~ Interlude ~

With his back plastered to the sweet-smelling grass, the sky before Draco's eyes seemed infinite.

It was one of those hours of the day that was simply magical during summer: the humming sounds of insects echoed from the woods, the air was humid but cooling, and the sun was beginning to dim overhead as it set.

Truly, it was the perfect end to a perfect day. It was too bad that, from tomorrow, things would change.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" Nine-year-old Draco Malfoy glanced sideways, pleadingly meeting the emerald-green eyes of his best friend, Henry Selwyn.

Henry laughed at the adorable, puppy-eyed expression. "Come on, Drake. I'll be back before you know it. As much as I wish I could, I can't just skip school and stay here all the time, I do have to go to school. Besides, you'll be at Hogwarts in no time."

Draco pouted, watching the green tint drift into the sky from Henry's Voice. "I know, stupid." Shoving his hands beneath his head, he turned to face Henry. "Tell me again about Hogwarts? What's being a First Year like?"

Henry laughed, turning to face Draco as well. "Haven't I already told you this like, ten times?" Nonetheless, he obligingly began, "Ravenclaw is the best house, I don't care what our parents say. Ravenclaws can focus on learning, no need for all the silly posturing and politics that Slytherins must do. The Common Room is amazing, full of books and reading nooks, and it's so quiet. Perfect for studying! The older students and the students who graduated leave notes there, even about their own personal research. Most of it is way too advanced for me now, but I can't wait until I can practice some of the spells."

Draco's wistful gaze was strong as he listened. "I wish I was going to Hogwarts with you." He sighed, plucking grass in both of his fists absent-mindedly. "Maybe then I can finally get away from Father."

Henry gave Draco a sympathetic look. "I wish you were coming, too. But really, Draco, your father isn't so bad. I wish you wouldn't argue with him so much, it only ends badly for you. He just wants what's best for you, right?"

Draco snorted in response, eyes suddenly bleak. "No, he just wants what's best for the House of Malfoy. He could care less what I want."

Henry shrugged neutrally in response, before breaking into a grin and elbowing Draco in the side. "Good thing you're such a mama's boy then, isn't it?"

Draco stuck out his tongue at his friend but didn't deny it. "Your parents are way better. They let you get away with everything."

A dark look crossed Henry's face, but Draco was thankfully looking elsewhere. "Yeah, they are pretty relaxed." He agreed nonchalantly. Standing up, he reached down and tugged Draco up also. "What do you say we raid the kitchens and ask Dobby for some ice cream?" he suggested, hands placed confidently on his hips.

Draco's lips quirked into a smirk. "I knew there was a reason you were a Ravenclaw." He joked, nudging his friend with a shoulder as he strode past him. "Race you!"

Both boys were off like a shot, their laughter ringing through the summer air as the sun set behind them.

Head bowed, arms curled around his knees, Draco stared at the ground. Dread curled through his veins, but he didn't dare look up. He shivered in the biting wind, feeling just as cold on the inside. Weak. Useless. Worthless. His cheek throbbed. The imprint of his father's signet ring was starkly printed across his skin and painted with bruising.

Arms wrapped around him, and a warm form settled beside him. "Drake, you're enough. You're okay as you are, no matter what your father says. You're a good kid. I promise you that no matter what, I will always remind you: You are not alone."

Draco didn't cry, because he couldn't. But his expression crumbled, and he buried his face in Henry Selwyn's chest, his whole body trembling.

"Henry!" the boisterous shout came from above him, so the Selwyn heir glanced up curiously. A smile broke across his face when he saw Draco perched outside his window in the neighbour's apple tree, shit-eating grin in place as he tossed an apple up and down in his hand playfully.

Darting to the window, Henry slid the pane open and leaned out. "Drake! What are you doing, Old Man Haroe could be by any moment!"

Draco just laughed. "I'll have to be quick then! I'll throw some your way, so catch, dummy!"

Ten minutes later, both boys sprawled out over the carpet, a trail of apples strewn across the room. Their eyes were bright with mischief, and their bellies sore from laughing and eating copious amounts of stolen ruby red apples.

Henry's lower lip trembled as he tried to reign in how upset he looked, to stay strong. "They…they're dead, Draco. My parents, my sister, my uncle…all dead." His green eyes glistened with tears, and he closed his eyes to hide them. "I'm the only Selwyn left now."

Draco didn't hesitate a moment before he rushed over, pulling Henry into a fierce hug. A determined, protective look shone from his silver eyes. "The Aurors will find those responsible, and we will make them pay. Henry, no matter what…you are never alone."

Scarlet drops splattered across the white chaise, painting the serene room in gruesome violence. A scream was audible as a small body clutched his gushing appendage to his chest, sobbing in a mix of terror and pain.

His wand was raised. He had just done that. How could things have gone so horribly wrong?

Draco couldn't tear his eyes away from his best friend, mute and frozen with horror. An overly firm hand grasped his chin and throat, tilting Draco's face up to meet the furious yet vindictive eyes of Lucius Malfoy. "This is sacrifice. This is duty, and this is the result of your disobedience. Learn your lesson, and maybe you won't make such a mistake in the future." With a sneer, he roughly pulled his hands from his vice-grip around Draco. "Now go. I can't stand the sight of you."

And Draco fled, faster than he ever had before, too numb and shocked to even look Henry in the eye. Green eyes watched him go, burning with betrayal and anger.

