Chapter 30

A Family Reunion

It was settled then. Draco had bought tickets for my family in Canada and in England to bring them to Hogwarts for the wedding.

It was now a mere week until the wedding, our exam results had since come back, and thankfully I had obtained Os in all my classes, Draco having done the same things. McGonagall gave us full and complete permission to use the castle for the wedding.

My stomach was flipping when Draco lead me down to Hogsmeade for our last visit before the wedding.

"Relax." Draco assured me. "We're going to meet your family, it's not like they're serial killers."

"Don't jinx it!" I whispered in a panicked tone. "Knowing me, it could be exactly why Dumbledore put me with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia!"

"Han, babe." Draco kissed my forehead. "We'll be fine. Your family is so eager to meet you at last…"

I swallowed, nodding as we went down to the station to greet my family.

"I'll let you get acquainted and I'll meet you in the common room." Draco assured me, kissing my forehead and leaving as the train arrived and stopped at the station.

The first one off the Hogwarts Express was a little girl with red hair up in pigtails and her face painted with freckles.

She looked up at me and gasped. "MOMMY!" she shouted. "MOM, SHE'S EVEN PRETTIER IN PERSON!"

"I'm Robyn, I'm your cousin, oh, who's Draco? Is he a giant? Can he carry you? Is your wedding dress pretty? It has to be, if you're wearing it! MOM COME LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL LADY!"

I couldn't help but grin. I could almost hear Draco burst out laughing and say in that drawl of his "I fucking love this kid."

"Robyn Evans, don't speak to your cousin as if she's a sideshow attraction." a woman scolded gently, coming off the train before looking at me. "Hannah…" she breathed, reaching to touch my cheek. "You look so much like your mother."

Her blue eyes were wide with recognition and her ash blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail.

"Yes, Auntie Aster." Robyn muttered, stepping back to hug me.

Then it flooded back. Aster…my aunt. My mother's older sister.

"It's been too long." Aster told me. "The last I saw you, I could fit you in one hand."

I grinned. I was that small.

Another woman came out of the train. Her warm brown eyes met mine and her dark brown curls bounced as she ran to throw her arms around me.

"Hannah! It's been too, too long!" she gushed, pulling away to look at me. "You are much too thin, it's a miracle that they can make a wedding dress to fit you!" she shook her head and tut-tutted. "Don't they feed you in this school?"

"Magnolia, Lily was thin, as well. She gets it from her mother." Aster told the woman.

"Lily needed to gain weight, as well." Magnolia told Aster. "But she, like Hannah is beautiful. Vivian, come and meet your cousin!"

A little five year old girl came running, her dark brown curls bouncing like her mother's as she threw her arms around me.

"HI!" she giggled up at me, bright blue eyes shining. "I'm Sunbeam!"

"Sunny!" a man with thick light brown hair and Vivian's blue eyes hopped off the train with the bags, setting them with one of the house elves. "Don't get our Sunbeam all riled up! That's the last thing we need before lunch."

"Sorry, Reed." Magnolia said with a grin.

"Ok, Sunbeam, up you get." Reed said, hoisting Vivian up.

"Daddy!" Vivian beamed and threw her arms around her father.

"Sorry, Hannah," Reed apologized. "we were never properly introduced. I'm Reed Swanson and I think you know my wife, Magnolia and my daughter."

"I'm your mother's sister." Magnolia told me as I shook hands with both of them. "So that makes us your aunt and uncle."

"AND COUSIN!" Vivian giggled, beaming at everyone. "HI, AUNTIE ASTER!"

"Hello, Vivi." Aunt Aster greeted as more people hopped off the train.

A redheaded man with green eyes hopped off the train with a little girl on his hip that couldn't have looked older than seven, her blue eyes glinting as her father set her down with the bags.

"HANNAH!" the man said, wrapping arms around my waist and hoisting me up with a laugh. "It's been forever! What a wonderful and beautiful young lady you've become."

"Daddy, she doesn't remember who you are!" the little girl chirped.

"She's got a point, Jacob." the woman hopping off the train nodded and stood next to the man.

She could have passed for a pinup poster from the 1940s. Although her curly brunette bob cut made it look like she cut her hair in the roaring 20s. Her eyes were looking me up and down, hands on her thin hips as she flashed a dazzling smile my way.

"You're right as always, Adalynn." the man named Jacob said. "Hannah, I'm your uncle Jacob, this is my wife, Adalynn and our daughter, Ellariene."

"Pleasure." I said, shaking hands with the women as another woman hopped down from the car.

Now she was closer to being my age, I looked up at her and found her dark brown hair falling down her back as I locked eyes with her blue ones.

"I'm sorry, my parents are on the way." she grinned at me. "I'm Helen, you're cousin. You look a lot like my aunt, except the eyes…you have Necromancer eyes."

I grinned. "Hannah." I shook hands with Helen.

"Hang on, I'll get my sister." Helen said. "GARNETTE!"

Black hair flew as someone hopped down next to Helen, shy brown eyes looking into mine.

"Hello." she murmured.

"That's Garnette." Helen told me.

"Hi." I grinned and shook her hand.

"MOM! HURRY UP!" Helen shouted.

A man with dark brown hair and brown eyes hopped down and helped a woman with jet black hair and blue eyes off the train, being sure to mind her visibly pregnant belly.

"Hannah…" the woman mouthed, cupping my face. "Just as beautiful as your mother."

I blushed and looked into her eyes, realization washing over me. I met all of these people when I was first born!

"Aunt Pearl…" I whispered. "Uncle Wakefield."

Wakefield ruffled my hair. "By Stevens, I think she's got it!"

The door of the train opened again and in ran in a three year old toddler that was almost a spitting image of my mother, bar the fact her red hair was in curls. Even in her plaid dress she was adorable.

"Zelma!" the voice of a fourteen year old girl called, hopping off the train and flicking some raven and red highlighted hair from her face, rolling her blue eyes. "We get it, you're excited to see your cousin Hannah, but calm down! It's just a cousin!"

"To you, maybe, Dessie -" a woman scorned.

"Mother!" the girl groaned. "I don't want her calling me Dessie!" she sighed before turning to me. "My name is Desdemona."

"Fine, to you, maybe, Desdemona, but this is my long lost niece!" the woman looked down to me and crushed me against her chest.

The realization set in the minute I was against the woman's chest, meeting her glinting blue eyes as her black curls brushed against the nape of my neck.

"Aunt Laurinda…" I whispered.

My aunt grinned and kissed my forehead. "I'm positive you were never acquainted with my daughter, Desdemona."

"Whatever happened to Uncle Mike?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and vividly remembering an uncle.

"We divorced. Dessie and I are Potters again." Aunt Laurinda told me with a smile as Desdemona went chasing after the toddler called Zelma.

