Disclaimer- all of the characters and places so far belong to J.K Rowling.

Molly Weasley looked at the headline: "You-Know-Who Gone At Last! Longbottoms found dead in their home-youngster Neville left alive with small scar." She fed her hungry infantile girl, then looked to the clock as it changed. Her eldest was up... which meant-

"ARGHH! BILL!"

"I Didn't mean it Charlie...honest." The sound of small feet filled the house and each of the boys grabbed a handful of grapes as they entered the kitchen.

"No, Ron. Just one!" Bill said picking a grape up for his brother, who he was carrying.

"Everyone. Boys!" Molly shouted.

"What's up, mum? What is it?" Charlie quizzed.

"You-know-who, has gone." An enormous roar of cheering filled the house, Fred and George grabbed each other's shoulders screaming 'He's gone! He's Gone!" Molly shushed them.

"Unfortunately... Frank and Alice were both killed." A silence overtook the boys who you normally couldn't keep quiet for more than ten seconds. No one talked, they all looked to the ground. Fred began to cry, his twin comforting him. "Now. I have said, that Neville can stay with us. He's ron's age and I expect everybody to be nice to him."

"Why..." Bill's voice cracked, "why has you-know-who gone... I mean, How? He wouldn't just... disappear. Would he?"

"He tried to kill Neville. But he couldn't." she wiped a tear from his face. "Neville was left alive, he wasn't."

A day later Draco Malfoy was foundalone in the Malfoy residence, barely alive. There had obviously been a hurried escape all his mother's clothes were gone, and he was left alone on the day of his first birthday. His presents were all left unopened. Efforts were made to have him placed with a wizarding family, but no-one had wantedd to take him in, he being the son of the man who tortured Lily Potter. Eventually they gave up and he was placed under the care of Albus Dumble dore. Who one Friday afternoon in August paid a short visit to Sirius Black.

"Sirius." Dumbledore's voice came from the fire. His head floated in the flames.

"Yes, sir?"

"I have told you time and again, Sirius. I am no longer your proffessor soyou must call me Albus. not 'sir."

"Sorry. Keep forgetting. So what was it you wanted?"

"I was hoping you might take in young Draco. I daresay they didn't attempt to place him with you or the Potters."

"No. They didn't. I don't know. I should like to see how the Potters would feel about it. Can I get back to you? I think they deserve it."

"By all means..."

Sirius scrawled a note on a piece of parchment-'Dumbledore asked ifI could take in Malfoy boy. What do you think? Sirius.' He sent off the note via owl and turned to Dumbledore's head.

"I'll send you my answer, s-Albus." He grinned as Dumbledore's head gave a quick bow before disappearing from the fireplace.