From an ecstaticly hallooing author comes an author's note:A very special thanks to my first reviewers, lilgenious, Lightaqua, Asase, QueenofNobodies, and Ghost Auror! You have made me do MANY happy dances on tip toes, and have made me simply squeal in delight! It means more than galleons could ever pay to have my story reviewed, so again, thank you! You are amazing!

So, now, another chapter for you as a treat! OMHP–two story chapters in one day! O.o (this is my face of "wowness" and shock of my beloved reviews and reviewers...

Oh, before I forget. I don't really know how the Patronus Message Spell works, so this is my take on it. This little note will make sense when you start reading...

Getting over her dreams and forcing herself to really wake up every morning was excruciatingly painful, and if it hadn't been for Lucie and the peppermint tea she brought as well as the ever-present tomes, Silwen's mind would have remained by the lakeside with an imaginary Draco Malfoy for perhaps the rest of her life. However, due to Lucie's constant prodding when Silwen began to nod off, and the constant admonishments of, "Get back to your books, Miss," kept Silwen's mind inside the books, if not in a dream. But Silwen should have known that when a crime against Voldemort is committed, punishment follows you, waiting for the exact moment to crumble the criminal's sanctuary.

CRACK. Was that...Someone Apparating? Knock, knock, knock. Perhaps.

"Hide," mouthed Lucie, waiting to open the door. Instantly, Silwen dashed silently out the back door as she grabbed the Elder Wand lying on the table next to her. Outside, Silwen accioed a parchment, wet quill.

"Lucie. The minute after I give the Elder Wand to you, find Harry and give it to him then disappear IF the visitor is a threat," she wrote, then wrapped the parchment around the Elder Wand. Finding a small bit of string on the ground, she secured the note onto the horrid stick. No matter who was at the door all precautions would be taken. And really, the Elder Wand was safest with Harry where it was guarded by not only Harry, but Hermione Granger as well. If anything, it had nearly the best protection she could give it.

"Silwen." That was impossible. It couldn't be.

"It's me. Draco." Involuntarily, she snapped her head up. Lanky blond hair, paling blue eyes, a sickly frame from months of imprisonment and malnourishment, large & warm hands swinging at his sides, seemed to lie to her, wanting her to believe that it genuinely was him. Once near the gate, Silwen stopped walking and leaned on it, her eyes fixed on Draco.

"I thought you were at your mountain cabin," she said uncertainly.

"Silwen. I-I have not time to waste." His eyes found her as he bent down and took her hands in his. "Your uncle is dead. Don't you want to go to his funeral? I-it's at my manor."

"How do you know?"

Quickly, Silwen got up off the ground, hid her wand in her robes, and strode to the front of the yard in order to gather some of her rapidly scattering thoughts. Right behind her followed Lucie and Draco, attempting to keep up.

"Severus tried to contact me with a Patronus, yesterday morning, but Voldemort interrupted and cast the Avada Kedavra. I heard him, Silwen. I heard Voldemort's voice. And your uncle's scream." Lucie walked over to Silwen and imperceptibly, Silwen smuggled the wand into Lucie's hands.

Smiling pleasantly now, Silwen said, "See that's impossible. The Patronus message spell works only for the caster. It doesn't carry on anyone else's voice. Now, I suggest you leave before I hex you to oblivion." 59, 58, 57...the minute was ticking.

"Silwen, darling, you know you want me to stay with you!" Draco began. 54, 53, 52...too slow, too slow!

"Draco? Is it really you? Or am I talking to a moronic servant of the Dark Lord?" she spat. 47, 46, 45...More time.

"Silwen, darling, of course it's me!" he began, but Silwen cut him off, raising her hand in a gesture much like one her uncle used to silence his classroom.

"Then-then what did we talk about on my last night at 'your' manor?" she asked. 30, 29, 28...Almost.

Draco merely smiled and said, "I'm sorry, love, but I simply don't remember."

Slowly, Silwen backed up into the proximity of her house, feeling no magical forces tingle. 20, 19, 18...She had to escape, but without a wand in hand, that was impossible and she wasn't about to take it from Lucie. The Wand's evasion of Voldemort was much more crucial than her evasion of him. Taking several more steps, she looked at Draco in the eye.

"Why are my protective enchantments down?" she asked, stalling.

"Ah, clever girl. You felt their absence. Only Snape's protegee would have," sneered Draco, approaching her. 10, 9, 8...Only a few more seconds.

"Who are you?" came her next question. Suddenly, Silwen couldn't back away any more. The house's wall stood apathetically behind her, not allowing her to make an escape. Draco came closer.

"Guess, Slytherin," mocked Draco.

"Obviously, the Dark Lord didn't send one of his favorite Death Eaters to bring me back-he needs their minds to be able to confer with his at a close distance, so let me see...We now have as options one of the Carrows, Mr. Greyback, Avery, Yaxley, or maybe even Dolohov." 3, 2, 1. Without a sound, Lucie's petrified body dissapeared. Thank the heavens. The wand was safe.

"And how, did you come to that conclusion?," snarled the morphing Draco, shoving her harshly against the wall.

"You forgot to see if I had the Elder Wand with me," she whispered, growing just as terrified as Lucie was. If only it had been Draco, she thought, a tear slipping out of her right eye.

"Don't you insul-wait-WHAT?" he screamed, his crude emotions ruining Draco's face. Slash! A knife tore across the tear's pathway, killing it before it could drop off her face. "Where is it?" he demanded.

"By now, it should be in the hands of Harry Potter." Slash! Thump. Silwen fell to the ground, her thump only slightly louder than Lucie's departure.

"Well then, at least I can take half of my mission to the Dark Lord," he whispered in a voice that sounded like iron nails scraping glass. "No," she moaned softly into the ground with more tears coming out, mixing with the blood. "No." An arm grabbed her. Thwack! Darkness. Blessed unconsciousness came over her and Silwen slept. However, sleep was no boon for she became lost in nightmares instead of dreams.

"I am sorry, Uncle," she whispered in her tormented sleep as the Death Eater transported her back to a tower of torment.

"Welcome back, little Slytherin," hissed a voice in her ears that made Silwen's waking mind desperately yearn for and cling to her nightmares as if they were her lifeline.

"No," she moaned again into soft linen sheets.