DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything within the Harry Potter World; just my plot and Navajoness. If you have any questions regarding the Navajo part of this story, feel free to ask.

SHOUT OUT: The biggest shout out to my beta Phoenix Witch. Thank you for sticking by my side, even through the long breaks between.

Chapter Five:

Dezbah apperated into Lucius' cell, without the familiar popping sound. Lucius' eyes shot open and completely froze. The being in front of him hooted at him, sitting back on its hind legs. It had a silver black wolfy looking coat, as it looked toward him, he saw it had a mask under the head of the wolf. The mask was something he had never seen in his life, it was made of some kind of leather. The mask she had on was had dark reddish brown hair along the top, there were two holes where her eyes were, he could see the glow of her red eyes. It was dark blue from the top to where her nose was supposed to be, there was a wooden circle were her mouth was supposed to be, from the bottom of where her nose is supposed to be was dark red. There was a white line down the middle of the mask and the bottom of it had buckskin fringes.

Lucius could see it came toward him and placed its hands on his arms and disapperated out of his cell into Dolohov's cell. Laying on the floor at the being's feet, Lucius looked toward Dolohov, and he too was transfixed with the being before them. It hooted toward him again, then toward Dolohov, but neither could move. It came toward Dolohov and dragged him off the bed next to Lucius. They disapperated out of Dolohov's cell and apperated in Nott Sr.'s cell. The same exact thing happen, where Nott Sr. froze. Getting frustrated with their reactions the being stood up and pushed back the head of the wolf off its head. As the head fell back, the skin detached from a famine body. As the woman stood tall, she pulled off the frightful mask.

Dezbah stood before the three men, looking down at them. They all stared back at her as she walked toward them and kneeled to their level.

"Do you remember who I am?" She asked them. "I'm Draco's fiancé. We spoke last weekend when I came to visit." She stated.

"Yes I remember you." Lucius final spoke up, the other two men merrily nodded their heads in agreement.

"Alright then, it was beginning to be too much dragging you around your cell because you were immobile. It did not cross my mind how this would of have affected to you." Dezbah replied while pointing at her mask.

"What do we do now?" Dolohov asked while getting up off the floor.

"Well we need to get Mr. Crabbe, and the Lestrange brothers, than we can leave. I would like to chitchat more, but I prefer to get out of here before they start doing their rounds. So come gather around me so we can go into each of their cells to get them before we can go." Dezbah answered.

Dezbah appearated into each of their cell, when she came upon the last cell for Rodolphus Lestrange and the inmates in tow, she heard shouting and jiggling from the other side of the metal door. She pulled her wolf head back on top of her head as she chanted under her breath. The men standing behind her, watched as the skin clung to her body as they became one. They blasted open the door, as Auror guards came filing in, throwing curses one after another. Dezbah stood in front of the unarmed men, as the curses hit her and absorbed into her body. She did not say a word, but using nonverbal spells and wandless magic, some of the men were withering in pain. As she lifted her curse, one of the unaffected guards lunged at her, as they tumbled to the ground and wrestled, he had pulled the wolf head off from the top of her head, as the skin detached from her body once more and hung off her naked back. Dezbah shot curse after curse at the man, while he dodge them, throwing his own curses back at her, finally knocking the wizard over, he rolled and looked at her, astonished to know a woman had got through the wards of Azkaban.

Dezbah sat on her hunches, as her bones started to snap and change, her body contorted and before them stood a black wolf beast, standing as high as the men's abdomens with a silver muzzle and yellow eyes. The wizard who had lunged at her, scrambled to his feet and slowly backed away from her. Dezbah's wolf form lunged at the man, knocking him back to the grimy floor, he struggled as she bit down on his throat and ripped apart the soft exposed skin and muscles. All that was left was the gurgling sound of blood going down the wizard's trachea; while struggling to take his final last breath. She paced before the Death Eaters baring her teeth at the Aurors laying on the ground from the last cursed she had inflicted.

She howled, as her body started to change back into its human form, bones snapping and reconnecting, rearranging back to its physiological arrangement. The guards watched in horror, as the wolf transformed into a woman. She stood tall, her hair hanging straight down, covering her breast. Her body was covered in white paint, around her mouth and down her neck dripped dark red blood. Her eyes had a reddish glow, as she smirked down at the guards laying before her. The wizards looked on in horror, terrified to move a single muscle, terrified with the thought of a single movement would bring death upon them.

Dezbah's body felt the change in the temperature in the air, as goose bumps started to rise all over the exposed skin of her body. Putting the wolf head back over her head as she chanted in her native language, the skin clung to her body. Her eyes had a reddish glow to it as the guards laid staring wide eye in shock and frozen to their spots. She grabbed at the men as they held on to her, she saw black hooded figures floating toward the cell door, before anything else happening, Dezbah dissapperated out of Azkaban and apperated in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor with all six men in tow. As she landed, Dezbah stumbled back and landed on her rear; everyone else came stumbling forward, catching their balance. Draco came running to Dezbah's side as he helped her up. She removed the skin and mask from off her body, and Draco held a silk robe out to her to put on.

Dezbah gather as much strength as she could to get up and put the robe on. She sat on the cream color chair, as she watched everyone reacquaint themselves back with each other. She watched Narcissa cry and hug the tattered looking Lucius, as Draco patted his father's shoulders. Nott Sr. hugged his son and quietly talked among themselves. Blaise sat next to Dezbah, as she looked on, watching everyone talk and laugh. She felt an exhaustion sink in, as her body started to feel the soreness, and her magical core strained from the amount of magic she used to bring the Death Eaters home. Her bones ached from the release of her inner wolf. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes allowing sleep to take her.

Draco looked toward the sofa Dezbah was sitting on, he saw Blaise sitting next to her, as she slept leaning on his shoulders. He notice the dry blood around her mouth and down her neck and chest and looked back at his father.

"Why is there dried blood on her?" Draco asked his father.

"Draco, did you know your fiancé there is an animagus?" Lucius replied.

"What? No, she hasn't mention anything about being an animagus." Draco responded to his father. "What is she, and why is there blood around her mouth and down her neck?"

"Your sweet little bird there is a wolf. I watched her rip out the throat of an Auror. I watched powerful trained Aurors fall to their knees as she disarmed them; all with nonverbal and wandless magic. I am quite taken by her Draco. Very well done in deed." Lucius stated with a smirk on his face.

Draco walked over to where Dezbah was sitting with Blaise, and picked her up and carried her bridal style back to their room. Blaise followed behind his friends as they made their way. Upon getting to the room, Draco called for his house elf who came and washed up Dezbah and Draco put her to bed.

