Lucius Malfoy, as evil as he was, enjoyed being clean. Hating dirt and considered everything in this world filled with germs. If you were to ask him, he would say he was never clean enough, constantly washing his hands. This being known, the fact that he was content being in this dirty cell was mind numbing. Maybe the Dementors had driven him crazy, or perhaps it was merely the power he had now, raging in side of him, but this very evil man was sitting, with a very evil smile.

Somewhere on a lower level a small wooden clock is ticking. On the face was a small blue hand print and a smudgy yellow smiley face. Under all of it were the words, " World's Best Daddy" in purple. The clock was 30 seconds from striking 11:00pm. On the very top floor of Azkaban Prison, a small man in torn gray robes was nerviously peeping around a corner. Carefully he snuck around the corner to the first cell on the block. Bending down low, he brought his face to the small slot in the door.

" My Lord", he whispered, " Eleven o'clock fall, the doors came down, eleven o'clock fall, my lord."

Grinning from ear to ear, Lucius Malfoy stood, arms to the sky, yelling, "depono magnus parietis" .

The walls began to tremble, dust fell from the ceiling. A blue haze filled the halls.At once, every prisoner stood in place, arms out, raising off the ground. Like a massive earthquake, the walls shook violently. On the bottom level, a small wooden clock fell off the wall, hitting the floor, shattering into little pieces.

Waking to a cold sweat, Draco sat up on the couch, Hermione asleep across his lap. Pulling a small blanket from the end of the couch, he covered her. He smiled a little when he saw the blanket was hand made, with the words " Ginny and Hermione Friends Forever". It reminded him of the awkward sweaters he always saw Ron and Ginny wearing after Christmas. His mind wandered to Harry and the others, if they were ok, never receiving an owl from them. Looking at his clock, it was 11:03 p.m.

Placing his hand to his heart, he could feel how fast and hard it was pounding. He had the strangest feeling in this throat, almost like he couldn't swallow. Draco directly related this feeling with the several times his father had strangled him. Carefully he slipped out from under Hermione, and walked to the window nearby. He stood there, rubbing his neck, relishing his memories of his father. How he hated him was not on his mind, but how he feared him. He had spent his entire life afraid of a man he knew to be of truly weak character. Proof enough was the way his father had cowardly reported that Voldemort had put his family under a spell.

By all means he was against all that Voldemort did, and stood for. But this showed his father's weakness. His inability to put his beliefs over self preservation.Losing himself in his thoughts he hadn't even noticed how he was dreamingly touching his wrist, just around his watch. Coming back to reality, he looked down at his wrist watch. It was such a silly thing, he thought. Given to him on his 16th birthday by Goyle's father. He wasn't sure what made him more angry, the fact that Goyle's father was just as evil as his father was. Or the general meaning of the watch, and all it represented. It was white gold, linked band with a rather large black face. The numbers were merely emerald notches, and it held several words through the center, in silver,

" Of pure blood, the greatest shall rise"

A credo of Salazar Slytherin no doubt. The urge to vomit came over him every time his eye caught those words. To think about all the people who have suffered, died even, made him distraught. His heart was too weak to even try to comprehend what his new found friends have endured over their young lives.

Turning his wrist over, he unclasped the watch, letting it fall open, then sliding it off completely. He stared at his watch, but what he was looking at is not the point. One of sound mind would be more interested in what he was, very apparently, refusing to look at. Standing in front of the window still, the street lights bathed him in a soft orange light. The tears that were welling up in his eyes were glistening like diamonds now. His left wrist bore red markings, where his watch had been on way too tight. In the middle of these markings was a small symbol. It was quite obvious the watch was on tight, as to not move and reveal it, this small tattoo of three letters in black ink. A.L.M. He lifted his arm to the ledge of the lower half of the window, so it was eye level. His eyes were closed now. Too tight for reason. His face was getting hot and he could feel his breathing quicken. He couldn't hold it in. Usually he held control over this, but for some reason, not this time. Somehow everything was different right now.

As quick as lightning, visions, memories even started to rush at him. A little silver haired boy playing in a great garden. Wildflowers everywhere. Running through a hedge maze he stumbled, falling to the ground. Suddenly another child fell on top of him. A little girl, long silver hair, same striking gray eyes and wearing a deep purple dress. the memory faded as both children began to laugh.

"HA! I got YOU this time!" " No fair Xuxa, I fell!"

A large room, dark, with a fire going. A man standing, facing the fire and the small girl near him on the floor. She sits on her knees, crying in hysterics, pleading,bleeding from the mouth.

" Daddy's please don't! I'm sorry! Daddy?!"

The two silver haired children, slightly older, spinning in circles under a willow trees long hanging branches. Laughter fills the air as the children collide with each other and bump to the ground.

" Will you always be with me Draco?" " Always!"

A woman with silver hair, on the ground crying, with a two small sets of eyes, peeking though the doorway at her.

" oh god..."

Two children sitting outside, in the pouring rain, hugging each other, holding on for dear life.

"Xuxa, I'm so afraid" " Draco, don't let go of me"

As quickly as they started, they were gone. He was panting now. Unable to breath. Touching his face he spoke,

" My dear sweet Xuxa, Oh how I miss you. I have never been so afraid before. He is going to kill me Xuxa. I wish you were here..."

He trailed off, going quiet again.For a moment the only sound was Hermione sleeping. His face squished up as a single tear fell from his cheek, to the table beneath him. "Draco don't let go of me" Her voice suddenly rang though his ears again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he screamed in agony.

Hermione sat up at once.

" What the fuck was that?" She cried out into the darkness of the room, " Draco?" she said, straining to see anything.

Turning to face the window she saw him there, in the lamp light from the street. Crumbled to the ground he held himself up against the wall, he was crying so loudly he kept coughing, trying to breath.

" ohh god!" he cried out.

His hands now holding his head. Hermione jumped quickly and ran to him. Holding him tightly, rocking him back and forth gently.

" Shh. It's ok. What happened? " She began to cry now too, in his distress, " What's wrong? Tell me. " She pleaded.

" He lied to me, That son of a bitch! All that time he lied to me. He said she ran away." Draco was screaming though his hands, " He lied to me. He killed her and didn't even care. Why did he take her from me?"

Hermione cradled his head against her, " Who?" she asked carefully, " Who did he kill Draco?" Sobbing he turned to her, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing.

" Adorabella, He killed my sister and he did it without a second thought Hermione. Oh god!" he whimpered

He continued to cry into her arms. She sat there, holding him, and rubbing his back in circles. Her eyes wide, unable to speak, unable to think, all she could do was give him comfort. There they stayed, holding on to each other, as he continued to cry.

a/n few things to add in here. First of all The initials on Draco stand for Adorabella Lyvia Malfoy. Secondly, he continues to call her Xuxa, Xuxa translates to Queen in a form of Latin. I don't know about you but i'm excited. I have everything planned out and i can't wait for you all to flip when you find out what's going on :) yay - Dazen ..

a/n ...also...for those who have already asked me..it's spelled Xuxa..but the x's are like z's..so like Zuza ( Zooza!)