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July 11th, 1993

Killian sighed, running a hand through his shortly kept hair as he walked toward the conference-press room of M.A.C.U.S.A Headquarters ready to give an official statement to the public on behalf of both countries.

As the current magical ambassador for England and America, it was his job to oversee matters just like this, and these were the ones he dreaded the most. The ones that could leave nothing but turmoil, destruction, and heartache in their wakes. The ones where both countries would likely be pointing fingers as to who was truly to blame.

Still, he would do everything in his power to defuse the situation. Especially since what had occurred wouldn't just affect the two magical congresses but those he cared about most, as one of America's most notorious dark witches had aided in the escape of an Azkaban Prisoner. That prisoner was none other than Draco's father.

The news that he'd just heard over an hour ago, had hit him with such force, he'd almost lost his footing. It was of course decided that both Narcissa and Draco be placed under Auror protection and taken to a secret location to ensure their safety, but Killian was quick to add that Lucius would likely have a vendetta against the family who had created such a change in his.

He was certain that when Lucius discovered his only son had lived under the roof of a family that associated with muggles and muggle-borns alike, had influenced Draco and was likely the reason he'd become a Gryffindor and best friends to the boy who lived, his hatred would rage until said family was wiped out.

It hadn't taken much to convince the heads of congress that he was likely right before Victoria and Cassia were sent off for the summer as well. Very few knew the location, and those who did were bound by an unbreakable vow to keep the information safe.

Killian hadn't enjoyed being away from his wife and daughter after such news, but knew that both magical communities needed to know something was being done and order would soon be restored. It was up to him to provide that kind of comfort and he hoped his words would be enough.

"You'll give your speech and there will be time for five questions." Wallace, his long time assistant, had stated before pulling open the door.

With a nod, Killian entered the room, as members of press from across the globe quickly began to rise to their feet in anticipation.

One Week Later

Draco stared at the enchanted ceiling, watching the clouds gently move as if a wind had suddenly built inside his small but adequate room. As the sun continued to rise, the ceiling above changed to imitate the view; casting vibrant shades of orange and red across the gray walls.

His mind seemed to be racing over every detail of his life as he considered the news of his father. He wondered what the man would think of him now after everything Draco had been through in the last couple of years at Hogwarts(not to mention the way he'd spent his life before attending school).

Afterall, it was Draco, Hermione, Harry, and Cassia that had gotten pass each obstacle and discovered Professor Quirrell was a conduit for Voldemort all along.

When they'd reached the wizard's chess, it was thanks to Draco's excellent strategy and gameplay they'd won. Upon entering the grand room with the mirror of Erised, Quirrell had sent Cassia, Draco, and Hermione soaring across the room and directly into the stone wall, rendering their small frames unconscious, given Harry was the only one he truly wanted.

Still, they'd worked together as one. Hermione knowing everything about Devil's Snare, Cassia realizing which key they would need and spotting it before Harry retrieved it on the broom, and finally Draco's skills at chess. Each playing a significant part in order to save the school.

In his second year, the dark wizard, Aduna Adams had gotten her hands on Tom Riddle's Diary. Which, as it had turned out, had been hidden at Malfoy Manor. During the summer before school, Draco and his mother had left their home to celebrate Harry's birthday. Upon returning, the entire manor had been turned upside down.

It was clear whoever had ransacked the manor was looking for something specific, but as far as Draco and Narcissa knew all their belongings remained in the home, and poor Dobby-the family house elf- had been rendered unconscious during the event.

For months the random invasion remained a mystery that was quickly overshadowed with news of the Chamber of Secrets being opened at Hogwarts.

Soon, gossip began to spread and students couldn't decide whether Draco or Harry was the heir of Slytherin. Harry, who could speak Parseltongue. And Draco, whose father was a servant of the Dark Lord. To most students, it could have been either of them (despite them both having stopped Voldemort just a year before. It was amazing to Draco how thick people could get when it came to pointing blame at who they considered the easiest targets).

