Chapter 7

Haradah was standing in Flourish and Blotts, scanning through several extra course books. She had made sure if any student needing extra help at Hogwarts was helped. Along with Lily and Severus three Ravenclaws, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor asked for permission to use her lab and expand their Potions knowledge which she gladly obliged.

She had become quite popular that even some teachers came for her guidance. The first years were especially happy that they got such a fabulous professor; according to the little ones.

Right now she was searching for some books on Runes, Arithmancy and other languages. She had a meeting with the goblins in about half hour where she would meet Draco.

The door to the bookstore opened and the magic that came with it alerted her who exactly had come. She knew him like she knew herself. His magic kind of warning her of what she was playing with.

He came right where she was standing. He was observing, teasing, and testing her. She was aware of the heavy eyes on her but she wasn't just any witch who would give up so easily on his whims, so she kept her head down and read the book in her hand. He came right behind her, too close and too warm. Trying to keep the flush rising on her cheeks, she looked at him straight in the eyes.

His eyes widened slightly before he schooled his expressions. He was struck by the colour of her eyes, like the green of the forest, like the green of the killing curse. He noticed her plump lips and high cheekbones, her eyebrows in perfect shape and a small nose. Her lashes were long and as she kept staring at him, he could feel that she would see his very soul from them. He swallowed hard.

'Yes?' It was barely a whisper he heard. The Dark Lord was dumb founded. She raised her brows in amusement at his lack of reaction.

'Perhaps if you'll excuse me.' With that he turned his attention to the book shelf in front ignoring her. Both stood side by side scanning through titles, yet intimately aware of each other's presence. Haradah left the store after purchasing few books and made her way to the goblin's bank. Meanwhile as she lfet the store the Dark Lord felt oddly cold. He didn't know why he was feeling such things. He had never been emotional. All he had known was cold, darkness and loneliness; these strange warm and fuzzy emotions were concerning him. Her magic came to him once more as if to reassure him of her presence, as if to reassure him she wasn't going to leave him. Her magic surrounding his like in sort of a hug and he sighed. Making his way to the bank he quickly dismissed the thoughts.

Draco Jarles Mcbath, previously known as Draco Lucius Malfoy stood in the waiting lobby of Gringotts, waiting for his cousin Haradah. He clearly remembers how the dynamic between him and Haradah changed after the war.

After killing Voldemort, saving the wizarding world and completing her responsibilities as the Girl-Who-Lived, she was broken; all and utterly alone for she lost everyone.

But she had extended a hand of friendship by saving Draco from going to Azkaban. After the war the aurors had barged into his home thus arresting him for being a death eater. During the trial Haradah had come and told the exact reason why Draco possessed the dark mark.

He owed his freedom to her but to his shock she smiled and said, 'I would like you to be my friend. I realise that I hurt your feelings by not accepting your friendship that day on the train.'

He swallowed the emotions. They had been children been they first met, but now a young woman stood in front of him who had tried every bit to keep his family reputation safe, because his mother saved her life.

'We are cousins actually, you know.' He replied. Her smile remained but there were tears pooling in the corner of her eyes threatening to fall. Narcissa had hugged the distraught girl, 'I'm sorry aunt Narcissa.' Haradah had said in a meeky voice. She still blamed herself for the death of her godfather Sirius Black.

'Shh love, it's alright. Everything is going to be okay.'

'Let's go home sister.'

Since then their relationship had groomed. Haradah had quite literally told people to keep their peeky long noses out of her business and not belittle her family. But the trip to goblin's bank after the war had changed everything. She learned that Dumbledore had hid her heritage from her. Her titles, her money, her properties and most importantly her Soulmate bond with Voldemort; their bond which could have saved him from insanity, their bond which could have stopped the war. They were in a way married but all her wills had been sealed by Albus Dumbledore which strict instructions that Haradah should never know about them.

All her beliefs shattered that day. She was shattered; she had killed that one person the universe had made for her. And all because she trusted someone blindly and never questioned his motives. That day she swore to take revenge on the old bastard manipulator.

She, Draco and Narcissa had discussed everything in detail. Upon much work they had finally found a time turner hidden away in one of the Potter vaults. The time turner's range could be stretched to a maximum of 25 years in the past. Haradah knew the consequences of what she was doing, but her brother had stood by her side through thick and thin.

'I go where you go sister.' Draco had said.

'It'll be dangerous. It won't be the same. I just hope I can save their lives.'

'Yes, and that is why you need me. Going alone will be very dangerous and I can't let happen anything to you or mother.' Haradah knew talking sense into him wasn't going to change his decision.

Which leads to the present. Draco sighed loudly when a hand tightened around his arm. He peered into the mischievous eyes of his sister.

'Alright brother?' Haradah asked kissing is cheek lightly.

'Yes, let's go.' He smiled down at her as they made their way to the bank manager, unaware of a pair of crimson eyes following them.