The talking and re-acquainting stopped when a flash of milk chocolate brown hair appeared.

Under the hair was electric blue eyes on a small body. She lugged her bag from the train and held on to it, not saying a word but meeting my eyes.

"Who's that?" I asked Aunt Magnolia.

"That's Athena, your cousin." Aunt Magnolia whispered to me.

"Why won't she say anything?" I asked.

"Poor soul hasn't spoken a word since she was seven years old." Aunt Adalynn whispered. "Been living with us since her father disappeared and her mother was murdered."

I locked eyes with Athena and was shocked when I heard an alien voice whispering in my head.

They all think I'm crazy. They love me and they laugh at my jokes…but they think I'm crazy.

My eyes widened and I shot back. It was Athena. She was either putting thoughts in my head, or I was reading her mind. And I knew I had controlled when I read someone's mind. Athena was putting thoughts in my head!

They're right. Athena grinned. I might be a little crazy. But I'm like you. I can read minds. I'm a Necromancer, too.

I smiled at her and reached to shake her hand.

When our hands met, a surge of air blew through us.

You still have not mastered your Necromancy. This only happens when two Sisters of Necromancy meet and shake hands. I'll help you finish learning your control.

There was a dark swirl around our hands.

You have both Spectrums…the Light and the Darkness. You're a Necromancy High Priestess.

I grinned. Sure. I thought.

It's true. You have both the Light and the Dark Elements at your disposal. Both can be used when needed, but the Dark is never recognized. Even Seduction can work wonders.

I started laughing. I know the feeling. Draco wouldn't let me go to the bathroom without someone with me. I wound up having to have sex with him just to get him to give me some freedom.

See? Seduction at work. Athena grinned at me.

I grinned back before feeling arms wrap around me, pressing the side of my face into a well muscled chest, not unlike Draco's.

"Hannah…you look so much like Lily." I felt a male's voice murmur in my ear.

I looked up and met bright blue eyes and a beautiful face with messy dirty blond hair, paying no mind to the (now mind you if he wasn't family, I'd think this.) amazingly hot body that was embracing me.

Everything flooded over me and I realized…my cousin. My cousin Luke Potter. My cousin on my dad's side. He had taught me how to fly my toy broomstick before Mum and Dad died.

I threw my arms around Luke's waist, burying my face in his stomach as he stood full height. He had to have been at least five foot eleven and three quarters compared to my five foot three, the top of my head barely reached his breastbone.

"Luke…" I muttered.

"Hey, Hellion." Luke said softly before ruffling my hair. "Hmm…didn't grow too much, did you?"

"Shut up." I muttered with a grin as another family hopped off the train.

They looked almost like an upper middle class version of the Malfoys. The woman stood tall and straight and proud, almost like a female version of Lucius (although hopefully not a pedophile.), long brown hair pulled into a ponytail…her eyes were even grey as grey could get…not a Malfoy grey…but still grey.

The man, however, looked like the male version of my mother. Shaggy red hair and piercing green eyes. They even had twins of their own…my age.

One of which stood tall and graceful and proud like her mother, piercing green eyes met mine and she grinned, elbowing the girl who was her mirror image out of the way.

"Cousin!" the girl greeted loudly with an almost blinding smile, throwing her arms around me.

The girl who was her mirror image walked over and gave a shy smile. "Hello, Hannah." she muttered to me.

"Pay no mind to Fawn." the girl with the beautiful grin told me.

"Calanthia Evans!" the man who looked like my mother said. "Fawn is your sister and you will treat her as an equal."

"But Daddy!" Calanthia whined. "I'm twenty minutes older and I should be able to push my twin around."

"Harry's a whole day older than me, and he doesn't hold it over me." I muttered.

"Exactly, be nice to your sister."

"Andrew." the woman said with a grin just like Calanthia's. "She's entitled to belittle her sister a little, a little rivalry will do them some good."

The woman reminded me strongly of Uncle Vernon when he wasn't beating me. Pompous and proud of herself.

"Alice Mae, she abuses her." Uncle Andrew (obviously he was my Uncle, because Calanthia had called me "Cousin!") told my aunt, rubbing her shoulders and hugging Calanthia. "I want you all to behave while we're here. The last thing we need is issues." Uncle Andrew then turned to me and grinned. "Hannah, my dear niece!" he lifted me up and hugged me, green eyes glinting.

I hugged my Uncle Andrew and looked to my Aunt Alice Mae. "It's been a while." I muttered.

"Yes, yes it has." Alice Mae smiled at me and stepped back as another family came off the train.

A five year old girl came off the train first, long black hair up in pigtails, blue eyes large as she ran off the train.

A tall woman stepped off the train and picked up the little girl, bright red hair in a braid down her back, blue eyes being hidden by sunglasses as she slipped them on, looking almost like a celebrity in her sundress.

The man who I could only guess as the woman's husband stepped off with the bags, taking the little girl from the woman and setting the bags with a house elf, running a hand through his dark brown hair before the woman looked to me.

"Hannah!" she almost squealed, coming over and throwing her arms around me. "Last we saw, you were smaller than the Dickens!"

When I felt her touch, just like with the rest of my family, I recognized her at once. My Aunt Emmalee. And that had to have meant that the man that was with her was my Uncle Will.

"Uncle Will!" I smiled, throwing my arms around him.

"Hannah!" Uncle Will hugged me tightly. "How on earth do you remember us?"

I shrugged. "I get the feeling from the touch. When I was hugged by everyone, I sort of had this aura flowing through that indicated who they were and how I had known them before my parents…you know."

"Hard to believe that one of us is the most powerful of us all, right, Dog?" Uncle Will asked to the cat in the little girl's arms.

The little girl giggled. "King, Countess is a cat!" she laughed.

"Sorry, Isabane." Uncle Will kissed his daughter's temple.

"We need to catch up, but there's eons of time for that!" Emmalee gushed, pinching my cheek as a flock of children and teenagers came bounding off the train with a ball, throwing it back and forth and laughing.

One of the children had bright red curls, flowing down to her waist, green eyes glinting in the sun and dimples showing as she laughed and played with her cousins.

"Pass it over here, Vanessa!" Isabane grinned and hopped down, setting Countess and a dog with her father and running to play with them.

Vanessa grinned and tossed it to Isabane as the children ran off towards Hogsmeade to play ball, leaving the two teenagers.

One (believe it or not) was shorter than I was…at least three or four inches shorter than I was. Her hair was jet black, bar the blonde tips at the end of her hair, her light blue eyes grinning up at the other teenager.

He was definitely taller than the girl and I stacked together, about five ten. His eyes were a stormy blue and his hair was just like my father's. And he looked to be perfectly of age.

"Face it, Azalia, Shorty." the boy grinned. "I'm just better at Quidditch than you are."