Hermione and Cassia had worked harder than ever to discover what or who could be petrifying victims at such an alarming rate, and how they were managing to do so without being detected.

As months passed, it seemed the two girls had cracked the case, but not before Hermione was petrified(as awful as Cassia, Draco, and Harry had felt, they found comfort in knowing she was still alive and would soon be revived by Madam Pomfrey's concoction).

It was only under Sirius' strict instructions that the children not go into the sewers of the school, after Cassia realized the basilisk must be navigating through the pipes, which explained why Myrtle had been attacked in the bathroom).

Sirius, fearing the bloody school would ignore the children once more, took matters into his own hands. With the help of Remus Lupin, his long time friend, they managed to defeat the basilisk, and destroy Voldemort's diary with the venom of one of the fangs(which Remus stated the fang needed to be saved as it was strange that nothing else seemed to work on it and he knew he'd need to research why… Not to mention how vague Dumbledore had been regarding the entire incident when they'd discussed their dealing with Voldemort. It was.. Strange, to say the least, and only made Remus feel as if he hadn't been given all the details).

Though Sirius and Remus had been the ones to fight the basilisk, without Draco and his friends, Voldemort had likely succeeded, and the thought had him wondering what Lucius would have said to him had he been there to witness it all.

Draco and Lucius had shared a name. That was it. Beyond that it seemed they were as distant, in beliefs and character, as the east was from the west. And having witnessed what so much hate toward someone because of their blood could cause, there was no doubt in Draco's mind he was on the right side of things(his father did wind up in prison and was despised by the entire wizarding community, afterall).

Having to go into hiding hadn't settled right with Draco. He'd almost wished he could just confront his father and be done with it. At least if he did, then himself and the people he cared about could be at home where they belonged. Still, he also knew the risk Lucius could have toward his mother who had chosen to testify against him, and Narcissa's well being meant more to him than his own life. If one thing was for certain and Lucius had somehow managed to find them, Draco was ready to protect his mother at all costs. Including killing the bastard if need be. Even if he had some dark witch who called herself "The Witch Servant of Voldemort" aiding him. Draco would take them both on(Draco had the tendency to think very highly of himself, but more than just his overconfidence, was his willingness to protect his mother).

"Hungry?" Cassia asked as she stood in the doorway to Draco's room.

Her long curls fell to her waist as she fiddled with a strand, waiting for Draco's response.

Cassia had grown in the last few months, and was beginning to look more like her mother, in face and frame, day by day. Draco, too had grown, and was now several inches taller than his closest friends. It seemed that with finally becoming a teenager, everything was changing. Whether that meant physical appearance or knowledge of a possible impending future, his third year at Hogwarts(if he was as able to bloody go, Draco worried.) would be vastly different.

"My mom made hashbrowns and bacon." She added, tapping her stomach excitedly.

"I'll be down in a minute." Draco answered. His eyes were still glued to the enchanted ceiling.

Cassia bit her lip, nodding. She'd noticed how quiet Draco had been since the moment they'd heard news of his father's escape. She hadn't even received a single smart remark since they'd arrived at the beach house in Lincoln City, Oregon. His distance was beginning to fill Cassia with worry, but she understood Draco would have a lot on his mind. He was the kind of boy who cared deeply for his loved ones, and knowing their safety could be at risk because of his own father must have been hard to digest.

"Okay." She replied before making her way toward the kitchen.

With a sigh, Draco sat upright in his bed, trying to escape the loud thoughts that continued to crowd his mind. He couldn't change his father's escape nor could he change that everyone was right in assuming Lucius would likely seek him out. For now, he would simply have to keep his guard up and when the time came to fight, count on his own skill to keep himself and the ones he loved alive.

