"How are you today?" Andromeda folded hands on her knee like she always did when they had their sessions. Harry had noticed. It was the proper way of sitting for a noblewoman and even though she turned away from a lot of her upbringing, Harry could see the poise of her posture and saw the education that family Black had hammered into her shining through. The black-haired boy leaned back, not looking at the woman in front of him. It wasn't meant to be disrespectful, but he had learned that he could answer her questions better when he wasn't looking at her. Harry's eyes instead followed Dawn through the room, who was hunting a fly. Through the bond, he felt that she did it more for the fun than for food. Like a cat chasing a bug across the yard really.

"I feel better, I guess." The boy wasn't sure why they always started their sessions with this question. They saw each other every day and Andromeda had been here the entire day yesterday, so of course, she would know how he felt.

Andy had a warm smile on her face as she tilted her head. "You guess?" Her fine fingers were curled around each other and she looked onto the boy in front of her.

Harry shrugged, nodding. "Yeah. I feel mostly like I did yesterday, well a little better with the whole business with the date for the ball being gone. I think it would be normal to be relieved at that."

Andromeda nodded. "Probably."

Harry snorted a little. Sometimes, Andromeda could be quite infuriating. She commented only rarely on his statements, mostly she asked to clarify or give more reasons but she didn't judge or said what she thought about his feelings. It tended to be frustrating cause he felt like she could have given him the results earlier but she had said to him that he needed to come to his own conclusions, that she could make him see her point of view, as he wasn't her and his feelings were his own.

"It is relieving, that is all I can say about this." He shrugged again.

Andromeda nodded, marking something on her board. "How do you feel about Miss Greengrass?"

Harry raised an eyebrow slowly. "She is nice, why?"

Andromeda leaned back taking a sip from her tea. "Well, she is someone we didn't talk about yet and given that she was here a day after Christmas, I thought there might be more to her than 'nice'." She stressed the last word a little.

Harry frowned. "She was here because our families are allies. I don't know her all that well in fact. I mean, yeah we talk and all, she helped me with potions but other than that, I have no real idea. She always makes a point to explain her action with our status as allies."

Andromeda raised an eyebrow. "How do you feel about that?"

The boy sighed and raised his hand so Dawn could land on it. "I don't know. I...I don't like it I think."

The brunette woman made a note on her pad again. "And why is that you would guess?"

Looking at Dawn and playing with her tailfeather, Harry frowned once more. "Hrmmmm, I would guess it is because it doesn't feel like she interacts with me for the sake of myself. Like all this boy-who-lives nonsense. She does it because it is expected of her, because of what society dictates. When she learns with me or now with the dance, she always says she does it because bad press on house Peverell would reflect badly on House Greengrass."

Smiling, Andromeda lowered her pad. "You don't like the noble protocols?"

He frowned shaking his head. "No, yes...maybe. Sometimes those are stuffy and annoying but on the other hand, during the summer when we met with some people it was...comforting I guess? I knew what were okay topics, what to do and so on. It helped, like swimming aids so to speak. I didn't feel out of my depth when I could fall back on customs really. Once I knew what to do."

Humming, Andy leaned a little closer. "And you don't think that Miss Greengrass feels the same?"

Harry frowned. "Why would she be uncomfortable? I mean I'm just harmless Harry, I told her a few times that she could relax around me."

Andromeda laughed shaking her head. "Sorry, that is such a sweet and jet naive thing to say. Harry, I know you don't like it but you are more than just Harry, you are heir to house Black and Lord Peverell, as well as a celebrity. Harmless isn't the thing I would describe that."

Harry frowned harder. "I would never hurt her!"

Andy still shook her head, smiling. "I didn't mean it that way. Everybody is unsure sometimes but also remember who she is. Daphne Greengrass is the heiress of house Greengrass, one of the most prominent noble houses in Britain. She has grown up with lessons how everybody will be out to get her, either for blackmail or to marry her. With her mother's death, she was thrust into a position where she thinks of herself as the one responsible to never fail her family and never show any weakness or target. It is natural that she would keep her distance."

Harry looked down thinking. Daphne had always been aloft and cold. Yeah, there had been moments when the ice broke but it was rare and even then it seemed to be more of an accident than a choice by her.