The boy instantly reminded me of Draco's immature, egotistical nature (but hey, I loved Draco. And what were you gonna do? You can't pick your family.)

"Don't you dare call me Shorty, Dmitri Bryan Potter!" the girl growled. "And anything you can do, I can do better!"

I grinned. Azalia reminded me exactly like me.

"Azalia, don't make a scene, we're meeting our cousin!" Dmitri grinned and locked eyes with me. "Hannah Potter…we meet at last."

I smiled and hugged both Dmitri and Azalia. "Don't tell me…cousins?" I asked.

Dmitri nodded as I hugged him. "Father's side, obviously."

We started to laugh and talk about the things that Dmitri (who was indeed seventeen years old) and Azalia (who was fifteen.) had gotten themselves into during the war and how they had never known that Harry was alive until the Daily Prophet had written about us before Harry and I went into exile.

Our laughing was silenced along with everyone else's when I heard wheels across the platform.

I turned around and saw a pale, almost vampire-like girl with mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was confined to a wheelchair.

Suddenly, it all flashed through my mind. Everything that happened the night of the battle when I saw that girl before.

Flashback

I was running through the battle (before Scarlett tried to kill me but after I got my hands on the diadem of Ravenclaw and destroyed it.) and saw that same girl I saw on the platform now standing, hexing every Death Eater within reach.

She didn't know that I was related to her, but I knew that she had to have been at least fourteen years old, maybe even thirteen!

"HEY!" I shouted to her. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE OR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!"

The girl looked to me and started to speak when I saw a Death Eater standing behind her, wand pointed to where her heart was.

"LOOK OUT!" I started to run and tackle her.

But I was too late. There was a purple flame that went through her stomach and she gave a small "Oh!" of surprise before she collapsed, writhing and groaning.

The flame flickered again and again, singeing her clothes and making her writhing slow until she gave one final twitch and fell still.

"NO!" I screamed, drawing my wand as the Death Eater escaped.

I couldn't leave her there dead, I didn't know if her brothers or sisters or parents were frantic looking for her…but I didn't want to be the one caught moving the body…the corpse. Man, I should have practiced this in the forest!

I bent down to pick her up, feeling a faint pulse. She was alive!

I groaned under the dead weight on my shoulder and started to run, taking her to Pomfrey.

"What are you bringing me, Ms Potter?" she demanded of me when I burst through the doors of the Great Hall.

"I-I don't know!" I said, looking to her. "She had to have escaped from the underage and fought, but a Death Eater used some flame curse on her and now she might be dying! Please, Madam Pomfrey, don't let her die!"

"Do you know this girl?" Pomfrey asked me.

I shook my head. "I've never seen her before in my life, I just have a feeling about her. Please, I know she's not a Death Eater, I can feel it. Please, please just keep her from dying!" I pleaded.

"I don't know if she'll survive, Ms Potter." Pomfrey told me. "She's so young, with a curse so Dark…"

"Please…" I pleaded, getting to my knees in front of the motherly matron, eyes swimming with tears. "Please just try. I don't want to live knowing that a thirteen year old girl died for my cause."

"Then you'll get your wish!" a voice cackled behind me.

I whipped around. There stood the Death Eater that I had seem maim that poor girl.

"YOU!" I shouted, running from the soul place of castle sanctuary and back into the screams, lights and bodies of the battle.

"Think that little brat stands a chance, Potter?" the Death Eater snarled.

I growled back and started to duel whoever they were.

And now that same girl I had carried from where she fell to the Great Hall was sitting there, wheeling towards me.

"I know you." she murmured to me, looking up from her chair. "You tried to warn me."

I knelt down so I was looking up at her. "Yeah…" I whispered, tears springing to my eyes for the first time since encountering my long lost family. "I'm so sorry that I didn't get to you sooner." I half sobbed.

The girl wiped the tear that rolled down my cheek. "It's ok. I would have died on the floor if you hadn't carried me to Pomfrey, cousin. Don't blame yourself. You saved me."

Another tear rolled down my cheek. "I saved my own cousin but I don't even…" then I read her mind. "Emily Amy-Ann Felicity Potter." I almost recited.

"Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter." Emily almost smiled, reaching to touch my face and wiped the tears on my cheeks, making my cheeks wetter. "Relax." she told me when I almost shied away. "I'm washing the tears from your face. It's my gift. You have Necromancy…I have an affinity for water."

I grinned at her and almost passed out when her arms wrapped around me, holding my ear to her chest to hear her erratically beating heart.

It was awkward, kneeling where I was, my arm laced through the armrest of the wheelchair, my hand in Emily's lap as I listened to her heart.

"It may be erratic…but it's beating." she murmured to me, brushing hair from my temple, almost like a mother soothing her babe. "I have you to thank for that."

I looked up to her and smiled as she let me go.

I cleared my throat and stood, smiling at my cousin until I heard a loving humming.

I whipped around and found a young woman holding a small wailing babe in her arms, jet black hair frazzled and brown eyes heavy with sleep.

The babe herself had mere tufts of jet black hair and piercing grey eyes that were full of tears.

I swallowed, reaching to claim the baby. "Here, let me." I murmured, taking the baby.

The baby stopped wailing and looked at me as I rocked her.

"Deep in the meadow, under a willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head, and close your eyes. And when again they open the sun will rise. Here it's safe. And here it's warm. And here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here all your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you."

The baby was asleep by the time I finished and I handed the baby back to the woman, who was awestruck.

"That was wonderful." she whispered, taking the baby and laying her in a stroller. "She doesn't like trains much. You have quite the way with babies." the woman beamed, eyes twinkling. "I am Katriona, your father's sister. And I believe you've met my daughter, Valleretta."

I grinned as a woman around my age breezed past me, her green eyes locked on the book she held as her blonde hair flowed back from her movement. She went back to Wakefield's family without so much of a hello.

"Don't mind her." Aunt Katriona told me, holding my hands in hers as she moved the stroller gently. "That's Cecily…your cousin. She doesn't speak much and she always has her nose in a book."

I nodded, instantly thinking of Hermione and I spending endless hours together in the library, books sprawled over the tables, reading without so much as a word to each other. The very thought almost made me laugh out loud. But I didn't want my family to think I was crazy…yet.

I heard another set of wheels coming onto the platform and I whipped around to see a little girl in a wheelchair, watching my young cousins playing with sad brown eyes, her curly dried blood coloured hair.

Standing with her was a woman with long brown hair and eyes just like the girl's.

"Go ask them if you could play, Rebeccanne." the woman murmured to her daughter.

The little girl shook her head and held the hand of the man next to her, who had the same red hair as the majority of my family and the green eyes of my mother.

"Viola…let her be." the man murmured.

"Zachary, this is a golden opportunity for her to have some fun." the woman called Viola whispered.

