My knees were pulled up to my chest, and I was breathing in and out soundly, trying to calm myself down. The curtains were drawn around me. It was about five in the morning and I was trying so hard not to find my journal and get Scor. Why wasn`t I? Because Scorpius hasn`t slept in almost four days, because of me.

I was shaking uncontrollably. Really, the dream itself wasn`t so scary to me. But the thought of battle and blood and death…those factors were controlling my mind and making me have a nervous breakdown every time I woke up from those damn dreams. Why was I having them? Will I ever stop?

I took in a sharp breath. Then I squeezed my eyes shut, tears freefalling out of my eyes.

Suddenly, the curtains were pulled back.

Rose was standing there, a confused and odd look on her face. She took one look at my face and her eyebrows shot up.

"What`s up with you?"

"Why do you care?" I said back, bitterly. Usually, I was never one to pick fights. Especially when the person was just trying to (sort of, not really) help.

"Because, I`m trying to sleep and you woke me up with your crying," Rose hissed. Then I sniffed and her face softened. "Okay, I can`t stand it when people cry. Anyone."

I laughed a bit as I wiped tears away. "So if Voldemort showed up on your doorstep crying, would you ask him what`s wrong?"

Rose smirked. "That`s different. But what`s wrong?"

I thought for a moment.

Scor said Rose might be able to help. Rose Weasley was the top of our year. She was the brightest witch at our school, probably. If anybody could help me, it`d probably be her. She could figure it out and help me find a way to stop it.

But…would she?

If you haven`t noticed by now, Rose hates me.

Why would she help me?

"Do you really care?" I asked, my voice cracking. Rose hesitated, and then nodded slowly. I sighed. "It`s nothing. Just something personal."

"Tell me."

"No, why?"

"It will make you feel better!"

"Um, how?"

"Talking about your problems generally helps."

"I`m pretty sure you know my main problems."

"Okay, yeah, let`s just put that behind us for the moment, now what`s wrong?"

"Things."

"Are you trying to make me weasel it out of you? I`m a Weasley and a Ravenclaw. I will do just that."

At that, I burst out laughing. A smile spread across Rose`s face, and suddenly she was laughing too.

"Why are we laughing?" Rose asked, giggling.

"I don`t know!" I replied.

We laughed for a few more seconds then it died down.

"Lily told me and Roxanne what you did," Rose said when we got silent. "It was nice of you to help her out. And it was pretty amusing to see James and Al get hexed." She cracked a smile.

Hold on.

Did Rose Weasley…just smile at a Malfoy?

"I bet it was," I agreed, smiling back. Then I sat up. "Well, I`m going to start getting ready."

"Alright," Rose said, getting up also. "And Andie? I-if I may call you that?"

"Yes?"

"I still haven`t forgotten about earlier. Don`t think I won`t find out."

"…Scor, can you believe this?" I squeaked. I had just told him of both my encounters with Lily and Rose. He was staring at me with his mouth gaped open. Dec was sitting next to him, trying to process the information.

"R-Rose Weasley…talked to…you?" Scorpius said slowly. I face-palmed.

"I just told you that a Potter and a Weasley are starting to accept us, and that`s all you gather?"

"I`m in bloody love with the girl! Of course it`s all I gather!"

"Hold on, in love?" Dec interrupted, waving a hand. "When did you come to that revelation?"

"D-did I say in love? I meant—"

"In love? In love with what?" Someone asked from behind us. "And more importantly, what would ever be in love with you?"

Scor and Dec groaned. I turned and glared. James and Albus Potter were now standing behind us. James had the famous Potter smirk on his face and Albus was standing there, a rueful expression on his face. Albus was grabbing James` arm, as if trying to drag him away. His emerald eyes connected with my vibrant blue ones. I quickly adverted them, turning back to glare at James.

"Give it a rest, Potter," Dec groaned.

"And miss out on my favorite part of the day? Never."