Dezbah slept until the next evening, she sat up rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and stretching her back, arms and legs. She looked toward the window to see the sun had set, the yellow mixing to orange then to turquoise as it fades into dark blue. Dezbah sat in silence for a bit, until she heard a pop and saw the little house elf before her, letting her know dinner was ready and if she preferred to have dinner in her room or in the dining room with everyone else. Dezbah got out of bed and made a beeline to the bathroom where she washed up and brushed her hair. She casted a spell to put her hair in a nice low bun, with a few loose stands framing her face. She went to her closet and looked through the dress robes that were hanging, when she found a dark green velveteen A neck line knee length dress. The sleeves and shoulder area of the dress was black lace. It had an empire waistline and fit her nicely. Dezbah smiled at the feel of the fabric bring her memories of home, when she had to wear her traditional clothing, the top shirts were always made a velvet.

Dezbah had dressed and went to jewelry box, and pulled out a silver and turquoise concho belt her grandfather had made for her birthday several years ago. It was beautifully stamped silver with Persian turquoise incrusted in silver. It wrapped around her waist nicely, and stood out against the dark green fabric. Dezbah then looked through her box again and pulled out a silver casted squash blossom with a single turquoise pendent dangling down the middle. Another piece of her grandfathers, as she slipped it over her head and gently placing it around her neck. It had silver handmade beads from silver buffalo nickels adored her neck. She was proud of the jewelry her grandfather made for her, she smiled at the sentiments and put on the diamond stud earrings she is always wearing. Last but not least she had put on a nude kitty heels with black lace covering the entire heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw and started her way down to the dining room.

Dezbah made it down to the dining room, as she stood at the door, she could hear people making conversations and cutlery. She open the door, and walked in, everyone stopped what they were doing, as all the men stood from their seats. A small blush creeped to her cheeks as she made her way beside Draco. Draco pulled out the chair for her and she sat down saying her thank you, and everyone else proceeded to take their seats.

"How are you feeling?" Draco asked, looking over her.

"I feel well rested." Dezbah responded as she ate a piece of roast.

"Dezbah dear, you gave us quite a scare when you refused to wake up this morning." Narcissa stated from across her. "I made sure Draco and one of the house elves checked on you."

"I was exhausted to the core. I depleted a lot of magic, which I did not expect to use." Dezbah uttered. "In the mist of all the chaos, my wolf decided to make an appearance, something that has not happen in for a while. The last time she came forth was when my grandmother passed away. In the middle of the funeral, I stood in the back when it all started, first my arms started to snap, and I was so confused I ran out of the building before anyone noticed anything. There I sat on a hill in my wolf form, toward evening time, with the new moon rising in the back ground. Howling like a mad woman. For a second I thought I was a werewolf, but I changed back when I was home."

"Here its call animagus, your ability to transform into an animal." Lucius chimed in.

"We call it shape shifting, because it's not just a wolf I can shift into, I can shift into a grizzly bear, a coyote, fox, mountain lion or bob cat." Dezbah said thoughtfully. "It takes a lot out of me, it is the main reason I don't shift the other reason, I can't handle my carnal urges. As you had seen me rip out the throat of a grown man."

"Can we finish dinner, before we start talking about all the blood and gore?" Narcissa snapped. "We can have drinks in the sitting room. There is the topic of payment that needs to be discussed among you men folks to this kind dear for bring you back. Wouldn't you all agree?"

Everyone agreed, nodding their heads, and continued to eat with the sounds of clinging cutlery. After the main course, desert appeared before them, warm blue berry pies with vanilla ice cream. Everyone completed their meals, and made their way into the sitting room next to the dining room. Glasses of fire whiskey was being prepared by a house elf at the small bar, elvish wine poured for the ladies.

"I propose a toast, to freedom and to my son's fiancé for getting us out of that dreadful prison." Lucius bellowed out while raising his glass of fire whiskey. "I want to be the first to thank you Dezbah for bringing me back home; to be with my wife and son. I am in debt to you."

Everyone raised their glasses and clung their glasses and took their drink. Dezbah took a sip of the sweet red wine she was given. She sat down on the seat near the fire place, when Dolohov came and sat across from her.

"Hello Mr. Dolohov." Dezbah said as she crossed her ankles. "How is does it feel to be out of Azkaban?"

"Привет котенка. Я наслаждаюсь своей свободой." Dolohov answered. "Сколько я тебе должен?"

"I don't know what you said." Dezbah replied with her brows frowning. "I don't understand Russian."

"My apologies, I said freedom is good and how much do I owe you for getting me out." Dolohov responded in a thick Russian accent.

"We have a doctor back home, where I'm from, he has the thickest Russian accent. I think Russian accents is one of my favorites along with British accent, but you're welcome. I did it for Draco, figured if I could get his father out, might as well pull out important loyal followers of the Dark Lord. I think that was something important to the Malfoy family." Dezbah replied, with a slight blush to her cheek from the wine. "As for payment, what is your freedom worth?"

"Принцесса, I need to go back to my mother land to get your payment. Here I don't keep such valuable possessions with me. I come from a long line of pureblood, an heir to House Dolohov, I have not accessed my vault in decades." Dolohov explained. "Do you like jewelry?"

"I'm not interested in jewelry, well not from you. One thing I want from you is your knowledge of breaking curses, spells, curses, and hexes you have in your arsenal." Dezbah said as she narrowed her eyes. "Money I have. Jewels I have. I'm marrying into one of the richest wizarding families in Europe. Not that I had a choice in the matter, but what I seek is knowledge, I believe you possess what I seek. We go back to school tomorrow morning, then I have Christmas break coming up, that is when I will be available. I am sure you will be here, since the Dark Lord has taken up residency in the Manor."

Antonin Dolohov looked at the brunet sitting before him, elegant and regal swirling a glass of wine. Did he hear right, did she deny payment in money and jewels, but wanting knowledge from him. Bewildered by the young women sitting before him, he got up and walked over to the small bar, sat back down with a glass of fire whiskey. Debating with himself if he would go through with teaching her the things he knew. Why did she want to know and how did she know about what he had in his arsenal of spells, curses and hexes. How did she know about his ability of curse breaking?

"Why?" Dolohov finally questioned. "Why do you ask me of these things? Why can't you just expect money and jewels like a good girl, Принцесса?"

"Why? I hear things, I hear birds whispering in my ears about the curses you have made up yourself, I have heard about your ability to break curses, and I especially have heard if the Dark Lord wants something done, people to be done away with, you are the man for the job. So I figured why not, why not gain the knowledge that rest in that Russian skull of yours. My magic, my being, my existences is different from you and every wizard and witch I have met here. This way, I learn to channel my magic, learn to use my little stick, which I have just for show. I am capable of utilizing magic without the use of a wand. I want to learn to duel properly, with dark and light magic. That is where you would come in." Dezbah sweetly explained to the dark wizard who sat before her. "If you agree, considered your debt to be paid in full."

