"Stay," said he sharply.

Jacqui had no choice but to obey.

Then the worst possible thing happened.

Dumbledore's skin began to bubble and in no time at all, he transformed into the Dark Lord. The two eyed each other and Voldemort proceeded in saying, "What possibly do you want of me at this hour?"

"I… you…"

"I did not bring you up to speak like that," snapped Voldemort. He then smirked, "Surprised aren't you? It's time I took better care of supervising your actions."

"My Lord, but how did you manage such thing?" finally said Jacqui.

"Simple, the old fool is getting older and is not as quick as he used to be. I have him stashed somewhere. He deserves death, but I need him for the Polyjuice Potion. My stay here will go by unnoticed if you make sure that Potter doesn't feel any pain while I'm here. I'll inform you of my plan when I think necessary. Now off to bed."

Jacqueline didn't need to be telling twice, she left the office quickly trying to understand if this was a dream or not.

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Next morning Jacqueline stared at Harry and then up to the Staff table. Her gaze met Dumbledore's who sternly looked upon her, a gaze she knew only Voldemort used. Jacqueline looked at her plate and realized that this was going to be a hell of a week… if not day.