It was dinner in the Great hall and Kerial had recieced many curious stares as rumours passed around each table. Kerial shrugged when she was asked and told people it was just the heat. Everyone just accepted it, except for Malfoy. He had been sitting opposite her all night and was constantly staring at her as if searching for some hidden truth. Kerial wondered if she should break her rule and confide in him. Confide in him all her past, her secrets. Would he believe her? Would he get scared and turn away from her? These thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to get through dinner.

Then she heard Potter at the other table saying,

"Just fainted, dropped like a rock…"

The Gryffindors laughed while a few Ravenclaws giggled and pointed at her.

She ignored them as she reached for a piece of bread but found her hand being gripped by Malfoy's, he lent over and whispered

"I want to know the truth, tell me toni…"

But his voice was lost as a great roar arose from Great hall as Professor Dumbledore entered the room. As he walked in she could feel his glance turning in her direction. She lowered herself slightly behind a burley 6th year that was sitting next to her and let her eyes drop towards the floor.

Malfoy was complaining to Crabbe and Goyle plus a few other Slytherins how Dumbledore was the worst headmaster and how his father wanted him out of the school. Kerial was completely silent for the rest of the feast.

Inside her a great hate was growing for Dumbledore, It was his fault she copuld never be with HIM. If he hadn't come along and put him back into that awful prison, If only he hadn't sent him back to Azkaban. As she was getting up to leave a small tear rolled down her cheek. Would she ever see him again?

She was heading up to the Gryfindor common Room when Malfoy caught up to her.

"Wait up Kerial, I wanna talk to you."

Kerial smiled knowing that she could fully trust him and hoping that she would finally be able to tell someone about the secrets that she had kept hidden all this time.

"Sure Malfoy what…"

Malfoy cut her of, "Not here! C'mon."

He pulled her through a few corridors until they got to a room that had many brooms.

"Quiditch practice?" she asked slightly surprised.

The moon was shining through the window and played strange patterns on his face as he grinned,

"Nope, were going onto the roof."

He kicked of the ground and shot out one of the arches with great speed. Kerial grabbed her broom and followed him. They weaved in and out of the windows until Malfoy shot of into the sky. Kerial followed, the wind blowing through hair and the cool night breeze chilling her skin. For a minute it felt like…"

No that memory was too painful.

Gliding steadily on her broom she caught up to Malfoy who was heading to one of the flat stone roofs. He motioned to her that they should land there. She brought her broom down on the roof with a soft thud. Taking her hand Malfoy lead her to where there was a large cobblestone they could both sit on.

Malfoy sighed,

"Who are you Kerial?"

"You know who I am Malfoy." She turned away.

"NO! I don't and it worries me that you can't trust me!" he said angrily, but his voice had a hint of sorrow in it.

"I do trust you," Kerial replied panicking.

"Then tell me who you are."

They sat there silently and Kerial closed her eyes letting the night air blow over her face. She wondered if she should tell him. This was so confusing; she had never wanted to tell anyone until now.

"Okay," she began, "But it's a long story and I'm not sure where to begin."

"I have a long time."Malfoy replied patiently, "Why don't you just start from the time when you were born."

"Um…Well I was born 15years ago in Romania, although my parent's aren't from there." She grew grim at the thought of her parents, "They were never around and I had no-one except Striker for company. Then I met Rachel, she was just like me, only more wild and she showed me how to have fun At the time I new nothing about voldemort but little snippets about him, but she told me all about him, I was amazed and fascinated. One day Rachel was killed in a horrible accident, someone found out whom she supported and killed her. I was scared and lonely…" Kerial fought back teers, " Then he… came to me."

Her voice trailed of.

Malfoy watched her patiantly.

"I can't tell you anymore…I'm…Sorry!"

She grabbed her broom and lept of the rooftop without a backwards glance. And then she flew, higher and faster then she had ever gone beffore. She couldn't bring herslef to look back and so she just went as fast as she could without direction. When she fnally looked down she realised that she was above the Forest. The wind whipped around her as she flew in a downwards spiral. Here and there she spotted lights and movement within the branches, but she was unafraid. She flew through the bows of a tree and landed on the floor with scarcely a sound. Looking up she scanned the sky for Malfoy, half disapointed and half thankful he hadn't followed her she looked at her surroundings. It was dark so she drew out her wand and "luminous". The trees loomed above her like arches and they seemed to stetch towards her as if inviting her to come to them. She walked on without a second thought. This place wasn't horrible or dreary, more exciting and dangerous. Her heart began to race; she enjoyed adcenture and danger but was more than confident she could handdle what was in these woods. She leaned against a tree and didn't move for some time. She was beginning to feel tired and her eyes began to droop.

Then she felt it, the strange sensation of cold, chilling her body. She was wide-awake now but stayed perfectly still. Her fingers trembled and through the trees came a dark hooded figure. It hissed under its breath and came towards her. Kerial faced it and stared into the blackness of its dark hood. It stopped, and stood there staring at her.

"You…are you real?" She whispered.

The figure was silent a minute and then rasped, "yes I am real."

She moved forwards and reached her arm out. A Pale clawed hand reached out from the robe and took her arm.

She leaned forwards and he pulled her into his robes.

"How… did… you escape Azkaban?" she tried to say but it only came out in short, gasped whispers.

"My ways," it shudered. "Too long have I been in there. Too long have I been away from you."

" I have been waiting for you ever since the day Dumbledore found you. He thought you had kidnaped me. He thought you were going to feed of my soul. He didn't know."

"He wouldn't have cared." He rasped.

"No, he wouldn't!" now tears were running down her face, "Can we go now?"

The figure was silent and Kerial understood.

"Please!" she whispered.

"It is not safe," He whispered back, "Not for a Black Death Eater on the run from Azkaban gaurds."

"What…can we do?"

"I will stay here, in these woods for a while. I hope I will go unnoticed, though I doubt I will. We must bide our time untill…he is ready to rise again."

"I…understand" she said through tears, "I will wait for you forever."

But the Death Eater turned away.

"And Malfoy? Would you wait for him?"

She looked up in shock, "He is a great friend and good Ali, I…"

Her voice trailed of. How did she feel about Malfoy?

"I must go, I will see you again when the time is right."

"Wait!" she called then slowly she lifted the hood slightly and kissed the Death Eater, long and slow it was, strangly cold but not sorrowful, she lost herself completely in this alowing herself to be engulfed by him. He laid her down on the leaves and made love to her. It was amzingly cold but not bad. As she moaned softly, she remembered all the times they had shared and felt completely safe under him.