LLL- Soooooo it was 70 degrees Saturday morning. Kind of hot. Saturday night it rained. Sunday morning it snowed. 20 degrees. I experienced all 4 seasons in two days.

Draco- Sounds like your state is bipolar.

LLL-Tell me about it.

Draco- She doesn't own Harry Potter

The Gryffindor common room is dark and quiet. Everyone is asleep but Triniti, who sits in front of the fireplace unable to think about anything except her past. She is continuously seeing the same images and memories that she's already seen before. Nothing new. She punches the tiny table in front of her and stands up, patience completely gone. Triniti trudges out of the common room, flaring with anger. She makes her way quickly to Dumbledore's office. She gives the password at the entrance and the stairs unwind from the giant bird. She enters through the large oak doors and sees that there is no one there. She closes her eyes and concentrates intently. "My wand. My wand," she whispers. "Where are you?" She feels a strong energy and her eyes snap open. Triniti walks towards the wall and touches it with her hands. She slides her hand along the wall and it starts to move. Stepping back she observes the moving stone. It reveals a stone bowl with silver liquid in it. Next to the bowl is her wand. "Yes!" She says, smiling from ear to ear. She grabs it and immediately she receives a shock. Her body is weakened and she falls to her knees, panting. She feels as if her heart is failing on her. Her memories begin to take over her entire body as they begin to knit themselves back together

Shut up, bighead! Why are you always giving up? So what you aren't better then me. You never will be. Stop crying like a baby and get over it."

"I'm not giving up!" Draco says, wiping his face.

"You're crying! That's a sign of weakness. Now shut up."

"Triniti! Draco! Enough. Come in, it's almost light out." Bellatrix says at the door of the mansion.

Draco runs ahead of her.

Another memory forms.

The dark lord looks her in the eyes. "That's not fair! Why does Draco get to go? I want to go too."

"No. Draco is Lucius's child. You are mine. You stay here and become stronger. Besides Draco will be a good loyal intel from within the school."

"I AM strong. And if that is the case why the hell is Severus there?" Draco isn't even a deatheater yet."

Voldemort lifts his hand and strikes her across the face, drawing blood with his nails. "Don't question me. If you want to be disobedient I can easily get rid of you."

She gets to her knees and looks at the floor. "I apologize my lord."

The memory fades, creating another.

She sits on the bed as Draco packs his bag, blond hair slicked back with a grin. She looks over at the floor frowning.

"What's wrong?" He asks her.

"Nothing," she pouts. He laughs and she glares at him. "Shut up. I'm glad you're leaving! Now I won't have to hear you cry all the time."

"I'm coming back you know." He says.

"You are?"

"Yep! Every holiday and between years."

"Holiday?"

"Yeah. You know. Like Christmas..." she stares at him blankly. "Oh, right. You don't know what that is."

"Yes... yes I do. You told me about it once."

He laughs again.

"What!?

"You're going to miss me."

She pouts again and looks at the ground. "I could care less."

"Yeah right."

"HEY! Don't forget who your authority figure is just because you are gone."

"Authority?"

"Yeah. I'm older then you!"

"By one bloody!"

"Still older," Triniti teases, sticking out her tongue.

Triniti puts her head on the floor and tries to stop the memories from spreading in her head like wild fire, but they keep coming.

She looks at his bed in the dark as she stands in the room. There is a noise behind her and she turns around, shocked. Draco stands at the door straight faced. The two look at each other without speaking.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"I... Uhm."

He laughs and looks out of the window. "Stupid." She raises her fist to punch him but he catches her hand. "I know all of your tricks." He lets her go and she turns away from him. "What? Not glad to see me? Didn't miss me?"

"How was Hogwarts this year?"

"It's been better..."

"Heard Lucius got sent to Azkaban." Draco says nothing and Trinti speaks again. "I'm leaving."

"What?"

"My father... I mean Voldemort gave me a mission."

"Really? Is it dangerous? Should I come with you?"