"So you think I should stay apart from her?" Harry asked.

Andy shook her head. "That is yours to decide. I advise you to think about why she might do what she did and don't expect her to act like you would in a situation."

The boy nodded, rubbing Dawns belly. "How do you know so much about her?"

Andy sighed, brushing her fingers through her brown mane. "When I took you as a client, I talked to Sirius and Narcissa as well as two or three others about the people you associate with. Don't worry I didn't ask for secrets or anything, just their thoughts on those people to get a second point of view. Cissy, for good or worse, has almost a mental filing system of all the major players in politics, so she knew quite a bit about Miss Greengrass."

That sounded somewhat weird but like something Narcissa would do. "Is it normal to ask people around the patient?"

"Sometimes, it depends really. There isn't really a catalogue on which I work, mind healing is a lot of intuition and somewhat trial and error. The human mind is far more complex that the body so you can't put medication on one end and get someone healthy on the other end. We work with feelings and those can change quite a bit. But given that I am well connected with your family it helps to get a feeling for your surrounding a little bit more than just through you as it is a different filter." The brunette explained while her hands waved a little around.

"Filter?" Blurred her opposite out, blinking.

"Every person sees the world through their own filter, their own mind. For example, when you think of Narcissa's son."

Harry scowled. "Malfoy." He spat out.

Andy nodded, folding her hands. "Yes, Draco Malfoy. Only looking at your face, I can see that you don't like him."

Harry nodded. "Not liking is an understatement. He is a pompous git who acts like he is owed the world and tramples over everybody."

Again the brunette nodded. "I would somewhat agree on that, as I have only barely seen him. But would you think Narcissa would agree on that statement?"

Blinking, Harry stopped rubbing Dawns belly and looked up. "Uhm, no...but she is his mother..."

Andy snapped, pointing. "Exactly. She sees him through a different filter, as does Sirius, as do your friends Miss Granger or Mister Longbottom. Everybody sees the world through their own point of view and therefore has a different story to tell. And so, while these sessions are about you and your point of view, it helps me to get a different perspective or as many as I can get to see the world not only through your eyes."

Looking down at Dawn's eyes, who felt different about quite some things to himself, even though they were this close, he nodded. "That makes sense. So you asked about Daphne."

Andromeda nodded, placing down her pad. "Yes, but that is not all there is. Even though she is a different person I can relate to Miss Greengrass somewhat."

Harry tilted his head. "Because you are part of house Black?"

Nodding made Andromeda's hair wave a little. "Yes. Growing up in House Black with all the expectations my parents and aunt Walburga placed on me. Bella," Her face contorted somewhat when she spoke about her older sister. "she was always wild and they didn't trust her to really do what duty compelled her to be. So that burden fell on me and I carried it until I met Theodore. But never the less, I know the feeling of expectations to rise for the good of your house."

Harry frowned. "I don't think Lord Greengrass is pressuring Daphne into something."

Andromeda sighed. "I would agree. I think she does it herself, but you can see she is living with the idea that one wrong decision could cause major damage to her house."

That, Harry, could agree to. Daphne had this drive, this mental feel like she needed to prove to everybody that she was perfect like there were enormous demands to her person. "I would hate to live like that."

Andy nodded. "I hated it too. But it is not ours to decide how another feels. We can only try to help them and live with the outcome. But we stray from our topic, I guess."

Harry nodded slowly, looking down at Dawn again. The Phoenix hopped on his knee slowly once, before tilting her head back, feeling her bonded partners eyes on herself like she always did. molten gold started unblinking at him and he nodded to himself.

"I would like to talk about Ginny." He said with a firm voice. Up until now, they had avoided the topic of his ex-girlfriend, well Harry had. Now Andromeda paused for a moment, for a moment wrong-footed by the sudden change of topic, but then she smiled.

"I think that is a wonderful idea." And it was. Ginerva Weasley was certainly a key part of Harry's try to end his life. Andromeda wouldn't say she was at fault, she was a teenage girl, but she was closely associated with the entire episode of Harry's life. Andromeda had held back asking about the girl because she didn't work with Harry long enough to really push him where it mattered. The amount of trust wasn't there yet.

