Luna watched as Elizabetha nearly crash landed in front of her. She had just been reading in the yard, a book about wurmples and brownies.

She must be exited. The girl decided as her friend scrambled up, grinning maniacally. Very exited.

"Mothy! Hello! Hey, do you know where the others are?" Luna scrunched up her nose and blinked twice as she tried to remember.

"Draco, infirmery. Blaise, raiding the kitchen. Mina, also raiding the kitchen. Peter, raiding the kitchen as well. Ginny... don't know. Why do you smell like pixie dust?" She asked Elizabetha, and her friend shrugged.

"Oh, one came to visit me. Why don't you go grab the kitchen raiders and I'll fetch Draco, and I'll introduce you to each other."

"Is it famous?" Luna wondered aloud.

"Um, not really?"

"Okay. I won't dress up then."

Ginny wandered through the halls, one hand once again trailing the walls as she walked and the other clutching a small black book close to her chest. This time, though, there would be no messages on the wall. This time, she was going to do something much different, because there was no more time. Tom wanted out now.

Up ahead was a girls bathroom.

It was amazing she had gotten this far. Her friends were such good friends, leaving her to do as she desired without a second thought. Then again, it had probably never occurred to them to wonder where she was, even if they had just found out that she was the one who had written on the walls. They were ridiculous like that.

Inside, the bathroom were empty, except for the odd sobbing of a ghost girl with a too high voice. But that was confined to one stall, leaving the path she needed open. Ginny walked towards the sinks, and stopped.

"Open."

The hiss felt weird on her tongue.

Elizabetha ran down hallways, her hair flowing behind her in messy curls and feet bare because she held her socks and shoes in her hand. She didn't really like wearing shoes anyhow, she was too used to running without them. There had never been any shoes her size in Azkaban, and she had grown used to it since she was able to walk. In fact, she had only recently had clothes that fit her, and had before that ran around in shifts made of long strips of cloth with a hole for her head and sashes for around her waist.

She stopped by the doors of the infirmary and pulled the left side open before tumbling inside.

"Elizabetha?" She heard Draco call, and she looked around until she spotted him, right where she left him. Although this time he was conscious.

"Yes. Yes. Indeed it is I. Give me a moment, Dragonfly." She gasped. It had been a long time since she ran such a distance, even in Azkaban. She'd rarely had to seriously run in her home. It was always safe, despite not being safe at all.

Once she had successfully held a flood of memories at bay, she continued. "Ah, air, I've missed it so... Oh, right, some members of my family are visiting, I thought you might want to meet them."

"But I thought you were an orphan?" Someone asked behind her, and she turned to see Harry Potter, the Savior of the Light. Why are both he and Draco in the same room, yet still both conscious... ah, I see, Weasley got the bad end. She thought as she noticed the red haired boy laying on a bed. Hm, something about that injury to his head looks familiar... And in the next bed, she saw the Longbottom kid who always messed stuff up. If she remembered correctly, some of the older Slytherins had started a betting pool on who would cause more disasters this year. Personally, she thought it laughable that they considered him anywhere near her level of disaster making. She had learned from the best, after all; Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange. Longbottom stood no chance against her.

"Mm, yep, pretty much. Uh, how about my more or less family is here to visit, then?"

"Werewolves?" Draco guesses, and she nodded.

"Well, among other things, yeah. Plus a vampire and a truly chaotic half-pixie-half-human-mostly-the-stuff-nightmares-are-made-of. Can you walk?" Draco nodded and calmly started shuffling out of the now rumpled white sheets. "I must say, you're taking this quite well." She commented as he stood and ran his hand through his hair, somewhat smoothing it. Silently, she marveled. A Malfoy with their hair mussed. Wow. Bella would be cursing him as an impostor by now. Wait, he isn't, is he...?

"Smiling on the outside, screaming on the inside. Close your mouth, Potter, you look like you're inviting flies in. You too Weasel."

Nope, he's definitely real.

"She just said there's a werewolf here! At Hogwarts! And a bloody vampire!" Weasley exclaimed.

"Yes," She confirmed. "A gold star to you for your amazing talent to listen to what other people are saying and parrot it back at them. And he's washed most of the blood off by now, I imagine, so he's actually not so much a bloody vampire as he is a ridiculously clean one. And oh, honestly, Dragonfly, your hair is fine. Now come on, and you too, Sir The-Boy-Who-Lived. Let's go!" As she was speaking she had grabbed Harry Potter's arm and was now dragging him with, Draco pulled along by her free hand.

Luckily niether of them struggled much. Honestly, at this point, she would have happily knocked the both of them unconscious and dragged their limp bodies behind her, if it meant she could get back to her family sooner. She had missed her family. And Azkaban in general. After all, it was the place she grew up in. Sure, she could take off her shoes and cast cooling charms on herself, and cast Curl your hair on herself every day to provide her with her daily shot of anxiety and great hair besides, but in general, it just wasn't the same. Her eyes still burned from bright lights and her ears still strained to hear screams that weren't there anymore and she still missed her mother's rasping voice. And really, she just missed Azkaban completely. Her friends, her family, her terrible meals. Maybe even Alfred. So it was rather nice to finally have someone visit.

When the door slammed shut, it left in it's wake one Ronald Weasley with massive issues to review.

Meh. There's no plot planned for this, but I'm going to just drag Harry into this anyway. I'll just obliviate him later.

I'm just going to explain the blood purity theory as best as I can here, because I got a review mentioning it and because it will be coming up in the future, but not necessarily under a bad light, so I want you to know why I kind of agree with it and kind of don't:

In the movies and books, blood purity is viewed as a form of racism, which it isn't. Maybe a bit similar, but technically it's completely different. Here's why; it is not saying that because the color of your skin is different you're not human, but instead is similar to being a purebred dog. Think of it this way: A purebred poodle is going to be better at swimming then some random dog off the streets. It is literally bred to swim, so simply because of that, it's going to be better at it then the street dog.

The way blood purity works is similar to that; if you were to put a pureblood who's grown up around magic and a muggleborn in a duel, guess who'd win? The pureblood. Therefore, they're obviously better.

However, this logic is flawed. Humans aren't dogs, (Unfortunately, I'd probably like them a lot better if they were.) and there are fewer wizards then poodles. And fewer purebred wizards then that. Soooo... inbreeding would occur a lot in order to keep bloodlines pure. For instance, look at the Gaunts. They inbred so much they all went insane. The only reason Tom ended up so absolutely bad-ass was probably because new genes were introduced via his father.

So, in conclusion, the logic of blood purity does make sense, but is flawed, on account that it doesn't take into account certain things. Of course, poodles are good at swimming, but the street dog is probably good at other things, and likely a lot more hardy. And it can learn to swim.

Yet, not all purebred families dislike muggleborns because of their blood. More likely is this: Muggleborns have destroyed hundreds of traditions and brought just as many muggle ones with them. For instance, Halloween is not a wizarding tradition. It was literally just included in Hogwarts to make the muggleborns more comfortable. The purebloods don't even know what it is, except that they're being forced to celebrate a muggle holiday. Imagine you were suddenly told it was mandatory to bow and chant two hundred words before every meal, but not given the reason. That's sort of what it's like for them.

Also, for the record, I think that wizards are better then muggles. I mean, sure, we're mostly the same, but they can turn into cats and control fire. How is that not better!?

Thank you for reading this, please review and feel free to flame, because I'd just love the attention no matter how negative! Byeeeeee!