The man called Zachary nodded. "She just got here. At least let her meet her cousin anyway." he stated before turning to lock eyes with me. He grinned at me. "She looks so much like Lily." he sighed almost wistfully.

I blushed and Zachary patted my cheek. "Last most of us saw you, we could fit you in one hand." he laughed. "Not too much for weight back then, either." he grinned and patted my cheek as the woman I could only assume was his wife stepped up and cupped my face.

The little girl stayed where she was, too afraid to look up at me.

"I'm your mother's brother, Zach." Zachary smiled at me. "And my wife, Viola. That's our daughter, Rebeccanne…poor girl."

"Had trouble with her legs from day one." Viola nodded and I looked to Honeydukes.

"I'll be right back." I muttered, stepping back and looking to the teddy bear with the bag of chocolate in the window.

I went and bought it and returned, holding the bag.

"Can she have chocolate?" I asked.

Zachary and Viola nodded. "A little at a time, though. She loves it, though."

I nodded and went over to her, taking a deep breath.

"Hey." I said, kneeling down next to her.

She looked up at me and blushed.

I grinned at her. "You know…a little bird told me that you liked chocolate." I took out the bag and gave her a piece.

Her eyes went wide as she reached to take it, mouth gaping when I handed her the teddy bear. "Th-Thank you…" she whispered, taking it and giving me a sad grin.

I smiled back at her. "No problem." I said, taking a piece for myself.

"Chocolate always tastes best when you let it melt on your tongue." Rebeccanne muttered as she popped the chocolate in her mouth.

I grinned. "I agree." I said.

Rebeccanne looked up at me with a grin, which I returned. "Mummy, Hannah gave me chocolate and a teddy!" she announced.

Aunt Viola gave me a grin. "Thanks." she muttered.

"No problem." I whispered.

Suddenly I heard warm laughing and another set of wheels coming onto the platform, the train finally leaving.

I turned around and saw an old woman wheeling an old man in a wheelchair, walking backwards as the two laughed. Obviously they were kidding around.

The old woman turned around and saw me, green wrinkled eyes filling with tears. "My granddaughter…" she whispered, her Georgian accent the first to make it click.

Then it hit me. This was my grandmother, Fanny Evans.

"Abuelita." I whispered. "Grandmere, Meme," I murmured before I realized everything and called her by the nickname I gave her when I was one. "Nonna."

"Turn me around, Fanny…so I can see." the man in the wheelchair ordered. Softly, devoted, almost like a caress, but powerful all the same.

Lola nodded and spun the man's wheelchair around to reveal a man with grey hair and blue eyes and a warm, devoted face that glazed over with tears when he saw me, clapping a hand over his mouth and whispering in Romanian:

"Nepoata mea!"

My granddaughter.

I locked eyes with him and my name for him came flooding back as if the blocked memories I had from my childhood were pouring from a dam.

"Ace." I whispered, eyes welled with tears as I looked to the matriarch and patriarch of the Evans family…my mother's parents."Nonna…Ace…Nonna and…Ace."

"Yes, Wednesday, yes." Nonna whispered, reaching out and bending down to touch my face.

"Georgia Peach…" Ace murmured, holding Nonna's other hand. "Help me up…I wish to hug my granddaughter."

Nonna let me go and helped Ace out of the wheelchair, handing him his cane to help him up.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Ace patted Nonna's hand and looked to me. "My Wednesday…all grown up."

"Oh, Ace!" I threw myself gently into my grandfather's arms, crying.

Having my grandfather rubbing my back, hushing me and holding me reminded me of the life I had before my parents died. When they first called me Wednesday after the Addams family's only daughter.

Flashback

Mum and Dad had been busy for a while, not allotting time to play with me.

So, to keep myself occupied and out of their hair, I took to learning to read the children's books I got when I was born.

I was sitting in my book nook, curled into my beanbag (midnight blue and cushiony, there was never a day that I never wound up falling asleep in it. Hell, sometimes due to how big it was, I'd wind up almost getting swallowed up by it.), leafing through a book on the First World War (World War One for Babies.)

Nonna and Ace were visiting, sitting with Harry as I was lost in my own little world of books, finishing the First World War book and setting it in the little bookshelf and grabbing another one off the top, the one that Daddy had bought me when he saw my love for reading.

Nonna got up as Harry and Ace talked and knelt down with me. "What are you doing, sweetheart?" she asked, her familiar Georgian twang bringing me out of my book.

"Weading." I stated matter-of-factly. "Daddy bought me a book."

"Does it have lots of pictures?" Nonna asked, picking me up and setting me in her lap, sitting in my big cushy beanbag.

I shook my head. "No, Nana." I beamed up at her and held my head in the crook of her neck.

"Did your father try one of his jokes on you?" Nonna asked, rubbing my shoulder slowly as I nuzzled into her.

I shook my head. "Most of my books are like that. There are some pictures, but I like the words." I told her. "I can hear them…sometimes I fall asleep with the book in hand and I dream up of whole new stories than the ones in my books."

"Don't you have any friends?" Nonna asked.

"I don't have many…but I have Harry and Dway and Awejandwo…so I'm pewfectwy gwatified."

"Gratified? Where did you learn that word?" Grandma asked.

"Don't tew Mummy…but I was weading one of hew books when she was making wunch."

"How did you learn what the word meant, sweetheart?" Nonna asked.

"It towd me." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It tawked to me. It towd me what it meant."

"Do a lot of words tell you things?" Nonna asked.

I nodded. "They tawk to me." I whispered. "They tew me what they mean if I don't understand them."

Then the voices started again, filling my head with facts that I already knew.

The Statue of Liberty was given to the United States by the French.

Pythagorean Theorem states that the square of the hypotenuse of a right angle triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides.

A flock of migrating whales is called a gam.

London is the capital of England and is where the Queen lives.

Someone is after your Mummy and Daddy…they're going to get you!

Canada's top flying ace in World War One was Billy Bishop, who had one hundred and eighty two kills.

Roy Brown shot down the Red Baron.

They'll come after your brother…and Draco, too!

"No…no!" I buried my face in Nonna's shoulder. "Don't let them get me!"

"Shh, sweetheart, no one will get you." Nonna whispered as Mum came in.

Grandma rocked me and hummed, letting me drift.

"Lily, we need to talk." Nonna's voice was the last thing I heard before I slipped into my dreams.

When I woke up, I heard Mummy almost hissing to Nonna.

"Mum, I love you, but Hannah is not…repeat not crazy!"

"Lily, she's hearing voices." Nonna whispered. "She was crying 'No…no…Grandma don't let them get me!' I think she has schizophrenia."

"How so?" Mum asked.

"She's so secluded when I see her. She's always off in her own little world, nose always in a book." Nonna sounded authentically concerned.