"Are you sure about this? What will your жених say?" Dolohov asked while running his hands through his hair. "He won't allow this, nor will his father."

"I believe I am a big enough girl to make decision for myself. I am not some dainty little china doll, and I don't fare well with being told what to do. If they don't like it, then it's their problem to sort through, not mine to dwell on. Do we have a deal?" Dezbah stated as she got up and held her right hand out in front of Antonin Dolohov.

"We have a deal, Принцесса." Dolohov said as he shook her hand. He felt the tingle and rush of magic from his core burst forward toward his hand, where he saw a green and gold glowing serpent coil around their wrist interlocking their hands and vanishing.

"That sealed our little deal. Don't think of backing out, or that snake will make an ever lasting impression on you; much worse than death." Dezbah taunted and left Dolohov sitting at the fire place alone.

Dezbah made her way over to Draco where he was in a deep discussion with Theo and Blaise. She stood next to him with her head leaned against his shoulder and his hands on the smalls of her back. She felt a tap on her shoulders, as she turned her head and came face to face with Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange. They bowed and Rodolphus kissed her knuckles lightly and Dezbah smiled at the two men standing before her.

"Miss Dezbah, do you mind if we have a word with you?" Rodolphus requested with a deep aristocratic voice.

"No, I don't mind at all." Dezbah said as she made her way to one of the seating areas of the sitting room.

Dezbah sat on the chair, with her ankles crossed, as she watched the men sit before her. Rodolphus looked to be the oldest, although it was evident the wear and tear Azkaban had done on the man's frame. He was dress in all black fitted dress shirt, due to being malnourished the shirt fit loosely. He had black leather belt, black modern slim fit trousers, and black cap toe oxfords. Rodolphus Lestrange was once a handsome man, but his stay in Azkaban had put unnecessary aging on him, he look as old as her father. His once bright sapphire eyes were dull and glazed over. Dezbah politely smiled at the man, since he seem to be the older of the two, she focused her attention to him.

"What can I do you for gentlemen?" Dezbah asked.

"We wanted to discuss payment for your assistances in getting out of Azkaban." Rodolphus inclined.

Dezbah nodded her head and looked over at Rabastan Lestrange, who obviously was the younger brother of Rodolphus. His baby blue eyes had a little spark to them, not as dull and haunted as his older brother. Rabastan sat in a dark blue denim five pocket skinny jeans, a white button up shirt, navy blue blazer and dark brown wingtip oxfords. Just like his brother, Rabastan was malnourished and needed time to regain to a healthy weight. Dezbah smiled at both brothers.

"Like I said, I will let it up to you, as to what you feel your freedom is worth. I will leave it at your discretion. I did not do this to gain any kind of monetary funds or treasures. I did this for my betrothed and my parents. They had requested I get his father out of prison, so I made it my mission to get him out of prison and why not the Dark Lord's loyal servants. I will leave it in your hands to decide among yourselves what you feel your freedom is worth. Narcissa has the information to my vault. I am a simple young woman. Does your wife know you are out Rodolphus?" Dezbah stated tilting her head.

"No, she has not learned of my whereabouts as of yet. Tomorrow I will be owling her to come to the manor if that is okay with Lady Malfoy." Rodolphus replied.

"I see. As for you Rabastan, any witches eager to know of your whereabouts?" Dezbah asked.

"No, my lady. None at this time. I will pay double what my brother decides. I value my freedom and I will pay generously for what you have done." Rabastan promised.

"Thank you, you can see Narcissa about my vault and making those deposits. I am grateful for your appreciation and generosity. If there isn't anything else, I will take my leave." Dezbah declared as she stood. Both men stood with her and she bowed her head and returned back to Draco, Theo and Blaise.

"Dez, my father wants to invite you over for tea in the morning, seeing you wanted to return to Hogwarts fairly early." Theo shyly requested.

"Oh Theo, I'd love to have tea with you and your father." Do I need to dress a certain way?" Dezbah replied.

"No, not necessarily, my father hardly has female company at the manor, so whatever you feel comfortable in." Theo said with a chuckle.
Dezbah gave Theo a big smile and nodded her head. Dezbah turned from the boys as she sat down on a cream colored chair. She looked around the room, watched the men and Narcissa speak among themselves. She felt the seat next to her dip, and she turned her head to find Blaise sitting next to her.

"So I just had a few questions for you Dez." Blaised said excitedly. "First, that was some bloody brilliant magic you used when you left. Second, are you able to teach me? Third, can a non-Navajo learn those things?"

"First, thank you. Second, no, I'm sorry but I don't think you I can. Third, there are no non Navajos that I know of who can do what I am capable of doing. So I'm sorry Blaise." Dezbah answered.

Blaise's demeanor fluttered and he leaned back into the chair. Dezbah looked over the young man and felt bad, but she knew these were sacred things to her people. It was more than magic to her, it was her life, her foundation, her livelihood. She saw the hurt in her friend's eyes and felt the guilt rolling around in her abdomen.

"Blaise, I am not outright just denying you. It's hard to explain. This is what I was raised with, traditions, teachings, prayers, ceremonies, and especially my language is the core of what I am capable of doing. If anyone could do it, then everyone would be able to learn and practice what I am doing. So please, don't feel put out because I can't teach you. My family would flay me alive, my grandparents, uncles and aunts would be horrified. I'm already dreading having to tell them I'm engaged. This blood purity business is preposterous, because at the end of the day, whether you are pure blood or mudblood; our blood still runs red. The only different is the type of blood we have, I am O-." Dezbah replied with a small smile. "My family will go against my engagement just because Draco isn't Navajo. We have been trained throughout our lives to only be with our "own kind". Muggle Navajos and magical Navajos, they have the same thought process. I have a first cousin, who is half Anglo and half Navajo. The ridicule he endured because of his skin color. If he was a little tanner, he wouldn't have been bothered. Anyways my point is, you have to be Navajo. Did you know we practice arranged marriages as well? I know my parents were wanting to arrange one for me with a family, but my dad knows I wouldn't go for it. Here I am engaged."

Blaise looked at her and looked down to his lap, not know what to say to her. He looked at her, as Dez looked toward Draco and had a small smile. He thought about what she had said, he thought the whole blood purity was strict. They had all kinds of races of pure bloods, never did it occur to him to think about the color of their skin.

"What will you parents say to you now? Since you are engaged and bind together." Blaised asked.

"They will be upset, but they said to do everything in my power to help Draco and his family. But what can they do now, we've bond out magical core together. That I can't take back, and they can't do anything about it. My family is one of the magical families; so they cannot mess with the fate and the traditional side of our bond magic. My parents are as traditional as they come, probably far worst then your parents Draco when it comes to blood purity. In this case, they are going to be pissed. But they have no choice but to accept it now." Dezbah explained. "So it's going to be a surprise for them, upset or not, it is what it is."