Scor stood up and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Do you need something?"

"Yes, I do, actually," James said. Then he turned to me, smirking slightly. "So you told Lily about Davies and all the other boys?"

"She was wondering why boys don`t like her. Thought she was ugly. I had to tell her," I practically defended. James rolled his eyes.

"Well, she hexed me and Al. Turns out she knows quite a lot of jinxes and hexes," James said, almost proudly.

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"Nothing," Albus hissed, trying to pull James away. "James is just being stupid."

"No, I`m not," James said, narrowing his eyes at his little brother. He turned back to me. "I just wanted to know what gave you the right to talk to my little sister and try and comfort her."

"Nothing. But wouldn`t you try and comfort a crying person, even if that person didn`t particularly like you?"

James scoffed. "Probably not. That person doesn`t like me for a reason and I don`t need to give them anymore."

"You won`t be giving them any more reasons, you`d just be helping out a person in need," I retorted. James` smirk turned into a sort of…smile/smirk.

"You know, you`re sort of alright, Malfoy."

I could hear Declan choking on air besides me. I turned to him, a concerned look on my face as I pat his back hard. He didn`t seem to appreciate it that much.

"I can see why Al-"

"James!"

We all turned and looked where the shriek had come from. Rose was standing a distance away, a completely livid look on her face. Her hair…it was…Malfoy blonde? James gulped.

"You didn`t!" Albus said, turning to James, a horrified look on his face.

"She was sleeping right there! I couldn`t help it!" He squeaked. Then, James turned and started running.

I felt a hand slip into mine. I knew it was Dec`s, because Scorpius was way too busy staring at Rose with hearts in his eyes. We both started laughing. The three of us grabbed our things and got up.

"Wait!" I turned and looked at Albus. He smiled crookedly. "Thanks for…helping Lily and all, Mal-Andromeda."

I took a breath. "It`s Andie." Albus smiled, almost…fondly.

"Andie."

I felt a tug at my hand and saw Declan. I waved to Albus and then we all walked off.

"The Weasley-Potters are all suddenly interested in us."

"I helped their sister out. It`s natural."

"Andie, I`m pretty sure Dominique Weasley just waved at me. I don`t think just helping out their sister fixed that problem."

"Oh hush, Hyperion."

Scor groaned. "Can we just forget that`s my middle name?"

"Not likely, mate," Dec laughed. I threw my arms around Scor`s neck, jumping on his back.

"Giddy up, Hyperion."

"Did you finish your potions essay, Hyperion?" Dec added.

"Why? So you can copy it, Leslie?"

I burst out laughing. "Dec, your middle name is Leslie?" His ears went pink.

"Declan Leslie Allen," Scor said. "That`s an unfortunate name."

"Oh shut up," Declan hissed.

"Mr. Malfoy! Miss Malfoy!"

Scor and I turned to where Professor Sprout was walking towards us. A rueful look was on her face. She sighed.

"The Headmaster needs to see you. The password is Nigellus. Do hurry, dearies."

As Sprout walked off, Scor and I shared identical odd glances.

"We`ll see you at dinner, Leslie," Scor said as we began to walk in the direction of Professor Flitwick`s office.

"Nigellus," Scor and I said simultaneously as we came to Flitwick`s office. We walked all the way up. Scor knocked on the door before it opened.

"Professor Flitwick? You wanted to see us?" Scor said as we walked in. I felt my eyebrows rise when I saw James, Albus, and Lily sitting in front of Flitwick`s desk. Flitwick nodded.

"Mr. and Miss Malfoy, please take a seat," Flitwick said. He gestured to the empty two seats. Scor and I sat. Flitwick sighed, almost sadly. "I regret to have to be the one to tell you this horrid news."

The five of us all shared questioning glances, wondering why the other was there.

