Author's Note: I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, or a happy Kwanzaa. I will be going to Disney World and spending my day at Magic Kingdom. I am going to be busy with my husband since he is off for two weeks. I hope you all have good health and happy holidays.

Draco Malfoy was bent over on a sink with tears pouring down his cheeks. His arms placed on both of the sink's sides. The muscled arms were a poor way of hoisting him from collapsing on the ground. He turned the faucet as the water started to drown out his loud sobs. He started to cup the water in his hands as he splashed his face. Salty tears mixed with the fresh water as the tears started to leave his face. The red color even started to leave his face. Draco sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He would never be able to get those images out of his head.

His Charlotte had been thrashing, screaming, and crying. She had no wand to defend herself. She was so helpless. He bit his lip as he stood up straight. He didn't want to look at himself in the mirror. He couldn't stand to see his shame at the site of him crying. Draco shook his head and looked up to the mirror. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. A scared little boy unfolded in front of him. His eyes were puffy and blood shot from crying. Fresh tears started to pour down. His face was completely red as he continued to wash his face with the water. He still couldn't keep the promise he made for her. The promise to protect her has yet to be fulfilled. He was just so weak and couldn't stand up against his family and his beliefs.

You will prove it to her one day. . .

Darkness swept over Malfoy Manor as the inhabitants decided to turn in for bed. They were still on the look out for Harry Potter and his friends. The Death Eaters had no idea how to acquire Harry Potter alive. Most of the criminals found themselves longing to kill the golden trio. The Dark Lord was getting angry at them for having to wait so long. He waited a long time for the time to finally end his life.

A wizard walked through the long hall ways and towards the big room he spent a lot of his childhood in. He saw a wizard sitting on a wooden chair. He seemed to be asleep. The wizard, Wormtail, was supposed to be guarding the prisoners in the jail below the ground. The man smiled and walked towards him with a smirk on his face. He was going to make sure that he stays asleep while he talked to the prisoners, actually talked to only one prisoner. He had been thinking about her ever since he saw her earlier that day. He slipped his wand from the robes and pointed it at the sleeping man.

He smiled and muttered a quick spell realizing the man suddenly moved his head further on his chest. The man's chest continued to rise and fall showing he had done the spell correct. The blonde haired man walked to the sleeping guard and poked him. He moved slowly yet snores continued to fill his body.

He walked down the stone stairs and towards the iron door. The old man in the prison was asleep on the far side of the entrance. The woman was out cold on a wooden bench. Her chest slowly rose and fell showing signs of life. A sigh of relief slipped past his lips. He smiled happy that she was still alive. He moved the key to the knob and unlocked the door. He took a step inside still seeing the man was asleep. The dungeon smelled horrid as past victims met their bitter end here. He continued to walk towards her direction.

The elderly man was still asleep as the wizard dropped the key to the ground and ran towards Charlotte. The blonde dropped to his knees and examined her face and body. The bloody words 'Traitor' caused the skin around the wound to become a soft red. Her face was filled with tear stains, yet she looked so angelic. She didn't look like she was going to come to any time soon. He grabbed her hand and hoisted her up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bit his lip. He used one of his hands to push her head into his chest. Tears slowly poured down his cheeks as he snuggled into her head.

"I am really sorry, Charlotte. I am not the man you thought I was and the man you needed. I wanted to protect you, but I just can't," he tried to explain keeping his voice down. He kissed her head and sighed softly. He wanted to hold her forever, but knew he shouldn't be here. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of being caught down here. His father would be embarrassed by his failure once more. He still felt Charlotte breathing slowly. He sighed softly and continued to rub his cheek against her soft red hair. He loved everything about her.

He bit his lip once more and continued to hold her close to him. He dreamed about doing this to her once more. He loved having her close to him. A tear slowly slid down and touched her cheek. He moved his other arm to wipe the tear off of her face. She stirred some in his arms and sighed softly.

"I love you, Charlotte," he whispered softly and waited. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. He moved her hand to be on the stomach once more. Charlotte slowly groaned and moved around looking at him.

"I love you too, Draco," she whispered and slowly moved in his arms. Her body screamed in pain as she let out a soft whimper. The pain was at least bearable this time around. She didn't remember coming in here. The events slowly started to come back to her and she sighed softly. Was she the only one in here? Her eyes slowly adjusted and she noticed Mr. Ollivander. He was missing for so long and he was finally found. Charlotte hoped the old man did not suffer during his time here. Charlotte slowly moved so she was sitting up right with her back to the wall.

"I am sorry, Charlotte. I am sorry that I am not as strong as you wanted of me," he whispered and leaned his forehead against her. Charlotte smiled at him and clung to him closely.

