So months went by and Draco actually did turn to the Death Eaters. He was instructed to kill Dumbledore. Well, he didn't, but he attempted to. When he tried, all he could think about was Kaitlin.
You know it's not right, her voice echoed in his head. You're not like this, Draco. Please don't do it. For me, for everyone, and for yourself. Please, I beg of you. And so, he didn't. Life went on in dark shadows for everyone. The year passed and so did summer. Draco hadn't forgotten about Kaitlin and mourned her every second of every day. He hated himself and everyone else. So, he turned his hate and took it to the Dark Lord who was extremely pleased at how things were going so far.
Draco went back for his seventh year at Hogwarts and things played out pretty well for the dark side...until that one day...

Kaitlin, during this time, had given up hope. Draco would never find her. He probably didn't even care about her anymore. In the last year, she'd learned, she might be a Hufflepuff, but she could seriously kick some booty. She had been brought books of all kinds. So she read and wrote constantly. She taught herself spells, potions, and read on wars, legends, and muggles. Also, she was given one letter. It was from her parents addressed to her mother's friend, Rita Skeeter.
Dear Lovely Rita,
We grieve for our only daughter. It's such a shame, isn't it? A Hufflepuff in the family...How horrendous! We were so hoping Draco Malfoy would rub off of her, but neither of them spent much time together. His parents detested us for having Kaitlin. I'm glad to say she's gone. It's so sad she was of a lower crowd and it was so hard to keep in touch with Narcissa when Lucius hated your only offspring. If only she'd been in Slytherin. Maybe then she wouldn't have gotten sick and died. She was always weak hearted. Wish you best of luck, my dear!
Yours truly

Mr. Winters,

She wasn't really surprised at what her mother had written. Her parents were always off on 'errands' for 'You-Know-Who'. Kaitlin wasn't dumb. She knew what their 'vacations' were for. So normally, she'd stayed with her grandfather. She wondered how he was handling her death. It'd been almost a year now.
Hagrid had brought her newspapers though and she'd devour anything she could about the world going on outside of her little hideaway. Today was the day Hagrid was bringing her all of her stuff. Snape had wanted it stashed away, but never said exactly where. So it was being stashed away with Kaitlin.
Hagrid brought it to her and Kaitlin thanked him and dug through her things. Her wand! She sighed in bliss. Finally!
Hagrid left after chatting a few minutes and Kaitlin began to perform spells. One she'd learned was...very useful. She picked up a rock and placed it in a little bowl of water. She mumbled a few words and pointed her wand at it.

"Show me Draco Malfoy," she whispered. The bowl filled with a clear image of Draco. Who was in the Slytherin common room, she suspected, and was talking to one of...Lord Voldemort's followers. "No, no, he couldn't," she gasped. "He wouldn't. He changed."
Horror filled her. Draco looked cold, evil, and completely miserable. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but from his facial expression, he was worn out and angry. Really angry.
"Show me the Golden Trio," she cleared her throat. They were in Hogwarts. What? They were on the run. Not in Hogwarts...Kaitlin choked. She knew what they were there for. She'd learned and observed this past year; reading the news, and legends, and rumors.
The war was about to begin.

"Harry Potter is here!" someone screamed.

Draco bolted upright. He couldn't be here. Potter wasn't that stupid. Then, Draco caught a glimpse of a tall, gangly boy with red hair.

"I guess they are here," he murmured and pulled out his wand.

So, you all have probably read the books if you're reading this. As you know, the war went on. The Golden Trio actually saved Draco. Then, he went back to the other team, which was extremely stupid. His parents searched and searched for him and finally, they found him. He was reading a slip of paper.

'She's alive.' Was all it said. He knew who it was talking about. He felt a rush of relief and a weight off his shoulders, but he had to see to believe. He didn't know who had written it, but was willing to take the chance anyway. His mother crushed him in a hug.
"We have to leave," she said to him.
"I know," he replied and he took off running. His parents followed.
"Draco, where are you going?" his father yelled at him.
"I'll meet you back at the Manor!" he called over his shoulder. The piece of paper was humming in his hands. He let it go and it started to fly.
He pulled out his wand.
"Accio broom," he said and quickly grabbed it when it came to him. He followed the slip of paper for what seemed like hours. His mark hurt, but he didn't care. It was night now and it was hard to keep sight of the slip of paper. Then it dropped down and Draco followed. A little stone cliff was where the paper was headed.
Slowly, he landed. There wasn't anyone that he could see. He tried to think back to what he knew. The room. The room Kaitlin had been in the hospital. It hurt to think about her. She probably wasn't even here. Was it the same spell to unlock? He remembered it by heart and quietly whispered it. A little sound, like music played and a door appeared.

Kaitlin heard something and jumped, knocking over the bowl with the water and stone. She'd just seen Harry Potter; dead. He couldn't be dead. She'd searched for Draco, but hadn't found him anywhere. Maybe he'd died. Maybe the spell didn't work. She sat on her bed and started to sob. The noise was nothing. She'd be here forever. Then there was a knock at the door. It was supposed to be invisible and no one could feel it. Hagrid said he didn't know when he'd be back again. And he was the only one that visited her. And most of the time, he pounded on the door.

She looked straight at the door as it slowly swung open.