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Chapter 15

Malfoy bounded into the Dining Hall alone with a sprint of excitement, even after the encounter Draco had with his father, he was still excited about spending the day with Ron and Harry. He had been leaving Emma and Hermione small sets of wild Daisy's on their stands next to their beds over the couple of times he'd snuck in to visit them both.

Emma had yet to awaken, and something didn't feel right about her still being unconscious. It felt… Magical?

'A curse maybe?' Draco may share his thoughts about their Aunt's condition later. Draco watched the Gryffindor table grow silent as he walked towards Harry and Ron, he'd grown a tad bit uncomfortable when Ginny Weasley sent him a strange, and judgmental, look. Like the rest of the Gryffindor table. Ginny thankfully went back to writing in her journal, though Draco would silently admitted to himself that the journal shockingly looked familiar. Draco just couldn't think of where from. He felt the eyes of all the other tables looking in shock and excitement, thinking he was possibly going to hex or jinx someone again. The discomforted had won over and Draco walked past Ron and Harry, back towards the Slytherin table.

"Hey, Malfoy! You walked past us, what happened to Hagrid's today?"

Draco smiled happily as soon as Ron shouted out for him, standing on the seats, waving him back over. They hadn't ignored him. He'd just walked past them silently to not disturb them.

When Fred and George started going on about "crazy Malfoy's," Harry and Ron had looked around for Draco and found him walking away, head bowed low, like he'd just been completely humiliated.

"Well, come on, breakfast is nearly done." Harry joined in, leaving the entire room full of shocked faces and wide eyes while Draco took a seat next to them at their table and enjoyed breakfast.

"Ron, Harry,"

"May we have a word with you?" The twin said, staring at the three, they looked like they were seeing ten Ron's and Harry had turned into a girl over-night. "We have somewhere to be, maybe later, are you two finished?" Ron said looking at two smiling and filled boys.

Draco and Harry had nodded, and they moved to leave, "I have something I need to tell you two on the way."

They were off, out the Castle and heading for Hagrid's as Draco explained everything to them when the three went off to bed.

"So, your dad shows up in your common room last night, tells you to stay away from us? Then tells you that your cousin, Finn, is moving in with you and transferring to Hogwarts for next year? Why, may I ask- Hey, is that a cut on your lip?" Upon not having a response to Ron's concern, Harry and Ron both knew something had happened last night, more than what the blond Slytherin boy was telling them, "Draco!" Ron shouted, obviously irritated. He and Harry grabbed the kid by his robed arm, stopping him.

Draco hadn't looked at them directly the entire time he'd been with them that morning and they were just now noticing this! But they had hopped it was a trick of the light.

Sadly, when he had finally turned to face them, they saw that it was in fact a busted lip. Not a nasty one, but still it was a busted lip none-the-less. Both boys stared at him in shock and horror, "Did your father hit you last night!" Ron had beat Harry to the punch to that one.

Unfortunately, when Draco hadn't responded, Harry saw Ron's seething and took matters into his own hands, "Alright, Ron. Calm down, Hagrid has ointment in his cupboards, we can use a little of it for Draco when we get down there. It doesn't look that bad thankfully. Come on, the animals are probably starving about now." Draco had given Harry a thankful look for turning the conversation into a different direction.

Even though Ron had hated the boy for their first year and a half, he knew that no child should be backhanded like that unless having a bit of a wake-up call. A small tap, or pop, to the mouth is one thing, but a full on contact that Draco had been given was just a bit of an extent, right?

Ron huffed, but nodded, he'd leave it alone for now, but Draco was not getting off so easily. He would be giving answers later as to why he's father found it necessary to cause that, and he hoped that Draco's father hadn't truly meant to do it and felt like a complete piece of dragon's dung afterwards. But he was hoping, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Their time spent at Hagrid's was feeding the animals', cleaning up after themselves and the animals. They had decided to try to go back in the afternoon and after classes were over to try to help the garden later on. After finishing, Draco recleaned his lip and reapplied the ointment to the burning cut. As small as it was, it still stung. He sighed knowing Crabbe and Goyle probably felt very powerless last night and even more so now because he hadn't said a word to them at all that morning. Even when Crabbe had asked him if he was alright, Draco had just nodded and got ready for the day. He could imagine that Goyle was glaring at him, with the entire Slytherin table staring on in horror as Draco ate breakfast with the Gryffindor's.

