AN: Sorry it's short, but I thought anything else would spoil the chapter. It's somewhat angsty. nilber - the sibling thing is being explained in this chapter.

Ginny flopped back down onto the bed to wait for Madam Pomfrey. No doubt the old bat would try to force more disgusting potions down her throat, but she didn't need them – she felt fine. Draco, on the other hand, looked in desperate need of either a Pepper-up potion or a few hours sleep. He was swaying rather dangerously backwards and forwards on that chair. She stood up.

"Draco, you lie down. I'm going to find you a Dreamless Sleep potion."

"Don't bother. They don't work on me, I've tried them."

"What do you mean, they don't work?"

"Exactly what I said. I still dream. Nothing will stop my nightmares."

"Have you tried talking to someone? I usually find that helps."

"What would you know about nightmares?"

"More than you think, Draco. More than you think."

"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

Ginny nodded, and told him about the nightmares that were still haunting her from the Chamber of Secrets.

"I had no idea that was you. I'm… I'm sorry about what my father did."

"There's no need to apologise for him – you didn't do it."

"I know I didn't, but… I thought it might help. I don't agree with him, you know. About purebloods and mudbloods. And Voldemort."

Ginny sat down on the bed, next to Draco.

"OK, a deal's a deal. Now it's your turn."

Draco took a deep breath. And then another.

"I've never told anyone this before, and I never expected to be telling you, of all people."

He paused, uncertain where to begin.

"You wouldn't know this, but I have an older sister. Had, possibly. I don't know where she is or even if she's alive. She's only a couple of years older than me, but she was kept hidden away – Lucius was ashamed of her because she was a squib. So, when she turned fourteen, he offered her to the Death Eaters as a plaything. He didn't want it known elsewhere that he'd produced a squib, and he knew the Death Eaters wouldn't care. They loved it.

Lucius always threatened me with the same fate, if I didn't work hard enough, do well enough. I'm his only son though, so I doubt he'd have disposed of me before making sure there was another heir.

I promised myself I'd find her, and that is also what made me turn against Voldemort. If he can allow a pureblood, yes, a squib, but still a pureblood, to be treated in such a way, then he can't really believe what he tells his followers. He doesn't deserve loyalty and followers and power.

My nightmares are what I imagine might have happened to her, not about anything that has happened to me."

"What was her name?" Ginny's voice was quiet, respectful.

"Lucille. Lucille Angeline Malfoy."

"Pretty."

"Like she was. I'll find her. I've got to find her."

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