Draco's head pounded in time with his feet, but the pain in his heart overpowered it all. Because he…he had just maimed and abandoned his best friend, and nothing would ever be the same. You are never alone.

Draco had turned his only lifeline into a lie with his own two hands.

~End of Interlude~

Draco stared at the wand in his hands, lost in memories. In the past, he had tried to out-manoeuvre his father, and it had ended in disaster. It didn't matter that his father had lied to him about the spell. Draco had still used it, had still caused pain to the only person in his life he truly relied on and trusted. He had still chosen to run from the only good thing in his life.

Draco couldn't say a word against Henry. Any revenge Henry decided to carry out, he deserved. He had run like a coward instead of facing his mistakes. Hell, he'd behaved exactly how his father had wanted. The simple fact that he hadn't seen Henry since that day meant that his father's plans had worked perfectly. Draco was simply a pawn on the chessboard.

He had thought himself better than that, but as they say…pride comes before a fall.

After that day, he had promised to do better, to see the machinations of the puppet masters before it was too late. Yet, here he was trapped in another web of manipulations and unable to escape. Not only did it make him furious, it made him doubt himself. Had things really changed at all since he was ten?

And this Dark Magic aptitude test…it had his father's handiwork written all over it. He felt sick. It was starting again. He could see the strands trapping him, but not the web, which meant that he was pretty much doomed to be trapped by it once again.

There were two positives in this situation that kept Draco from despair. Well, three really. First, his father hadn't discovered his Sight. When that occurred, Draco knew things would be over, and he would have lost, with no chance of turning the tables. Second, he had overcome Imperio, which meant that his father's standard method for controlling him was cut off. Finally, he had more people he could trust this time, people his father couldn't cut him away from so easily. Viktor was untouchable because of the blood bond. Even trying to harm him by proxy would be impossible without harming the House of Malfoy as well. The Weasleys were mostly safe, as well. His father could perhaps strike at Arthur or Percy Weasley's employment in the Ministry, but Draco doubted Lucius would bother. It was petty revenge, beneath a Malfoy.

As for Severus, he was great at hedging his bets. Draco knew that his father would believe Severus was on his side, and therefore have no reason to harm him. Those who his father could truly harm were sheltered by their disassociation with Draco in public, like Theo.

There was really only one person Lucius Malfoy could harm easily: Narcissa. But to strike at her would be to strike at his own weakness, as well. Family was a knife that cut both ways.

So, no, things were not hopeless. Draco took a deep breath, trying to sink the thought past his doubts. His father would always be capable of causing him great pain, but he couldn't destroy everything. Some things were out of even Lucius Malfoy's reach.

With another deep breath, Draco stood. He should see Severus; the Potions Master would be awake at this time anyways. Perhaps talking to Sev would ease some of his anxieties.

Unobtrusively, Draco made his way through the corridors and to Snape's quarters. With a soft knock, he paused outside the door and waited.

Moments later, the door swung open. Snape looked unsurprised to see Draco outside. "Come in." he stepped aside and waved Draco in brusquely.

The two took a seat at the small table, not bothering with small talk. With a small, bleak smile, Draco spoke first. "What's the damage?" he asked flatly.

Severus Snape rubbed his forehead, looking stressed. "Things aren't good." He responded bluntly. "Miss Parkinson and Mister Nott are both being summoned. Potter and Longbottom, as well, but they will surely be protected. They both have powerful allies. Were you still under your father's protection, I could say the same for you. The fact that you're not…" the Potions professor trailed off, shaking his head. "You have allies, but they are young. Dumbledore and his lot would certainly try to assist you, but I'm afraid they will exhaust their resources protecting Potter and Longbottom. Of course, those two will be his priority."

Draco smiled humourlessly. "Undoubtedly. After all, he pities me, but he doesn't see anything of use or value in me. Just a poor, misguided boy who is a coward and got lucky once." Crossing his arms over his chest, he snorted. "At least I did one thing right."

Severus quirked a brow at him. "Indeed. Things could be worse. I'm certain you've felt that your father was behind this, and that is the case. Even I don't know his end goal this time, but I suspect that these aptitude tests are a distraction, a ploy to hide something else."

Draco nodded. "My thoughts were similar, but it still doesn't mean that I can afford to ignore the distraction. That's why he placed Theo and Pansy in the firing range as well. My own danger I could ignore, but not this. He's also hoping to determine to what extent the Slytherins have fallen in line with me, hence Theo. I'll have to assume his father will protect him this time, or risk showing my hand. As for Pansy, perhaps it is best that I let Viktor handle this one." He risked a glance up from his hands toward Severus. His Head of House was watching him with a smirk.

"You've certainly thought this through. The problem is that your father knows you too well. I am sure he would not be averse to hitting a target he did not aim for, but in this case, he is aiming for you, not the friends in your periphery. In this situation I believe you are correct. Your friends will be taken care of, but what of you? Leaving yourself unprotected is exactly what your father will expect, and that would be foolish." Severus steepled his fingers together. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you of that."

A hot flash of anger shot through Draco, but he steadied himself within a few breaths. "No. You don't." Pushing back his chair, Draco turned away from Severus. Lashing out would be pointless. Severus Snape was sharp and far from a people person, but Draco saw the same faults in himself. The truth was painful in this case, but that didn't make it any less true. Draco believed that the truth was always necessary. People who believed lies either wanted them to be true badly enough that they lied to themselves or were so afraid a lie might be true that they tricked themselves into believing it. Draco refused to be so foolish. He couldn't afford to be.