"So, why is it such a big deal that your cousin Finn in moving in with you guys?" Harry asked, he was just as curious as Ron. However, Ron had to admit, he was glad Harry asked because of how infuriated Ron had been, and still was, over Draco being hit hard enough to bust his lip.

"Because he's as crazy as his mother, Adora, and my Aunt Bellatrix. For centuries, my family has had a long history of marrying crazy people or having a crazy person in our blood line. Adora was killed a few nights ago, she had been hunted down by Auror's. They were trying to arrest her and convict her of her crimes. But she fought back, and it got her killed. My uncle, my father's brother, was killed when Finn was barely a year old, but that's just what I've been told." Draco explained.

By the time they had gotten to the first-class, Draco had explained his cousin Finn and some of his family, how psycho they all could be and that when he had tried to get Harry as a friend the previous year, he was just being a jerk, though he had indeed really wanted a friend in Harry.

"Well, I mean, had you gone about it differently I may not have said no. But maybe it was a good reality check for all of us. Had that not happened, Ron and I wouldn't be as close as we are now, probably, and Hermione definitely may not have been one of our friends then you wouldn't have woken up realizing you needed a friend or two that would help you defend yourself." Harry said smiling.

Draco and Ron had to give it to him, Harry did have a point, though Draco was beginning to see what Ron was talking about. Harry seemed to always have an answer, even if it was wrong or didn't make much since. The wrong answer still sometimes had a point and the nonsense answers also had a point to make.

They'd split up to head to their seats and classes went on the entire day.

Harry and Ron had seen where Draco had sat every time, trying to get as far from Crabbe and Goyle as much as possible, but the two boys had followed him the entire time and always sat on either side of the young Malfoy. They had to hand it to Draco, for someone who could give someone Hell as good as he could, he was ignoring the two as they bothered him every class.

"Draco, why don't you sit with us this time around?" Harry offered with some concern.

"Can't, you know they have us all sitting in house arranged seats. I just never get lucky with sitting with another Slytherin student, Crabbe and Goyle are very good at moving people against their will."

"But if you tell the Professor that they're bothering you, then they can move you. Even if it's not with us, you'll still be away from them." Ron spoke up with his thoughts, hoping it could work.

"That is a good point, but classes are all over now. I'll talk to each one tomorrow before class starts. I never actually thought of that… Goyal has a mean elbow. I think my ribs are bruised a bit."

Ron and Harry sighed, they had actually thought they had it bad when it was Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. But it looked like Draco was getting the worst end of this. They had a feeling he would refuse to go to the nurse to report this and get looked at. So, they pulled the blond into the boys' bathroom, "Come on, let's see it- don't argue, we know you won't go to Pomfrey. At least let us look at it so we know if we have to drag you to the Hospital wing." Harry grumbled.

Draco had to give it to them, they were right. With an annoyed sigh and the roll of his eyes, Draco grunted a bit as he lifted the side of his shirt and sighed with irritation and shock, there was indeed a bruise from Goyle's elbow.

"How'd he manage to get you in the same spot every time?" Ron asked with surprise.

"The bloke has good aim, shockingly. I know he doesn't look smart, but he is." Draco grumbled putting his shirt down and picked up his books, "Let me guess-"

"Pomfrey, move it Malfoy." Harry and Ron said in unison and grinned as the blond sighed and walked out, heading for the Hospital wing, both Gryffindor boys trailing behind him.

They had been interrupted by McGonagall's voice sounding through the Castle, "All students report back to their Common rooms, all staff report to the second-floor corridor immediately."

The three boys were stumped by this, their curiosity had won. The three of them rushed to the second floor, followed the teachers towards a shocking, and horrifying, message.

"Our worst fear had been realized! A student has been taken by the monster into the chamber itself!" Minerva cried in horror.

Lockhart walked up, a grin across his face, "So sorry, dozed off, what have I missed?" he didn't look one bit fazed by anything.

