Disclaimer: I own nothing except Amara, but not her ancestry… oh well.

AN: Sorry it took so long, I had it written, but I just had to get around to typing it. :) Sorry guys. Thanks to my reviewers!

Riddle Me This

Chapter Three-

This year could not get any worse. Not only was he hiding from Voldemort because he couldn't approach him after what he had done over the summer and at the end of term last year, but now his so-called 'friends' report back to their own Deatheater parents if he moves a toe out of line…their line anyway.

And to make things worse, he was now attending school with Voldemort's spawn!

Draco buried his face in his hands. He was sitting by the bank of the Great Lake; the sun was shinning through the trees on his head, casting a reflection on his bright hair.

Three cloaked figures stood in front of a woman with long silvery hair and a boy with white-blond hair. The one in the middle spoke.

"Come boy, the Dark Lord expects you."

The boy trembled but then he yelled, "No, he can keep expecting me, I'm not leaving my mother!" The woman looked at her son with a pained expression.

"Very well." The one on the right said. Then, "Expelliarmus!" The boy was thrown against the stone wall. Then he heard, "Avada Kedavra!"

With a blinding flash of green light, the woman fell; her silver hair sprawled about her. The boy screamed and ran to the woman. Then the cloaked figure on the left said, "Now you don't have to leave her…she's gone." Then with three loud cracks, the dark figures were gone.

Draco felt the tears sting his eyes but his pride wouldn't allow them to fall. He suddenly felt very destructive and stood up. He held out his wand and yelled, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

His wand only produced a ghost-like trail of smoke that hit a tree causing a crack to split down it. Draco dropped his hand. He didn't have the power to kill; he didn't have any power at all. He couldn't save his mother, and he can't save himself.

"You could learn, you know," Draco gasped and jumped around only to see Amara leaning against a tree a few paces away. "if you wanted." She was watching him carefully; her gold eyes sent a shiver down his spine.

"You did pretty good for your first time, but your mind-set needs improvement." Draco took two steps towards her.

"Why would I want lessons from you, Riddle?" She smiled and chuckled.

"Watch out for yourself." With that Amara turned and disappeared over the rise. Draco frowned. What was up with her? She always dropped in at the worst times.

And so the days continued.

Amara had a lot of free periods and Draco often found her in the strangest of places. He had no idea what she was doing. Evenings were often the same. She would sit in her corner of the common room by the fire, reading or writing letters, while everyone else gave her a wide berth, and Draco would be wrapped around some girl, making out and touching her all over and vise versa on one of the green couches.

One night, as a 5th year was kissing his neck, he watched Amara over the girl's shoulder. She was reading a letter, her golden eyes on fire and they rapidly scanned down the page over and over, her luscious lips mouthing each word.

Ow! The girl's teeth scraping over his skin jerked him back into reality. What did he just say? Draco scowled at himself. He would never think about her that way. No matter how shapely or perfect her round…NO!

He pushed the 5th year girl away from him. "Hey, um, you know what, I got to write an essay so," The girl smiled seductively.

"Sure Draco. We'll continue this later." She kissed him gently, running her tongue over his, then went up to her dormitory, making sure to give everyone a good look at her tightly-clad back end.

Draco sighed and sat back in the couch. He rubbed his eyes. I need serious help. When he opened his eyes he saw Amara standing over him. He flinched instinctively before looking steadily up at her.

"Have you decided yet?" She asked, catching his silver eyes in her gold ones. Draco was entranced. Her eyes were smooth like water but had the same aura of danger. The pupils were almost like slits. They reminded him of the Dark Lord.

"You're related to him aren't you? The Dark Lord?" He asked before he could stop himself. Amara smirked and sat down on the couch, Draco moved his legs just in time.

"Yes, he is my Grandfather."

"I never knew he had children." Amara blinked and tilted her head.

"Most never knew about Holliana." Draco sat up and leaned closer to her, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Is she your grandmother?"

"Yes, she died after the birth of her only child. The only thing I know of her is that she was Caribbean and she had eyes like mine." Amara looked away as she spoke of this unknown woman.

"That explains you skin color." He mumbled softly, referring to her naturally tan skin tone. She nodded absently. In the silence, memories of his mother's death and his father rotting in prison flooded him. Draco looked up, his silver eyes seething with hate.

"I didn't know the Dark Lord could feel love, or was she merely a good fuck?" Amara suddenly looked up. Her glare bore holes in his skull.

"That shows your ignorance." She stood and raised her wand. "His love is reserved for the worthy!" A few students looked up at her raised voice. "Never speak of him again!" A dangerous looked passed over her eyes. "Crucio!" Her voice was perilously low.

Pain exploded in Draco's body. It felt like he was on fire. He screamed and writhed on the couch. Suddenly the pain stopped. As his head cleared, he saw Amara tear away from two 6th year boys who had tackled her.

"Get away from me!" She yelled. She was in absolute hysteria. "You all are worthless!" Amara grabbed her cloak and stalked quickly out of the common room, slamming the door behind her.

Draco stood up, breathing heavily, and looked around the room at all the shocked and scared eyes around him. Not wanting to answer any questions, he threw his cloak over his shoulder and left as well.

The lake water was still and black, only lighted by the reflection of the moon gleaming in the center. Draco pulled his cloak tighter around him. He felt stiff, probably an after-effect of the Cruciatus curse.

Why had he asked about Voldemort? Was he really that stupid?

Draco kicked a rock into the lake. Amara seemed to truly care about the Dark Lord and his wife. Holliana. What a beautiful name. I bet she was a knockout.

He sighed. He shouldn't have said anything, but he just kept thinking about what he did to his family. But Amara didn't have anything to do with that! Or Holliana! His rational side said.

That's just what you want to believe. His scornful side argued. Amara is an arrogant bitch; she's just like her Grandfather. No better than a Mudblood!

"Yes." He agreed to himself out loud. "Just a bitch, a cold heartless bitch with bad blood."