"Mum, you aren't always here. You should see her when she has her friend over." Mum grinned. "She's so sweet and amiable, she's a social butterfly when she's with her friend Draco. You've heard of the Malfoy family, haven't you? I told you so much about the Malfoys matriarch, Narcissa, she is my best friend. Draco's her son and him and Hannah couldn't be any closer. Thick as thieves, those two. When she's alone, that's when she's off in her own little world, always stuck in her world of books and fairy tales and make-believe."

"That doesn't explain the voices." Nonna muttered.

I got up from my beanbag and stood at the threshold to the kitchen. "I'm not cwazy." I stated. "The wowds speak to me in voices wike Mummy's and Daddy's and Cissa's and Hawwy's."

That's when Mum's eyes glazed over and she grabbed a book, leafing through it.

"That's it…" Mum whispered. "Mum…Hannah's telling the truth. She's not crazy…unless you're talking crazy intelligent. Mum, Hannah's gifted! She can read minds!"

Nonna looked at me. "That explains her love for books and fairy tales…she's as intelligent as Wednesday Addams from the shows I watched when I was a little girl!"

I grinned, eyes glinting as I reached up for Mum to pick me up.

"Our little Wednesday." Nonna grinned and ruffled my hair.

I beamed. "See, Mummy? I'm not cwazy!"

Ace came in upon hearing the commotion. "Why are we calling my little Athena Wednesday?" Ace asked.

I beamed. "Dey say I smart as Wednesday Addams!" I squealed, reaching up. "Up! Up, Ace, Ups! Me go uppie! Pease!"

Ace chuckled and lifted me up. "I'd much rather call you my little Athena."

I squealed and nuzzled into Ace's neck. "I ATENA!" I screamed as the doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil, that's Narcissa now." Mum straightened herself and went to get the door, opening it. "Wednesday! Draco's here!"

I squealed and started scrambling away from Ace to the door. "Ace, wet down, pease?" I asked.

"Sure, Athena." Ace set me down and I sprinted to the door to see Draco. "DWAY!" I screamed, throwing my arms around him and dragging him in as Mum went to make tea. "My family tinks I'm cwazy." I stated.

"You're not crazy, Wednesday, you're just special." Nonna bent down to kiss the top of my head. "Is this your little friend?" she asked.

I nodded. "Dis is Dway!" I giggled. "Dway, dis is my Nonna…"

Draco just looked at me and smiled at Nonna. "Pweasure." he stated, wrapping an arm around me and tucking a dandelion behind my ear.

Ace's eyes narrowed. "Look's like our Athena's getting a little too Aphrodite with a God of the Underworld."

"Oh, Frank, relax. I think our little Wednesday's in love!"

I blushed as Draco grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside to play a while.

I let go of my grandparents and grinned at my family. "Thank you guys so much for coming. It means a lot that you wanted to see me again."

"Hey, most of us thought that you had died that night in Godric's Hollow, when we got an owl from this Malfoy character saying that you were alive and wanted to meet us, we couldn't say no!" a girl my age grinned at me as she leaned against the clock post, waving her hand in the air and making a small stick spin around. Her cold hazel eyes looked me over as I looked a little shocked at the deep purple hair that ended at her shoulders, cream lips and beauty spot. Her outfit almost made me think that Tonks had come back to life to get her son.

Nona beamed at the girl. "Victoria, sweetheart, I'm so glad that you made it. I'm pretty sure you wanted to meet your niece."

The girl named Victoria grinned. "Absolutely." she grinned, looking at me. "You look like Lily. Except the hair, obviously, you have James' colour, but at least you get her straightness."

I grinned as Victoria hugged me.

"Come on, everyone, I think it's time you met Draco." I said with a grin after I let go of my Aunt Victoria.

Everyone grinned as the house elves that Draco had sent down took everyone's bags somewhere, most likely to the vacant dormitories in the school.

I took hold of Emily's wheelchair and lead her up to the school, Athena walking in stride with me.

Draco's your fiancé. Athena thought to me. It wasn't a question, more than a statement of fact.

I nodded. "Yeah, he is." I admitted with a grin. "He's amazing. If it wasn't for him, you guys wouldn't be here."

Athena smiled at me and Emily grinned as well. "Yeah, I heard about him when I woke up." she muttered to me. "Everyone had said that he saved your life."

"It was gruesome from what I was told." I muttered, looking ahead. "Draco told me most of what happened. The person I was duelling had killed my best friend, I was duelling her to avenge my friend and she had overcame me, grabbed my dagger and just started stabbing me. I was able to fight her with a stab wound to the stomach, side and shoulder, but once Zimmerman threw herself on top of me, I was screwed. The last ounce of strength I had was for me to grab my wand and kill her just as she started to throw the dagger. I was lucky that the dagger didn't get me in the heart, or I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale." I sighed.

Emily looked up at me. "You're a fighter. The fact you were able to survive says a lot about your personality. You fought death and won. Numerous times."

She's right. Athena thought to me. You are almost immortal!

I laughed as we walked into the school, heading up into the Heads' dormitory. I muttered the password and went in with Emily and Athena, everyone else following me.

"OI!" I shouted. "WHERE'S HARRY AND DRACO!?"

Hermione looked at me and laughed. "Met your family, did you?"

I nodded and felt arms wrap around me from behind. "Right here, love." Draco murmured, kissing my hair. "Potter's on his way."

I smiled and turned to everyone. "You're all probably shocked, Canadian family especially that I'm doing this so young, Nona and Ace would probably want me to wait. But we don't feel that we can wait any longer before we make it official. With that being said, everyone, this is Draco Malfoy…my fiancé."

Ace looked put off at the sight of Draco as Nona just grinned at both of us.

"So you're the young man that swept our Wednesday off her feet?" Nona asked with a grin.

"Yes, ma'am." Draco nodded, shaking hands with Nona as Ace came forward.

"Look here, boyo, my daughter and son-in-law aren't here to interrogate you, so I'll do it on their behalf. What are your intentions towards my granddaughter?" Ace demanded, staring Draco down, even for his age I could tell that Draco was intimidated by the patriarch of the Evans family. Even if he didn't show it physically, I could sense it. It radiated off of Draco like heat on a rock.

"I love her, Mr Evans." Draco stated, standing tall and proud. "I love her and fully intend to care for her and any children she so happens to bear me."

Ace and Draco had a stare off, Ace most likely trying to make Draco cower down so he could automatically assume that Draco was a snivelling pansy and wasn't worth his Lily's only daughter's time and he would be able to ask me what I was thinking.

But that wasn't the case. Draco stood tall and proud, keeping eye contact with my grandfather until he himself stepped back, staying silent when Draco grinned to him.

I beamed up at Draco for passing the test when Luke stepped up.