"No. Stay here. You've been through a lot. Rest."

"I can come..."

I don't want you to!" She interrupts "Just stay out of the way."

"So you just don't want me around."

She says nothing and steps out of the room. She shuts the door and leans against it, shutting her eyes against any tears that might want to escape. "Of course I want you around, Idiot."

Triniti sits up against the searing pain in her head and breaths heavily. She stops the memories from flowing. She'd welcome them but they only seem to be memories about Draco. She stands up, gripping the stone bowl for support.

"Well good evening Miss Triniti. Having trouble sleeping?"

She looks over at Dumbledore's desk and he is standing behind it. "Stop testing my patience," she grunts.

He gives her an expectant look. "Excuse me?"

She yanks up the left sleeve of her shirt revealing her dark mark. Slowly she approaches his desk. "Stop lying to me. This is only my second day here and I'll be damned if I stay in this school for a year knowing that I'm not even me."

"I should have expected.."

"What!?"

"You're smart. You found out about 4 weeks faster then I originally thought."

"How dare you."

"I'm sorry, but this is for your safety and everyone else's as well." He pulls out his wand and aims it at her. She flips out of the way of the blast, anger taking over her actions. He fires at her again and she whips her wand. It deflects the shot with a red spark. Her wand emits a shadow that surrounds her arm and she aims it at him.

"If there's one thing I know, it's that I'm more powerful then you. Then anyone..." She fires at him. He deflects it and the forces pushes him back into the wall.

"Expelliarmus." Triniti's wand goes flying across the office and she looks up to see Draaco standing at the door. He races her to the wand and grabs it before she does. The wand propels Draco across the room.

"Traitor!" she yells. This gives Dumbledore a few more minutes to regroup. He stands up and aims at Triniti. His spell hits her and she falls unconscious. Draco stands up, stretching his back from the hard impact.

"Draco," Dumbledore says. "What are you doing here?"

He says nothing and instead makes his way over to Triniti.

"Draco. I thank you for your help but..."

"I didn't do it for you," he says, continuing towards her.

"Don't touch her." Dumbledore states. "I know where I'll put her for the time being. For now, go back to your room." He still doesn't listen and continues his path towards her. "You want her to live, you listen." At these words Draco stops in his tracks. "Now go back to your room. I assure you her safety."

"You can't give me your word on that."

"You're right. But I can try."

With no more debate Draco leaves the office. His head pounds as he replays the sound of Triniti's voice as she calls him a traitor. He saw her wand in her hand so that must mean that her memories have returned. Quietly and slowly, he walks to the dungeon. Snape sits at his desk and looks curiously at Draco as he walks in.

"What? What is it?"

"Triniti."

"What about her?"

"She isn't dead."

"Yes...?"

Draco looks at him angrily. "What do you mean yes? You knew?"

"Dumbledore told me to keep an eye on her and I have been."

"You have!?" Draco shouts. "Then tell me why she is unconscious in Dumbledore's office right now?"

"What?"

"Tell me why no one told me that she was here! Tell me why she has been pestering me for the past two days and I thought she was dead! How long have you known?"

Snape stands up and says nothing to Draco, walking out of the room. Draco is tempted to follow him but does nothing. He drops to his knees. As he does this, a memory of Triniti comes to his mind.

He sits on the ground, tears in his eyes. Triniti stands above him, pointing her wand at him.

"It's not fair! Her wand is better. She has the core of dementor flesh."

"Quiet child!" Bellatrix says. "She is the same as you. She just has a stronger will. Like me." With that she turns and walks away.

"You're 13. Stop crying so much with me. You're strong. Crying is what makes you weak. Be strong for once Draco." She looks into the sky and holds out her hand to help him up. He grabs it.

Draco is on I knees, looking at the floor. He stands up and exhales deeply.

"I'll be stronger. For you."

LLL- Hope you liked.

Draco- you nice, amazing readers should review. *points wand* or else.