As a child you spend most of your life waiting for something to happen. Some wait for the prince to swift them off their feet while others wait for that ultra amazing broomstick which goes faster than the speed of life. I on the other hand, spent most of my preadolescences waiting for my mother to come and get me. I realized she was never going to come by the time I turned twelve and was forced to meet the harsh realties of my world.

It was midmorning when I found out that Devon had returned. Rhydon had sent a message through a scrawny owl. My own feelings were ambivalent, but I knew all to well that if I were to ignore his return there would be dire consequences to pay.

I walked slowly to the castle, thinking about the last three months in great confusion. I had spent almost every other day in my grandfather's office. I had ongoing lectures on how I was to behave around Devon. Rhydon who was constantly plotting something or another, seldom showed up. He instead left me alone with my cold grandfather who constantly criticized my every movement. "You're too thin" or "your posture is simply abysmal" to name a few of the constants insults he threw in my direction.

I once asked him, if Draco Malfoy ever tried to find my biological mother. Lucious Malfoy got angry at this inquiry. He responded that his son had done everything in his power to have my mother killed. However "the mudblood" had escaped and covered her footprints all to well.

When I finally arrived at my grandfather's office I was surprised to see my father standing in a corner in a heated conversation with my brother. Sitting at his desk, Lucious looked irritated as he watched his son and grandson in what appeared to be an on-going argument. They stopped when they saw me enter the room.

"I assume you got my message." Rhydon said as he beckoned me to a nearby chair. I did not sit down though.

"Yes." I reply meeting his cold gray eyes. "but I have not come here to cow tow to your every wish. I am more inclined to know what I can get out of all of this." My brother's face became furious. My Father seemed indifferent, while my grandfather seemed slightly amused.

"Seems she had more Malfoy blood in her than you thought Draco" My grandfather told my father.

"Disobedience seemed more of the mudblood's specialty than my own" My father replied, his eyes never leaving me. At this statement both my brother and grandfather howl with laughter.

"Well you would know more than I." I respond angrily. The three men became to silent in a pregnant pause.

"Be careful girl, you forgot who holds the wand." My father finally replied icily

"With all due respect, at least I remember my past." At this, Draco Malfoy looked as if he was going to blow up. I suddenly recalled Lavender's warning on my father and I quickly apologized.

My grandfather interrupted before my father before he had a chance to reply. "You are becoming tiresome Neaveh, tell us what you want."

"Freedom, I want my freedom." I demand

"Deal with Devon first and we discuss your request later." Rhydon responded lazily. "He is in the north wing. Remember everything we have taught you. Do not make him loose whatever interest he has left in you. You may go." I nodded as I left the room.

Much to my greater surprise Harry Potter was standing outside my grandfather office.

On only two other occasions had I had talked to him. The first time, was when I was nine and had to clean up the great hall. He had been in the midst in a serious conversation with some Death Eators, however he stopped when he saw me and smiled at me. Disregarding his company, he came up to me and handed me a book entitled "Hogwarts a History". He told me it was my mother's book and that she would have been thrilled to know that I had it. I was so grateful that although I suppose my reading skills were not that great then,

I completely disregarded my work for two days and engrossed myself in the book. Until my nefarious stepmother got wind that I was skipping work and reported to Lavender that if I ever skipped another day I would be punished severely.

The only other time I talked to Harry Potter was in more peculiar circumstances. It was a little under two years ago. It had been late at night, well past midnight. I had awoken at the sound of whispers in the next room.

"I should have done more." One voice stated quietly "I promised her mother."

Then the unmistakable voice of Lavender "Harry, you have sacrificed so much. If Death Eators had the slightest idea how much you help us." She shuddered "I don't even want to think what they would do to us. Besides I am blessed to have her as a daughter. I would hate to think how I would fare surrounded by three males all by myself." I heard the laughter of Dean and Harry Potter in the background. Then I listened as they began to talk about the golden days at Hogwarts.

Finally I entered the small living room, feigning thirst. There to my great surprise was Harry Potter sitting right across my parents. He looked surprise when he saw me.

"Neaveh" he said. I froze like a deer.

"Yes my lord" I bowed, the three adults looked uncomfortable and my sudden display of respect that was mandatory at the castle.

"You mustn't tell your brother, your father or any other death eator that you saw me here." I wondered why he didn't want me to tell Julian or Oliver and then I remembered he said it singular.

"I wont tell Rhydon and I don't talk to my "father" unless he is scolding me." Harry Potter frowned. Barely audible, I heard muttered something like "Typical…ferret"

"Honey, why don't you go back to bed" Lavender tells me. I agreed and walk aimissly back to my bedroom which I shared with Julian and Oliver. When I entered the room I put my ear to the door. "She is too pretty for her own good." I heard Lavender say.

To this, Harry Potter laughs. "Careful Mrs. Thomas if she is anything like her mother, her ears are probably glued to that door." The whole room burst into laughter and I smiled at this. He left shortly after.

"I was expecting you" I turn around half expecting Rhydon or my father to be right behind me. No one was behind me.

"You were expecting me?"

"Yes Neaveh, I assume you are going to the North wing." I nod half surprised. "Would it be alright if I accompany you?" I agree curiosity getting the best of me. We walked for several minutes through the corridors and neither of us says anything. Finally he asks how I am. I tell him that I am fine.

"Your mother would not want you to do this." He says finally.

"Do what?" He doesn't say anything for awhile.

"No demon is safe, especially the son of Asterion."

Surprised at the Dark Lord's Knowledge. I meagerly utter "Devon?"

He interrupts. "You're just a tool to Rhydon. He wants more power and he will even use his sister to get it. Please I promised your mother. I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

I roll my eyes. "I don't think Devon would hurt me." Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders.

"The same way, your mother thought Malfoy would never hurt her." He whispers into my ear. "Do not do this Neaveh, I repeat do not do this."

"My mother abandoned me! I don't care what she did or what she does. If my mother truly cared about me she would have to come to get me already but she hasn't." I yell, I think I was beginning to cry. He was about to say something when I heard a voice behind me.

"Malfoy is that you?" I turn around to face strikingly blue eyes.

Well that took like two years to update

Ok so I am sure my editing issue has not improved much.