Lucius Melfoy stood up, and walked toward Dezbah. Blaise got up from where he was sitting and allowed Mr. Malfoy take his seat.

"I want to thank you for bringing me home, bringing all of us home. Narcissa will be depositing into your vault come Monday morning. I have requested her to put several of our properties in your name. These estates have been in the Malfoy family for more than several millennia. Your ability to do what you done, will not go unnoticed. Mr. Crabbe also said he will have his payment deposited into your vault as well come Monday. He's far too modest to discuss it with you." Lucius stated.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I did this for Draco, I know it means a lot to have him home and for him to see his mother happy again. Please stay out of Azkaban." Dezbah replied with a smile.

Lucius smirked at Dezbah, astonished to know a 16-year-old girl was able to go to and from Azkaban without a hitch. His family would benefit will with her being a part of their family. What will the Dark Lord think? He thought to himself as he looked over the girl sitting next to him.

The evening came to a close as everyone dispense to their respective wings. Dezbah, Draco, Theo and Blaise made their way back to Draco's bedroom. It was silence, the only sound being made was the dragon hide hitting the floor. They all went into Draco's room, Theo and Blaise settled next to the hearth in comfy looking chairs. Draco and Dezbah went straight into the walk in closet to change out of their clothing to their lounge clothing and made their way back into the room, they settled on the bed.

"What in the bloody hell was all that Dezbah? What did they mean you turned into a wolf? What the bloody hell is going on?" Theo exclaimed excitedly.

"Well I did say I was going to explain stuff to you when I came back, so I guess now is the time to explain things to you guys. So here goes, forgo your questioning until I am done talking, I don't want to skip around and get off subject." Dezbah replied. "So here goes. Please don't interrupt me either. "

"You all know that I am Navajo, we call ourselves Dine which means The People. I can't remember if I explained this to you, or if it was just to Draco, but anyways. What I used the other night, it's called Yeenaaldlooshi, which means in simple terms skinwalker, because we can use the skins we have to travel and do the things we need to. A long time ago, it was a means of traveling from place to place. Long ago, Dine People were at war with other tribes for land, livestock, and to survive, during those times they would use witchcraft on their enemies. Some were slow deaths others were instant, or just to bring misfortune upon those they were targeting and their families. Then somewhere along the way, they started using it against each other and it got the stigma of evil and those who practice it are evil. They actually have their own counsel, which my parents are both apart of, I have no interest in it. It's a web of connection across the reservation between those people who know what I know and they do their business that way. I've never been to any of those meetings with my parents, like I said I didn't have any interest. When we use this kind of "magic" the consequences are dire. I value my life, so I have no interest in doing what they do. The only difference here is that no one will be able to find out it's me, they can suspect, but they will never find out for sure. The skin I used was an alpha wolf I had to kill myself with my bare hands, it was easy enough, because all I had to do was shift into my wolf form and I rip that wolf's throat out and got my skin. I have a grizzly bear skin and a coyote skin as well. A small history of skin walkers, but I used it only a handful of times. It's a strenuous process, the prayers and songs I had to learn, how to mix herbs, and prepare bundles. It is like a medicine man, they are taught to balance good and evil, light and dark. So if I wanted to, I could perform ceremonies for people, but it's too much of a responsibility and the older generation does not really honor or allow the younger generation to speak up or help, unless they prove themselves.

My mask, the one I was wearing under my skin. That is a traditional mask used during a Yie Bi Cheii ceremony, which is a Night Way Ceremony. It is a 10-day ceremony where Yei masked are utilized by individuals who dance and sing for the patient. During that time, they take on the role of the Holy People to bestow blessings and healing for the patient. The masked I had used is a female Yei mask, it was given to me by my grandfather. My grandfather on my father's side is a medicine man who conducts these ceremonies, then my other grandfathers, dad, brothers, and uncles' all dance. I sometimes danced, when my grandfather asks. But after I was initiated, it was when I was given this mask. I love it, it looks a bit sinister, but it has a lot of traditional sentimental value to it. When it put it on, I can't talk as I am talking now. That's why I was making those hooting noises, until I take it off is when I can speak normally. The white stuff I had all over my body is white clay mixed with white corn meal. The purpose of that is when we put on our skin and especially when I put on that mask, I have to cover my body with the mixture. During that time, I'm embodying the Holy People, I'm considered a Holy Being which allows me to do what I do, moving within the shadows, to travel in my skin and to communicate with the Holy People. In my culture, we have a creator and holy beings who created us, our language, our ceremonies, our prayers, our songs, and our traditional belief. The black mixture I used is specifically used for utilizing the skin I wore. Its mixed with ashes of a dead person and fat from that person, that why it smells like death. I'm sure you could smell it, its gross but it is what it is.

As far as shifting into my wolf form, I didn't know I was capable of doing that until my grandmother had passed away. Like I said during dinner, the emotional distressed I endured, it released my wolf, then after that I learned I could shift into a grizzly bear, coyote, mountain line and bobcat. My father told me he hasn't seen a shifter in a long time, he just heard stories of them from his father and grandfather. Apparently I'm the first in my family, but there are other shifters. It didn't cross my mind that she would want to burst through and did what she did, ripping out the throat of a grown man. I bet it's going to be in the daily profit. It does take a good portion of magic from my core, but my father told me the more I use it, the more I tolerate it and doesn't become to exhausting.

Blaise asked if I would be able to teach him how to use this, but the answer is no. This is something magic alone can't accomplish, it's traditional knowledge, ceremonies, prayers, songs, and my language all intertwine together to create it. We have so many rules we have to abide by, so many things affect us if we aren't careful. It's the reason my hair is long. Traditionally it is said our long hair represents the rain and our knowledge. I've never had short hair; my parents wouldn't allow us to cut our hair. I will get it trimmed to cut off the dead ends or split ends, but that is about it. It's always been at my waist and no shorter. Anyways I thought I'd share that with you guys." Dezbah explained with a smile.

Draco, Blaise, and Theo watched her and looked at each other. They all sat around Draco's room and chit chatted for a bit long because Blaise and Theo left to their rooms next to Draco's room.

The next morning Dezbah showered and got ready to go to morning tea at Nott Manor with Theo. Draco informed Dezbah he would stay behind and see his father while she went with Theo. Dezbah wore a pair of black crop trousers, white fitted button up shirt, a cashmere cardigan, and black wingtip oxfords. She parted her hair to the side and put a headband on and let her hair hang down her back. She was not in the mood to wear a dress or skirt. Theo came to the room dress in a similar outfit and smirked at Dezbah. They made their way downstairs to sitting room where they would travel by floo to his manor. They both stepped through the floo together and emerged in the sitting room of Nott Manor.