They sat there for a moment, while Harry tried to think about what he wanted to say. He wasn't sure. Andromeda noticed his struggle, offering an option.

"Telling me how you met Miss Weasley might be a good start."

Harry tilted his head slightly, before shrugging. "I met her in I think summer after the first year. I was at the Burrow, spending my summer there. Of course, Ginny was home too. But I didn't really talk to her. She would always blush and run when she saw me."

"Do you know why?" Andromeda's question was underlined by the scratching of her ball-pen.

His own cheeks blushed a little as Harry nodded. "Yeah, apparently she had a major crush on me when she was young."

Andromeda looked up from her pad. "Cissa told me about that. You weren't a fan of that for some time right?"

Harry nodded, blushing even more. "Yeah, it was pretty weird for me. She is like a young sister, or at least was for the most part, because I mean she is Ron's sister after all and I didn't want that to be awkward. Now it is even more awkward and I am not sure how to handle it in the future."

Nodding Andromeda noted something again. "I could see that. So, was there any particular thing you thought when getting together with her?"

The blush got worse and Harry adverted his eyes. This was one of the very uncomfortable things now. But he had thought about this during the night, long and hard. It was the right thing to do. Still, now that he was on the spot, it was hard to speak about it.

"I..." He hesitated once more. "After the first task, after Professor Dumbledore told me that I'm Tom's polar I...I thought I should live a life you know? That I should enjoy my time on earth as long as I can. I should have fun because I don't have much longer. So yeah, that is when I started thinking, Why the hell not, she can be fun, why not."

Andromeda frowned a little. "Harry...do you still think you will die soon?"

The boy blinked in surprise at the question. "Of course. Tom has a body now, he will come after me. I don't have long." It was true, but then again he had felt this way for quite some time now.

Andromeda put down her pad, leaning forward. "Harry, that is not true. Yes, the Dark Lord is dangerous, but still, you aren't going to die."

Harry frowned too. "How would you know?"

Snorting a little, Andromeda tilted her head slightly. "And you? I wasn't aware that you are a seer."

Harry gritted his teeth. "So? He has a body again and Dumbledore is gone. I think that both facts speak for themselves."

Andromeda shook her head, speaking softly. "Harry, I know it seems like a lot and the Dark Lord is a fearsome foe, but strength isn't everything. The future is not written. We build our own destiny. And David vs Goliath moments happens in our life. I'm not saying you should think it is easy, but also you shouldn't surrender to the idea that your days are numbered, that your life is to end."

Harry blinked in surprise and just looked at her. "This is the first time you say what I should do."

The brunette blinked, then nodded. "I supposed that is true. I know I can't force you to, but maybe think about what I said. Life can be so much more."

Dawn batted her wings as Harry nodded and flopped on her back, presenting her belly with a clear demand for scratches. His fingers worked through the familiar feathers by themselves.

"Okay, let's return to Miss Weasley maybe. You said you thought that you should have fun in life. That is not bad, relationships don't have to be serious if both parties involved are agreeing on it."

Harry squirmed, looking down. "I...That has not been the case."

Andromeda frowned, noting something. "I see. I take it Miss Weasley didn't take it well when you ended things with her?"

He shook his head, still not looking up. "I tried to explain. I thought it wasn't right to be together with her when I saw that I don't love her, that I don't feel for her that way but she didn't want to hear it and said she hated me. It hurt but I must confess I am more worried about what her family thinks of me. Ron, George and Fred are my friends and Mr and Mrs Weasley are nice people." It was true but he felt bad for it. Yeah, they were his friends but he thought he had hurt Ginny a lot and thinking how it would affect himself felt kind of selfish, kind of egotistic.

Andromeda wrote quite a bit before looking up again, her ball-pen still in hand. "Harry we can't people see us as we want them to see us. And it is understandable that Ginny wouldn't accept your apology?"

The black-haired boy nodded. "yeah. I know I made a great mess in the entire thing. I should never gotten together with Ginny, it was all a big mistake. I knew it was dumb and I did it anyway." Harry ruffled his hair, groaning.

