Title: No More Lies
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Buffy/Spike, Dawn/Harry
Spoilers: BtVS post Chosen, HP Book 5 OotP
Summary: Buffy gets a call from her absentee Uncle Sirius who swears to her that shes in danger and he knows people who can protect her.

A/N: I know it's been forever and I am sorry. I lost my drive for this story and got consumed by other things (SPN). Now with the release of the movie and the last book (neither which I've viewed lol) I feel inspired again to write this fic. I feel more confident writing this and I have decided to do some things I hadn't originally planned, like bring Lucius into the mix and not as a bad guy. Well enjoy this and remember to review.

A/N2: Please don't hate me, I do not bash any characters this is just a certain Slytherin's point of view. Sorry it's been so long since the last update.

Chapter 7 Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the Golden Trio a sneer firmly in place his eyes flashing. "Well if it isn't the three musketeers." He glared at them angry the first thing he had to deal with when he woke up was them. He already had to deal with the fact that he would have to live with them till the new term started he didn't want to actually see the golden trio.

He was already suffering enough and he didn't want to put up with having to act the part of the Malfoy heir.

"Malfoy," the Weasel snarled hate filling his eyes as he glared at the other boy "you might have every one else fooled but I don't trust you."

Draco smirked "I'm heart broken truly," sarcasm dripped from his voice "all I've ever wanted was trust from trash like you."

Ron launched himself at him and was only held back by the friends that flanked him. Draco's eyes locked with Harry's "Better keep your pet in line." He was unnerved by the lack of reaction in those green eyes and aimed one last sneer at the group before hurrying past them and too the room he had been given last night.

He closed the door leaning against it closing his eyes as he tried to figure out what in the hell was wrong with Potter. Normally the hero would be right beside his friend ready to resort to physical violence but he had seemed more subdues. Draco didn't even want to think of what he had glimpsed in Granger's eyes, it was something much too close to pity for him to consider.

Straightening Draco made his way across the room digging through his trunk for the photo album his mother had given him. His mother was truly a Malfoy, lies and deceptions were easy even when it came to family.

Maybe especially when it came to family.

He flipped through the photos memories coming with each new smiling, or more in the case of their family, sneering image until he found the ones kept at the back. This album had been given to him by his father, so that he would never forget where his loyalties lie.

The picture showed his father in a rare tender moment that Lucius Malfoy would have Crucio anyone outside of the family who would have viewed it. A lock of his long blond hair was wrapped around a small fist and a small smile touched his lips as he cradled the child in his arms rocking gently.

The child wasn't Draco.

The child was Elizabeth Annabelle Malfoy, the day she was born and the day before she was given away for her own protection. His mother and father had told him the story, had explained to him the need for secrecy.

His mother had gone to her idealistic Gryffindor brother claiming that her husband would not tolerate a female child, something that had been the furthest thing from the truth. Lucius Malfoy had loved his daughters; he had loved them so much that he had sent them away for their protection.

Draco still could not understand the stupidity that allowed his uncle and everyone else who had heard the tale to believe that a Malfoy would ever turn away their own child, family was everything.

There were more pictures showing a newborn Draco and another baby girl.

Soon Draco would meet the girls he had viewed in the pictures since birth. With his father incarcerated and his mother dead it was up to him to hold up the Malfoy name, his mother had sacrificed herself to make sure he had a chance to live, to choose which side he was going to fight for.

He would choose the side that was the most beneficial to his family.