After a quicker shower and change of clothes, Draco made his way down the hall of the single level beach home. He could hear his mother and Victoria talking to one another from the dining room as he glanced toward the sliding door that exited from the living room. Outside, the ocean was within walking distance, and could be seen just beyond the small yard.

"Good morning, Draco." Victoria said, with a warm smile.

"Morning, dear." His mother said between sips of her tea. Her hair was curled and pinned in a vintage updo, and her makeup already was already done despite it only being eight in the morning. Narcissa was always so well put together, and it was why Draco had chosen to dress before coming down. A Malfoy always took pride in their appearance, and breakfast was no different. His dark grey button down and black slacks were finely pressed without a single wrinkle in sight.

Cassia, who still wore pajamas, smiled as she placed a fork full of hashbrowns on top of her toast before taking a bite. "Any chance Draco and I could go down to the beach and check out the no-maj festival this weekend?" She asked, looking to both her mother and Narcissa. "It's finally sunny out and I've had my fill of indoor activities."

Cassia pouted her lip, looking to Draco, hoping he'd agree to going. With a smirk he rolled his eyes, shrugging as if to reply he didn't care.

Like many times before, Draco could feel the pit of his stomach respond to Cassia's smile, that lit up the hazel in her eyes. But he'd grown used to the sensation how to ignore it entirely. Cassia was simply a beautiful girl and it wasn't as if Draco was too daft to notice, he just knew better than to acknowledge a senseless reaction when she was more to him then a possible first kiss(not to mention it was just as likely Cassia saw him as a brother and nothing more. Which from that point of view seemed a bit pervy).

"If Douglas is okay with it, I don't see why

not." Victoria started out, looking to Narcissa. "We place the disguise spell on them anyway"(which allowed them to still look like one another to each other but differently to the rest of the world). She paused pointing a stern finger at them both. "And if they promise not to make spectacles of themselves I will be fine with it."

Narcissa sighed before giving a quick nod. "Both of you don't stray from Douglas' view."

Cassia beamed as she shoved the last few bites of her breakfast into her mouth."Wouldn't dream of it." She said before using her wand to send her plate and empty cup toward the sink, rushing down the hall to get ready.

"Draco?" Victoria started. "Watch over each other" She winked.

Draco nodded with confidence. It was an overwhelming compliment that both Killian and Victoria trusted him to keep her safe, and they'd said as much, as he'd proven just that by standing beside her through everything so far.

"And Draco?" His mother said, wanting him to not feel so isolated, but still filled with worry over hers husband's escape. "No unnecessary heroic acts for once. Not when it comes to him."

Draco hadn't expected this. She'd said very little since they'd find out Lucius escaped, and it was almost as if she refused to acknowledge it all. He could see the worry hidden behind her eyes, despite her efforts to disguise it. Draco's eyebrows seemed to narrow as his jaw tensed. For a moment he'd wanted to console her and explain they'd be okay and he'd make sure of it, but held his tongue.

"Alright, mum." He replied, obediently.

As Draco continued to eat, the two mothers continued to make pleasant conversation. Commenting on such things as how the Oregon Coast was cloudy much like England most days or the different places either of them had visited in their lifetime. Something about their simple conversation made Draco think they were merely distracting themselves from the worries around them. Like if they just kept talking, their minds wouldn't focus on the one thought that loomed over them all. Perhaps being raised by two strong and determined woman was exactly why he was attempting to do the same.

Cassia exhaled slowly, shaking off the sudden butterflies that filled her stomach. Having just put on a fresh coat of mascara, and a blush lip balm, she leaned against the far wall from the sink staring at her own reflection. She'd always had large eyes but the mascara had shown just how long her dark lashes were, making her eyes all the more honey green. She hardly ever pinned up her hair(given how thick her hair was and the sheer amount of time it took to do so) and instead let it surround her as usual, as it touched the yellow summer dress she'd chosen to wear. It was thinly strapped, fell just above her knees, and was covered in small blue flowers. Underneath were thigh length spandex, since she assumed she'd be able to convince him to get on one ride(and these spandex had a place to hold her wand securely). On her feet were a pair of all white sneakers and blue socks that peeked slightly beyond her shoe.