Turning back to Severus and taking a seat, Draco gave his mentor an apologetic smile. "You're right. But it's also obvious that I don't really have a way of protecting myself from Umbridge at the moment. And I can't really fight against her completely, she's all Henry has left."

Severus made a sour face. "You could, you just refuse to. There is a difference. But semantics aside, you should consider what your father stands to gain from this. Maybe between the two of us we can piece together his plan."

Draco frowned. "There are some things that have bothered me lately. My father's not the type to play second to anyone, so I've always wondered why he chose to follow Voldemort. There is something Voldemort had that he wanted. It seemed a risky move for the pay-out, and he only narrowly escaped Azkaban because of his contacts in the Ministry. And speaking of the Ministry, they have been far too active as of late. Umbridge is not my father's ally, but he has her dancing to his tune along with the rest of the Ministry. So, my father must have promised them something big." He stood up to pace, needing to move. "After my disownment, I discovered suppressed memories. If he bothered to erase them from my mind, they were obviously important. There was a conversation between Lucius and my aunt about Voldemort's prowess at possession, so that is significant somehow. He also erased certain information about the vampire clans and their hierarchy. The vampires always refused to serve Voldemort, so my father both hated them and respected them. In another memory he tampered with, I stumbled across a genealogy that showed how the Malfoys frequently intermarried with those who were strong with mental magic. Even worse, there was a note inside that indicated that my father may have had a hand in the death of the Selwyns."

Snape looked immediately concerned. "That tells me more than you would expect, and I suspect that if your father knew you recovered these memories he would have you killed." Gesturing for Draco to sit, he faced the Black, his demeanour stern. "Draco, as someone who is skilled in the mental arts, I can tell you that possession and mental magic are connected. If your father was aware that the Malfoy blood was strongly fortified with mental magic, he would also know that there is an excellent chance that Voldemort would be unable to possess him. Knowing Lucius, he likely intended to take this asset even further and use it as a weapon. With Voldemort in a place between life and death, now, I am unsure if his plans have failed. As for the massacre of the Selwyns, I have always suspected they learned something incriminating about your father and attempted to coerce him into doing something. Likely, his response was swift and violent."

Draco squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "And the vampires?"

Severus shrugged, mouth twisting with discomfort. "I am unsure. But I do know how you can find out. By happenstance, Remus Lupin is owed a favour from a vampire after events during his schoolboy days. And I do believe that Remus Lupin feels rather guilty about certain events to do with you as of late."

Draco scowled. "I am still angry with him, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. Is Black still hanging about like a fungus?"

Severus stood, face sour again. "When is he not?" he asked, rather rhetorically. "He is staying next door to Lupin. They happen to be night owls, if you decide to pay them a visit tonight. But you didn't hear any of this from me, as I'm sure you know."

Draco nodded. "I understand, Severus. Thank you." He stood and left his godfather to his thoughts, heading instead of the quarters of Remus Lupin. On his guard, he knocked firmly.

This time when the door opened, he was greeted with twin looks of shock. "Draco?" Lupin blurted, unable to hide the surprise in his voice either.

Black was equally open. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, scowling.

Luckily, Lupin still had manners. "Come inside, we can talk there. Would you like any tea?"

Draco politely declined. "No, thank you. I have a matter to discuss with both of you." His gaze was sharp, wordlessly informing Remus that he was still in hot water. They all settled into the small living area, Draco across from Remus and Sirius.

Not allowing the awkward silence to settle, Draco spoke first. "Black, shit is about to hit the fan. Last chance to change your mind and let me leave."

Sirius chuckled. "Okay. Say I believe you. Why should I?"

Remus clicked his tongue in disapproval, but Draco ignored him. "Lupin's already told you about the magic aptitude test. It's obviously a distraction of some sort. My father and Umbridge are both aiming at me, so whatever is actually happening at the end will hurt me. Obviously, Dumbledore and his do-gooders will rescue your precious Potter, and Longbottom if any resources are left. I'm at the bottom of the priority list. And if you haven't noticed, that's the case for everyone. I have no protection from anything the Ministry, my father, or a professor decides I deserve. If you decide to persist in this course, you will have nothing but yourself to blame later. And rest assured, I won't forget your actions, either way." Although in theory it seemed like Draco was saying he wouldn't forget a debt, his tone made it clear that he wouldn't forgive a refusal.

Sirius raised both eyebrows, a jovial expression still present. "It seems like a lot of paranoia to me. I'm not Dumbledore's biggest fan, sure, but I have no reason to believe you and go against what he wants on your whim. Got any proof, kid?"

Draco's expression was blank. Dangerously blank. "If I had proof, I would have a lot more options and certainly wouldn't choose you. My father has a lot of enemies. Proof would grant me their aid, if only for revenge. So, no, I don't have proof. But I do have a brain, and anyone with a smidgen of common sense can tell that something big is going to happen soon."

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, without proof, I'm afraid I won't change my mind. I have no reason to make a dangerous enemy just because a paranoid kid is afraid. Sorry, cousin."