"A girl has been snatched by the beast. It seems your hour has finally arrived, Lockhart." Snape said, a firm arm around Mellena who was staring at the written message on the wall, eyes filling with tears.

'Dear girl, where are you? Are you alive and safe? Has it hurt you? Is it torturing you?' Mellena was not the only one fearing for the First Year Gryffindor.

Lockhart nearly choked on air as he looked at Snape bug-eyed in horror, "M-my mo-moment?"

"Yes, weren't you going on just last night at supper about how you've known all along where the chamber has been hiding?" Snape's tone was accusing, his eyes hard as stone as he stared the man down.

Minerva smiled and clapped her hands once and held them, "Then it's settled, we shall leave you to deal with the monster, Gilderoy. Your skills, after all, are legendary, yes?"

Lockhart paled with fear at the Professor's words, "O-oh, uh, yes-yes. Of course, leave it to me," He sang a little, "I'll-uh, I'll just be, in my office ge-getting ready. Yes. That's it." And with that, Lockhart was off in a hurry.

The boys were covering their mouths trying not to laugh loudly at Lockhart's reaction, they really didn't want any more detentions, and if they were caught tonight, at this moment, they were sure they'd have a months' worth of detentions into next year. But it was Pomfrey that had pulled them from their laughter, "Who is it that the monster has taken Minerva?"

Their attention captivated the three as they listened carefully, "Ginny Weasley," The halls filled with gasps, only Minerva and Mellena had known who had been taken.

Mellena had found the message, along with some of Ginny's belongings lying in the halls and reported it directly to McGonagall.

Reality had swiftly came flooding back to the three boys with horror, it made them greener when the staff had cleared away, heads bowed low to start searching for Ron's sister and revealed the written message on the wall, "Her skeleton shall remain in the dungeons forever… Ginny… But, what- I don't understand, my baby sister? Why her?" Ron cried.

Harry and Draco were trying to calm the frightened brother, but neither knew what to really do. They were both the only child. The two Gryffindor boys were Draco's first friends he'd ever really had, so he had no clue how to help Harry calm the panicking Ron.

"Come on, we can give Lockhart the information we have. If he really does know the location of the chamber, maybe it was moved and the symbol we found could just have been a decoy."

"Lockhart isn't that smart, Harry-" Draco paled a bit a seeing Ron's face fall more and began panicking all over again, "But it's worth a try. Come on, up you go Weasley, let's go find your sister."

"Lockhart may be useless but, we can just give him what we know," Harry said rushing down the halls with the other two trailing behind him. Ron felt a bit of hope when they saw Lockhart in his office like he'd said.

"Professor! Professor, we have some information for you-" They stopped short upon finding him, not preparing to go find the lost girl, but packing his things rather quickly.

Draco glared around the room then turned a nasty look to the man, "Are you going somewhere?"

"Uh, um, have a bit of an unexpected thing come up, unavoidable I'm afraid."

"You're running away!" Harry shouted.

Draco had no idea why they were shocked, but he had to admit he himself was even a little bit disappointed in the man.

In a frenzy of panic, Ron blocked the wizard into a corner he was trying to leave, "What about my sister!" he shouted.

"I do apologize, but there are other professors, other skilled Professor's, that I'm sure will do everything they can to retrieve the dear girl, my condolences though."

"What about all those things in your books you've done!" Harry shouted out, he wanted to call this man out for what he really was. A fake.

Infuriated he wasn't getting anywhere Lockhart did the only thing he knew he was good at. He talked. Though it was more like blabbing a damned confession. "My dear boy, Books can be misleading!"

"Well, you wrote them!" Draco shouted, finally having enough himself.

"You're a coward! You've only taken credit for what other Wizards have done!" Harry tossed back.

Ron thought for a moment that these two suddenly sounded an awfully lot like the Twins with jumping back and forth like they were.

"Well, now that you mention it, I am rather gifted with memory charms," he boasted, his hands on his hips and a wide, proud, grin. But it was Draco that moved beside Ron with a stealing glare from his steel blue eyes that nearly burned a hole through Lockhart, "That's not exactly something to be proud of, Lockhart. What did you do, write down their achievements then wipe their memories!" It was an accusation, not a question.