She'd done her best to look adorable but in truth she knew it was in vain. Over her second year at Hogwarts, Cassia began to see Draco in a different light. She could feel the butterflies that formed every time he teased her. Or the way her heart seemed to respond on Christmas when he'd picked out a leather journal with her name engraved on the front cover, that was made to open when it sensed she was upset and needed to get something off her chest. With every moment together, Cassia knew without a doubt, she was crushing on Draco Malfoy(or fancied him as her Hogwarts Alumni would say).

Cassia bit her lip, smacking her hand lightly to her forehead. "Just go out there and pretend it doesn't matter." She told herself before reaching for the handle of the door, knowing that outside of her own mind, it didn't matter. Having a silly crush was a waste of time when the boy she liked had been raised by her parents for a while and teased you like a brother would his sister.

"Are you setting up camp in there or are we actually leaving?" Draco said sarcastically from the hall as Cassia had pulled open the door, causing the two to practically collide into one another.

Draco swallowed taking in her appearance. Her long lashes drawing his attention to her eyes as he tried to play off his lapse of concentration with a snarky remark.

"Should I dare enter the loo or is it rank with the smell of your shit?"

Cassia let out a grunt of annoyance. "You're such a jerk, and I didn't even take a shit!" she yelled, shoving passed his shoulder.

"Cassia Picquery!" Victoria shouted disapprovingly from the kitchen.

Cassia rolled her eyes, as her arms flew above her head before she fell onto the couch, shaking her head at his comment. If nothing else, it only confirmed she was right by thinking this crush was a complete waste of time.

Draco chuckled to himself as he shut the door to the bathroom behind him. To him, nothing was more adorable than a riled up Cassia.

Cassia beamed as the two friends walked amongst the crowd of no-maj's enjoying the days festivities at the fair.

They'd first played a game of throwing arrows at balloons followed by getting on a couple rides that turned Draco's stomach into knots(he had to admit, he did enjoy how hard it made her laugh and the way she'd grabbed his arm to keep her steady).

It had been an afternoon of simple fun and had taken him back to the years he'd grown up beside her. Yet, something in the air was different, and some of it had to do with that yellow dress, Draco thought to himself.

"Do you remember the first no-maj fair my mom and dad took us to?" Cassia said as she picked at the giant wad of pink cotton candy on a stick.

Draco's eyes shifted around at the muggles around them as they walked. Some holding water guns as they aimed it at the small hole to get their object to the top first, while others screamed with excitement on the rides that jolted them in each direction(and he'd known that for a fact as he'd just tried them himself).

"Of course." Draco said with a soft chuckle. "Your dad jumped out of that seat with incredible speed just to be sick in the closest bin."

Cassia made a sick face before laughing. "Mom just kept saying she told him he was too old for the Zipper. But dad never turns down a challenge."

"I still say that ride is a death trap." Draco added before glancing behind the two of them at Douglas was who was not even ten yards back, keeping a close eye but trying to act like he was used to everything around him, despite having never been around muggles.

If it hadn't been for his time with the Picquery's, Draco would have found himself as surprised as Douglas. They weren't like other wizarding families he'd known in London. They frequently enjoyed many muggle customs and celebrated both cultures for what they were and what they had to offer.

Draco's eyes narrowed on the girl beside him as he noticed Cassia stop dead in her tracks; A far off look in her worried eyes had him tilting his head with concern.

"Cass, you alright?" He said, making sure no one else could hear him say her name.

She didn't reply, and the more time that passed the more uneasy Draco began to feel. Standing before her, he gripped both her arms, facing Cassia directly within his line of sight. His action caused Douglas to quickly move beside the two young wizards.