Theo showed Dezbah around his childhood home, showing her where the dining room is, the different rooms, the garden which wasn't as impressive as Malfoy Manor's garden, and finally to the sun room where they were going to have tea with Nott Sr.

"Good morning, I'm Thaddeus Nott. Welcome to Nott Manor. I hope Theo was a good host." Mr. Nott had said.

"Thank you for having me Mr. Nott. Theo is a darling." Dezbah replied.

"I have asked you here to discuss payment for getting me out of Azkaban and to personally thank you for allowing me to have my freedom." Mr. Nott explained.

"You are welcome. Theo is a good friend of mine; I know he would have been happy to have his father back. It wasn't a hard thing to do and I'm happy to do it again." Dezbah responded.

"It is good to hear Theo has a powerful witch at his side. Although it would have been a greater pleasure if you were the witch to call his." Mr. Nott said with a smirk.

"Father, I would think that is inappropriate, she is betrothed to Draco." Theo said with embarrassment.

"It's a compliment my dear boy. Don't get yourself all rallied up. I'm sure Miss. Hatathlie here doesn't take any offense of what I have said." Mr. Nott declared.

"Theo, it is fine. I don't take offense. I'm sure your father just wants the best for you, like any parent wants the best for their child. As Theo stated, I am betrothed to Draco. Maybe in another life time, I'd be honored to call Theo mine. Until then, he is a friend, confident, and brother to me." Dezbah replied patting Theo's hand.

"Very well, as to why I have asked you to come here, I will have 200 million galleons transferred to your vault, along with priceless heirlooms mainly jewelry. I would be honored to have you wear Nott heirlooms." Mr. Nott announced with a smile.

"Thank you, that is very generous of you. You can get in contact with Lady Malfoy to get my vault information, she has been taking care of those for me. I have yet to set feet in Gringotts. I do believe I have reason to visit now." Dezbah replied sipping her tea.

"That is settled then. It's been a pleasure having tea with you. Theo, you can show Miss Hatathlie back to Malfoy Manor and Hogwarts. I have some business I need to tend to." Mr. Nott declared as he got up to take his leave.

Dezbah and Theo both stood, and Mr. Nott bowed and kissed Dezbah's knuckles and left. Dezbah and Theo looked at each other and laughed. Gathering themselves they made their way through Nott Manor back to the Floo and on to Malfoy Manor.

"That was interesting. Theo when I go to Gringotts would you like to come with me, sort through the heirloom your father mentioned. I want you to pick out a piece of jewelry so I can wear it, a gesture of gratitude for your friendship and also you can tell me the history of it." Dezbah stated with a big smile.

"I'd love too, but I don't know how Draco would feel about you wearing jewelry from another man." Theo replied.

"Does that have to do with your pureblood customs?" Dezbah asked.

"Yes, it's custom to give jewelry to your intended." Theo responded.

"Well what if the jewelry belongs to me, and I'm merely asking you to pick one out for me so I can cherish it above the rest." Dezbah countered.

"Well if you put it that way, then I guess it doesn't hold the same intentions." Theo answered.

"Well than, its settled Theodore Nott. You are going to pick out something for me. I will wear it with pride and cherish it." Dezbah exclaimed and jumped into Theo's arms and gave him a crushing hug. "Let's go get our things so we can go back to Hogwarts."

Dezbah grabbed Theo's hand and apperated them back into Draco's room. Dezbah got her things together and went to look for Draco. Theo and Blaise were waiting down in the sitting room with their bags waiting to leave back to Hogwarts. Dezbah sat with them, when Draco came through the door with his father and mother. They all stood up and smiled.

"Are you all ready to dissaparate back to Hogwarts?" Draco asked.

"Yes." They all replied in unison.

They all said their goodbyes to Lucius and Narcissa. Draco held Blaise's arm and Dezbah held Theo's hand as they disapparated back to Hogwarts. They made it back to Draco and Dezbah's common room.

The next morning during breakfast, the Daily Profit came with a picture of Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban. The whole Great Hall was buzzing with the news, as everyone had their nose in the paper. Dezbah smirked around the hall as she walked to her table with Theo at her side.

"Well if it isn't the Death Eater whore, shouldn't be of any surprise for you to know your future father in law is out of Azkaban. But why would they have kept someone like you in the lope of the inner working of your pathetic Death Eater Scums." Ron snarled.

"Do you always resort to name calling Ronald Wesley? The only person who is rightfully a whore is your loose little sister. A little bird told me she's been making trips down to the dungeon. I also hear she is as loose as they come, not even taken on a proper date, but willing to work on her back. Is that what mommy teaching her? With a whole herd of beastly gingers, it's a no wonder she seeks out attention and affection anywhere she can get it." Dezbah taunted.

"Don't talk about my sister and mother like that! You're just a bloody annoying bitch!" Ron snapped as his face and ears turned red.

"That is all you have? That I am a bloody annoying bitch. That is all you can muster up? Wow, to think someone as hot headed as you would have a wider range of vocabulary at your disposal. But that's right, without Granger's quick wit and to talk for you, your nothing but a uneducated, uncivilized, lack of substance, illiterate, idiotic, piece of shit, not even worth of my time. So shut the fuck up and get the hell out of my face. Go stuff your ghastly useless hole in your face, it's about the only thing you are good at. At least conjure some kind of manners in that cave man brain of yours and chew with your fucking mouth close. No one wants to hear you smacking like a fucking cow." Dezbah exclaimed.

Ron pulled his hand back, and slapped Dezbah across the face, with a loud smack, the Great Hall was eerily silent. Dezbah saw stars as her face went to the side, Theo was ready to lunge at Ron when Dezbah pulled him back and kicked Ron in the groin. With Ron busy holding his groin area and on his knees, Dezbah punched him the face and kneed him in the face. Ron fell to the ground with blood gushing out of his nose. Dezbah was so furious, she could feel her magic coursing through her, waiting to be released. She could hear Ron screaming at the top of his lungs, there were snapping of bones, with each snap earned an ear piercing scream. Dezbah felt someone cup her face, it was then she snapped and saw Draco standing before her, trying to talk to her to bring her back out of her rage. She looked into the stormy grey eyes, and came back to her sense. Dezbah eyes began to well up, she felt the sting on her left cheek, and started to sob in Draco's arms.

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor McGonagall yelled as she rushed to the students.

"Professor, Ronald instigated the whole situation. First he called Dezbah a Death Eater Whore, then he called her a bitch, and then slapped Dezbah across the face. Dezbah did say some things, but that was in defense of being verbally attacked by Ronald. Then Dezbah kicked Ronald in the groin, punched him in the face and kneed him." Hermione explained. "I believe Dezbah was only reacting in self-defense."

