My cute little kitten,

I sense a disturbance in the force. Be careful, my dear.

With love

Your Amazing Master

Draco Malfoy was an only child in a very wealthy family. He had always got everything he wanted and never had to share. Because of that, he knew he was a greedy creature and a possessive person. Why denied it when it was true? It's his nature.

Sometimes, Draco hated the fact that he was friend with Cynthia. Ever since he met her, he had never stopped worried. About. Everything. Truly, his lifespan must have shortened at least ten years by now.

Every morning after had he woke up, whenever he check, there's always grey hair on his head. It pained for him to admit this, but the Malfoys were very vain. He knew for a fact that his Father used every hair products have known to wizards/witches to keep his hair looking like silk. He himself had a routine in which every morning he spends about two hours to keep his beauty regime done. Not that anyone knew…

Anyway, before he met Cynthia, his viewed of the world had been very limited. Granted, he was only 11 years old, but she always made he felt like he should have known better. He loved her, really. She's his best friend – along with Blaise, sometimes Daphne (but he would never tell them that even under the pain of death). However, Draco swore that girl didn't have any common sense or self-esteem at all – must be because of those blasted muggles (he thought with a sneered).

Speaking of revolting, he and his Father were trying to get Black a trial. It amazed him how deep were Dumbledoor nets had clawed into the wizarding politic system. Knowing Cynthia, after the deal with the Dark Lord and Dumblebee done, she would found the way out of this world forever if she could help it.

Draco knew that he would follow Hyacinth Potter everywhere. Always has been, and always will be. His gut, his instinct, every fibre in his body had always been drawn to her. He knew that, if push comes to shove, he would gladly give up his life for her too. But he was neither suicidal nor stupid. So he settled for the next best thing, became strong. Strong enough to not become a hindrance, strong enough to protect. He did not care if it was Moldyshort or Dumbledork, as long as they wanted to hurt what he considered his, Draco Malfoy would do anything, anything, to guard, to protect, to keep his Family safe.

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It saddened Blaise to say this, but life was very boring without Hyacinth.

He didn't know when (or how for that matter), but he had created a life that revolves around her. Seeing her smile always made his day. When she laughed the world seemed brighter. One could say he has a crush on her. But no, she was like his sister, his Principessa.

He could become protective of her, become her shield, but then that was Draco's job (not that he wasn't protective of her, it's just no one could be as 'protective' as Dray). He could become her conscious, her voice of reason, although Daphne already called dibs on that and so far she had done a great deal – he knew that nothing could stop Hyacinth when she was on a war path, so they went for the next best thing, damage control and stopped her from killing people when they still plan for them.

But no, Blaise knew he could never become all of the above. He knew he was her knowledge, her source of information. Everything she wanted to know, he would get them for her in every last detail. He had always been a silent child really. No one had ever cared who he was and where he had been, including his own mother (he knew she loved him, she sometimes just…forgot). He was okay with it, encouraged it even. It was better to be ignored than to be forced into something you didn't want.

But then Hyacinth happened.

When he met Hyacinth, suddenly he had a purpose. Suddenly his life before had been so dull. It was like all his life he had been waiting for this moment to happen. For the first time since forever, he felt like he was at home. Therefore, he would make the world burn if anything happened to it.

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Daphne knew she was not a fighter. All she ever had was her brain.

She knew she could be smarter than Hermione-Know-It-All-Granger if she wanted to. But then why attracted attention to herself? Hence, her decision to become a healer.

The reason was simple. Her group of friends somehow always getting into trouble, and instead of sitting there like a duck, she chose to do something about it. She knew herself – and maybe all of their group had some serious trust issue. If she couldn't become a fighter, she would damned well make sure she becomes the best healer that money can ask for.

Maybe it was still early to decide oneself's future, but this was a time of war, it never hurt to be prepared. Also, deep within herself, she knew she was meant to do this. She wouldn't…couldn't trust anyone enough to tend to her friends' health.

The letter/warning Tia sent them the day before didn't help either. She just knew Draco was going to freak the bloody hell out.