"The right time hasn't happened yet, Draco. The time will come when you stand up for what you believe in," Charlotte assured him and stared in his eyes. He smiled and grabbed the locket from his pocket. Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked at it. He slowly opened it and saw the picture moving. The picture was a happier time with two magical humans dancing together and laughing. They seemed to have told each other a funny joke.

"I miss this time together," she whispered and he nodded. He closed the locket and secured it in his pocket once more. His hands rubbed her covered legs as he sighed softly. This was the first time the two of them had talked in two years or so. She could still feel her heart skip a beat whenever he spoke to her. He kissed her lips once more and smiled at her.

"When all of this is over, I want us to continue our relationship. The last two years have been hell for me, Charlotte. I want us to be one again," he confided in her and smiled shortly. Charlotte nodded immediately. Something about his words gave her hope. Did he think the Dark Lord would fall soon? Surely, he didn't expect her to live on if the Dark Lord won the entire war. Her heart started to pound ten times faster and she thought she was going to pass out again. Charlotte knew that Draco hated Harry Potter, but life could not continue under this pain and sadness.

Clunk . . .

Crash . . .

Draco suddenly heard a noise coming from the upstairs. The other death eaters must have found someone of value for them to bring a person here alive. He kissed her one last time and apparated out of the dungeon. Charlotte decided to lie back down and pretend that she was still knocked out. She waited for the door to open to see who the next prisoner could possibly be.

"I bet your damn father will never post a bloody thing again!" the man growled as he pushed a blonde girl inside of the prison. Charlotte opened her eyes as soon as the door slammed closed. The men were grumbling about being tired as they walked away. She noticed the blonde girl looking around the ceiling. Charlotte sighed and sat up wondering if she was trying to figure out a way to get out of the prison.

"You won't find a way out of here. Even if you did if they catch you they will just kill you," she told her suddenly causing the young woman to jump. The blonde girl had a look of fear on her face as if the idea had never come to her attention. The girl was younger than her maybe around a third or fourth year student. Charlotte sat up and watched the young teenager slowly.

"I am not looking for a way out. There are other creatures here that cause mischief. They are the nargles," she told Charlotte and she groaned inwardly. The red head started to remember her from Hogwarts, but couldn't place a name to the face just yet.

"My name is Luna Lovegood. What is your name?" she asked in a sweet voice. Charlotte knew she was the first year that joined her last year at Hogwarts. She didn't remember what house the hat placed her in, but she remembered that everyone in Hogwarts knew who she was. Charlotte always found her rather peculiar. She would often wander around and talk about creatures that were not known to anyone else. She heard about her father who was not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

"I am Charlotte Walker. You can call me Char," she smiled and noticed Mr. Ollivander was starting to come back to reality. Charlotte stood up and slowly walked over to him making sure he was going to make it. He seemed weak, but he was a strong wizard. Charlotte sat next to him as he sighed softly trying to become more orientated. Charlotte wrapped an arm around him as Luna walked towards them to help the elderly man.

"Where are we?" he asked and moved his head to rest against the stone wall. He slowly moved his head to look at the two women. Mr. Ollivander used his expertise to help them on their way to Hogwarts and now they were helping him.

"We are in Malfoy Manor, sir. The Death Eaters use this as a hide out for you know who," she whispered low enough so only the three of them could hear her. The old man nodded slowly as he continued to lean against the wall and the girls. Charlotte felt sorry for the man. She could see the wounds on his face and arms. He was tortured for information.

"I don't remember what I told him. I think I told him things to make the pain stop," he admitted suddenly and Charlotte nodded. Luna started to rub his hand warmly and tried to keep him calm. She could tell that he suffered a lot more than her.

What were they going to do to her?

She tried to not think about any more torture for the night. The old man didn't seem to be responding to anything they were talking about. Charlotte noticed he was starting to fall asleep once more. Luna slowly stood up and Charlotte grabbed the man to lay him back down on the bench.

"You should get to bed. We can't do anything but wait and hope," Charlotte sighed and walked towards a bench that was in the back, yet close to the elderly man. Luna nodded and walked to the bench herself and smiled warmly.

"I know what you are thinking and Harry will win this for us," she told Charlotte and the red head cringed. She had been wondering that more and more now. What if something happened to him? There were so many possibilities to why he wouldn't make it to the end.

"I hope to one day have as much faith as you do," she replied to her and smiled warmly. Charlotte didn't personally know Harry Potter as much as this young girl seemed to. Maybe she should have a little more faith in the wizarding world.

"It is nice to have a strong faith in some one. He has never let me down and been a great friend," she smiled and rolled over looking at the wall. Charlotte smiled and rolled over on the bench and stared at the wall. She hoped that the future held good things for them.