Draco clenched a fist, hidden against his side. "Understood." Just like that, Black seemed to no longer exist before his eyes. He turned instead to Lupin. "Black's paid up by connecting my magic, but you still owe me."

Remus cautiously nodded. "What do you want? I'm afraid I can't protect you this time, so if that's it, it won't work."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "I'm aware of equivalency. That's not the favour. Rumour is, a vampire owes you one. I want to have a chat."

Sirius and Remus exchanged alarmed glances. Sirius spoke first. "Look, kid, the vampire clans never side with humans. They are a dangerous enemy and easily offended. You should rethink this."

Draco ignored him, as if he'd never spoken. "Set up a meeting before sunup and this is a debt repaid. You can have anyone in Hogwarts pass the news along or send an Owl. I'll be waiting." He stood up and left without a backward glance, returning to Charlie's rooms.

The Dragon Tamer glanced up when he entered. "Blow off some steam?" he asked cautiously.

Draco dropped into 'his' chair. "I talked to Severus. Then I paid a visit to Black and Lupin." He filled Charlie in on what Severus had said, and what he had asked of both Black and Lupin. "He is supposed to set up a meeting before sunup." Draco finished, leaning back and taking a breath.

Charlie stared at Draco in silence for a moment before chuckling. "Damn, and here I thought you would be brooding in the Room of Requirement all night."

Draco sniffed, crossing his legs elegantly. "I prefer to channel my rage into more productive outlets." He responded, but there was amusement evident in his eyes.

Charlie snorted. "Of course you do. Well, I do have a question after all that. If your father was interested in possession, could it perhaps be because of the consequences? What happens if Voldemort tries to possess your father and fails? Would it weaken him? Maybe Lucius thought he could take Voldemort's place."

Draco considered it carefully. "I've never heard of any sort of cost like that, but possession certainly isn't a Hogwarts-approved topic." He sighed. "I can't speak for possession, because he has never fully possessed anyone that I'm aware of. I do know that the Dark Lord is in the habit of projecting his consciousness onto another mind in order to overwhelm it or discover information. Once or twice he did it for pure enjoyment, too." He paused, silver eyes flicking up to meet Charlie's seriously. "I'm not quite sure how to explain it. I've seen the memory from several Death Eaters. It's…well, mind rape, I suppose. The ultimate way that he proves his dominance over his followers and victims. He takes over and makes them divulge what he wants to know, or he just tortures them. Shows them their worst fears come to life, screws with their heads so much they forget their own names. They're trapped in their own heads, watching someone else take control of their thoughts. It's one of the reasons he had so many followers; anyone he encountered that wasn't mentally resistant would bend to his will. Perhaps Lucius thought he was too dangerous to keep alive and was searching for a way to destroy him."

Charlie held up his hands, panicked. "Whoa, Draco. Too much information too quickly. How have you seen memories of torture? Surely you were not touched by Death Eaters often."

Draco tried a smile, but it came out frighteningly unhappy. "Too often for my tastes. Not in the way you're thinking, thankfully. My father would never have allowed that. He did expect me to greet guests with a handshake, though. And what sort of host would shake hands with gloves on? That would be improper. Not to mention, we had a lot of guests. The disgusting things some of those monsters would do…" he trailed off, lips pinched together in distaste. Shaking his head, he continued, "There's a reason that I couldn't behave like a child when I came of schooling age. After my father decided it was time for me to start learning about the House of Malfoy, I was exposed to everything. Even as a child…it's not as if Lucius was a saint." Draco sighed. "I was terrified of him and abhorred him all at once. Through the years I could never choose one, so I mouthed off to him and cowered before him in equal turns." With an ironic smile, he added, "To be honest it's still that way a little. Knowing the things I know, I can't be completely angry with Mother for abandoning me. She is even more terrified than I am of being pushed aside because she's done the only task he needed her for: bearing and raising a child. She never quite grasped that Lucius was much fonder of her than he ever was of me."

Charlie rubbed at his temples, upset. "I see. Thanks for the explanation. Let's move on to the meeting with the vampire clan heads. Why did you decide to jump in head first like this?" He was truly doing his best to treat Draco like an adult, and not criticise his choices before even hearing his reasoning.

Draco's small smile showed that he noticed and appreciated the consideration. "Vampires are secretive. Rooting around looking for information about them is just dangerous; they have eyes everywhere. At least by asking straight out, they will respect me more. Plus, since Severus told me that Lupin was owed a favour…even simpler. Even if they tell me nothing, at least I tried." He paused, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. "But somehow, I get the feeling that if my father was interested in something to do with the vampire clan heads, he must have known something I didn't about their usefulness. Obviously, he was confident that if he was able to approach them, he had something of value to offer. Perhaps there is something I could offer as well."

Charlie folded his arms over his broad chest. "I may not know a lot about vampires, but like you said, no one really does. However, I do know that they are only interested in a human's blood. What if they ask for a…donation of some kind in return? The psychic connection could have a lot of consequences. They would know everything."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Merlin, Char. There is no way I would agree to that. I'm not desperate enough for information that I would sell my body like that, or in any way. The risks are too high, and I don't want to gamble when I am uncertain if there's even a worthwhile payoff." He glanced up, hearing a sound outside the door. "Likely my news from Lupin." Stepping out into the corridor and closing the door behind him, Draco faced Sirius, who was apparently playing messenger. "And?" his tone was even but cold.