Lockhart knew this.

"Are you by any chance related to Miss. Evans, she has that same glare."

Harry had had enough as of now, every man that had tried flirting with his Aunt had just simply annoyed him, even his uncle Remus tried flirting with her, it grated on his nerves! "What is it with men and my Aunt! Leave the woman be, for Merlin's sake!"

Though Lockhart hadn't paid much attention to Harry's outburst, "Beautiful eyes, I personally like blue but-" Lockhart had been silenced by shock as three wands came pointing at him, he raised his hands in defeat with wide eyes and panic, "Oh my,"

"Time to go. Professor." Draco snarled.

"Hand over your wand. No tricks from you, Lockhart." Ron said, holding a handout and took Gilderoy's wand swiftly, the three moved aside for him to walk out of the room.

"Go on, move…" They had herded Lockhart to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. After the little display of cowardice and thievery he'd pulled back in his office, the boys figured to try her bathroom after all. "Go on Harry, say something," Ron said to him.

Harry shrugged with uncertainty, "But I don't know how to open it." Harry said a bit unnerved.

"It'll only open for someone with Parseltongue talent. You can say anything in that language, Potter. The passageway should open." Draco clarified.

Ron nodded in agreement to the blond.

"When did you three become friends anyways?" Lockhart finally asked, though he got a look from the three boys that plainly screamed, "Really?"

Harry sighed and gave it a try. But upon his attempt, the four jumped back in fright, it had worked, "Wow."

"Now that's a drop." Draco said looking over the edge a bit and shivered.

"Well, now that you boys seemed to have found it and have it opened, I don't see as to why you need me anymore-"

"Uh, no. How about you go first. You are, after all, a Professor. Surely it would be appropriate that a teacher goes in first as to not endanger us students, right?" Ron stated, his wand at the ready as he glared.

Draco had to give it to Ron, he was not only determined, but the Weasley boy had a fire that Draco understood why he wanted him to go down first, and he was technically right. As a teacher Lockhart should go in first so they, the students, didn't get hurt, "I agree, how about it, Professor Lockhart?"

"I-I, uh, I don't believe I'm of much use boys, sorry. I really must be- AH!" Ron rolled his eyes and backed Lockhart down into the hole. They watched him listened to him as he dropped and shouted with fear. Hearing Lockhart connect with the bottom, they waited for him to call up. The boys nearly vomited when he hadn't responded the first thirty seconds.

'We just killed a teacher!' Harry and Draco screamed to themselves mentally and gave one another a look of fear while Ron stared in shock.

'I just killed a teacher!' Ron looked down in horror at the thought.

"It is really quite filthy down here."

Their breaths let out with utter relief. Lockhart was alive.

"Alright, come on." Harry said nonchalantly.

Both Draco and Ron looked to one another, neither wanted to go down themselves really, "Come on you two, we have to get Ginny. Do you two really think he'll go get her?"

With that pointed out, Harry jumped down, shouting when his butt started sliding down. He thought for a moment was going to break something, again.

"Well, he has a point, come on Draco." Ron gulped, staring down into the deep, dark hole before them.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you first Weas- AHHH!" Ron had pulled Draco down with him, both boys screamed and shouted then laughed as they slid and skidded out of the tunnel. Groaning in slight pain as they both landed and scrapped themselves. The rest of the way through wasn't as pleasant as the slide down. It had gotten worse when Lockhart had 'fainted' then Obliviated himself to oblivion, causing a cave in. But in the destruction and Lockhart's stupidity, Harry had been separated from Ron and Draco.

"Harry!" Ron shouted a few times, hoping to get an answer from his dear friend. Both he and Draco shared a fearful look with one another upon not hearing Harry replay.

"You alive over there, Potter!" Draco shouted, both boys rushing to move the blocking debris from their path. They knew it would take a while to get the pile of rubble moved to clear some form of path. But they needed to find him!

"I'm fine, you two try to move this rubble! I'll keep going and find Ginny! Where's Lockhart!?"