"So you're Hannah's intended." Luke stated. "A Death Eater."

"Luke!" I gasped. Draco didn't like it when someone brought up his Death Eater past.

"It's alright, love, it's not like I wasn't expecting someone to mention it." Draco waved me down. "I was only Marked so to save your cousin's life." Draco stated to Luke, eyes narrowed. "It was otherwise my father who wanted me to be a Death Eater. And I'll have you know, Luke, that I never did any Death Eater activities. I spent the war in an alternate identity as Cato Quinn, the name your cousin, Harley Quinn oh so generously assigned to me."

"I didn't assign." I mumbled. "You said Cato or Peeta, and you chose Cato because I said that Cato from the Hunger Games was sexy." I whispered in his ear.

"I know." Draco murmured, kissing my temple.

Little freckly Vanessa ran up to Draco and grinned up at him. "Are you a giant?" she asked.

"Depends." Draco smirked down at her. "Are you a pixie?"

Vanessa giggled. "I'm not a pixie! I'm seven!"

Draco smirked as the kids crowded around Draco, looking up at him as Draco hoisted up Vanessa.

"Hey!" Isabane squealed excitedly. "I have a game we can play! Let's play Beat Up Our Cousin's Groom!"

"YEAH!" The kids squealed, Draco paling as Vanessa jumped down.

"GET HIM!" everyone shouted.

"Oh, crap." Draco went running out of the common room, obviously to the sanctuary of the Slytherin dungeons, screaming "BLAISE HELP A BROTHER OUT!"

Dmitri started laughing and I ran after the kids. "DON'T HURT HIM TOO BADLY! I'D RATHER HE NOT BE BROKEN AT THE ALTAR!"

Draco skidded to a stop and whipped around to look at me, still running from my cousins. "YOU MEAN YOU'RE GONNA LET YOUR COUSINS BEAT THE EVERLOVING CRAP OUT OF ME!?" he asked.

"Hey, they're playing!" I said. "They like you!"

"You're lucky I love you!" Draco shouted. "Or I'd -"

"Ah ah…" I said. "Don't want to finish that threat, or my grandfather will be on your ass faster than my cousins!"

Draco growled and ran off, letting me with my aunts uncles and grandparents.

"You two seem to get on well." Uncle Wakefield stated.

I grinned. "I know. We get on each other's nerves sometimes, but we still can't survive without each other."

Nona beamed. "Remind you of anyone, Frank?" she asked.

"Now, now, Georgia Peach," Ace said, patting Nona's arm gently. "You know I love you greatly, sweetheart, but we got married when we were twenty one. And I'll have you know that I am not a Death Eater unlike that Draco."

"Thank you!" Luke sighed in relief.

"Oh, let them alone!" Aunt Magnolia sighed. "Hannah obviously loves him, and Voldemort's been gone for over a year. If that Malfoy boy was going to try and restart the pure blood supremecy regime again, Hannah and Harry would've been the first to go. And had that been the case, the boy wouldn't have gone to Scotland to save her in the first place!"

I smiled.

"Exactly, Frank. The boy loves our Wednesday." Nona added, patting Ace's arm. "They're in love, honey, don't let prejudice ruin their wedding."

"Need I remind you that his master killed my brother?" Luke asked. "His kind's no good. don't think I didn't meet Lucius Malfoy, he's the biggest bastard that you could lay eye on!"

At mention of Lucius Malfoy, I was blindsided with a pain in my temple, zoning out of the room and sinking into a vision as I grabbed my temple.

I was running, throwing spells and curses at every Death Eater I could get my hands on before I heard a cold cruel laugh.

"Well, well, well…if it isn't our little heroine's cousin." a familiar voice sounded behind me.

I whipped around, still hexing Death Eaters. "You leave my cousin alone, she'll kick your ass into the next lifetime!"

"Do you not know who I am?" the Death Eater laughed harder and lowered his hood. "I am your cousin's love's father!"

Under his hood was a curtain of silky platinum blond hair.

I was about to point my wand at him when I heard a shout.

"HEY!" she shouted at me. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE OR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!"

I looked towards the source of the sound to find a teenaged girl that looked a few years older than I was, her raven hair was left long and pin straight, though some was kinked where her mask was tied behind her head, hiding most of her face bar eyes that were a strange shade of blue…a metallic shade.

"LOOK OUT!" she screamed, running towards me.

I was about to ask her what she was screaming at me about when I felt a blinding pain shoot through my spine. I looked down and saw a slight flicker of violet flames coursing through my body.

"Oh!" I collapsed to the floor with that monosyllable word escaping from my lips, writhing, moaning, twitching as the pain in my spine started to shut down every part of my nerve system before I felt myself black out.

"NO!" was the last thing I heard from the woman besides a cold, cruel laugh.

When I had come around, I couldn't feel my legs. I was laying among the dead, in between Remus and Nymphadora Lupin and the body of Colin Creevey.

I saw a flash of platinum blond hair running into the Great Hall carrying the still body of a raven haired young woman…the same one that had saved my life.

I heard a gasp and heard a male's voice shout "Madam Pomfrey, this one's still alive!"

"Put her here, I'll deal with her in a moment." the matron I had heard as I drifted in and out shouted as I took in the sight of the woman that had saved my life.

Her body was limp and almost grey, blood covering every inch of her body and clothes, her hair matted with it as I saw her body oozing blood from her stomach, her mouth, her side and even worse…above her heart.

"Please, you have to do something to save her!" the blond man pleaded. Now I could see that he was holding a silver and emerald dagger that was coated with blood, and it was dripping onto the woman's leg.

"I'll try my best, Mr Malfoy, but there might not be anything that I can do." the matron bowed her head. "She's lost too much blood…"

"She lost that much at the manor, too, but she lived!" the man called Malfoy stated before falling to his knees. "Please, Madam Pomfrey, I'm begging you. Please! You have to bring her back to me!"

Now I noticed that Malfoy was crying, leaning against the bed he had laid the woman that had saved my life and sobbing, squeezing the woman's hand and pleading. "Please, Hannah, please don't leave me."

More people surrounding the woman called Hannah now, a brunette woman who was bawling against an Italian man's chest, who himself had his jaw clenched with a few tears streaming down his face. A blonde girl was kneeling against the other side of Hannah's bed, back shaking as a white dragon sat on her shoulder, bawling into its mistress's hair and a black haired young woman with the Dark Mark, head bowed.

This Hannah had to have been a big deal.

Malfoy had gathered her limp body into his arms as the brunette girl spoke.

"Hannah god damn it! You didn't die when the Dark Lord came back! You didn't die when Bellatrix threw you in Hagrid's cabin and lit it on fire, you didn't die at Malfoy Manor, you didn't die when Nagini attacked you, God fucking damn it all don't you fucking go and die on us now!" she half screamed angrily. "Don't you fucking die on us, Hannah! If you die on us I'll fucking kill you!"