Sirius sighed. "It's set up. Tomorrow, midnight, the entrance to the Forbidden Forest nearest to the castle. Remus's contact is called Cassius, and that's all I know." Grimacing, Sirius shifted on his feet. "Last chance to back out, kid. You don't have to do this."

Draco waved him off dismissively. "I won't change my mind. Message received. Tell Lupin I won't make any more requests." He re-entered Charlie's quarters, leaving Sirius to his own thoughts.

After stepping inside, Draco turned towards the Dragon Tamer, commenting offhandedly, "The meeting is tomorrow night. I suspect it will be brutally short or entirely lengthy. Only time will tell."

Charlie sighed, but nodded nonetheless. "I suspect tomorrow will be a wild day. Thank you for keeping your word and keeping me updated. Best of luck with Umbridge tomorrow." Glancing at the clock over the mantle, he added, "Hopefully you can get some sleep tonight." With that, he disappeared into his bedroom, cognizant of the late hour.

After a short, informative chat with Viktor, Draco followed suit, hoping that the night would bring the clarity he lacked.

After breakfast the next morning, Draco found himself inside Professor Umbridge's office with Pansy, Theo, Neville, and Harry. From what the other students had said, they were the third round of students summoned: the sixth and seventh years had been beckoned inside first.

There was a tense silence after Snape, McGonagall, and Umbridge asked the students to take a seat.

McGonagall broke the silence. "Professor Snape and I are here as observers only, to ensure that our students are treated fairly and compassionately. If you feel you are being mistreated, please speak up and we will remedy the problem." She and Snape took their seats unobtrusively on the side of the office, eyes sharp with focus. Draco suspected they were there only because of Dumbledore's interference.

Umbridge was seated at her desk, pleasant smile fixed in place. "Thank you for your punctuality. As announced before, at this time you all will undergo individual evaluations to detect any Dark Magic performed. You will be called into the classroom next door in alphabetical order to undertake the test, which will be observed by myself and your Head of House. These tasks should not take more than five minutes each." With a vindictive gleam in her eyes, Umbridge's grin widened. "Mr. Black, you will begin first. Please follow me."

Swallowing down his nerves, Draco nodded his affirmation and stood to follow. Severus also rose to his feet, stepping after Umbridge, face dour.

As the door swung closed behind them, Draco could hear Potter badgering Professor McGonagall about how ridiculous this whole process was, and Draco couldn't help but agree privately. He followed the Potions and Defence Professors to the adjacent classroom, tense but outwardly calm. Inside there was a person who appeared to be a Ministry employee, at least judging by their robes.

Umbridge hem'd and haw'd, raising her chin self-importantly. "Mr. Black, Professor Snape, this is Auror Dawlish, employed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement within the Ministry. Auror Dawlish specialises in Dark Magic detection and is evaluating all the students I have called to my office today." She stepped back, allowing the Auror to take over.

Dawlish's gaze upon Draco was certainly not impartial. His scornful eyes were obvious and in no way pleasant. "Mr. Black. How nice of you to join us. I suspected that I would see your face sometime today." Not allowing Draco a chance to respond, he pointed with his wand to a nearby seat. "Sit, and hand your wand over to me."

Warily, Draco did as commanded, though he had made sure to leave his silver lime wood wand locked safely in his trunk. Any Dark Magic performed with this wand would have been performed nearly a year ago.

After performing a series of spells and charms, Auror Dawlish clicked his tongue condescendingly. "I am afraid I have bad news, Professors. Although the wand shows little sign of Dark Magic, the boy's magical core is positively saturated with it. I must insist upon a complete examination. The amount here could qualify Black for Azkaban."

Umbridge looked delighted, but she didn't have long to revel in it. Snape cleared his throat pointedly. "Professor Umbridge, Auror Dawlish, I suspect that what you are detecting is the aftermath of a magical attack. Unfortunately, a Dark Hex was placed upon Mr. Black very recently, an attack which has harmed Draco quite seriously. No doubt this attack flooded the magical core with Dark Magic, but this cannot be held against my student."

Dawlish sneered, turning to face Umbridge. "Is this true, Professor?"

Unable to deny it, the toad-faced professor nodded. "Yes, it is. But surely there are other methods?" her voice was sickeningly imploring.

Auror Dawlish looked very unhappy. "No, I very much doubt we will find anything beyond such an impression. Powerful hexes override any trace of other spells within the magical core if they are traumatic enough." Frowning at Draco, he muttered, "You are free to go for now." It sounded to Draco as if he was speaking through clenched teeth. Likely because he was.

Shooting Snape a grateful sideways glance, Draco left the room as quickly as he could manage whilst still appearing calm. He doubted that was the end of things, but it at least bought him some time.

As he left, his two housemates crowded around him as Longbottom was summoned inside. "What happened?" Pansy hissed sharply, keeping her voice low.

Nearby, Potter was trying very hard to appear like he wasn't listening in. However, he was a terrible actor.

Draco refrained from rolling his eyes, just barely. "Bought some time because of the hex in my dorm. Worry about yourselves." Dropping his voice to a decibel that was barely audible, Draco added, "Pansy, Viktor has got you covered. Theo, nothing I can do without tipping everyone off. If your father doesn't help, I'll come for you somehow."

With a flirty wink, Theo squeezed Draco's shoulder. "Don't worry about me, pretty boy. My father will take care of this."

