I'm feeling a bit uninspired at the moment, but don't worry, I'm going to re-read the sixth book and watch the movies to come back to my "Harry Potter-world". I'm hoping that you'll still like it as much as usual, even though I myself feel that this chapter is a bit flat. Thank you for reading and reviewing as always, you're the ones that keep me going!

I also noticed some misspelling in the last chapter that I am sorry for, my spell-check program didn't notify me about them.

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Chapter 8

Draco woke up, he had the strangest dream. Not that he hadn't enjoyed the dream; it was just something he'd never thought about before. He watched Alice whom was lying beside him. Carefully he reached out his arm and stroked her cheek. It felt just as soft as it looked. He wasn't sure where his sudden courage came from, but he didn't mind. Not at all actually. Alice put her hand on his, and all the newfound courage disappeared. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I wish this would never end", he said quietly in a breath. Unsure of how she would react, he took the chance and leaned in. She swallowed, looking from his eyes down to his lips.

"Do your fathers words mean nothing?" They jumped away from one another and starred at the doorway. "You little insignificant…!"

"Insult me and you insult you lord", Alice interrupted her.

"We are leaving, now!" Alice got up from the bed and left without even looking at Draco. He didn't know what to feel. Apparently her father had told her something, something that involved him as well. He was frightened, whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Narcissa stepped through the open door, Draco looked even paler than usual and it worried her. She hadn't been able to avoid Bellatrix's outburst. Alice was a very sweet girl, so unlike both her mother and her father. That the two of them had found each other was no surprise, she was exactly what he needed, according to herself anyway.

"Draco?" She said. He'd buried his head in a pillow. "Are you coming for breakfast?" He lifted his head and looked at her.

"Yeah, I'm coming", he said. The feeling of that something was wrong didn't fall of Narcissa's shoulders. If it were to continue like this, she would have to confront him. It certainly wasn't something she was looking forward to do as she loved her son and respected his privacy. She turned around only to face her sister again.

"Oh", she said in surprise, "Bella, I thought you were leaving."

"The Dark Lord is here, he's requesting to see us. Draco as well", Bellatrix said. Narcissa followed her down the stairs.

"What about Alice?"

"Severus is taking her", Bellatrix answered as if it didn't matter. Narcissa knew her sister well enough to know it did, although her pride would never allow her to admit it. Bellatrix had always wanted a child, but her devotion to the Dark Lord and her imprisonment in Azkaban had made it hard.

"My Lord", Bellatrix said as they entered the sitting room. She bent down so deep her hair touched the floor. Lord Voldemort turned around from his place at the window. Narcissa found it hard to look directly at him.

"Where's Draco?" He asked.

"Draco is on his way down, my Lord", Narcissa said. "Forgive us, but we weren't expecting you until this afternoon."

"Arrangements had to be made", he said coldly. Draco entered the room with his usual book opened in his hands.

"Mother, I", he looked up and went silent. "My Lord, forgive me, I didn't realise you were here just yet", he said and looked down at the floor.

"Never mind, Draco, what's important is that you are here now", Voldemort said with was supposed to be a gentle smile. "Take a seat, we have much to discuss."

Severus Snape seemed as a cold, harsh, foul-looking man when you first lay eyes on him. But as Alice had discovered, at least for herself, he was quite gentle and warmth could be felt from his heart.

"So you are a teacher?" Alice asked, trying to keep up his pace. "At Hogwarts?"

"Yes", he simply replied.

"So I'll have to call you professor Snape?" He stopped and she accidently walked in to him.

"Yes", he said again.

"I can't call you Severus?" He started walking again.

"No."

"Cool", she said with a smile. Snape was surprised by her easygoing way – so unlike her father. Simply the fact that she was overjoyed by attending to school this fall tribute as an undeniable argument. She seemed more than happy of meeting people, and as Snape reckoned it was to meet anyone. Not selected ones, not the "better ones".

"Who are you?" Snape asked as the stopped by the gates at Malfoy Manor.

"Whoever you want me to be", she replied and walked through the gate. Truth spoken, she didn't know herself who she was. She knew her name, her title, her body, but who was she? It probably depended on who you were asking as well. She used to know who she was, but now everything seemed so blurred.

The house was a bit to quiet. Alice couldn't hear a single fire crackle; neither did she hear voices nor footsteps. She walked upstairs and it to the sitting room.

"Father?" She said, surprised he hadn't left already. Draco got up from the sofa, without looking at her and quickly left the room. "Is something wrong?"

"I told you to not take any further interest in the boy", Voldemort said, looking at Alice with a piercing gaze. "Apparently I need to keep a closer watch at you." Alice started walking towards him.

"Sit", he said, Alice wash pushed backwards by an invisible force and landed on one of the armchairs.

"Father, I..."

"Silence!" He screamed and she couldn't make a sound. The he put his hand on his chest, and with a roar he ripped something out of himself, walked over to her hand pushed it in her chest. Suddenly she felt different. Memories she hadn't remembered before were clear as day, she felt anger and hatred. She knew who she was, she was defined.

"Alice, are you feeling any better?" Narcissa asked. She couldn't help but notice the change in the girl.

"I'm feeling more like myself, yes", Alice said. Narcissa stepped in to Alice's room and sat down on the bed beside her. "Where's mum?" Narcissa put an arm around her; she couldn't help but feel protective.

"She left a few days ago with you father, didn't she tell you good bye?" Alice shook her head, she'd gotten so used to not see her here, that she hadn't noticed Anna's absence until today.

"I have this memory", Alice said, looking down on her hands, "Of me and mother leaving..."

"Anna was so happy when you were born", Narcissa said. " She couldn't bare the thought of giving you away, that's why she left."

"Whoever said she was giving me away?"

"Alice, you must understand. The competition for being the one giving birth to the Dark Lords child was brutal. Every man wanted the honour of having his wife picked and ever woman understood the importunateness of the task at hand", Narcissa took a deep breath.

"Did you?" Alice asked. "Did you want to be chosen?" Narcissa took the hair out of Alice's face.

"No", she said. "I was already pregnant with Draco and I don't know if I could have done it." Alice understood what she meant; it was more to it than just carry the child. "Your mother was very lonely, unmarried, pure-blood and devoted to your father. So I suggested that she would... try."

"And then I was born." Anna had only given Alice a bit of a fairytale. She'd said that Alice's father had been a great man and that he was out on a mission, that's why he wasn't with them. And when the time would come, he'd come for her. Years had passed and Anna had probably hoped that Alice would have given up on her father. But Alice couldn't. She felt that they were connected; she knew she wouldn't be able to rest until he was found.

"Yes, Anna was so happy", Narcissa said with a smile. "But your father, he wanted to teach you right away."

"I don't see what's wrong..."

"Anna was only afraid that you'd get hurt. Besides, the magical abilities doesn't show until your about six or seven years old." They say quiet for a moment. It had gone dark outside, the sky was overcast and no light seemed to get through the thick layer of clouds.

"Try to get some sleep Alice, you look tired", Narcissa said and got up from the bed. Alice was right though, Anna shouldn't have left. The Dark Lord could have learned her much of value and them staying might have prevented the Dark Lords fall. They said good night, Narcissa walked to the first floor and Alice's made her way to the bathroom. Hers was in restoration for the moment and therefore she used one on the third floor. She opened the door and stopped in the doorway.

"Draco", she said and gave him a gentle smile. He didn't turn around; he just glanced at her trough the mirror before turning of the tap and exiting, without saying or looking at her. The gaze had felt cool, almost hateful. Had she done something wrong?

"Draco?" She asked after him, but he'd already made his way to his bedroom.