"Is something wrong, Miss?" Douglas asked. He was a little shorter than Draco( who could have easily rested his chin on Cassia's head had she been in his arms right then and he was beginning to think she needed it) with black hair and a pointed chin. He was quiet but one could sense he was more than capable of holding his own in a duel.

Draco's grasp tightened as he fought the urge to shake her. "Cass, what is going on?" He asked sternly.

She blinked, taking a deep breath before looking at Draco. "I just had the most awful feeling." She started out. Draco took notice of the alarm in her voice before she continued. "Like- like something bad is happen- or- or already has."

Douglas had been an auror long enough to know better than to doubt a good witch or wizards instinct, and Cassia had impressed him time and again. She was vastly knowledgeable for one so young and seemed to be a master of investigation- a skill perfect for a future Auror and something she'd proven in her short time at Hogwarts.

"I say we head back immediately." Douglas announced. By his tone it was clear he wasn't making a suggestion and as disappointed as Cassia was to hear they'd be leaving, something was definitely up, and she only hoped when they returned to the beach house her mother and Narcissa were both completely fine.

Douglas lead the way as Draco and Cassia quickly followed, zigzagging between food vendors, looking for a place to apparate where no wandering eyes would catch them. Once he'd found it, Douglas grabbed hold of both their arms as tightly as possible and popped out of sight before emerging just outside the home.

Cassia, who lost her balance from the sensation, tried to regain focus as the world around her still spun.

Draco, who did his best not to chunder, staggering as he followed Douglas inside, glancing back at Cassia to be sure she was doing the same.

Victoria, who was reading on the couch(to no one's surprise) looked at each if them wmin surprise.

"Back so soon? I figured you wouldn't be here till at least dusk." She tapped her chin in thought before narrowing her eyes. "I didn't short change you with the muggle money I gave, did I? Those events do have the tendency to gouge you for every bit ya' got."

"No, I still got plenty." Cassia replied before Draco changed the subject.

"Where's my mum?"

"Right here, darling." Narcissa announced as she came around the corner from the bedrooms. She glanced at her son intently, taking quick notice of the concern in his stance.

"Douglas, did something happen?" Victoria asked, rising to her feet.

He quickly shook his head. "No, not necessarily."

"I don't like the way you worded that sentence." Victoria said, before pulling out her wand on instinct.

"Cassia got a feeling something bad had happened or was going to." Douglas started out. "So I thought it best we head back." he raised a finger as if to point something out before continuing. "I made sure no one was following us, and could tell we were the only non-muggles there."

Narcissa moved toward everyone else before being startled by the very muggle device on the table. It rang several times before Victoria shut up to answer it.

It had been Killian's idea to use the phone in emergencies. It was a simple no-maj device that magical people never bothered to even try, and anyone who might be looking for them would never track it. It was clever, but as the third ring filled the air, Victoria felt her heart race with fear.

Grabbing the receiver from the wall, she it to her ear and swallowed. "Conner residence." She said, just like her and Killian had practiced.

"Victoria?" The voice on the other end, that she immediately recognized as Killian's assistant, Wallace.

'Where's Killian?" She asked worriedly, gripping the cord that connected the phone to the wall.

"There was an incident at the hotel he was staying at-"

"Where's my husband, Wallace." She interrupted

"We don't know." He started out. "They ambushed us. There were five of them, all working for Aduna, we assume. And Killian-he." Wallace struggled to say the words, knowing what they would do to her. "He's gone missing."

A/N

Thanks again for reading another chapter! I apologize to any reader who were looking forward to my take on COS. Truth is, I kept trying to write in it but my take kept pushing me to POA and where I plan to go from there. Clearly, the escapee here is Lucius. You'll notice I might add a few spells(such as the disguise spell) of my own as the story progresses. It's different than Polyjuice in that it doesn't make you look like an entirely different individual just alters you enough to throw someone off the trail. This is, of course, my own story so if you wanted a beat for beat to the original i suggest you not come to fanfiction haha.

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