Andromeda stood and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't be too hard on you, you were in a horrible situation and it got to you. Yes, it wasn't nice to do, but you will see, it isn't the end of the world either. And that article about her in the Prophet, I know Sirius will put a lot of pressure on the tabloid. They will retract it in a few days."

It wasn't the best but still better than nothing. Harry nodded. "I hope you are right."

He walked down the hallway, the floor covered in dark wood, his broom over his shoulder. Draco was pleased to be at home again. No first years running around, annoying him to no end with their chatter and giggling. No one coming to him with their petty little problems. When he first had taken the reigns in Slytherin, Draco had not anticipated the amount of useless crap he had to deal with on a regular basis. He knew his name and being the heir of House Black had placed him on the top of the totem pole, had expected to be the lord to whom every whim people would jump, as he could expect as the noblest of all the heirs in their house. It was what he was born for and he had been raised to be. After the first two weeks, he had been the dominant force in their house, cementing that in the second year when he got what was rightfully his and became seeker for the house. It should have been a glorious life, people looking up at him and envy his position, while he ruled with a firm grip.

Instead, he had to settle little unimportant disputes, set examples and care for house politics on such a regular basis he felt like he didn't do much else, while still keeping on top of his classes. It had been a rather short discussion when he had during his first year demanded one of the older students should do his homework. In were clear words it was told to him that this would not happen. He was expected to do it by himself, as everybody knew his greatest weapon 'Wait until my father hears about this' would never work. It got even worse when someone offered to have their head of house settle this.

Draco thought of himself as strong-willed and fearless, but his godfather was someone he was very careful around. He remembered very lively the dressing down he had gotten from the towering man when he had been five and talked about mudbloods. Severus Snape had glared him down and explained in horrifying detail what he would do if he heard his godson say those words in his presence every again. And Draco's father had done nothing even though they were in the same room! It was only stated that this was very Un-Slytherin behaviour. Sometimes Draco wondered, what the hat would have told him, if not for the potion that had been used by the Malfoy family for decades now, which made the hat send each one of them instantly to house Slytherin. Would he have placed him somewhere else? Would he have been Hufflepuff? Draco snorted. As if. He was born from the Malfoy and the Black family, he was born to rule house Slytherin why would he be somewhere else? Of course, he was in Slytherin. He was their king!

But even as he thought that his face scowled, as he huffed in annoyance. Or at least he had been the king of Slytherin for years. Now he wasn't any longer the undisputed king of the hill. Since summer his rule wasn't uncontested anymore. He no longer sat in the armchair next to the hearth. He wasn't shown the utmost respect by everybody anymore. While the younger years followed his lead still and his year was mostly formed around him, with the exception of that blasted Greengrass and her pet half-blood, the older years stopped showing him the respect he was due. The seventh-year prefect was now sitting at the hearth with his friends, holding his own court so to speak, while Draco had to turn to the middle of the room. And he knew who was at fault. Damn Potter once again was the golden boy, stealing his heritage from him. While the name Malfoy commanded respect, Draco knew they had hailed him as their leader because he had been heir assumed Black. The enormous weight of that family name, combined with the Malfoy name had given him his unique stature in the house. And now it was all gone, again taken by Potter! Every time that blasted half-blood took what was rightfully Dracos, was treated special and got everything that should have been Dracos by right. Youngest seeker of the century, his fortune, his title and the allegiance of Greengrass.

That was another sour point for Draco. That girl was his by right! They were both purebloods and on the top of the totem pole! What he could have been! Lord Black, Greengrass AND Malfoy! He would have ruled the entire land when he had come of age! The stupid bitch only had to fall in line. Did she not know what the duty of a pureblood was? Draco gritted his teeth when he thought about it. She was his, he knew it was that way. He wanted her, wanted to have her on his arm looking up at him adoringly. And Draco wasn't used to not getting what he wanted when he wanted it, even though since coming to Hogwarts he had more often experienced this frustration and he hated it. Only a few days ago, he had felt it once again. Of course, he had stepped up to Greengrass, demanding that she would go to the New Year Ball with him. That bitch had the audacity to laugh in his face as he stated that. Said Merlin would walk the earth again before she would even consider going with someone below her station. Below her station! How dare she! She would see. They would all see one day. Now he had to go with Pansy! She wasn't ugly or improper but she was so damn boring! Every word out of her mouth made Draco cringe and wish she would just shut up. And she demanded soooo much attention the entire time. She always wanted to be around and him to do things with her, even when he said to her he was having men time with Nott and Zabini. Still, she would argue they should do something instead. Yeah, some of the things they did together were nice, like sneaking into one of the broom closets. That were nice times, true, even though she wouldn't put out. Was worried she wouldn't marry properly if she did, even though she always said to him she hoped their contract would be reestablished. Draco didn't understand what the big deal was if she thought they would marry anyways. Not that he intended to. He knew his father had different plans and he couldn't agree more than that. Pansy was beneath him and while a woman should always follow her husbands lead, there was a certain fire he expected from his future wife and Pansy had none of it.

