Author's Note: Since many have been telling me to use P.O.V I will. I don't like how unprofessional it makes my piece look, but I'll do it for the sake of it not being too confusing. Muahahahahaha!

Chapter Twelve:

A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, but not in my case. A new identity, another life. It will be difficult and seemingly impossible to stay away from all the friends I have acquired. I shall have to start anew. Gain more trust. Gain back my dignity. Only someone weak would hide. Ask for the shelter of others just to stay alive.

I've ashamed my self. I've shamed my title. I've shamed my family.

I look up towards the window of the train. I've been sent home for a month or so. I can't just reappear after the death of someone so loved. It would be disrespectful and suspicious.

Sighing I finger the necklace given to me by Narcissa, my Secret Keeper. Ironic isn't it? The mother of my love knows the one secret that could break him.

My thoughts have always been complicated, but now a new life? Why should I have to pretend anymore? I'm mature enough to take care of myself. I don't care anymore. I've been through so much and to start over isn't worth it.

I grasp the necklace tighter. Anger is consuming me. Blinding me. I don't want to be a fool. Hiding. Caring only for myself. This must end… It will end now.

"Michael." I whisper. "I'm here for you. Come for me. Come now." My eyes shut tightly as I feel the train slowing. "You want me. I'm willing to submit. I need you. I need your help."

My grip gets harder. I feel like I'm going to break this delicate gift. Nothing can stop me.

My eyes snap open. I see the swirling of this dimension enclose upon me. It's beautiful yet dangerous how the darkness encases my form. My arms snap to my sides and I'm immobilized like before.. It's too late to turn back now.

If you can hear me Draco… I'm sorry.

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Draco's P.O.V.

I retreated to this sanctuary yet again. The shrieking shack. The one shattered window with rags as curtains shows the moon. The last orb of hope that shines in my life.

I gaze down at my hands, burnt and shining from my practices. Strange how fire is my calm. Sierra was always fascinated with ice. The beauty of it. Like her. An angel carved from crystals so pure. My shoulders shake and the tears fall again. Here I can retreat and cry in peace.

Confusion has plagued me for so long. I kissed Granger… No longer Hermione in my eyes. She was simply a replacement, but the kiss was so similar to my angel's. My queen. I'm almost happy because of her death. She caused more problems than worth. Yes, she was pleasant to look at, but she could never replace the experience I had with Sierra.

A cold chill passes through and a gust of wind comes as my eagle owl flies to my outstretched arm where she perches. Falcon was the only gift I ever appreciated from my father. That was, until I discovered that it was meant for Jasmine but she wanted something better. She wanted a doll. A beautiful hand painted doll that Sierra fancied too. She might be older, but she was a child inside. Jasmine always said that Sierra looked like the porcelain creature. I grudgingly agreed, though I despise my younger sister. She has no heart yet she is favored for the power that she holds within her weak body.

My mother calls her the light of her life. I am merely the heir.

Falcon hoots softly and sticks out a leg. Attached is a simple letter rolled up to show it was written in haste.

Draco,

I hope you receive this in time. Many things have been hidden from you over the years and I believe it's time to let you know of the truth. A charm has been placed on this note so that you will be immediately transported to Mrs. Ventina's household. Bring Falcon with you. Please be kind to your sister, she is ill and she holds useful information.

Love,

Mother

Be kind to my sister. Unlikely. "I promise nothing mother." At this, I feel myself pulled in behind my navel and I begin to hate the promptness of portkeys.

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Sierra's P.O.V

I feel silk. Fine silk. My arms are free to move once again and I raise them above my head and scrunch the silk in my hands. It has always been the best feeling in my opinion. How watery and free it is. Melted ice.

I am careful not to open my eyes because I know that once I do, this happy feeling will disappear. I will be slapped in the face by cold reality, how harsh it is.

Tiredness begins to consume me, but I fear that if I fall under the spell of sleep I will wake up a different person.

I seem to always be hiding behind my eyes. Pretending to be unconscious, asleep, hiding my emotions. He won't believe it for long. He's not an idiot… Though I wish he was.

"Sierra…" A whisper, a surprisingly comforting one. "Wake up. I know your tricks."

The only way for me to sit up though, is to let go of the silk. I don't want to, it's to perfect.

"I see that you enjoy my sheets. Though I must recommend that you stop lying there, it's very difficult for me not to imagine." I can hear the smirk behind his smirk. The smirk that was so common among us.

I decide to take his word for it. I let go of the precious fabric and open my eyes. I see only the ceiling and its beautiful carvings of serpents. My friends. Using my arms as a lift, a sit up slowly, enjoying the feeling of his bed under my fingertips.

Then I see him across the room, lounging in black leather loveseat. His eyes, the blue I can never draw myself away from, they beckon me to him without a word. I slide across the four-poster, feeling my dress ride up to my thighs. My dress? I don't recall wearing one.

"Do you like your change of clothes?" He asks as I stand finally, after what seems like hours.

"I don't remember telling you that you had that liberty." I raise an eyebrow. We're eleven once again. My sarcasm, his forwardness.

"I just assumed." His eyes are always half closed, giving you the feeling that he is bored, when merely his attitude is just full of arrogance.

"You assume too many things."

"And you don't? How do you know that I won't help you with your little problem and keep you here for as long as I like?" He smiles superiorly. He has a point.

"Because I know you don't like things that are available to you without a fight."

"You still know me." His smile falters and his eyes begin to look hurt, but it soon disappears.

"How could I forget the person who tried to kill me?"

Author's Note: And there you have it. A cliffhanger. A pretty decent length. And of course you better review. I am thankful for all the story alerts I have recieved and hope to recieve more. R&R!

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