Chapter 3

Discoveries...

Aroara started wandering through Draco's memories and memories of daydreams he had. 'I guess some of theses daydreams are what Pansy was talking about,' she thought to herself as she picked out a memory of Draco as a little boy.

She fell into the memory and saw Draco sitting over by the big window of the family common room looking out of it as if waiting for someone. She heard voices coming from the kitchen area and decided to investigate. It was Lucius and his wife Narcrissa talking.

"Draco's heart is going to break into millions of pieces, when he learns that Aroara has been taken out of the country and he may never see her again." Narcrissa said with sadness in her voice.

"That's why we only tell him that she moved away for now, and he may see her years later." Lucius said trying to comfort his wife in some way so she wouldn't feel so bad about having to break the news to Draco.

"Well who knows, maybe His Darkness will bring her back faster than anticipated. I can only hope so. For Draco's sake."

"Alright, let's go tell him." Lucius said and Narcrissa followed.

Once they arrived in the family common room, Draco looked at them with tears in his eyes. He knew. Some how he knew.

"Mummy, Aroara's not coming over today is she? Daddy where is she? Can I owl her?" He said starting to cry.

"Draco," Lucius said going over to his son and picking him up, "We have something very important to tell you about Aroara son. I'm sorry but she moved away. I know that later on in the future, you two will meet again though. I promise you will see her again. Look at it this way, it's only temporary." It was the only time that anyone could remember that Lucius actually shown his softer and vulnerable side. After this moment, he would hardly ever be like this again. Of course, he would always do things with just himself and his son, teaching Draco the father and son traditions handed down from generations before, but nothing like this. Soothing his son in a time of need, personally if Lucius had never done this, many think Draco would have been much worse. Aroara somehow saw this, and agreed.

Aroara suddenly felt her body lift and she knew she was most likely transporting to another memory. She now found herself in Hogwarts, and Draco was walking to the quiditich pitch, where the rest of his team was meeting. He seemed to arrive late as the team rolled their eyes at him and told him to hurry up. He looked older, but only about 11 or 12 years old.

"Look Draco, I can't tell you again, you have to be on time to practice kid. I know you're a second year, so this time I'll let it slide, next time I'll owl your father and tell him that your sitting out of the next match, understood?" a taller, dark haired boy who look as he must have been 17 or 18 said to him. Aroara noted how the boy's teeth were all screwed up, and looked at him in horror.

"I'm sorry Marcus, it won't happen again." Draco said, as he ran over to his buddies who looked like younger versions of Crabbe and Goyle. As they practiced she noticed that Draco actually had a talent for quiditich. He was great at being the seeker, though from the look on his face, he never really believed it.

Aroara suddenly found herself drifting into another memory. Draco was in his fourth year at Hogwarts, and getting better looking than ever. As she followed Draco into a class room she could hear all the kids in the halls talking about some "Yule Ball," and to make matters worse Draco looked more paler than ever this day. Aroara figured he must be working up the nerve to ask a girl to the ball, and sure enough she was right. Shortly after Draco's class began, she spotting him watching Pansy. Pansy was returning his glances as well with a smile on her face. She watched as Crabbe leaned off and whispered,

"Why don't you ask her already Malfoy?" and turned his attention back to his parchment that he was drawing on. Draco just smiled.

After class ended, Draco went up to Pansy in the hallway and started some small talk with her, but Aroara realized that it didn't take long for him to cut to the chase.

"So you know I was wondering, if you would like to that is, be my date to the ball." He looked so nervous that Aroara thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. But then again, she knew how much of a mistake he was making right then, but she knew better than to try to fool around with his memory and change his history. Besides, she knew it couldn't be done anyway. Pansy, of course said yes and asked him why hadn't he asked her sooner, that she had been waiting for him to ask her. He laughed and together they held hands and walked to class. That was the day, the hottest bad boy in school, became the most wanted and unavailable guy in Hogwarts.

She was suddenly taken back to another memory, except this one happened to be a heartfelt memory. Draco was walking through the attic of the Malfoy Manor when he came across his old things as a boy. This memory looked fairly recent. He looked like the much more older, wiser, and sexier Draco that he is now. As he walked through the attic and looked through his things he had as a younger boy, he suddenly came across a picture. Aroara moved closer to him to see what he was looking at and as she saw it, she gasped. It was a picture of them when they were younger. Arms over each other's shoulder's sitting in the garden next to each other, looking into each other's eyes. Aroara suddenly realized that at that same moment Draco and herself both had tears rolling down their cheeks. The song, "Photograph," by the Canadian muggle band Nickleback came to her mind as she glanced at the picture one more time. Draco suddenly stuffed it in his pocket and went down stairs to his room were he dragged out his old beginners guitar and started playing the very same song Aroara was thinking of when she saw the photo. It's amazing how much her and Draco thought alike ever since they were babies. It scared their parents, literally. Aroara sat down beside him and cried as she listen to him play. She never could understand how a bond like their's was never broken, even after all these years.

Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her shoulder as someone pulled her out of the Pensive. She realized it was Draco, and he looked extremely pissed off.

"What in the hell are you doing in there!" He yelled at her.

Aroara realized that she was busted, and said,

"I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean to make you angry I just had to see what Pansy's fuss was all about. I shouldn't have without your permission, I'm sorry please don't get mad at me." She said trying to reinsure him. But she could tell that he didn't care. She just saw some very personal moments in his life. Personal moments that were none of her business. He suddenly let his grip on her go, his face soften, and he became overwhelmed with sadness.

"How much did you see?" He asked her.

Deciding to be honest with him, she said,

"I saw the memory of when I left you, your quiditich practice, you asking Pansy to the "Yule Ball"and started dating her, the one of you going through your attic, finding a picture of us and then playing a song on your guitar.

Draco sat up straighter.

"You saw that one? Shit, I was hoping I pulled you out before then, but I still have other things in there you haven't seen so that's good. Consider yourself lucky, I have other memories in there that I know you would never want to see. Trust me." With that he laughed.

Aroara, catching on to what he meant, suddenly felt sick to her stomach, but another feeling as well, but she couldn't grasp what it was.

"So how are you feeling about going to the Ministry tonight?" She said

Draco's high feeling had obviously worn off, and he said,

"Feeling nervous, I'm scared that they won't believe, and I'll be thrown in Azkaban."

Aroara took his hand in her's and said,

"I wouldn't worry, my father's a very powerful wizard, he won't let you get thrown in jail, I wouldn't let that happen to you. Your one of the most important people in my life, I would never let anything like that happen to you. Besides, I know you didn't kill Dumbledore. And I know if you did have anything to do with it, you were under my father's control, so I would never blame you, I know how he is." she said reinsuring him.

"Thanks, hey what don't we watch a movie or something before I go? Just the two of us, if that's alright with you." Draco said. Aroara could tell he was a little nervous about asking, and she smiled. Why would her best friend be nervous? She simply shrugged it off and went over to his entertainment system stand where he had his Dobly 5.1 Surround Sound system set up along with his PS3, 40' Plasma TV, and DVD player. Draco's father obviously knew how muggle trinkets worked or even what the hell they were! Aroara seemed a little bit surprised, but she knew that if Draco wanted something, he always got it. Even as a kid he always got what he wanted. Draco had a little fascination with muggle things, even as a boy, but he rarely ever told anyone. After all, how would that make him look in the eyes of purebloods?

After looking for about five minutes Draco and Aroara finally picked the movie, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre." Once they told the house elf, to bring them drinks and popcorn, the set up the room to get a little more movie friendly. They moved Draco's sofa off to the side, and grabbed 3 blankets, a half a dozen pillows, and cushing's. Once everything was set up, they were just waiting for the house elf to return with their refreshments and they were ready to go. Just then, Draco's house elf appeared with their refreshment demands and everything was ready to go. The movie had started and already Draco could tell Aroara was getting a little freaked out. She closed her eyes as the scene of the young woman blowing her head off in the back seat of the van happened. Draco thought it was weird how muggles could kill each other or themselves with such things, but he paid no mind to it and started laughing at Aroara's silliness to the movie.

"What are you laughing for? That's horrible!" She said trying to act a little offended.

"I'm laughing at you! Chicken!" Draco said as her continued to laugh at her.

"Ok, ha ha. But I hate scary scenes." She said with a shudder.

Draco pulled her closer to him and said,

"It's alright, I'll protect you from the big scary chainsaw man."

Aroara snuggled closer to him and they continued to watch the movie together.

Harry had arrived to the Weasely's burrow a little after 6 pm to find everyone was actually gone. He looked up at their so- called "Weasley Finder Clock" and found that they were all in Diagon Alley,

"Most likely out school shopping." Harry said as he gathered up some floo powder and decided to go to Diagon Alley to find them. He knew everyone from the Order would most likely blow off his new discovery of Voldermort's child, but he knew of two other people who would believe him. They have believed in and helped each other through thick and thin. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley were his last resort. If they didn't believe him, no one would.

"DIAGON ALLEY!" Harry shouted as the Floo network started to take him there. He always felt a little sick when using the Floo network for some reason, but he managed. Once he arrived it didn't take him long to find Hermione, she was in a book store like usual, sniffing out the next great book find. She had changed so much from that bushy-haired, know-it-all, that Harry first met. She was beautiful now, her hair had changed into this vision of soft beautiful curly hair, her skin was softer and had more of a glow, her eyes were more of a honey caramel color instead of the deep brown, her eye brows certainly weren't all that bushy anymore either, they were thinned out and had more of a woman shape and look to them. Thank Merlin Ginny had shown Hermione what tweezers were for! Her body had also filled out as well, you could make out underneath it all that Hermione had earned some muscles over the summer, and through the years actually. Her breast were a bit larger too, much to Ron's liking as he told Harry over the summer. She looked more beautiful, sexier, and radiant than ever. Harry couldn't believe how good time was to her over the years, but then again, we've all heard the story of the ugly ducklin haven't we?