"Ivy, Ivy…" the Italian man held the girl back as she made to yank Hannah's body from Malfoy's arms and shake her desperately. "Ivy, this may be her -"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE SAY THAT, BLAISE ZABINI!" Ivy, the blonde girl and Malfoy screamed together. "Don't you fucking dare say that this is her time! It's far from her time! If she dies…"

Malfoy instantly shut up and went white.

Everyone else shut up. "What is it?" the Italian called Blaise asked.

Malfoy's voice shook and cracked. "I think her heart stopped."

"WHAT!?" Ivy, Blaise and the blonde girl demanded. "CHECK!"

Malfoy placed his ear over Hannah's chest and shot away, bursting into tears.

"Malfoy!" Blaise looked at him. "What is it?!"

"IT HAS STOPPED!" Malfoy half screamed at him through sobs that racked his body as he cradled the corpse to his chest.

"Maybe Pomfrey can restart it?" the blonde suggested as Ivy reached out to touch Hannah's arm.

Ivy broke down and started crying, collapsing to her knees. "I don't think she's coming back, Sheila." she sobbed as Blaise held her, Blaise touching Hannah for himself and clenching his jaw.

"Yeah…she's not coming back." he stated, voice quavering.

"She's so cold…" Ivy sobbed. "so cold…"

"Clove, alert the coven that…that…" Blaise paused, closing his eyes as if he didn't want to be the first one to say what everyone knew.

"Harley is dead."

It was Malfoy, voice broken, the tone hopeless and empty. He wasn't crying now, but his voice was laced with intense sorrow, as if someone had ripped out his very soul. As if there was a Dementor leaning over him.

"Yeah…she's gone." Blaise nodded, pursing his lips to keep from crying with the brunette in his arms.

"Hannah's dead…" his voice became even more hopeless if it was at all possible.

Now he was chanting his rotation. "Harley's dead…Hannah's dead…Harley's dead…Hannah's dead…Harley's dead…Hannah's dead…"

"We get it!" Ivy snapped as the raven girl called Clove left the Hall. "Hannah and Harley are dead! We don't need reminding, Malfoy!"

Malfoy's head was hung and his back shook. "My fault…all my fault…my fault…all my fault…" he was chanting now.

"No it isn't." Blaise assured his friend, patting his shoulder.

Malfoy was on the floor, clutching Hannah's frozen body like a mad man, chanting "My fault…all my fault…my fault…all my fault."

It hit me that this was an obsessive love. Malfoy was nothing without this girl. Now that Hannah was dead he was completely lost and in a severe state of psychiatric shock and mental collapse. Even worse seeing as Hannah died in his arms.

"Ok, Blaise, you're best mate's gone daft!" Ivy turned to Blaise.

"No, he's in denial, Ivy." Blaise pointed out. "Knowing Malfoy like I do, he needs to repeat shocking things like this to himself to make it seem more real. He'll stop in a minute and go avenge his lover's death."

But Malfoy didn't stop. He was upsetting himself even more, now occasionally rocking and disturbing me with the sight of the head of the woman who saved me falling limp back and forth.

"I'm sorry…Hannah, I'm sorry." he chanted before I heard a laugh at the entrance of the Hall.

I instantly recognized the mask of the guy I had confronted before I was attacked. And all I saw was a flash of platinum blond.

Malfoy shot up and gently laid Hannah down in her stretcher, stroking her cheek. "I'll be back for you soon, my love." he murmured in Italian before looking to Blaise. "Save a spot next to Hannah and tell my mother I'm sorry and give her this." he murmured, handing Blaise his wand and a note before running out of the hall.

Blaise opened the note and read it. "I can't live without her, Mother, forgive me. Bury me with Hannah. Draco. Guys, Malfoy's written a suicide note."

At that, Pomfrey started to tend to me and I realized I couldn't feel my legs.

"Hannah…Hannah!" I felt Luke pressing a cold cloth to my forehead, jolting me back to reality in a cold sweat.

Luke had laid me on my bed and him and Nona together had wiped my forehead.

"What…what happened?" I asked, slowly sitting up.

"We were talking about Lucius Malfoy and you zoned out." Nona told me, helping me lay back into mounds of pillows. "If it wasn't for Luke you would have collapsed. Are you alright, sweetheart? Did you have a seizure?"

I shook my head, trying to remember everything that happened before I had slipped into another girl's body and looked on at Draco going absolutely mad when I had died in the Battle of Hogwarts.

"All…all I remember is getting a headache." I said before it flooded on me so fast I almost threw up.

I had a vision. A vision in my cousin Emily's point of view. I had seen Draco's reaction when my heart stopped…and I think I knew who had injured my cousin.

"Emily…" I said. "where's Emily?"

"Downstairs, sweetheart, but you should rest -"

"No…Nona, I need to talk to Emily."

Nona touched my forehead. "Sweetie, you should sleep for a while first, your fiancé's been dying to see you."

I paled and groaned. "Who told?" I asked.

"Victoria." Luke said. "Told Malfoy that you just passed out. I have a hunch it was from hunger. Did you eat anything today?"

I shook my head. "Stick of gum and some water." I said. "But I don't think I passed out from -" I started.

"Yeah, malnutrition." Nona nodded. "Sweetheart were you hungry at all?"

"Nona, I wasn't hungry. I -" I started before the door burst open.

"Did she come around yet?" Draco asked.

I groaned, vowing to kill Aunt Victoria for leaking out what happened to me to Draco. I was never going to hear the end of it.

Draco took the cloth from Luke and dabbed my forehead. "This is exactly what you get when you don't eat, Hannah." Draco told me.

"It wasn't because I didn't eat!" I told Draco with a sigh.

"What happened?" Draco asked Luke as Nona went downstairs.

"We were just talking about Lucius Malfoy when Hannah zoned out and started to collapse. If I hadn't have caught her she might have a concussion right now instead of just passing out." Luke explained.

Draco looked to me. "I want symptoms…and I want them now, Hannah. I can read you like a book so don't even think about lying to me."

Damn. I took a deep breath. "All I remember from then was a splitting headache and zoning out."

"Convulsions?" Draco asked Luke.

Luke shook his head. "She just…passed out. Rubbing her temple one minute but the next, she was gone."

Draco looked at me and raised his eyebrows. It didn't take mind reading (that, and my head was still throbbing.) to know what Draco was thinking.

"Vision?" he mouthed.

I nodded.

Draco nodded and looked to Luke. "Tell everyone she'll be fine in a few hours. I'll make sure she gets some rest." Draco ordered, grabbing my hand and winking at me. Despite my throbbing head, I bit the bullet and took the stabbing pain to my temples to read Draco's mind.