Both relieved to hear his voice, Draco snickered at Ron. The Weasley boy had had enough of Lockhart's babbling dumb questions and had hit him over the head with a rock, knocking him unconscious.

"He has no idea who he is, it's kind of funny to be honest." Draco admitted.

Ron nodded in agreement, "Served him right. Bloody coward that he is." Ron grumbled.

"Yeah, no kidding. Though, I do wonder what happened to the ones he erased. Think he killed them or just wiped their memories?" Draco continued to heave the rubble he could away from the caved in wall while he and Ron had a discussion about Lockhart's stupidity.

"Na, he doesn't have the stomach to kill someone, he's just a coward. He likely just cleared their memories and left them to wander or pretended to have saved them."

They had no idea Harry was currently running for his life from the Basilisk while Tom Riddle's memory laughed at him.

"You can thank your Aunt for me also, Potter! Ginny's magic wasn't strong enough for me to fully manifest this way! It was all thanks to dear Ginny for connecting your dear Emma to the journal that I was able to do this!"

Harry panted with adrenaline and fright as he climbed Salazar Slytherin's engraved face and up the rock wall away from the snake and drove the sword of Gryffindor through the roof of the snake's mouth once it attempted to swallow him.

Tom felt a moment of panic as the snake fell dead at his feet, "NO!" Tom had been about to kill Harry until his eyes suddenly watched with grinning relief as Harry pulled the Basilisk's fang from his arm and stumbled towards Ginny. This had Tom boasting all over again. It hadn't lasted long. "What are you doing?" Fear radiated from him as he watched Harry flipped open the pages and stabbed the journal.

Realizing it was the memories lifeline and source, Harry rose the Basilisk's fang and plunged it into the papers of the Journal and continued stabbing it then finally shoving the fang deeper and deeper into the book until Tom Riddle was gone, turned into dust that covered the floor.

Harry sighed with relief for a moment until reality sank in. He wanted to see his aunt, one last time. Harry knew he hadn't been fast enough, and it had cost him his life. He had a feeling that if he died there, in that chamber, his Aunt may not survive after him for long. Not after losing him the first time, fighting for him for eight years only to finally get him back in her arms and have a happy family for such a short time, only to lose him just months afterwards while she was unconscious back in her coma state. She'd feel like a failure and he hated himself for this. Harry didn't want to die, he didn't want to lose his home all over again, he just wanted his Aunt to hug him and tell him it was all going to be okay. That this was all just a nightmare. He had to smiled though, when he heard Ginny's gasp of breath, that sign also likely meant his Aunt was awake. Tom had said Ginny had been under his control when she had done everything, even connecting his Aunt to the Journal like she had been the moment she began using it.

"Harry? I'm so sorry, it was me, but Riddle made me, I- Harry, your arm!"

"It's fine, follow the corridor down to the end, Ron and Draco are there. Get yourselves out."

Ginny opened her mouth to argue with him, she was not going to leave him there alone and hurt like he was.

A sudden screech came from far off in the chamber, drawing their attention.

"Fawkes?" They watched the bird land and Harry gently ran a hand over the Phoenix's neck in gratitude for helping him. But as their eyes watched the Phoenix drop his tears into the deep wound they were stunned as the wound sealed closed. Likely burning the poison from his body, "That's right! Phoenix tears have healing properties! You're brilliant Fawkes! Time to go Ginny, I think Ron will be glad to see you alright, come on."

They had been taken directly to Dumbledore's office, even Draco, "You three have broken over a hundred school rules! This gives us good cause, and reason, for expulsion!" Dumbledore scolded, "So, this leaves me no other choice… But to reward, each of you, and Miss Granger, Special Awards for outstanding survives to the school." The three boys looked up in shock at him. Turning happy faces to one another, "I have to say I am very proud of you three. Especially you, Mr. Malfoy, for aiding your classmates. Though I must ask, are you happy with your new choices?" Dumbledore asked the smiling Slytherin.

Draco smiled as he nodded, "Yes, I am. I am happy with my choices, Professor..."

