Hello sweeties! I'm continuing this story after I saw the Half Blood Prince. It was awesome. Has anyone seen it too? *Looks for people's hand raised* Hmm…I know I haven't uploaded in a while, and I am so sorry. I apologize. I am also writing another story. Well, this story will take a while, as well. So, enjoy.

Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, I would be seeing Tom Felton and Emma Watson without having to look at pictures of them on the computer. So don't even ask.

Chapter Thirty: Draco is a…Death Eater? Part I

Catastrophe's POV

I raced down the stairs, only pausing to pass a group of Slytherins who looked at me like a piece of gum stuck to their shoes. My brother Draco was the 'King of Slytherin', as they called it, but it did not mean they referred me with the same respect. I tried to run without crashing into walls or pillars, as the portraits looked at me with interest as I wiped the never ending tears away from my eyes and cheek, so I could see better. The only Slytherins that were at least a bit good to me was Pansy Parkinson, (To my surprise, she wasn't that bad; just a bit whiny and clingy) Blaise Zabini, (Mostly because I was a Malfoy and Draco was my brother,) and Daphne and Astoria Greengrass.

Since the tears blurred my vision, I did not notice as I crashed wholly into a person with black robes. I realized my mistake, however, as I was greeted by the furious and, actually curious face of my potions professor, Professor Snape.

"Oh…I didn't see you there, Professor." I babbled as I brushed off my robes free of any dust, and offered him my hand, which he stared at before taking it and wincing.

"Yes. I figured as much, Miss Malfoy." He hissed, and then continued. "And pray tell, why are you crying like the world has ended?" he finished, brushing dust particles off of his robes.

"Um…Well, Professor, you have known my brother for the time he has been at Hogwarts since Year one, have you noticed his behaviour difference in classes or at meals?" she asked, for once dreading the answer he was going to give.

"Miss Malfoy, I did not recognize any strange behaviour lately." He stopped as I hung my head and brushed a stray strand of orange hair from my face. Stubbornly, the tears began falling again, and he paused, hesitating to tell me something.

"But, that does not mean I saw some difference in his behavior. He has been…Stiff, far away, and disturbed at anyone. Even me." He told me, and I could not help but to feel that I was related to him in some way. 'Rubbish, he is not related to me, just…share the same hobbies like making potions and such.' I thought, but the next sentence startled me.

"Miss Malfoy, did you know I am your godfather?" he asked, wondering what my act would be like, as I stiffened and whirled around, my robe whirling along with me in a whirlwind.

"Narcissa haven't told you, has she?" he paused again, and then nodded. "Is she dead?" he asked, motioning her to the stuffy, cold dungeon of his Potions classroom.

"Yes." I whispered, playing with the hem of my sleeve, wondering where he was, as I thought, he had to read the news sometime, didn't he?

"Oh, I see. I am sorry." He actually sounded sorry, and I forced a smile and thanked him.

"Well, I believe that since I am your godfather, I should take care of you two." He sighed, actually looking tired as he drank from his goblet.

"I guess so, Professor." I answered. Then I froze. What if Draco was a-

"Miss Catastrophe!" a firm voice snapped me out of my reverie and I whipped my head to the bedraggled Professor. "Are you quite all right?" he asked, having a small worry on his face expression.

"Oh yes, Professor, I was just…" I fidgeted with my robe again, looking into his black, charcoal eyes. "I was wondering if it is a possibility that…Draco…" I paused.

"Yes?" he pressed, urging me to the edge.

"Professor, what if…he is a Death Eater?" I closed my eyes, waiting for him to snap and yell at me to go out and clear my stupid head. But it never came.

"Miss Catastrophe…It is certainly possible, but it is rare."

"But, Professor, what if You-Know-Who picked him because my so called father is in Azkaban and he wants Draco to prove that Malfoy family could be a successor, saying that Draco himself could take over the Dark Lord throne-"

"Miss Malfoy!"

"And he'll be the new Dark Lord, and he'll help You-Know-Know get more powerful-"

"Miss Malfoy!"

"And he'll be hurt and sacrifice anything, even me, and we would never get the happy life that Mum wanted us to have, and…"

"MISS MALFOY!" the yell echoed through the whole dungeon and I gasped, finally stopping myself from talking.

"We'll continue this discussion with Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall." He finished, waving her off.

"Thank you, Professor!" I managed before I ran off to the Gryffindor Common room.

"Password?" The Fat Woman asked from her portrait, stretching as she woke from her nap.

"Love and Blood" I answered as she nodded and let me in.

"Cat!" Hermione gasped.

"Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, you guys…" I started, whimpering as Ron slowly wrapped his arms around me as Hermione looked on with interest.

"I think my brother- I mean, Draco, is a…A Death Eater." I whispered as Ron hugged me tighter.