A/N: Good evening everyone. I just came home from school. Yes, I just came home. Oh, my god. Our yearbook is going down the drain. And being the wonderful editor that I am, I stayed after school finishing the pages, so we could make our deadline… and bla, bla, bla. Here's the next chapter for you.

LateNiteRomance- I like how you commented on what I needed to expand more on. I hope you like this chapter more… it kinda relates to your review.

ErikandChristine- I am like the biggest fan that ever lived. I absolutely love that opera and the movie. I've been tossing this idea around in my head and I think I'll start a POTO fic. Probably next month.

Don't forget to review.

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"Ok, so what did we learn?" asked Desmond the next day.

"First, mother did attend the school. Second, she is friends with the famous trio. Third, she was in Gryffindor…"

"That explains my sorting," said Desmond.

"Right," Adriennd continued, "Fourth, she is famous around school. Fifth, she is afraid of the field for some reason." Adriennd frowned for a moment and her brother finished for her.

"And lastly, she plays Quidditch."

Adriennd took out a yearbook and began to flip through it.

"What are you looking for?" asked Desmond a few minutes later.

"I remember Adrian telling me that our parents were the royalty of Slytherin. That can't be right, because…"

"mother was in a different House," finished Desmond.

"Right." Adriennd opened to the Slytherin division page and began to look carefully at every picture.

"Look, right there," Adriennd pointed at a picture of their parents at the top of the Slytherin hierarchy. The caption under the picture said, "Draco Malfoy and Jacqueline Mireille, Prince and Princess of Slytherin."

"That can't be right," whispered Desmond.

Adriennd took the book from him. She stared at the picture for a moment. Her eyes narrowed and she flipped to a different page.

"What are you doing?" asked Desmond.

He received no answer. Adriennd found what she was looking for. She compared the two pictures and then said, "Desmond, look at this."

Desmond looked at the picture of their parents then at a picture of another girl. "What?"

"Can't you see a similarity between her and mother?"

Desmond looked closer, "A bit. What does Amaryllis Riddle have to do with anything?"

"I'm not sure." Adriend thought for a moment and then carefully voiced her thoughts. "I think the two are related in a way."

"That doesn't explain why our mother is not listed anywhere."

"Do not interrupt me. They might be cousins or something. But there must be a relation. Now, the similarity between the two means that Amaryllis Riddle is part of this too."

"And how do you propose we get a hold of the most powerful witch of all history?" smirked Desmond.

"I'm not sure. I can think of two options…"

Desmond waited for his sister to organize her thoughts.

"One, we could wait until Amaryllis Riddle has another ball…"

"But those are rare," said Desmond. "She holds one about every other year.

"I know," said Adriennd slowly; weighing each word before speaking. "That's why my second option is a little bit more practival…"

"A little bit?"

"Yes," Adriennd thought for another moment and then said slowly, "Or, we could go through mum's memories."

"What!" exclaimed Desmond. Several people in the library stared at them, but soon returned to their own work. Desmond lowered his voice again and said, "That's impossible. She keeps everything important under lock and key."

"But it's the only plan we've got," said Adriennd softly.

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In a few days, the students got to go to Hogsmeade. Adriennd, only being a second year, snuck into the departing group. Desmond and Adriennd found their mother in a book shop, talking to their father.

That meant that the house was empty.

In several minutes, the siblings flooed home and then made their way to Jacqueline's office. They looked at the Pensive and slowly approached it. They located a shelf with a few glass vials that were labeled. Strangely, the cabinet was unlocked. They spent a few minutes looking at each one, to see which one they needed.

"Here's one that says, 'Seventh year: Break up," said Adriennd.

"Take it," said Desmond absent-mindedly, looking at another vial.

"But we can't," said Adriennd. "Mum'll notice they're gone."

"What do you propose? Have you ever tried making a copy of a memory?"

Adriennd shrugged and then said, "I once read about how to stop time. If we could…"

"Just take the vial… We'll have it back before she notices. She almost never comes home."

"What if she does?"

"Then we need to make sure she stays inside the castle."

"Propose we stay in detention?"

"Not unless it's dire. We can keep track of mum's schedule and if she decides to go home, we can make her give us detention and…"

In a few minutes, the two young Malfoys returned to Hogsmeade with several vials. All they had to do was locate an available Pensive.