To this, Dumbledore nodded, understanding the child's mind and reason, "Mr. Weasley, if you could, please take these release papers to the Owlery. I think we'd all agree that we'd like to have our Gamekeeper back home, safe and sound."

Ron nodded in agreement and rushed from the office excited about not only not being expelled but that they'd be getting Hagrid back. Nearly running into Lucius Malfoy on his way out, Ron had a sense of panic rush through him along with the feeling of anger. Shoving passed the man and down the hall to do as he was asked to do.

Lucius marched in, a stern and angry look on his face as he glared from his son to Harry, finally to the Headmaster.

It was the sight of a specific elf that shocked Harry, "Dobby? So, it's the Malfoy's you serve?"

At Harry's shocked statement Lucius turned to a frightened Dobby, who shrank behind his Master in fear of being beaten in public. Even Draco was confused, "How do you know Dobby?"

"You mean you didn't send him to keep me from coming back to school at the beginning of this year?" Now Harry was just confused, if it wasn't Draco, and it obviously wasn't Lucius due to his angered reaction towards the elf, who was it? He'd become instantly angry when Lucius had turned to Dobby and told him he'd deal with him later then turned his attention back to Dumbledore.

"I was told that the Headmaster had returned,"

"Ah, yes. The Governors were under the impression that you had threatened to curse some of their family members had they not agreed to remove me. However, that is not my place to say, I'm not the one that shall be doing the investigation, Mr. Malfoy. Is there something you came for, Lucius?"

Gripping his wand staff tightly, Lucius clenched his teeth with pure rage, "Indeed, I have… My son has been acting outside of his station and house, I will be taking him home shortly after today, and I will bring him back myself to take his exams. Draco! Come along. Dobby! Move, you stupid creature!" his son and servant close behind, both sharing a look of concern.

Harry turned to the Headmaster, his eyes looking at the Journal just as an idea came to him, "Professor, may I have that?" It was almost as if Dumbledore knew what he was up to, he had only smiled knowingly at his student and nodded then proceeded to watch Harry remove his sock and slip it between the pages of the journal and took off after the Malfoy's and Dobby, "Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco stopped and turned to face Harry. He really didn't want to leave, his father was scaring him, and after he'd back handed him that night Draco was sadly afraid of his father, but his reaction to Harry had Draco and Dobby step aside from the two as Harry handed his father the journal. It hit him just then. Draco had in fact seen that journal before, in his fathers' study at home.

'What has he done!?' Draco looked at his father with utter shock.

"Whatever is this for, Potter."

"I think you already know sir. I think you're the one that slipped the diary into Ginny Weasley's cauldron while in Diagon Alley in the Book shop. No one noticed it because you were too busy trying to start a fight with Mr. Weasley that no one noticed you slipping the journal into her cauldron with her own book."

Draco's jaw dropped, he had been watching the scene unfold himself, but he was too busy laughing at the fight that he really did not see his father do the slide of hand. He had intentionally endangered children, even his own son, in hopes to bring something dangerous back into the Wizarding world. Draco couldn't help but shout out at his father in horror and disbelief. The problem was that Draco believe his father was capable of something like this, and that sacred Draco the most.

"I knew it! I knew that journal looked familiar! You endangered everyone here, even me, your own child!" Draco shouted, wishing he didn't believe this, but he was heartbroken that he was unable to believe his father was incapable of this act.

Lucius turned a stern glare to his son and tossed the book into Dobby's arms harshly, "Come along, Dobby. Draco, now!"

Already infuriated, Draco's mind spun with thoughts. His heart sank when his Aunt Mira came to mind, "Did you kill Aunt Mira!" Draco's heart stopped when he's father froze in mid-step and gave him a disappointed look, "No, the house just burned to the ground, I-"

"Master has given Dobby a sock?" the dear elf's voice was filled with excitement, shock and disbelief at what he was holding in his hand. He couldn't believe it, but it was true, he was holding clothes in his very palm. The House Elf, Dobby, was free.

"Wait, what?" Lucius turned to Dobby with confusion and found him holding a tall, grey, sock with a happy smile, "Dobby is free!" Draco and Harry had panicked when Lucius turned on Harry like a were-wolf ready to kill as he pulled his wand free, aimed at Harry. Rage burning in his piercing blue eyes.