"BOO!" Harry yelled out as Hermione jumped up and screamed. He couldn't help himself, she was an easy target for that. Hermione just scolded him for it, and lectured him about how it wasn't the best idea to go around making noise like that in a usually quite bookstore.

"Oh, Come on Hermione, your just sour that you scare easy." Hermione just put the book she was reading back on the shelf, and threw her arm over Harry's shoulder.

"What do you say we get some Ice Cream and you help me school shop? After all, Ron is off flirting with girls again." she said sounding slightly hurt.

"Actually, yes to ice cream, but why don't we go school shopping for both of us?"

Hermione looked up at him, and she knew. She knew that there was a reason he was returning to Hogwarts.

"What's going on Harry, what's making you return?"

He had to admit, she really was the brightest witch of her age. You couldn't get anything past Hermione. He'd hate to see her future kids try to get past her.

"Let's go talk about that while we eat some ice cream. It has to do with," he said as he looked around to make sure no one was looking or listening, "you-know-who, and Draco."

Hermione looked at him with interest and decided that this wasn't the most appropriate place to talk about that. They left Florish & Blotts bookstore and walked down to Gilligan's Ice Cream Shop, ordered two hot butterbeer sundae's and sat down in a secluded corner to talk.

"Alright what's this really about?" Hermione asked when she knew it was safe to talk about it.

"Well I had a dream last night, it's going to sound strange, hell I didn't really believe it until he told me it was true."

"Who? What did they say was true?"

"Lord Voldermort has a daughter. Her name is Aroara, and Draco grew up with her when they were kids I guess. Well, from what I saw in the dream, he and Draco went to the America's and brought her here. He said that he was putting Draco in charge of some task, which I know nothing about, and he needed her here."

Hermione looked at him awe, then suddenly said,

"Harry, Voldermort doesn't have any children... or at least that would explain certain triats of his personality. Why hardly anyone except a few select followers and Dumbledore actually knew anything about his personal life. I just don't understand how is it you would come across this and Dumbledore hasn't in all the years he knew him."

Harry sat back and wondered the very same thing. How is it Dumbledore didn't know this big piece of information? Did he actually know and never tell anyone? Does she hold the key to her own father's downfall?

"Well, here's where the kicker comes into play. Voldermort flooed over to the hollow, he was waiting in my common room for me. When I drew out my wand, he told me to relax, he wasn't there to kill me, yet. He told me that he knew what I dreamt last night and that it was true. He does have a daughter named Aroara. He went on a little bit about Draco knowing about Aroara too. He said that Draco, as much as this made me laugh and I can see you doing the same, loved her. Always has, and I guess we're going to see her in Hogwarts this year."

"So that's why your coming back! Because she's there and your going to find out why."

"With your help Hermione. I have to warn Ron, but then again he's going to be to busy staring at her to help us get anything done."

Hermione started laughing.

"Oh god, I can see it now, Ronald is staring at her from across the Great Hall and Draco is hexing him to death!"

Harry started to laugh as well. Then Hermione suddenly stopped laughing.

"Wait isn't Draco part Vella? If he finds that Ron is interested, Draco might get a little crazy. It's the Vella temper that's why. I get it now. Or at least the basic of it. I think Lord Voldermort want's Draco to love her, that way if you or Ron try to get close to her, Draco will harm you. He's using Draco to protect her from leaking information to the wrong person. Mainly you or Ron. But if she loves him back, that might work out perfect for him. She's the heiress of darkness. Draco is her best suitor. Together they would make the perfect pair, together they could make... the perfect heir. She's the princess of darkness, and he's the prince of slytherin, this can either be good or bad."

Harry catching on to what she meant, suddenly asked,

"What do you mean either good or bad?"

"I mean she could either help get him on the good side, or we're all fucked if she gets him on the dark side."

Harry sat back in shock. Hermione just swore.

"Yeah, I know, don't get used to it."

"I think Draco has good inside of him, I honestly don't think he wants to be on the dark side. Maybe Voldermort is using his daughter as a way of keeping Draco around."

"Using him as his bitch is more like it."

"Hermione!"

"What!"

They started laughing, finished their butterbeer's and decided to head out of there. They continued to through Diagon Alley and bought all their school supplies they needed, then stopped into the Weasley brother's joke shop. As soon as they entered, he saw her. Flaming red hair, a beautiful smile, and a contagious laugh. Summer, most defiantly treated Miss Ginny Weasley good.