"Very well, Mr. Wesley you are to report to my office right after dinner tonight. We will discuss your punishment than. Ms. Hatathlie dear, please go to the infirmary and see to your injuries. Your cheek is beginning to bruise." Professor McGonagall huffed.

"I prefer to keep my bruises." Dezbah hiccupped.

"Back to your tables, finish your breakfast." Professor McGonagall ordered as she walked back to the front of the Great Hall.

Dezbah watched her walk away from them when she turned around. "The next time you decided to lay a single figure on me again Ronald Wesley, you are as good as dead. I will make sure you disappear from the face of this earth." Dezbah whispered loud enough for Ron to hear her.

"Weasle, come near Dezbah again, I will personally string you up and have my way with you. By the time I'm done, no one will recognize you." Draco seethed.

Draco, Dezbah and Theo walked away from Ron, Harry and Hermione, made their way to their house table. Dezbah sat down between Draco and Theo, when she grabbed at the Daily Profit. On the front page there were pictures of the six Death Eaters who had escaped Azkaban. The article was on the second page, as Dezbah flipped the page to open it. There it described the bloody and gruesome scene, also describing to their best ability of the assailant.

A mass breakout of six of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's notorious and infamous loyal Death Eaters have escaped Azkaban with the help of an unknown accomplice. As reported by Department Head of Auror Division, there was one causality. An eye witness gave his report on what had happen the night of the breakout. "It all happen so fast. I was there right behind my comrade, when we stepped into the cell where a huge wolf of some sort stood on all fours. It just happened so fast, there was blood everywhere, and it stood on its hind legs transformed before our shocked eyes. The monster shifted into a woman, with long hair, covered in white paint, she had a sinister look in her eyes as she smiled down to us. She was captivating and dangerous. Looking at her, my body completely froze, like I was in a full body bind, only thing racing was my heart and mind. I thought we were all done for and in a blink of an eye, they were all gone. What did it look like you ask? Well, like a demon from the depts of hell. She was tall, with a slender frame, she had fur on her back and covering her face. Where her skin was bare was covered in white paint, and her eyes glowed a fiery red orange color. It was terrifying. I still have nightmares of it."

There you have if folks, the first account of the mass breakout that occurred in Azkaban. What kind of monsters are being used by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? What kind of monstrosity is running among us? Are we truly safe? Is the Minstery keeping us safe at all? What about this creature, was it a werewolf? An internal investigation as to how this person got into Azkaban has began to find out how the wards had been brought down for this break out to happen.

Dezbah read the article and went into fits of hysterical laughter. Everyone looked in her direction and she couldn't contain herself. "Seriously? What a bunch of idiots!" Dezbah whispered to Draco.

The days had pass into weeks, as the four continued to study and complete their school work. Dezbah made use of the supplies Hermione had gotten her, with the help of Theo they got their pens and mechanical pencils to refill on their own. Theo had got accustomed to Dezbah's note taking ability with the sticky notes and highlighters, their tomes were marked up and flagged. Dezbah had invited Hermione to join in their study groups for their classes, since she had majority of their classes together. Draco and Blaise continued with their own studying habits and traditional way of note taking. They spent most of their time in the library, every bit of extra time, Dezbah kept her head in a book learning and catching up with her class. Hermione and Theo helped her and tutored her when she needed the help. Through the days of studying and sitting together, Dezbah and Hermione's relationship had grown. There were continuous arguments between Ron and Hermione and Harry trying to mediate between them.

"The Holloween Ball is on a Thursday, have you gotten a dress robe?" Hermione asked Dezbah.

"Not yet. Have you?" Dezbah replied.

"There is a Homestead visit tomorrow. Are you going to go?" Hermione asked again.

"I guess so, but I been wanting to go to Gringotts with Theo. Maybe I can get a dress over there, I'm sure I can find something in my closet. What about you? Have you gotten one? Do you have a date?" Dezbah responded.

"You need to get permission from your Head of House to go to Diagon Alley and need a perfect willing to go with you. And no I haven't get a dress or a date." Hermione replied.

"Would you go with me if I just went to Diagonal alley without getting permission, plus you're a perfect so it would be find either way." Dezbah suggested.

'What do you mean go without getting permission? We would surely get caught and how would we get there?" Hermione ask quietly.

'Well if you want to come with Theo and I tomorrow, meet us at The Three Broomsticks at 11 in the morning. Then we can go to Diagonal Alley." Dezbah replied.

"Okay, I will meet you. " Hermione responded.

The next morning Dezbah and Theo went to The Three Broomsticks early and had a round of butter beer as they waited for Hermione to show up. It was five minutes to 11, when they finished their butter beer, when the bells at the front chimed and Hermione walked into the pub. Dezbah and Hermione locked eyes and smiled at each other. Dezbah and Theo got up and walked over to her and they all walked back out of the pub to go to the alley beside the Three Broomsticks.

"I am surprise you decided to come with us." Dezbah stated.

"My curiosity was too great to ignore, so I decided to throw caution to the wind and came." Hermione replied.

"Well I hope we don't return to a search party looking for you, as you are part of the golden trio." Theo responded.

"I have been on my own for a while, since I've been playing with snakes lately. Everyone's been giving me the cold shoulder especially Harry and Ron. It hurt at first, but now it doesn't really bother me." Hermione stated.

"Well that is unfortunate, what I don't understand is why there is so much prejudice because of what house you belong too. That is ridiculous and childish. Some children have no choice but to be born into certain families. Well here we are, let's go to Diagon Alley." Dezbah stated.

Dezbah, Theo, and Hermione went to the alley beside The Three Broomsticks. Dezbah had held her hand out for both of them to grab on too. Dezbah held their hands as they disapperated to Diagon Alley. They appeared in front of Gringotts and went in together. Dezbah spoke to the goblin about making a withdrawal from her vault, and they escorted her, Theo and Hermione down to the oldest vaults. The goblin open her vault and allowed them admission into her vault. Dezbah looked around, everything was organized from galleons, jewelry, paintings, and other antique furniture. Hermione looked around with her eyes big, and looked at Theo who was impressed with what was before them. Dezbah walked toward the jewelry section, where rings, pendants, bracelets, necklaces, tiaras, earrings, broaches, and other shiny jewels adored with diamonds, rubies, emerald, and other precious gems. Dezbah took Theo's hand, and walked him around the area looking at various necklaces and rings. Hermione stood at the vault entrance watching them.

"So, Theo, pick out something, so I can keep with me at all times. To show my appreciation of you, for all that you do for me and with me." Dezbah said as she held on to Theo's elbow.