With a faint smile in return, Draco waved and turned to leave the room. He was stopped by a grasp on his wrist, causing a burst of Flashes.

Quickly jerking his hand from Potter's grasp, Draco faced the Gryffindor, scowling. "What?" he snapped.

Harry sighed. "Look, I know you don't like me, and after everything you probably have reasons not to. But I owe you, and Sirius told me you're doing something dangerous tonight. Let me help you." He requested quietly, too low for Theo and Pansy to overhear.

Draco scoffed, eyes narrowing. "I can't trust you to watch my back, and I have no reason to allow that just to assuage your guilt. Anyways, how do I know you won't just make things worse?"

The Boy Who Lived only blinked calmly in response. "Maybe you can't, not yet. But obviously we are both being targeted in this mess. We might need each other's help before this is over." Taking a deep breath, he added, "I misjudged you in the past. Give me a chance to help, and maybe we will both be better off for it."

Draco held Potter's gaze, trying to gauge his sincerity. He was walking in blind, maybe Potter would be of use in a way he couldn't anticipate, either now or in the future. It would be foolish to refuse such a small thing, even if he hated the idea of doing what Potter wanted. "Fine, but pull your own weight. Eleven thirty, outside the wards. This is the last chance. Cross me and it's over." In a dramatic swirl of robes, he turned and left the room.

Throughout classes the rest of the day, Draco turned over the meeting with Cassius in his mind, still trying to grasp what his father possibly could have wanted with the vampire clans. He didn't have any epiphanies as the sun went down and the night darkened.

At eleven, he slipped from his dormitory soundlessly and made his way outside the castle and its wards. Draco wore dark, unmarked clothing and had strapped his hawthorn wand to his thigh over his trousers. His silver lime wood wand rested comfortably inside his left sleeve.

Dropping onto a nearby stump to wait for Harry, Draco stared up at the night sky, spotting for constellations to pass the time. Earlier in the evening, he had been struck by an intense headache, which left him staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour, weak with pain. In the chaos of Hogwarts, there were so many things demanding Draco's attention. The headaches had fallen to the backburner, but Draco knew they would have to become a priority soon. Fortunately, he had yet to be struck down by a headache at an inconvenient time or in public, but it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out.

A rustle of footsteps caused Draco to glance down from his perusal of the sky and meet Potter's green eyes. The Gryffindor shot him an uneasy smile. "Wouldn't have seen you there if it wasn't for your hair." Harry remarked awkwardly.

Draco shrugged, barely resisting the urge to sneer. "The darkness is necessary for such a meeting." Pausing, he regarded Harry suspiciously. "Did Black tell you who I was meeting with?"

Harry squinted, trying to make out Draco's expression in the dark. "He said it was a vampire, but that's all."

The blonde Slytherin sighed. "Yes. Well, keep your mouth shut unless he asks you a question, or unless I ask for your input." Not sparing Potter a second glance, he strode toward the designated meeting place to wait.

Before long, a dark shape emerged from the forest and bowed formally. As the form drew closer, Harry and Draco could make out dark hair and snow-white skin. "I am Cassius of clan De Lacy. I am here at the request of Remus Lupin, one we owed. Speak."

Draco returned the bow steadily. "I am Draco Black. I have come to ask for information." He glanced sideways at Harry. "One who owes me has come along." He suspected the vampire would work out what that meant: Potter was here, but not trusted.

It was difficult to see in the darkness, but Cassius's eyes seemed to glint approvingly. His very red eyes. "Then let us speak softly, for I know why you are here."

Shooting Harry a sharp glare which warned him not to come closer within hearing range, Draco's gaze returned to the vampire. "Is that so." He replied blandly.

Cassius smirked, sharp eyeteeth protruding menacingly. "We have long been the friends of Seers, young one. I know the gifted when I see them. I also know your father. He tried to seek us out many years ago and failed."

Draco gaze sharpened. "I want to know what he was so interested in. But you seem to think I am here for a different reason. Why?"

Cassius stepped in closer, eyes flaring crimson. With a pale hand, he reached out and touched Draco under his left eye. "The vampire clans owe a great debt to a Seer of old. Your questions can be answered, but the clan heads will want to speak with you. As a Seer, you are respectable. But you are still a human, and humans are foolish and impetuous. Your silence regarding our secrets will need to be insured."

Draco worried his lip between his teeth, considering the vampire's words. "I will not make promises I cannot keep, but I will hear you and your clans out."

Cassius nodded. "This is acceptable." Swiftly, he turned from Draco and beckoned Harry closer. "I recognise you, human. You are the child with a connection to Voldemort."

Draco watched in silence as Harry's eyes widened. "How do you know that?" Harry whispered, seeming frightened.

Cassius watched Potter expressionlessly. "Any vampire would see it. As I see the secrets that this one holds." His eyes shifted to rest on Draco briefly before returning to Harry. "You are a human, and we have no history with your clan. However, I will give you a warning, because you travel in such company. Soon, you must run and not look back. Care for your own safety first, or everyone you love will be lost." The vampire inclined his head politely. "Now, I have further business with Draco. Private business."

Harry looked even more anxious at Cassius's words. "Draco?" he asked, turning to his schoolmate questioningly.

