A/N: I know that I kind of sucked this weekend. I was up in Fairbanks, Alaska for a bowling tournament. So, I apologize that these two chapters were "late". But I don't have plans for another tournament until January, so as long as I can keep up with my thoughts, they will still be posted pretty regularly.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading. Seeing the numbers increase daily does make my day seem brighter. You are guys are awesome! :D

Henny, that lucky Penny!

The Hospital Wing

Draco Vision:

"I think I am going to pass out." she rasped out before I saw every muscle in her body go visibly limp and she pitched foreward.

Although I was in time to prevent Henria from hitting the floor, we still landed on the ground. She landed ontop of me. All her weight rested on my chest. I can honestly say that she was not light. Maybe not heavy, but definitly not the lightest dead weight.

"Weasley! Potter! Help me get her up!" I called from the floor.

I heard their clomping footsteps as they hurried over. They lifted her gently off me. When I stood up, I assessed my body. i'Nothing broken.'/i I determined. Then I took Henria's slight form and headed for the door.

"Where do you think you are taking her, Ferret?" Potter asked vehemently.

"She obviously needs medical attention. Unless you can pull a license out of your arse, Potter, I am taking her to Madame Pompfry." I replied tersley, choosing to ignore the name calling. I walked out and headed up to the Hospital Wing.

Fourty-five minutes later, Henria was in a hospital bed with a bandage around her head, resting. She had been in bad shape when we arrived. She had a minor concussion along with a broken rib and scrapes and cuts on her arms and knees. Madame Pomfry said she would be sore when she woke up. Apparently, she had been running.

While she slept, I sat beside her bed in deep thought. I had been responsible for the death of her uncle. While I may not care for the crackpot old fool, I did have some feelings for Henria. I did not feel guilty about the death of the old man, but that Henria had suffered.

Ever since that fateful day, I had been avoiding the Dark Lord. Along with Severus, I had been hiding . He had felt it was safe enough to return to Hogwarts. I did not understand why he would send me to school with Voldemort spies throughout the castle. Severus was the most clever Wizard I knew, so I trusted him.

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. I did not want to think about my impending doom. I rolled up my left sleeve and glanced down at the darm blemish upon my skin. I felt a slight tingle down my spine. The power emitted from the Mark was almost frightening.

"So that is what made you devise an elaborate scheme to almost kill my uncle?" a voice growled at me. I jerked my head up and looked into Henria's light brown eyes. My throat constricted at the angry heat blazing in her gaze.

"So it is." I responded, desperately hoping that she could not hear my emotion.

"Get out." Henria whispered. I looked deeper into her eyes to find some kind of pity. When I did not find any, I accepted defeat.

I nodded my head and rose from my chair. I turned towards the curtain parting and walked up to it. I knew when I separated them, that I would not be able to earn her trust for a very long time. I felt a tug at my chest. The last hope of a real friend here was lost.

Henria vision:

"Get out." I whispered, my eyes ablaze with a hateful heat. Defeat dimmed his eyes.

Draco nodded his head and rose from the chair. I could see him calculating what was going to happen as soon as he left. He knew that it would be a very long time before I could look at him with a smile. The Common Room would be a very cold place.

With a swish of white cotton, Draco was gone. The small partioned space I was calling my own cooled considerably. My own coldness left a chill around me. My own unfaltering left me with no tears. I am a bitch. A cold, heartless bitch.

I closed my eyes and evaluated my injuries for myself. Not that I did not trust Madame Pomfry, I just needed to know what was going on. And what I assessed, hurt like hell. Now that I was actually not thinking about Draco, I felt every scrape and bruise I had. My muscles were screaming.

"Henria?" a soft, cutting voice pulled me from my pain. I snapped my eyes open and looked upon the face of Minerva. I felt a headache approach from the back of my eyes.

"Minerva?" I replied with an almost bored tone. Displeasure flashed in her eyes.

"Glad to see you are awake." her tone was crisp and almost sarcastic. I really offended her. My father will hear about this.

"A little bump on the head isn't enough to stop me." I replied, "How long was I out?"

"An hour at best. Madame Pomfry is amazed you can even remember your name. You hit your head fairly hard, Henria." Minerva went soft around the eyes a bit. I decided I would not be snide.

"Don't I know it." I said, "Anything happen during my short trip to Lala Land?"

"Harry, Hermione and Ron came back." Minerva said, looking at me with an I-know-something stare. I could tell she knew that I knew they were back, "They looked healthy, for being on the travel."

"Excellent survival skills." I said, ignoring her knowing tone.

"Yes, very good survival skills." her voice had a certain finality to it. My anmesty period was gone. I was not worried about it too much.

They are not going to say anything and I was not going to say anything. My adamant ignorance of the rules was not going to get me kicked out. Although, my father will hear about this, too.

"I bet that was Hermione." I threw out there.

"She is a bright witch." Minerva replied off-handidly, "I am going to let you get your rest now. I will be back to check on you later."

"Alright," I sat up slowly, "It was nice seeing you." and she was gone.

Now that I was sitting up, I could feel how banged up my ribs were. I could not even lean to the side of foreward and backwards. I was as stiff as a board. So, to punish my body for being stupid and vulnerable, I fell backwards on my pillow. My broken rib moved and horrendous pain shot up my body. I winced.

I carefully rolled over and burrowed my head into the pillow. The headache I had felt coming, exploded inside my skull. I started crying then. I could not take being away from home anymore. I could not take the pain anymore. I was tired and I could not move. This all depressed me. And I could not take it anymore.