Theo looked around at the jewelry his father had deposited into her vault, it was almost all the jewelry that once belonged to his mother and other heirlooms. He looked at various rings and necklaces, until he finally made a decision on a clustered linked diamond and emerald bracelet. Theo remembered his father telling him about the bracelet his mother always wore during his drunken state. Mr. Nott Sr. would talk about how beautiful his mother was, and how she adored the bracelet he had given her as a betrothal gift. Theo smiled at the thoughts of when his father talked of his mother, the light that shown in his eyes and the smile on his face as he described how elegant and graceful his mother was.

"Dez, I found it." Theo announced as he walked over and stood in front of Dezbah. "This is the bracelet I want you to wear. This beautiful bracelet once belonged to my mother. Before she passed away, she always wore this every chance she got. It was a betrothal gift my father had given her. I don't think he knows that I know about it, but when he would be so drunk, he would talk about my mother and this bracelet. He talked about how beautiful and graceful she was, how passionate she was about the things she loved and people she loved. He would smile and laugh about how opinionated and outspoken she was but was still regal. After thinking about all the stories, he had told me, what draws me to you the most is your similar traits you share with my mother. I wished I'd known her, and I know she would love you as well. So I would be honored for you to wear and cherish this." Theo stated as he put the bracelet on Dezbah. "It is goblin made, so it will resize itself, the diamonds and emeralds are always shiny and dazzling, and one more thing, only a Nott can take it off." Theo said with a smirk.

"This is beautiful, I love it Theo. Put it on my left wrist, and I will not take it off. I'm sure Draco will figure out a way to take it off once he finds out only you can take it off." Dezbah replied with a laugh. "Hermione, come here. I want you to look around and chose something, I want to gift you something for taking care of me when I needed it. I can't be grateful enough, you didn't have to go out of your way, but you did. So please pick out something, and I will get it cleaned up and checked for any curses and dark magic. I will also put some protective charms on it for you and get it delivered." Dezbah instructed.

"Oh Dezbah, I wouldn't dare. These are too much for just a small thank you for assisting you." Hermione responded bashfully.

"Nonsense, I will not take no for an answer. If you don't want to choose, I will pick out the most extravagant jewel and make a huge presentation out of it to have you receive it." Dezbah threatened.

"Fine, fine, let me have a look." Hermione sniped playfully as she walked to where Dezbah and Theo were standing. Hermione looked among the jewelry and saw a ruby and diamond linked bracelet. "This one here." Hermione stated as she pointed at it. She did not dare touch it, for all she knew it might have some curse against muggleborns.

Dezbah walked over, and picked up the beautiful ruby and diamond link bracelet. She studied it, and said a few charms in her native language, the bracelet had a golden glow to it and went back to its original state.

"Theo come here love, put this on Hermione. I know it's just like this bracelet, there aren't any curses on it either Hermione, so don't be alarmed. But as Theo puts this beautiful thing on your wrist, no one but a Nott can take it off. But at some point I'm sure Draco and I can figure out a way to get it off without Theo's assistance. But in the meantime, I have put some protective charms from my own creation to provide protection when you need it. I can't thank you enough for your friendship and helping me when I needed it the most. This is a token of my gratitude." Dezbah explained.

Hermione looked at the beautiful bracelet as Theo linked them together, they resized to fit her perfectly. As Theo touched her wrist, she could feel his magic humming and intertwining with her own magic. The looked each other with wide eyes, and Hermione pulled away and said thank you. Dezbah looked on at the pair, as a shimmering aura illuminated from the pair and smiled to herself.

"Okay, that should do. I only came down for these things. So let's get some shopping done. Before people notice we are missing." Dezbah said as she started walking toward the entrance.

"Aren't you going to take any galleons with you?" Hermione asked.

"I already have a bag full, it had an undetected extension charm on it. I don't even know how much it contains, but we can shop to our hearts desire and I doubt we will make a dent in it. Plus I don't know why Draco gave me his pouch, he knows I have my own. I'm sure in his mind, it's the right thing to do. To let the lady spend your money. So shall we, everything is on me, no matter the cost. I don't care. I usually prefer the simple things in life, but since we are here now, might as well indulge. We can dissaparated out of here, I hate to ride the cart back up, plus the goblin who escorted us, went back up long ago." Dezbah said as she held hand out for Hermione and Theo to hold. They grasped her hand and disapperated to Madam Maliki's Robes for All Occasions.

Dezbah and Hermione were browsing the new arrivals, seeing what they were going to pick out. Dezbah looked through the robes, and found an elegant black floor gown, it was a black tulle dress with cap sleeves, it was beaded with black diamonds, beads, and embroidered on the bodice, and the cap sleeves were black sheer material with the same jewels, beads and embroidery at the shoulder and collar. She matched it with a black feathered raven mask and black fathered cloak with black sheer tulle material. She instantly fell in love with the outfit. Hermione looked through the dress and found a beautiful white gown, it had beads and embroidery in gold on the bodice, cap sleeves, but had an imperial waist that had white silk and a white gleamier sheer tulle maternal on top. She looked admired it and saw the price take on it and went to put it back. Before she even could hang it back up, Dezbah pulled the dress from her grip and threw it on her pile and told Hermione not to be looking at price tags. Hermione picked out beautiful white masked covered in crystals and shiny gems and flacks of gold to go with her dress. Dezbah pulled out a pair of strappy sandal heels to go with her dress and threw it on top of her pile.

"Hermione have you ever just bought whatever your heart desired when it came to clothing?" Dezbah asked.

"Kind of, but not on high-end things. My parents are dentist, so they have the means money wise, but I'm content with what I have." Hermione replied.

"We should make a trip to go shopping, not here, but where ever, even muggle London if that is a better place. Let's go to the mall, shop and have dinner or something fun. Just us girls. Even with everything going on between the light and dark, I'll ensure your safety. I think there is a lot more going on than what we are being led to believe. I will kill those who threaten my loved ones, my family, and those who I hold dear to me. Some of these Slytherins may not enjoy your presents but what matters is I'm happy and you're happy. Isn't that right Theo?" Dezbah stated as she smiled at Theo.

"Yes, Princess." Theo replied rolling his eyes.

"See, we already won over one." Dezbah said as she kissed Theo's cheek. "Now let's get back before anyone misses us and makes a big deal of it."

Dezbah, Hermione, and Theo appeared in the alley beside the Three Broom Sticks, and went inside to get a bite to eat. They chit chatted and made their way back to the castle and finish their homework. Theo and Dezbah were sitting at their table in the library together waiting for Hermione.

"Theo, do you have a date?" Dezbah asked.

"No, I haven't thought of anyone to take. There are the Greengrass, but I don't want it to get out of hand where they start to think I want to court either one of them." Theo replied.