Expressionless, Draco nodded. "Go back to Hogwarts. This is important, and I don't trust you enough to have you overhear." At Harry's wince, Draco amended his harsh words slightly. "Even if Blaise or Pansy was here, I wouldn't bring them along."

Harry's gloomy expression cleared considerably. "Okay, I guess I'll leave then." He turned and began to walk back to the castle, pausing once only to throw an uncertain look over his shoulder.

Draco disappeared into the forest with Cassius, expression blank but mind racing. "What did my father seek from the clans?" he questioned again.

The vampire didn't even blink. "Power. Lucius Malfoy has a strong interest in the mental arts, and even a wizard's talents pale in comparison to the acumen of a common vampire's mind." Cassius sneered. "The human is an ambitious creature but lacks subtlety."

Draco's lips quirked upwards at the insult, but he said nothing in response. If he had to suck up to the vampires to get information, so be it. After being disinherited, he had no pride left to maintain, anyway.

The remainder of the walk occurred in silence. After they had strolled through the forest for some time, Draco began to notice movement through the trees. Seconds later, he and Cassius were surrounded by figures with glowing red eyes.

A vampire with dark hair aimed a glowing bow at Draco's heart, fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Halt. Cassius, why have you brought a human here?"

Cassius frowned at the other vampire. "He is a Seer, as you can surely recognise. We owe his kind a great debt. He must see the council."

Compared to Cassius, Draco would guess this vampire was younger by his features. He bowed formally to the newcomers but said nothing.

The vampire scowled in return, refusing to acknowledge the polite gesture. "He does not belong here." He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the arrival of a new vampire.

Cassius inclined his head to the new arrival. "Draco Black, this is my lady, Astrid De Lacy."

Draco watched her carefully, taking in the golden eyes and brown hair. Again, he offered a wordless formal bow.

She smiled coldly at him. "The Seer. I assumed you would show up sooner or later." Her eyes cut sideways to take in the unfriendly vampire. "I apologise on behalf of Damien's poor manners. Please follow me, and we will finish this business in private." Her gaze again switched, this time to Cassius. "Well done, Cass. It was wise to bring him here."

The vampire bowed in response, but he seemed proud at the praise.

On the other hand, Damien only sneered again. "Let's get this nonsense over with, then, and send the human back to where it belongs."

Astrid glared at Damien. "Don't be uncouth; you are acting exactly the way you accuse humans of behaving. I expect you can at least manage basic hospitality."

Damien looked murderous but did not respond other than lowering his bow at last. Instead, he stepped a little too close behind Draco and gestured for him to move forward threateningly.

With a smirk, Draco complied, at ease and refusing to give the surly vampire the reaction it desired.

Approval glinted in Astrid's eyes as she walked beside him. "There are six noble vampire clans: Lascelles, Seymour, De Lacy, Craven, Blackbourne, and Villiers. The heads of the six clans will hold council with you now. I am the head of the De Lacy clan, while Damien is the clan head for the Craven clan. The rest you will meet shortly. I applaud your courage for coming alone."

As the three arrived in a large clearing which appeared to be a village hall of sorts, Draco responded simply, "I have little to lose."

Moments later, another four vampires entered the area. Astrid dipped her head respectfully. "Draco Black, these are the other four noble clan heads. Jairus Lascelles is the eldest vampire in Britain and the head of his clan." She gestured toward the tallest vampire of the bunch with silver hair and pale blue eyes, who looked back at Draco solemnly. "Thora Seymour, head of clan Seymour." Thora had shockingly red hair and green eyes which appeared completely disinterested. "Orien Blackbourne, head of clan Blackbourne." Astrid gesticulated toward a younger vampire with dark hair and deep blue eyes, who inclined his head toward Draco. "Finally, Evelyn Villiers, the youngest clan head of the Villiers clan." A young vampire with sparkling brown eyes and blonde hair smiled at Draco in a friendly manner.

As if a switch had been flipped, the six vampires moved to throne-like seats around the room, leaving Draco standing alone in the centre.

Thora spoke first, sounded incredibly bored. "To spill the secrets of the clans, a blood oath is required. No mental or psychic connection is necessary, but all vampires can smell emotions and detect lies. The blood oath will compel you to stay silent if giving information about the clans could harm the clans. It can be also removed at a later time if you are deemed trustworthy by a four-six majority of the clan heads."

Orien was the next to talk. "The blood oath will require one of the clan heads to drink your blood, but that vampire is also required to refrain from connecting you to them in any manner. Is this acceptable?"

Draco calmly raised his chin. "What will I receive in turn for this oath?" he questioned boldly.

Astrid chuckled. "Do you have no fear, young one? In return, you will receive what help we are able to offer with your Seer gifts. Many of your predecessors were weaker and did not require our help, but you will die without assistance."

Draco's eyes surveyed the six vampires, narrowed in thought. Unlike everyone else he had ever encountered, there were no colours from the words of the vampires. He couldn't get a read on the truth of their words. Was the danger of throwing himself into this too great? Alarm bells were ringing in the back of his mind. At the same time, high risk meant high reward. Worst case scenario, he would be under the thrall of a vampire, but Draco was mostly sure that his Sight would prevent that.

Taking the leap, Draco stepped forward. "I accept the blood oath." He made quick mental calculations. De Lacy and Villiers seemed favourable to him, while Lascelles and Seymour would be more difficult to win over. Craven hated humans, which left… "From Blackbourne."

