DISCLAIMER- I NOMI DE MOOGLE to solemnly swear that I do not own these characters (with the exception of Nioka)

Last Chapter people (well there will be one more… but that's an epilogue… then I'll write the sequel- I've actually already started.)

"Get off of me!" Came Draco's voice. "Leave me alone!"

"Draco, Child- be quiet!"

"I don't have to listen to you!"

"I'm your mother!"

"Don't have one!" Nioka moved closer to the door. She looked through the keyhole to see Draco and a woman with long blonde hair. Draco was crying and she could see why. His hands were clutching his ankle- his foot was bloody and seems to be ready to drop off.

"You do. Mummy's back, I'll take care of you."

"Bloody good job so far!" he snapped.

"It will be fixable, Draco." Though she looked doubtful.

"Not this." he said in a steady voice. "You left me- a baby- in a house filled with nothing but dark objects."

"You're alive."

"But I won't be by my twelve birthday! I'm cursed! The damned thing cursed me!"

The girl behind the door was shocked by this revelation. He's dying… she realised. All this time, he's kept it from us. Nioka felt sick again. We've been celebrating winning quiddich and he's dying. Her hand reached for the door handle.

"Nioka." came a shaky voice from behind her. "I think we should get the headmaster."

"You followed me?"

"Yes- and I'm glad I did. You can't just barge in and save him- this isn't a corny kids' film. Good doesn't always come out on top."

"You can go get teachers if you want- I'm getting Draco back."

"I know you…love him. I know he's your friend- but do you want to be killed in some foolhardy attempt to save him?" Hermione said desperately.

"Go if you want- you aren't stopping me from going in." At that Nioka opened the door and burst into the large room.

"Get the hell away from Draco!" She threatened, pointing her wand at Narcissa Malfoy.

"Nioka?"

"Who's this pretty little thing then, Draco?"

"Nioka, get out of here!"

"I said- get away from him!"

"He's my son… Why should I?"

"You don't get to call him that! You might be the same blood, but you are by no means related."

"Nioka…" Draco winced in pain and attempted to keep himself upright. He had lost a lot of blood.

"Stupefy!" Came a voice from behind Nioka. Hermione's wand was pointed at Narcissa, who just laughed.

"You think you, a first year, can take on me, the wife of an accomplished deatheater?" She gave another laugh. "Imperio."

Hermione jerkily ran head on into a wall several times until she lost consciousness. Draco screamed at his 'mother' to stop while Nioka rushed to Draco, she got about a foot away before he was lifted easily into the air by one hand. He struggled helplessly against his mother's grip but he was so weakened that it made no difference. Narcissa's wand now pointed at Nioka and vice versa, "Crucio!" Nioka screamed as she fell to the floor in pain, but she managed somehow to hold on to her wand, this was unlike any pain she had ever felt. She felt the curse lifted as the sound of three voices rang out "Expelliarmus!"

At the door stood three boys. The two taller ones each had flaming red hair, freckles and it was very difficult to tell the difference between them. The smallest of the three had jet-black hair and sported round glasses.

"Nioka!" The three boys charged through the room as Narcissa reached for her wand, which was now lying on the ground. "Why did you Petrificus totalus Seamus?"

"He would have stopped me." By this point Fred had grabbed Narcissa's wand and deftly broke it into two, it hissed as it let out a puff of purple smoke. At seeing this Narcissa decided the best course of action was to run from the place, Draco in her arms.

She made for the door, her cloak swishing behind her before she ran into Dumbledore. His wand was raised and as she looked around she saw the Transfiguration teacher, McGonagall, defence against the dark arts teacher, Quirrel and Aurors James and Lily Potter along with her cousin, Sirius Black.

"I don't think it would be terribly wise to do anything, Narcissa." Dumbledore commented without a trace of the twinkle he usually carried in his eyes. "You need to put Draco down."

"He's my son! Not…his." She shot a glare at Sirius.

"So you care for Draco?"

"Of course I do!" She screeched.

"Then tell me why are you refraining him from the medical attention he so desperately needs?" Narcissa looked at the boy. He had lost consciousness a few minutes ago. His breathing was shallow and irregular. Sirius eyed her, and looked to Draco, his eyes flicking from his foot to Narcissa's face. How can this woman claim to love him?

"There's nothing wrong I can't fix." She declared. The same hint of doubt held in her voice.

"Apart from the curse he has on him because of you." Sirius growled.

"Curse?" Harry, Fred and George said together.

"So he meant it when he said he would be killed by the end of next year?" Nioka whispered quietly. Narcissa still held the child in her arms- as long as she held him…they wouldn't attack. How very wrong she was. As James and Lily shouted "stupefy!" with much more effect than Hermione had, Sirius had taken Draco from her arms quickly. She was sent to Azkaban Prison that Saturday evening, for a life sentence.

Draco was taken directly to St. Mungos.

"With every moment that passes, it gets more and more unlikely that he will ever wake up." The mediwitch had told them.

Draco lay on the white bed with an unfixable foot and a curse, no-one knew the counter-curse and they had almost no hope of finding one, it didn't appear to exist.

Only the epilogue to go, and then I will begin to post the sequel "Harry Potter and the boy out of Depth." Keep your eyes peeled! Come on people! Reviews!