A/N: Ok, so I haven't updated in ages… I was busy; I started my Freshman year, so I needed time to balance stuff out. I updated and that's all that matters. I hope all my readers are still with my, but the one review I got from my editor, superspunky7(who doesn't really edit my stuff anymore, but she will keep the title) for the new chapter of The Right Choice really put me in a sour mood. So, please review. I hope to update next weekend and some time over Thanksgiving Break.

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"What you mean to tell me Draco is that Jacqueline is imprisoned by Mr. Soterre(for that was William's last name)," droned Dumbledore as the younger Malfoy was impatiently waiting for the old man to come to his point.

"For the last time, yes, sir," Draco explained sir. "Look, I mean no disrespect, but I did not come here for your permission, I just want you to know where I will be."

Dumbledore shifted in his seat and sent a pointed look at Draco above his half-moon spectacles. "However, you wish me to accompany you?"

Malfoy let out a frustrated sigh and finally squashing his pride nodded. "Well, what are we waiting for? I believe you finally hit the target and now we may finally find the culprit along, maybe with your beloved wife."

Draco's heart skipped a beat as it shuddered under the intensity of pain. He still couldn't forgive himself for his actions. To the bottom of his soul he wished to find her and if he was wrong now, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

As long as she is alive, he thought. And his intuition whispered that she was, but in such moments when do we ever listen to what that little voice tells us? We don't and our head takes over which can usually be our downfall as it can conjure such vivid images that they are much worse than with what we are actually presented in real life. However, the things Draco thought about when he and the Headmaster were traveling actually were slightly better as to what he would actually find on the floor of the Soterre Abode.

No, Jacqueline wasn't dead, but in a much declined state from healthiness.

Dumbledore entered before Draco, wands at the ready, but all was still in the house. No barriers or guarding charms were set around the house and the door was even unlocked. The house seemed… abandoned. Albus stopped in the middle of the Persian rug that covered most of the entryway floor, and looked up the stairs and at the second floor. Malfoy stopped in his tracks, a little past the old wizard, when he saw spots of the crème colored rug tinted a dark red. It was dried blood and the fearful husband didn't want to think of how long it was there. He rushed into the living room and found it unchanged from years before. Farther to the left, there he saw her lying scattered on the floor, surrounded by a circle of dried blood.

He slowly walked up to the limp body, still trying to comprehend if what he saw was real. He carefully knelt down by her set his wand at his side. He took her cut up hand in his and cradled against his chest, trying to fight back the tears. With the right hand he slowly moved away the damp with blood curtain of hair, which fell and covered her face. He almost wished he hadn't, for the pain he saw etched there was beyond what he had seen before. The pale appearance he adored and loved was cruelly cut up and many dried rivers of ruby red blood formed together as if they were many pieces of the puzzle.

Draco, not letting go of Jacqui's hand took her whole body and placed in his lap and into his embrace. He rocked his wife softly muttering through his tears, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

If it hadn't been for Dumbledore, Draco was sure he wouldn't have ever moved, but now they had Jacqueline at St. Mungo's and the nurses had cleaned up her face, but scars remained and the one that went through her left eye was said to always remain there.

Dumbledore immediately informed Desmond and Adriennd about their mother and the two were soon by Jacqui's side. The husband and children didn't leave the room until they were shooed out by the nurses, but Jacqueline hadn't yet awoken. The doctors said it would take a while to get the woman's body balanced again, for it was malnutritioned. Most of Draco's worries were now gone, but he somehow knew that there was a long road ahead.

A/N: Hope to update soon and know that I do not forget about my stories or my fans.