Surprise registered on the faces of most of the clan heads, including Orien. Nonetheless, Orien stepped forward. "Where would you like me to draw from?" he inquired politely.

Draco wordlessly offered up his forearm. The vampire grasped it gently and drew it to his lips, delicately sinking fangs into Draco's pale flesh. After a mouthful, Orien drew back and swiped his tongue over the punctures to speed the bite's healing.

Stoically, Draco drew his arm back and faced the other clan heads. A small rune had appeared over the bite, and he glanced over it curiously. "Thank you." He told Orien politely.

The Blackbourne clan head smirked back at him. "Anytime."

A faint light appeared behind the vampire. Draco blinked, startled. That hadn't happened before. "Has a Seer ever completed this oath?" he asked curiously, craning his head to look at the other clan heads.

Astrid's brow wrinkled in thought. "I don't believe so, you are the first to seek us out after your ancestor which we owed a debt." A wreathe of light appeared around her as she spoke.

Draco wasn't sure what this new development was, but he was fairly certain it was an unintended side effect that the vampires were unaware of. "I see." He responded noncommittally. "And what of the assistance you promised?" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Evelyn wince.

Damien cleared his throat self-importantly. "Only the consumption of powerful vampire blood will boost your own abilities enough to deal with your extensive Sight." Unlike Astrid and Orien, a dark cloud appeared around him.

Jarius smiled indulgently. "Not quite, young one. A vampire's blood is one way we know of to solve your problem, human." Again, a halo of light around the vampire.

Draco hid a smile as he noted what the light appeared to mean: truth or a lie. He would have to test it further later, but if it was what it seemed to be, it was very, very useful. Perhaps this ancestor of his hadn't been such a close ally of the vampire clans as they assumed. "I understand. But why not just complete the task and send me on my way? Why all the secrecy when I know so little?"

Astrid sighed, seeming exasperated. "If it were that simple, you would be right. Unfortunately, a vampire's blood will only be effective for you if they resonate with your magic. As you may have noticed, none of the clan heads fulfill that criteria." She paused to let that fact sink in, not knowing the air was golden around her. "That means that we will have to expose our clans to you, which will undoubtedly take time. And the more time you are around the clans, the more you will come to know about us."

Draco frowned. "And how is that supposed to work, exactly? I do have other responsibilities: I attend school and it would surely be noticed if I disappear for large chunks of time."

Evelyn interjected timidly, "You will have to find a way, Draco. Have your friends cover for you and only come on the weekends, or on weeknights when you can disappear easily."

Considering this, Draco responded, "And what will I do? Just walk around your lands until I find 'the one?' That seems like a colossal waste of time, not to mention absurd. There must be another way."

Damien snorted. "Believe it or not, human, this is the simplest way. It also has numerous other benefits: drinking from a vampire you resonate with will boost many of your magical and physical attributes considerably. You've already met with tonight's guard as well, so we can rule them out." A bright halo of light.

Draco eyed them all suspiciously. "And how do you know that I haven't 'resonated' with a vampire already?"

Thora barked out an abrasive laugh. "Boy, if a vampire had resonated with you, they would have jumped straight for the jugular. They will find your scent…appealing."

Orien seemed to find Draco's question amusing as well. "While I can testify that your blood is indeed appealing, resonance is on a completely different level. It will be very clear, both to you and anyone else in the surrounding area."

According to his assumptions about the light's meaning, they were both telling the truth. "I see. So, you want me to encounter all the members of your clan in order to find the one that wants to jump my bones. Marvelous."

Astrid's eyes sparkled with humour. "It would be a pleasing experience, I assure you. Vampires often mate with humans they find resonance with. I am told it is beyond all other pleasures for both parties."

Draco refrained from rolling his eyes, just barely. "I am uninterested in semantics, only the solution I am seeking. I suspect you wish to begin now?"

Jarius nodded calmly. "Indeed, young human. Resonance typically occurs between two of a similar physical age, which for you includes young adult and adolescent vampires. We will begin with my clan. I will procure you a Portkey." He waved someone into the clearing, presumably a vampire of his clan. "This is my assistant Liera. He has gathered those of a suitable age together and will escort you to the gathering place."

A quick eye contact occurred between the six clan heads before a wordless agreement was reached. "Since Cassius is the one who brought you here, clan De Lacy will take responsibility for your actions. I will accompany you throughout your search, and Cassius will be your liaison to the clans. Is that suitable?" Astrid spoke.

Draco nodded his assent. "Yes." The vampires scattered except for Liera and Astrid.

Liera spoke first, his face disdainful. "Come, human. The clan has gathered."

Draco followed the way Liera indicated, Astrid trailing silently behind him. As Draco entered the open space, many heads swivelled his way, eyes glowing red. Although he could see a few of them lick their lips, none lunged toward Draco or attempted to come closer.

Astrid sighed. "I assumed it would not be so simple, but it is still disheartening. Nearly the entirety of this clan is here, other than those who are hunting or on watch duty. You will have to return next time, and we will check with a different clan."

Draco bowed his head, trying not to let his irritation show. "Very well. It is past time I was on my way back, anyways. I appreciate your guidance and hospitality." Bowing low, he turned back toward the camp exit and began the long trek back to Hogwarts.

He barely even remembered climbing into bed, and was asleep in no time.