Draco looked up when a door opened in front of him. Out stepped his father, the long blond hair bound back into a ponytail. He wore a strange set of clothes, Draco noticed. Instead of his fine robes, expensive and so used to, Lucius Malfoy wore simple dark grey robes with an outer coat. He also didn' carry his cane, like he always did. It looked like his father wanted to go out, but didn't want others to recognise him.

"Father?" Draco spoke and to his utmost surprise, his face actually flinched, totally surprised by the presence of his own son. His head whipped around and he blinked rapidly.

"Draco! Don't sneak around like that!" His father scolded his hand over his heart.

The boy didn't answer to the admonishment but instead eyed his father up and down. "What are you wearing father?"

Lucius own eyes followed those of his son before shaking his head. "That is none of your business Draco. I will be going out. Don't expect me to return soon." The tall man turned and walked down the corridor. Draco sped up to walk beside his parent.

"Where are you going father?" He asked, looking over and up at him. The tall man scowled, shaking his head.

"That is also none f your business. Go find your mo..." Lucius cut himself off, scowling more, as Draco blinked.

He was sure his parent had wanted to say mother at that, an old phrase that often came over Lucius Malfoys lips in the past when he was handling business and wanted Draco out of the way. But since the summer this was the first time, that the tall blond acknowledged that Draco even had a mother. She was never spoken of in this house anymore. Draco still wasn't sure how he felt about his mum. On the one hand, she was his mother and he had loved her. She had treated him like her little prince, often calling him a little prince in the past when he was younger. She was a special and warm person to him, so different from him than everybody else described her.

But she had left him. Left him! To go to Potter! Once again something that jerk stole from Draco. He had seen her hug him at the train station, even though he did the best to look like he didn't care, it had hurt, hurt so much. That traitor! Yes, he had renounced her but she was his mother, she had to love him. It was her duty after all.

"Anyways, I will be out. Stay here." Lucius ordered and walked on to the floo room. Draco was surprised. Yes, his father had left a few times during this holidays but he looked so weird in his getup and also tried to hide something. Draco snuck behind his father, leaning against the wall near the door.

"Stonewall-Street" Sounded from the room. Now, Draco could go on, doing as he had been told, staying at home and fly like he had planned to do. He could have stayed out of trouble and be a good son. But his interest was woken and if there was something Draco was brought up to, then it was the idea that he would get what he wanted.

Quickly, right after the sound of the floo died down, Draco slipped into the room.

"Tipsy!" He called for their elf. With a pop, the paltry creature appeared already in a deep bow.

"Young Master called Tipsy?" The elf asked with a slightly shaking voice. Draco would often yell at the creature or throw something at it.

"Get me my coat, I'm leaving." He commanded. Tipsy raised his watery big eyes.

"Young Master goes out? It is getting dark outside already and-"

Draco glared at the creature. "I didn't ask for your opinion! Get my coat and after that, you will punish yourself you stupid fool."

The elf cowered and bowed deeply. "Yes, young Master." In a few seconds, the elf reappeared with the coat, handing it to Draco. The boy turned not caring what that stupid elf did or how he punished himself, that wasn't important.

"Stonewall-Street!" He called to the floo and the familiar spinning started. It took longer than it usually did, which surprised Draco. He knew that distance was factoring into the time spent in a floo, but why would his father go to a place so far away. Almost all the nobles and business ties of the Malfoy family were rather close by. And why use a public floo address. While he thought about it, the spinning slowed down and Draco tumbled slightly out of the hearth. It was windy and cold out here. Snow fell and a thick white blanket was lying over the whole scenery.