Pretend to be weak. Draco thought to me.

That didn't take much. I closed my eyes and groaned. "Draco, can you shut the light off? My head's killing me."

Draco nodded and the room went dark. "Let her rest." Draco whispered after a minute as I pretended to go to sleep. "I'll come get you lot when she's awake."

I heard Luke stand up and leave the room, closing the door loudly and making my headache worse.

"Ok, Prophetess, family's gone." Draco blissfully letting the lights stay off. "What did you see?"

I sat up and opened my eyes. "I…I saw the battle…in Emily's perspective." I muttered. "And…I saw you, Ivy, Blaise, Emily Ravenwood and Sheila…after I was stabbed. I saw everything that happened before and after my heart stopped. And I think I know who attacked my cousin Emily. I just need to talk to her." I started to get out of bed but almost swayed with the force of the migraine I had, vision blurring.

"Not now, love, not now." Draco murmured, laying me back down again and putting the cold cloth over my eyes. "I was serious when I said you need to rest."

I tried to fall asleep, but whenever I was at the edge, ready to topple over, the stabbing sensation at my temple brought me back. Damn post vision migraine.

And for the first time, Draco got up. "You're very lucky I keep Potions on me in just such emergencies." he told me, pouring a small vial of a purple potion into a goblet and handing it to me. "That'll give you the sleep that you need." Draco wrapped an arm around me as I brought the goblet to my lips and drinking.

The minute the first mouthful went down my throat, the effect was almost instantaneous, I was instantly drowsy, everything around me now a hazy blur as I breathed in Draco's scent. My body seemed to slacken and sink into Draco's chest before he lifted me up, taking the goblet out of my hands and setting it down before laying me in bed, covering me up.

Before another thought raced through my head or before I could say a word, my sudden exhaustion carried me to sleep.

She-Cat and I were walking through the corridors, wands out and ready to curse Death Eaters that snuck up on us.

"Ok…so this random thirteen year old girl decided to fight now. A Death Eater cursed her, something she should have known could happen when she stayed behind…and you saved her!?" she asked me.

I nodded. "I just…I can't describe it." I said. "I sort of felt a connection to her."

She-Cat grinned at me. "YOU'RE AS CRAZY AS I AM!" she screamed before we both dodged a flash of green light.

"Foxface!" I hissed.

"What!?" She-Cat asked.

"She-Cat, you're my coven sister, and I love you to pieces, but must you scream out shit like that?" I asked.

"Meow!" She-Cat said simply.

I rolled my eyes and looked up. "ALRIGHT, WHO DID THAT!?" I asked.

I saw a flash of platinum blond and saw Lucius Malfoy take off his mask. "Guilty as charged, I believe, Potter." he smirked.

I growled. "SHE-CAT!" I shouted. "Get up!"

She-Cat shot up as I shot a Stunner towards Malfoy, who flipped out of the way. "Just try to catch me, Potter!" he cackled and ran off.

"AFTER HIM, SHE-CAT!" I shouted, dragging She-Cat after me and following Malfoy into the Charms corridor.

Malfoy smirked from the Charms door and ducked inside.

"We have him now, She-Cat." I smirked, chasing after him and going into the classroom.

I woke up so comfortable, so warm…so very sleepy and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep.

Yeah, if only I was so lucky to wake up that way.

I shot awake in a cold sweat, everything now making sense. Malfoy had lead me to the Charms corridor during the battle. Me, being the stupid heroine that I was with the need to send Malfoy to Azkaban, followed him…only to realize that he had Disapparated and trying to find my brother, Scarlett Zimmerman stepped from her hiding place and fired the Avada Kedavra curse at me…but She-Cat took it…then Zimmerman almost killed me, getting herself killed in the process.

It was Lucius Malfoy's plan all along. His plan was to get me in that room to get Scarlett to kill me.

I sighed in relief. Thank Skinner that I had sent the bastard to St. Mungo's, and then from there, back to Azkaban where he belonged.

Now I could focus on what else had woke me up.

"You two idiots are going to wake her if you don't shut up!" Draco hissed.

"Well, he started it!" Azalia hissed.

"I'm sorry I'm worried about my cousin." Dmitri muttered. "And she said she had to speak to Emily, so I brought her up."

"Is she ok?" Emily's voice rang through, sounding authentically concerned.

"She will be, once she sleeps some more!" Draco hissed. "Look, I'll let you know when she's ready to talk to Emily, as much as I respect Hannah's family, we both have a common goal, we both want what's best for Hannah, and right now, Hannah needs to sleep."

"Draco, don't talk to my cousins like that." I murmured as I opened my eyes blearily.

Dmitri, Azalia and Emily came in. "Han!" they said together.

Emily took my one hand. "Are you ok?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, just tired." I yawned. "Dmitri, Azalia, Draco…out."

"Hannah, you're not strong enough." Draco started.

"I'm strong enough for this. If you want me to, afterwards, you can give me another vial of Sleeping Draught. I just have to ask Emily something."

Draco nodded. "I'll be holding you up to that, you know." Draco told me before leaving, Dmitri and Azalia after him.

"Emily, I know this is still tender for you, but I need to know for my peace of mind…do you know who the Death Eater was that attacked you?"

Emily shook her head. "No…I didn't see his face."

"Did you see any sort of key trait?" I asked.

Emily nodded. "All I saw was a flash of platinum blond and him taking his wand from a cane…it had a snake head topper I think."

I smirked. "Emily, after the wedding, do you think that you could give testimony on the Ministry's behalf when Lucius Malfoy is retried? Because I know for a fact that the platinum blond hair and snake head pimp cane is synonymous with Lucius Malfoy."

Emily grinned. "If it gets him put in Azkaban, I'll do anything." she told me.

I grinned and I heard the door knock. "Athena wants to see you."

"Send her in." I said.

Athena entered and I read her mind. You ok? she asked.

I nodded. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired. Draco's gonna give me some more Sleeping Draught once I'm done. I thought.

Athena grinned. That's smart. she thought.

I hope so. I thought as Emily wheeled herself out.

"Alright, out!" Draco came back in and shooed Athena away. "Patient needs her rest, out! Out!"

I snorted. "Yes, Mr Pomfrey." I joked.

"I heard that." Draco shot me a sideways glare, putting the goblet back in my hand after adding another vial of potion. "Drink this, sweetheart."

I took the goblet as Draco helped me sit up, holding me to his chest as I drank.

Again, I felt the sweeping drowsiness that I felt the first time, just as I was about to set the goblet down, Draco held my hands.

"All of it." he muttered to me, holding the goblet for me as I swallowed obediently.

Once Draco insured that I had drank every last drop from the goblet, I felt dark waves of irresistible sleep wash over me as Draco laid me down.

Once Draco had covered me up, I sank into the pillows and thought no more.