"I know Hermione doesn't have a date. Why don't you asked her? I am sure she won't take it any further then two classmates going together." Dezbah suggested as she scribbled on her notebook.

"I don't think she will go for it. I don't know how anyone will respond to a lion and snake together." Theo said under his breath.

"Oh Theo, it's a Halloween dance, no one will know. Plus, who cares. If you want to go with her then go with her. Don't let the stupid houses stop you. She's quiet lovely, fiery, intelligent, and I bet a good dancer." No one will expect it, so who cares. She has a pretty dress picked out, and it would be a shame for her to go alone." Dezbah pestered.

"Fine, I will ask her when she comes." Theo replied and slumped into his chair.

"Oh geez, don't look so put out. I know you are excited to ask her, your magic is practically crackling around you. It's cute really." Dezbah teased.

Hermione came walking into the library, looked over to where Dezbah and Theo were sitting. She seen them talking and Dezbah giggling and Theo's ears turning red. She came up to their table and started unloading her tomes, parchment, quills and ink pot. She sat down across from Dezbah, and smiled at the both of them.

"Hermione, do you have a date for the Halloween Ball?" Dezbah asked.

"No, I don't think anyone wants to ask me." Hermione stated sheepishly.

"Well that is a shame." Dezbah replied as she nudge Theo.

"Hermione, would you like to be my date to the Halloween Ball?" Theo asked shyly.

"What? Are you sure you want to go with me?" Hermione asked.

"That is why I'm asking." Theo replied.

"Yes, I'd love to be your date." Hermione replied.

"Oh good! We got that out of the way. Now you have a date. Please don't make any excuses because of assholes making an issue out of the pair of you." Dezbah exclaimed.

The group continued with their studies and the week went by without a hitch. The day of the dance soon arrived. That evening, Hermione and Dezbah got ready in Dezbah's room. Both looking beautiful as ever in their gowns and mask. Dezbah changed Hermione's hair color to snow white, to match her gown and mask. She had a beautiful golden glow, whereas Dezbah changed her hair color to raven black.

"Shall we, Light and Dark." Dezbah said as they looked at their reflection in the mirror.

After the ball, Dezbah and Draco sat in their common room together drinking a cup of hot tea. They sat in comfortable silence for a bit, Draco looked at his fiancé to find her deep in thought.

"Galleon's for your thoughts love." Draco stated.

"Have you hear anything from your Lord?" Dezbah asked.

"No, I haven't. I am sure there will be something soon, it's been to quiet." Draco replied.

"I think now we can focus on your task. As you know, Dumbledore is dying. I can see it, whatever is going on with his hand is spreading. I am thinking it's a curse, did you know we have some traditional herbal drinking or potions what have you, I can easily make to help him recover from it." Dezbah replied.

"Are you serious?" Draco responded with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, quiet serious. But the point is to kill him off, not heal him. Draco, why is it children are being used to fight this battle or whatever it is that is being waged. Why target muggle borns, I mean it's not their fault they were born with magic in them, but this notion of it being stolen from real witches and wizards is ridiculous. I am sure if you were to do some kind of genealogy or even a family tree, somewhere in their ancestors there would be traces of magical blood, why else would a normal non magic muggle person obtain the ability to perform magic. How ignorant can pure bloods be? I mean I am not bleeding out my heart for them, it's just a question. A question that hasn't been considered. Look at Hermione, her parents are muggles, they want nothing to do with the Wizarding world, just let her do as she needs to with school and her life here. She goes back, spends time with them, and then comes back here. She is an extraordinary witch, and very capable. So why should we discriminate against her because of her blood status. Just so you know, we all are human beings, we all bleed red blood, we all have the same internal organs and physiological composition, the only difference is, the color of our skin and our abilities to do magic. So why is it, Dumbledore and your Lord, why don't they fight it out? Why target a child, why have people from either sides die. How selfish can Dumbledore be to not just outright tell Harry and them about the horcuxes, why you should have to take on the task of having to kill Dumbledore, when your Lord says he's the most powerful wizard to live. If that is the case why allow Dumbledore to live, why are these school age children able to escape from situations where they can easily be killed. I don't understand that." Dezbah stated as she sat sipping her tea.

Draco sat looking at the young lady before him, thinking of the words she just shared with him. Thinking about all the teachings and customs he had been taught growing up, he never thought of it how she put it. He always figured it was the way things were. He watched her as she looked lost in thought.

"I don't understand either. These are just missions I have been assigned, with this mark on my left forearm, I'm obligated to follow through. For our cause, that is why you are here, too help me complete this mission." Draco replied quietly.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to your own culture and traditions. I am just merely asking these questions, because I've been thinking about it. Those who are actually fighting from the light side are children. Magical beings are going to end their lives, but for what? What are your plans once this war is over, what are your plans going to be if the light side wins? What is going to happen when the Dark Lord wins?" Dezbah asked.

"I don't know the answer to those things love. I haven't even thought of our future, it's just day by day until this war is over with." Draco responded with his head down.

"Well we need to figure out to make this war come to an end. This is ridiculous, it's like a world of chaos is going to begin. Why don't we just bring Dumbledore before the Dark Lord. Why don't they duel to the death and get this situation over with. I think I am going to do that, I'm also afraid once they find out the amount of magic we have, they will either want to take us or kill us." Dezbah said as she unpinned her hair.

"Why do you think they would turn on us?" Draco asked.

"What do you mean why? Are you seriously asking why? Because Draco, you and I, our magic is different. What we are capable of, we would automatically become enemy number one if we don't watch our backs. I am not talking about the juvenile power struggles happening in the school, I'm talking about out there in the real world. What would the Dark Lord think? How would he perceive you or me, how would he treat you? He would become suspicious of you and me, he would treat us differently, keeping us at arm's length. I'm sure he feels the difference in magic through that mark on your forearm." Dezbah said looking at Draco. "I am just worried of how we are going to be treated."

"I guess we will deal with it when the time comes, now won't we. But we need to start working on the mission. It's already November. Let's go to bed." Draco voiced as he held out his hand to Dezbah.

Dezbah walked to Draco and held his hand, as she grabbed his hand, there was a pull at her navel, and they disapperated from their common room. They both apperated together in a dimly lit room. There were others there, all wearing mask and black cloaks. Dezbah looked around and turned to Draco, who stood ridged with eyes wide. Dezbah looked where Draco was looking, and gasp. Before them was a seat, almost like throne black as onyx, with serpents carved into it, with a high back and placed on a platform. There sat a man, with red slit eyes, resembling a viper, and small slits for his nostrils, and pale as a full moon.

"Welcome home Draco." Lord Voldemort hissed.

A/N: I am sorry for the long wait. I am seriously thinking there is a higher power that was making it difficult to complete this chapter, but I am determine to continue with this story. Thank you so much!

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