After Severus Snape had saved the life of Draco Malfoy, Aurelia Lestrange had visited Draco in the hospital wing, she held his hand and forgave him with a small kiss to his cheek. Draco closed his eyes and a single tear rolled down and across the place that was still warm from her lips, he had such a steel composure for so long that it was alien to Aurelia to see him in such a state of despair.

Once healed; Draco continued to work alone in the Room of Requirement, he needed to fix his half of a vanishing cabinet that formed a passage with another one in Borgin and Burkes in Diagon Alley. Malfoy was also aware that once this was complete it meant that the most dangerous part of his task was close, the part he feared the most.

He had grown impatient and frightened when his progress faltered but he was obligated by ego to carry on. Inevitably the night came for the Deatheaters decent. Now with the help of his deadly peers he would have to commit a murder. Even if he didn't want to do that he had to make his imprisoned father proud, he had to uphold the family name. Draco had no choice, it was his life or theirs.

Bellatrix Lestrange sauntered from the cabinet and into the school, she cackled into the cold stale air. Behind her, others entered. Draco edged backwards away from the evil that he had unleashed nonetheless Bellatrix stalked towards him, gave his arm a squeeze, her alarming brown eyes crawled over his lips, her tongue flicked out of her mouth to lick her own before she continued to walk on. He had started his school year with confidence in his choices but now fear solely spurred him on.

Severus Snape was the one who completed Draco's task, Draco had failed to cast the killing curse. Dumbledore was dead. The wizarding world was plunged into darkness once more, the Deatheaters had also overthrown the ministry of magic. Aurelia refused to accept that the professor who had given her such freedom and talent, could have murdered a fellow Hogwarts professor and an extremely powerful man such as Albus Dumbledore, however both him and Draco were absent from school after the Headmaster's death so were the rumours true? Even when Aurelia returned home to Malfoy Manor for summer Draco wasn't there.

The girl was greeted by her mother in the dining room with a small peck on her cheek and a fix of her appearance. Aurelia was then left alone with a large hairy man, he was twice as big as her and he held his large paw of a hand out to take her own.

"I've heard about you miss" and Aurelia placed her hand in the palm of his, the vast size of his hand wrapped almost double around hers and he placed his hot and wiry lips on the top of the white hand he squeezed. Aurelia was silent, her blackened eyelashes lifted to his head as he let go of her hand.

"Greyback" she stated with a bow of her head, "I've read about you". Her eyes met with the bronze glow of his.

He spread a gloating snarl across his face.

"I'm not afraid of you" she sneered back and helped herself to a goblet of wine from the table.

His eyes narrowed, and his teeth peeked from below his tip top lip, "You should be." He walked towards the doors, "I trust you read that I prey on minors".

Aurelia raised her eyes from her beverage in recognition that she had just received a threat. She was to be 16 in a few months and she thought about Draco, he turned 16 and was marked. Aurelia had seen his Darkmark last summer, she had attempted to touch his arm but as her fingers got closer to his skin, the tips of her fingers tingled and the snake under his skin coiled closer to her. Draco had stirred and rolled the other way, so she laid wide awake next to him and listened to the screams of strangers echo through the manor for another night.

The doors closed behind the werewolf, his sweaty stench lingered and reminded Aurelia of how much she longed to be far away from there.

Aurelia travelled undisturbed to her room, her doors were repaired. She thumbed over the carved wood and engraved door handle and pushed it. Inside, Draco stood with his arms wrapped around his body and a sorry expression on his face. He looked utterly defenceless and pathetic. Aurelia hurried and locked her door behind her, she kicked her school shoes off and jumped over her bed to his side.

Tears were ready to burst from his eyes but all he could do was shake his head and purse his lips. "I couldn't do it", his voice was course and his lips slick with thick white spit. "He's going to kill me, look. It moves when he's near" and he relinquished his tight embrace to show Aurelia his arm. The girl observed the skull and snake tattoo, it pulsated and curled under his pale skin, the veins of his arm were also thick with purple blood.

"Does it hurt?" Aurelia asked. Draco hesitated and looked at her directly in her eyes, he shook his head no and turned his body to stare out of her window again. "Did it hurt when ... it's my birthday soon."

She took a step forward and laced her arms under his own and pressed her body to his back. Both bodies relaxed slightly into the hold, he sighed with a sob. Aurelia could feel his stomach muscles hick under her spread palms. He groaned in pain and gripped his arm, behind them somewhere in the house a loud boom vibrated through the air and the pair spun to that direction. Draco's blue eyes were vividly contrasted against the redness of his eye lids, he looked to Aurelia's bedroom doors in horror and back to her face, he grunted again.

"He's here, he's calling me" Malfoy was in a panic, his arm throbbed, and his veins thumped. Aurelia acted in hast too, she buried both of her hands into the hair at the back of his head and forced his mouth to hers. She pulled on his body to get him to respond, but he denied her, she could taste his salty tears on his lips. Draco pulled his face away, supressed another moan of agony back into his throat again and rested his forehead on hers for a moment before fleeing her room. Aurelia looked in his direction and placed her fingers over her mouth, she wasn't sure if she would see him again.

That night, an intruder quietly unlocked her doors and allowed himself entry. Aurelia was asleep, but it was evident that she had been crying, her face was a blackish mess as was her pillow.

The man was intoxicated and fell onto her bed which startled Aurelia, her scream was blocked by the mans hand around her face, but she kicked and punched at him. It wasn't until she was pinned underneath his body that she recognised who this man was. With his body weight slowly compressing the air from her lungs and the smell of the alcohol on his breath taking its place, she grimaced.

"I thought you were in prison" she spat, literally into his face and squirmed beneath him.

Lucius Malfoy lifted his large hand from its place gripped around her right forearm to check its purity.

"They've not got you yet" he breathed, his eyes rolled back into his head and he bit his bottom lip as Aurelia continued in her attempts to shift his weight. He exhaled her name from his stained mouth and buried his face in her neck.

"I can't breathe" Aurelia was disappointed, she hadn't considered Lucius's release from prison in her plans to escape. She was also disappointed because she wasn't as disgusted to see him as she thought she should have been.

"Get out!" A firm voice bellowed from the doors to her room.