Draco had been frightened as he watched his father direct his wand towards Harry had begun the beginning words of a cure Draco knew, even at his young age, was forbidden to use, especially towards a child. The killing curse. Draco had no idea he had moved until he'd knocked them both to the ground to keep Harry from being hit by a curse. A curse which hadn't been given the chance to leave his fathers' wand. All thanks to Dobby, who had sent a spell to Lucius sending the now mentally unstable Wizard flying backwards away from the children.

Both kids looked to one another in fear and shock. Lucius Malfoy had not only meant to attack a Hogwarts child on Hogwarts grounds, but his own son as well. They watched as Lucius stood from his fallen place and glared with deep seated malice at both Harry and Draco as he growled out to Harry, something he hadn't realized he would soon regret, "Your parents were meddlesome fools! You'll meet the same, sticky, end… Draco! Come!"

"No, I'm not going home with you, you can send my mother or Aunt Mira. If she really is alive! Why'd you tell me she was dead!" Draco shouted with demand.

Lucius was already on the border lines of insane from what had just happened, he knew he was bound to be arrested, especially from his actions against a child. His own son, but Draco's refusal to leave with him and bringing up 'Mira' had just done the job of sending him in a downward spiral, "That woman is not your Aunt! Your mother brought that disgusting Mud-blood into our home, paraded her around our home and family as if she were family! Mira Black is Emma Evans, and that creature is not your Aunt!"

Both boys had stared at him in horror at what he was saying, "Th-that's not possible," Draco didn't feel good. He let dizzy and nauseated.

"Yes, it is very possible. Your mother betrayed us in the first War, Draco. Emma and your mother somehow grew close, when I started catching onto her strange activates, I questioned her. Then Mira Black shows up two weeks later. I had no proof she was Emma, but I finally found the proof this past year and set out to do a family cleansing. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the house but with your mother unable to contact her dear friend and Emma left out of the loop and thus, out of the way… Emma Evans and that family of hers' is dangerous, Draco. Now, come home at once!" Lucius growled, his senses finally coming back to him, paling five shades and nearly green in the face upon realizing that he had just screamed a confession. Not only to his son but to Harry Potter and Dobby, a newly free House Elf, and anyone around that had heard this could help convict him.

Unfortunately, it was the female's screeching that had him shivering. "LUCIUS MALFOY!"

A screech that was filled with anger and venom as she stormed swiftly down the corridors, red in the face. Her fists clenched like a vice and death in her eyes. She was out for blood, but how did she know he was there? He knew that voice.

'Time to go.' Lucius Disapparated right out of the corridor, out of Hogwarts and fleeing back home as Emma came rushing towards the two boys, checking them of any injuries.

Draco's mind was in a whirlwind, "You're Mira? Why didn't you just tell me?" Draco was understandably upset, and she didn't blame him. She had lied to him and she had kept with being 'dead'.

"I didn't know how to tell you, Draco. I thought you would have been safer had I stayed quiet. Especially, when I was finally told 'Mira' was supposed to be dead. Everything seemed to simmer down for a bit. I haven't heard from your mother in months and I didn't want to say anything until I had heard from her regarding what to do, she never brought it up, probably didn't have the chance to really think about it to give me an answer." Emma explained with slight panic.

Okay, that was understandable, though he was still upset with her as he huffed and puffed, but it hadn't stopped the tears rolling down his face. Throwing himself into her arms, Draco cried, "Can I stay with you for a while, please? I don't want to go back to that place with him, not like he is. What's happening to him?"

Emma's heart shattered, there was only so much she could do with this situation. Harry's parents were dead, she could fight and win for him, but Lucius had his hands deep in the Ministry. She may be more than just refused Draco, she'd be forbidden from seeing him and Narcissa, that much she knew for sure. Lucius may not always look like much, but he had power to back him up, meaning a lot of people with deep pockets. And unless she was given permission from one of the parents Emma knew she could only keep Draco for as long as was allowed by the parents. The last thing she wanted to happen was Draco being forcefully removed from her care and home, "Of course, but you understand that even if I, we, like it or not, I have to hand you over to your parents whether we like it or not. You understand that, right?"

