'I'm fine!'

Harianna and Ron exchanged looks at the laboured breathing woman in front of them. Hermione looked completely out of breath.

'Rose - Hugo?'

'Fine ... just ran back ... to check ... they're fine.'

Ron swooped Hermione up into a hug, and kissed the top of her head. 'What happened?' he asked once she'd calmed down.

'I was followed ... someone was following me - I'm sure of it,' Hermione whispered.

'What happened?'

'As I was making my way back home - I thought I was being followed - I caught sight of one person,' Hermione said, 'Ron they looked oddly like - they looked like Draco!'

'It can't have been!' Ron exclaimed, 'we were literally just with him!'

'I know - but I'm telling you that's what I saw - that's why I sent a Patronus - I thought - Ron I thought -'

'I know, it's OK,' Ron said consoling her, then he turned to face Harianna, 'We should check on Draco.'

'Manor?' Harianna said, 'It's the only place they might be - but Draco said his mother was out -'

'I'll check Diagon Alley - if she's out she might be there - you check the Manor - hopefully his mother might have not left -'

Harianna Apparated the gates of Malfoy Manor - the last time she had been here had been under completely different circumstances. The last time the Snatchers had to ask for entry to the Manor - this time, it had been as though the gates had been expecting her arrival, as they opened before she even reached them. She kept her wand raised expecting wards to erupt - to sense that there was an intruder, none came. The main door welcomed her approach too allowing her entry. Harianna kept a firm grip on her wand as she past the door, closing it behind her - she had an odd feeling she was walking into a trap.

Light brought to life the dark hallway in front of her. With no clue as into where Mrs Malfoy could be - or anyone else for that matter, Harianna stepped cautiously as she walked further into the Manor. She did not call out, she did not want to alert anyone to her presence. Silence greeted her as she checked room after room - until a strange muffled sound greeted her - the room from which the sound occurred was straight ahead of her. Slowly she opened the door - wand at the ready. But there was no sign of an attack - instead the strange muffled sound she had heard had come from something - or rather someone; Draco Malfoy.

Only he was not his normal self - wings had appeared and he was crouched over a body upon the floor. Harianna had never been this close to transformed Veela before. She stepped into the room and her heart skipped a beat as she recognised the room itself - the same room in which Hermione had once been tortured. Draco looked up - his face looked gaunt - tears rolling his cheeks. His eyes seemed to be constricted - and Harianna noticed his hands hand changed to - long -fingered nails clutched at the body beneath his own. Narcissa Malfoy's unmoving body - she did not need much more information as into the reason behind Draco's transformation.

She did not know what made her approach - or what made her reach out a hand - Draco moved so quickly that she thought he was going to attack her - but instead arms held her shoulders - Draco's head buried into her shoulders. Harianna let him sob uncontrollably.

'I've got you - you're not alone anymore - you don't have to - you've got us; Teddy and I, we're family, remember.'

Harianna had no idea how to comfort Draco the Veela - she just rambled, trying to reassure him. But it worked - the wings disappeared and so had the nails she felt digging into shoulders. Draco glanced up his eyes searching hers intensely.

'Weasley?' he asked hoarsely.

'OK,' Harianna replied, 'all OK. I think Hermione might have scared him off with her Patronus.'

Draco nodded in understanding, he straightened himself up, though he did not remove himself completely from her embrace, 'I really want to catch this bastard.'

'And we will.'

'I can't - I don't want -'

He seemed to be unsure of how to voice himself, though Harianna had a feeling as into what he was trying to say.

'You can stay with me - I'm sure Teddy would love that.'