He was in some Forrest, only a street ahead of him. He looked around. The sun was getting lower on the horizon. Where was his father? There were only trees and this road. Maybe this hadn't been the best of ideas. It was cold after all. But just when he turned to the hearth to return home, he saw footprints in the snow. It seemed to be his fathers, but they didn't lead down the road but instead into the Forrest. Why was he travelling out into nowhere and then walk into a random forest without any explanation? Draco looked at the hearth for a moment, back at the tracks and then back at the hearth. He could be home in a minute warm and dry.

But still, he turned and followed his father's footsteps into the thick forest. Big dark evergreens grew close to each other as Draco followed the footprints and the brushed off the snow on branches. Deeper and deeper he walked, thinking what was it that his father was trying to find. Where was he going? For a few minutes, he walked, grumbling to himself, asking himself, why he was doing this. Draco pushed aside another branch only to stop. He looked around, but he couldn't see the track anymore. The snow had filled the footprints enough that he couldn't figure out where it leads anymore. Merlin damn all this for nothing! Now he had to turn around and walk back without getting any closer to finding out what his old man was up to. Maybe he should ask him when he returned and-

"Don't move!" A voice spoke behind him and at that moment he felt the cold tip of a wand pressed into his neck. Draco froze up completely.

"Who are you, little boy?" Asked the voice in an amused tone. It was female and he could hear the smirk in the syllables.

"I...I'm Draco Malfoy! And wait till my father hears about this you will-" But Draco was cut off.

"Ahhh you are Ludy's little boy. I remember you. Held you in my arms I think once after my dear Cissy pushed you out. But you were squirmy back then so I think I dropped you. After that, Cissy wouldn't hand you to me anymore. Not that I wanted to hold you. But you looked cute when you cried sometimes. I don't really remember all that clear anymore. Tell me, little boy, what are you doing here?" The tone was mocking, but if this person knew his parents at least it wasn't a thief or something like it.

Drac licked his lips. "I followed my father. He was acting weird and I wanted to know where he was heading."

A little chuckling came from the person behind him and he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, pushing him forward. "Is that so? Followed little Lucy out here? Such a naughty boy. Such a naughty naughty boy. Very well, come with dear old Bella and we will see if we can find your daddy." She pushed again, the wand still on his neck.

Draco started staggered forward, trying to get a footing, trying to walk with dignity. While that happened, his mind raced. What should he do and who...Oh shit, she said her name was Bella right? And her parents knew her? Oh dear Merlin, was that Bellatrix Lestrange who held a wand to the back of his neck? Was his father meeting her out here?

Draco started sweating profoundly as he was pushed through branches and suddenly the forest opened revealing an old house. It was big, some mansion, looking like it was as old as Malfoy Manor. A pathway leads to the stairs in the front and Draco was pushed onto it.

"Are you-"

"Shut Up little boy. I will tell you if I want to talk to you." Bella answered, shaking his shoulder with her free hand. She pushed him again, making him walk between the birch trees on both sides of the drive-way. They came closer quite quickly and soon they stepped up the stairs. Draco was worried beyond belief. What was going on here? This didn't look like a house were break-outs would hide. It looked well maintained like someone was living here, even though in the now darkness of the night only a few of the windows were lid up. The hand on his shoulder pushed him even further and Draco was forced to open the dark wooden door, coming into an entrance hall. Dark wood and white walls, sturdy wooden beams holding up the ceiling.

It was dark and empty, but most of all it wasn't much warmer than the outside. Still, the walls kept the wind away, which was a nice change and only now did Draco notice how the wind had cut into his face.

"Oh, Lucy!" The woman called out behind him, kicking the door closed. "Lucy! Come here come here! I got something for you!" It was almost a friendly tone but it sounded mocking. A few seconds past, then there were footsteps from the side.

"Bellatrix! I told you I will first speak to our lord and-" Lucius walked through the side door and broke off his sentence when his eyes connected to those of his son. For a moment, they were staring at each other.