Suddenly, I felt someone touch my calf. I rolled over and kissed the stone. Everything jarred in my body. I gasped and tried to catch my breath. The someone started laughing. I would have already got up and started kicking ass if I could move. So, I just looked at their shoes. I recognized those shoes.

"Daddy?" I wheezed out. I got up slowly.

"Yes, my baby girl?" he said with a smile.

"I would run and hug you, but I'm afraid I'm done causing myself pain today." I said with a huge grin on my face. Most of my pain had vanished. I had a happy distraction.

"I understand." he smiled, "I saw you throw yourself down on your bed." I could tell he was silently chiding me.

"Yes, I was frustrated." I said matter-of-factly.

"I see. You threw a fit like a five year old." he said as he sat down at the foot of my bed.

"I don't like it here." I decided to come clean about the whole thing.

"Ah, I could not tell." he said.

"If you are only here to be a smartass, then you can just leave." I crossed my arms infront of me chest and slouched down.

"Stop acting childish, young lady." my father scolded.

"I am entitled to a bit of childish acting. I have to act like an adult all day." I shot back.

"Welcome to the real world!" my father's voice rose in volume. My temper flared. I bit down on it for a second. I refuse to fight with my father after he took the time to come see me in the hospital.

"I am sorry." I looked down at my hands and sighed, "I have no excuse for my behavior. Except that I am tired and stuck in this damnedable bed."

"That is not an excuse and you know it." he berated me, "You are just being a brat."

My words froze in my throat. My father was not here to baby me. He was here to scold and disrate me. My good feelings left me and a headache burst open behind my eyes. I felt myself go stiff and it terrified me. I was being defensive with the most easy-going man alive, my father. I felt like an even bigger pile of shit, then I already did.

"Don't try and force me to see the real world, you ass." I said quietly, almost under my breath, "You threw me into this mess. This was all your hot idea. I didn't want any part of this crap."

"Stop complaining and man-up, Henria Celeste!" my father snapped. I was taken aback. My father never snapped or used my middle name, ever. My words were caught in my throat once again.

Then something happened that has never happened too. My father bowed his head and he started crying. In all of my seventeen years of living, I had never seen my father cry. Not when my mother passed away. Not on my first day of school. Not even when I fell out of that damned tree and broke my arm. I did not know what to say. So I did the only thing that I knew how to do. I got up slowly and embraced my father and let his sobs rack through my bruised and battered body. I laid his head on my injured shoulder.

Letting all that pain course through me was not a smart thing, but just watching my father bear all that emotion alone, killed me more. I would rather take the physical pain than deal with the emotional. My emotional tank was full and I had a huge headache from it all.

"Daddy?" I whispered into his ear, loud enough for only the two of us.

"Yes, baby?" he choked out through the sobs.

"I love you." I said those three words so quietly, that my breath did not even move his hair. His arm enfolded around my body and held me tightly. Pain shot through every nerve, but I did not care.

"I love you too, baby girl." his voice was sweet and soft, but I heard him clear as crystal. And it made all the pain seem to drift away.

"Promise me you will write. If you need be, take Denali with you. I won't mind." my voice betrayed me.

"No, I will send Dee with any letters. You need as much Alaska as you can get." his head lifted and his arms unwrapped from my body. I felt accomplished.

This may have been our biggest arguement we have ever had, but I feel closer to him since we had it. He showed his worry about me tonight and it made me realize that he was still my father. While we may played the parts of father and daughter, we were best friends. Before I had anyone, I had my father, that was it. He and I survived the worst that this world could throw at us. And that is what made us, us.

"Well Henny, I need to head off. I need to get back and make sure that Mark and Kadie don't burn down the house." my dad kissed me gently on the forehead. My problems seemed like a million miles away. It was only myself and my father.

"Don't let Kadie kill Mark. Tell her to wait until I come home." I said with a smile. He smiled knowingly. And then he was gone.

I got into my bed and laid ontop of the covers. I was sore and tired and riled up. My current state prevented me from doing anything physical to release my frustration, but my body twitched to do so. In fact, the twitching got worse as the minutes ticked by.

My twitching got so bad, I got out of bed and looked around for some clothing. I started curing loudly when none showed up. I sat on the bed, trying to figure out what to do. A gust of wind blew my hair around and I looked up.

Denali had some clothes clamped in his beak. My first thought should have been, How did he get into the bathroom to get to my trunk? Instead, my first thought went, My owl cannot color coordinate.

"You are my savior, Denali." I said with a grin on my face. He dropped the shirt and shorts and hooted happily. I blew him a kiss as I exchanged hospital garb for street clothes.

I looked around for anything that might be mine. When I found nothing, I peeked through the curtains to see if the coast was clear. I saw no one and made my way quietly to the Hospital door. I left, not making a noise.

I made my way slowly to my dorm, avoiding patrols like the plague. I did not want to run into anyone for fear of moving my rib, or hitting something sore. My mission was not to cause more pain for the day.

Or atleast, right now.

I came to my entrance and murmured the password. The portrait swung open and I saw my prey. They were sitting in my Common Room, on my couch, talking quietly amongst themselves. My temper flared and glass broke. Literally.

The Trio jumped up from their seats, their wands drawn. All tips pointing at me. They hesitated though. That was a big mistake.

With a flick of my wrist, their wands were in my possession and I was angry.