"A while back, Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy have gone missing. The two were heading to the Ministry for work, but never made it there. Mr. Malfoy disappeared before Mr. Potter. Both of your mothers kept this information from you, both certain the two would turn up before long," Flitwick said.

I felt Scor take my hand. I had completely frozen. I felt a hand slip into my other one, and I saw Lily, squeezing the life out of my hand. I allowed her to, because she really needed it.

"How long? How long since they…disappeared?" Scor asked, his voice shaking.

"It had been four weeks since Mr. Malfoy disappeared. Your mother has had Aurors looking for him. It has been about two weeks since Mr. Potter."

Scor gave my hand a squeeze.

"Flitwick! I have things to discuss and something to give!"

The five of us turned to the fireplace, where the Minister of Magic had just stumbled. Caspar Prezlocki had been appointed Minister of Magic at just twenty-five years old. He had been one of Kingsley Shacklebolt`s main advisors when he was in office. Prezlocki looked quite anxious and flustered. He took one look at the five of us sitting in front of the desk, and sent us a sorrowful look. I immediately noticed the piece of parchment in his right hand.

"I am quite sorry for your loss-"

"Nobody is lost, yet. My dad is still out there alive. You`ll see," James hissed fiercely. Prezlocki seemed to consider this, then turned to Flitwick.

"I must speak to you in private. If you do not mind, children," Prezlocki said. What else could be more important than finding out the details of our fathers` disappearance? I took one look at James and Albus and could tell both were thinking the same thing. As the five of us stood up, I stared at the parchment, then grabbed Scor`s arm quickly and walked faster.

"What are you doing?" Scor whispered. I didn`t answer him, just kept walking. Once the five of us exited the office, and were in the corridor outside the office. Lily kept walking, as if ignoring all of us, while Albus grabbed James` hands and mine. I took Scor`s and pulled him with us. We hid in a corner outside of the office, waiting for them to exit.

"What the bloody hell could they be talking about?" Scor asked. We all shrugged. Well, as well as you could shrug while pressed up against two other fourteen year olds and a fifteen year old.

"Prezlocki didn`t seem too sorry," Albus said, an angry expression on his face. That was pretty unsettling, considering Albus Potter never showed emotion and was almost never angry.

James huffed. "Whatever they`re talking about, Prezlocki seemed pretty damn anxious about it."

"It`s about the disappearances, I`m sure," I whispered. The three nodded. "But why the hell couldn`t they say it in front of us?"

"Maybe another disappearance?" Albus guessed. "Or…maybe…they found something…" The color drained from Albus` face. "James…what if…what if Dad is—"

"Shut up, Al," James growled. "Don`t think like that. Dad is Harry God damn Potter. He is alive and well and fighting his way."

Scor and I shared looks. We had a silent conversation. I knew Scor was worried about Dad. Throughout our fifteen years of life, we noticed that Dad was not really a Gryffindor. He could be, in times of desperation, but other than that…he needed us.

I pressed my ear against the cold stonewall. Then, the doors to Flitwick`s office suddenly opened.

Flitwick seemed to storm out. I pressed into Albus, who pressed into Scor and James. Then, when we heard the doors close below, I immediately jumped out of the corner and ran into the office.

"We have to find whatever Prezlocki have Flitwick," I said. I ran over to the desk and searched all over it. Scor was opening drawers and James and Albus took it upon themselves to search the bookcases.

Then, Scor breathed in a sharp breath.

"What is it?" I asked, practically tackling him to the ground. James and Albus ran over to us. I saw Scorpius holding the parchment.

"Andie, wait—"

I grabbed the parchment out of his hand and flattened it. Biting my lip, I noticed it was a wizard photo. Then my eyes focused on it.

I stared at it, horrified.

"What?" Albus demanded. "What`s wrong?"

My dream.

My dream was on the photograph.

I could feel myself shaking.

There`s that dream again. And Harry and Draco have gone missing! What could have happened? Reviews would be appreciated! Thank you for reading.

-JennWho12