Harry watched sadly at the interaction as Draco nodded with sniffs here and there as he cried, he was relieved Draco wasn't going back to that environment right then, but how long could his Aunt keep the boy safe?

Draco had so much locked up inside that he had finally let it all out with his breakdown, he didn't mind going home with his mother, but not his father, he was terrified of his father, he had tried to kill a student, a child on school grounds in front of his own son and had not backed down at all even when Draco had knocked Harry to the ground to try to help prevent him from not only being hurt but killed by his father. The only reason the boys were still alive was because of Dobby's quick actions to stop his previous, and rather cruel, Master.

"Come on, let's go have you two looked at." Emma smiled happily to both her nephews and wrapped an arm around them both, one of their own arms around her as she walked them to the Hospital wing. She had spoken with Minerva who had been currently in the middle of leaving the Hospital wing herself from checking in on Ginny.

Emma had sent the boys in while she stayed in the hall to speak with McGonagall. "He did what! He tried attacking them both! His own son even? Oh my, I can't possibly imagine how Narcissa is taking this down spiral. Do you think she'll be alright? Maybe she'll leave him after that?" Minerva was only speaking with hope, for Draco's future safety, but Emma had no idea what Narcissa would do.

"I don't know, she loves Lucius dearly, but her son is her pride and joy. Draco's everything to her, but I guess we'll find out."

Their attention turned as quick steps and a hard clack from a walking stick hit the stone floors heading their ways.

Emma knew the sound of that walking stick. She was curious as to why he would be there, but it was Remus's frightened look as he rushed around the corner with an equally disturbed Alastor Moody.

Remus hadn't said a word. He'd stopped millimeters from Emma and grabbed her arms in a vise grip. She saw the fear in his eyes, fear that terrified her, Remus was scared, which means she may have a reason to be also, "What's going on, Remus?"

"Sirius is out, he broke out of Azkaban. Emma, we have to move you and Harry from the Manor, he may be on his way there right now."

This took her off guard so far that her mind was not registering what was going on, "Emma, did you hear me! Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban." Remus repeated. He panicked when she began shaking her head.

"No, I-I'm not leaving. It's Harry's home, my home now that I have Harry."

"Emma-"

"No! Remus, I'm not moving us, I will not uproot us like last time. The Estate was James and Lily's home. Harry has a right to have happy memories of the home like his father had growing up. I-I can't. I won't… No, if I feel the need to take him and the others somewhere safer than the Estate, I'll… I'll take them to the Cabin, or Molly and Arthur." Emma was trying to come up with 'logical' reasons not to move Harry and herself. If Sirius was out, there was only very few places he'd go too, but James Potter's Potter Estate was the first place she knew Sirius Black would head for. That was home. His apartment had been ransacked then re-rented. She knew Sirius would have known better than to go back there.

If Sirius was on his way to the Potter Estate then she was staying right there, she had to see him, had to hold him, tell him she was sorry. That she tried to get him out, tried to see him.

"We'll put defense charms around the house then, an alarm system in case he comes around. The moment he steps through, he'll have a body bound charm lock him in place." Alastor said and began walking away before Emma had the chance to say anything to prevent it.

On the run

'I'm coming for you Wormtail. When I find you, I'll get rid of you like I should have twelve years ago!' His breath was ragging. He was a mess, he knew of only one place to go besides Grimmauld place, and that was the Potter Estate, to Emma. The thought of seeing her was a great joy he had missed for years. The feel of her hair, her skin, her lips, her smell of fresh roses in spring water. Her deep emerald eyes staring at him with love and happiness, her smile, her voice, "I love you, Sirius Black,"

"Marry me,"

"Stay alive, no matter what, Love."

He couldn't help but feel his heart shatter at his last words to her, the kiss, the hug. He never wanted to let her go. He hadn't been there to protect them from the one person they should have been able to trust, and he was the one, the reason, the Potters, his best friend, his family, had been led to the slaughter like lamps because he had turned them over to Peter Pettigrew.