"Ouch!"

Draco had been lying on his four-poster, his shoulders and head hanging upside-down over the side, when something slammed into the window. Draco had jumped, slipped, and crashed his head against the dormitory floor.

Rubbing the now-throbbing lump in the back of his skull, Draco sat up and looked toward the window. Wesley, his owl, fluttered outside the window with a piece of dark brown parchment tied to his leg.

"What in all of Hogsmeade…" Draco muttered as he clambered to his feet and made to open the window. Wesley flew in, perched on top of the silver-and-brass stand Draco had bought for him, and stuck his claw out. Draco untied the letter and opened it while Wesley preened his feathers.

"Mama and Father never send me post at night. It always shows up in the mornings at breakfast," Draco said to himself as he unfolded the parchment.

"What was that?" came a muffled voice from Blaise Zabini's bed.

"Go back to sleep, Blaise," Draco called across the room before illuminating the tip of his wand and beginning to read.

My dearest Draco,

We received your letter rather later than we would have liked. Wesley got caught in the most dreadful storm and post was delayed for a few days. We kept him here until we had decided what to do about your letter.

A girl who looks remarkably like Harmony? Surnamed Granger? It sounded suspicious to your father and I the moment we read it. It's very possible that someone found her and took her in. Father is going to discreetly ask around at the Ministry, and I of course will get what I can from my sources. But we would like you to get to know this Hermione. Discover her background. Tell us what you can. If she's your sister, this could be our opportunity to get her back.

We are glad to find you well and happy and we love you very much.

Keep having fun,

Mama and Father

Draco folded the note and tucked it into the back of his suitcase for safekeeping. He'd write back later; now was a time for investigating.

He turned his attention to the little frayed book sitting on his bedside table. He'd been hesitating to open it because he felt that this was almost invasive of Hermione's privacy, but he wanted to know everything he could about her and, well, this was one of his only leads.

Draco opened the book to one of her bookmarks.

Trains

Trains are a common form of travel in both Muggle and Wizarding dreams. To dream that you are on a train could represent your life's dream. Depending on the direction, destination or lack thereof, and any number of…

Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is all a bunch of ridiculous pseudo-magic, Draco thought angrily. Hermione, smartest witch of her age, consulting this nonsense! It was laughable, really. This stuff was dumb. Out of curiosity, Draco decided to make a list of the subjects Hermione had marked.

On Hermione's list were trains, acquaintances, snow, gloves, crowds, sandboxes, and handkerchiefs.

Well, that's sort of random, Draco thought. This was all very puzzling; there were absolutely no clues here. The only thing that was even remotely similar to his memories of Harmony were the trains, where she had been lost, and sandboxes. He and Harmony had played in their sandbox all the time when they were really, really little kids. It had even taken him a little bit to remember it. But if Harmony's memories were resurfacing, there was a chance that she would remember him.

Draco giggled softly with excitement. His sister, Harmony. His twin sister. He was almost completely sure he had found her now.

"Draco?" came Blaise's voice again.

"What?" Draco snapped. It was so like Blaise to interrupt his train of thought.

"Why are you giggling?"

"Oh… uh… go back to bed," Draco said, waving his hand in a silly fashion. He had more important things to do than answer Blaise's frivolous questions. He was about to be reunited with his sister, and nothing was going to stop him.

Oh, Blaise Zabini. I will never get tired of you. :) To everyone else: Review! :D