"Draco! What are you doing here?" His father asked, his voice still in surprise and confusion. The woman behind Draco cackled, leaning in. Her chin rested now on Draco's shoulder, while her free hand was planing with platinum blond hair.

"Our lord felt someone cross his ward line and send me to see who it was. I found this little rascal stomping through the woods, following footprints. Your footprints, Lucy." A smile was noticeable in her voice and Draco noticed dark black curls falling over his shoulder. That was definitely Bellatrix Lestrange! His breathing got more and more rapid as he was starting to panic.

"Father I am sorry I-"

"Shut up Draco." His father cut him off. "I told you to stay at home. Let him go Bellatrix, he is just a child, he doesn't know anything."

The hand that played with Draco's hair stopped for a moment, as the woman made a musing sound. "Hrmmm, I could do that. But on the other hand, our Lord ordered me to w#find out who was trespassing his land. Sooooo I think that would not be right. I think-"

"Let him go Bellatrix. He is a child, I will take the memories from him and it will all be well." Draco blinked in surprise at the casual admittance of his father that he would take his memories, not that he was really keen on remembering anyways.

Draco shivered as the woman rubbed her cheek against his. "Oh Lucy Lucy Lucy, are you trying to make me disobey one of my lord's commands?"

Lucius shook his head. "That Dark Lords doesn't need to know. I will-"

"I don't need to know what?" A new cold voice entered the conversation. Draco turned his eyes to the side and could for a moment see a pale person in black robes, standing near the door to a parlour, before he was pushed to the floor, his head pressed to the floorboards by a surprisingly strong Bellatrix. Inside his head, Draco screamed. The Dark Lord. THE Dark Lord! Here! Right in front of him! He was alive! In the same room with himself! The Dark Lord! Draco prayed to Merlin that he would survive this night, vowing never to disobey his fathers commands ever again.

From the side, he heard Bellatrix voice. "Lucy's little boy followed his unwary father right to our doorstep my Lord. He was the one trespassing." Her voice was almost a purr as if she was satisfied by the fact that she found out about it.

Draco shivered, even more, when he heard that cold voice again. "Is that the case Lucius? Did you lead your son to our doorstep?" The voice was thin yet powerful, like a knife cutting through velvet.

His father's voice spoke out hastily. "My Lord, I beg your forgiveness. Draco is a stupid child, I didn't expect him to disobey my command to stay at home. I will take his memory, he will no-"

"Crucio!" The cold voice of the Dark Lord barked out and Draco felt dread when he heard his father's agonising scream. The sound of someone dropping to the floor and thrashing around accompanied the painfilled howls. It only lasted for a few seconds but Draco felt like it was a lifetime. "Don't plan yourself, Lucius. You will do as I say and nothing else! Never act like you had any say here once more!"

"Bella, bring the boy to me." Was the next that filled the room besides laboured breathing. Bellatrix grabbed into Dracos hair and painfully dragged him over the floor until he was pushed down onto the ground. Right in front of him were two barefoot feet and the platinum blond didn't dare to look up.

"What will we do with you? What will we do? What would be any reason not to simply kill you right here?" The Dark Lord asked, more himself than Draco, but in his panic, he quickly answered.

"L-Let m-me s-s-serve you m-my Lord." He blurted out, hoping, begging inside that it would be enough to buy his life. Oh why had he followed his father? Why was he so stupid?

"Serve me? We will see. We will see." Then the dark lord laughed and it was the worst sound Draco had ever heard.

So finally this is the new chapter. It took me ages to really write it, it is always so difficult to get the first 1000 words out but once I have something it just flows. It took me two weeks to write the first half but only two hours to write the Draco stuff.

I wanted to have a little more of Harry's holidays. maybe I will do a second chapter there too we will see. It is surprisingly difficult to write the sessions, I want it to be professional but I don't have any background in therapy so I have to guess really. Sorry if it is a little off-kilter, I'm not that happy about it.

Draco was more fun to write. I hope it is the real pampered boy who bites off way more than he can chew and isn't that grand as he thinks he is. Draco is spoiled and thinks everything is Harry's fault. I am sure he will find a way to give Harry the fault for this episode too.

Next: Christmas holidays in different places