Chapter 1: A New Year at Hogwarts

September 1st

A new year at Hogwarts was starting, only this time things were not as they usually were. Albus Dumbledore was no longer Headmaster, and half of the staff that had taught under his guidance were no longer there either, save Professors Binns, Vector and Sinistra as well as Madam Hooch, Madam Pomfrey and, of course, Hagrid. A new Headmistress, Professor Abby James, was now guiding Hogwarts.

Other than the new Headmistress, there was also a new Deputy Headmistress, who, at the moment, was standing in the corridor outside the Great Hall, waiting for the first years to arrive from their trip across the lake with Hagrid. Although, she was not alone as Minerva had often been. Instead another student who would be starting her first year, though she was not quite as young as the ones making their way to the steps even as the two friends spoke, accompanied her.

"I don't know if I can do this, Isá."

"You'll be fine, Jyn," Isáwien replied with a soft smile.

"I feel like a complete idiot," Jamie ground out. "My Gods! I'm twenty-two years old and I'm back to being a bloody first year! Ron Weasley had better pray I never get my hands on him…"

"He's still in hiding since finding out I was back in England, Jyn, so there is no chance of getting your hands on him. Thank Merlin he was never the best wizard, so the Memory Charm wasn't complete."

"Yeah well, sometimes I wish it was. It's weird because sometimes I just get the feeling that there's more to my past than Draco's telling me," Jamie commented in frustration. "It's like…I feel like a big part of me is missing and I don't know why."

"That's why we are going to do the memory sessions over the next year, Jyn. And then hopefully by this time next year, you should have at least your personal memories back," Isáwien replied as she glanced over down the hall. "I'll be right back, Jyn, I have to go and get the sorting hat from Abby's office. The others should be in soon. Talk to someone, please," she finished with a slightly pleading look.

As Isáwien left the Entrance Hall in search of the sorting hat, Jamie walked over to the wall that was furthest away from the Great Hall, trying to conceal herself in the shadows. Moments later the doors opened from the outside as the first years came into the room talking among themselves.

"'Ello, Jamie," Hagrid called as he walked in with the first years. "All right, everyone. I'll leave you here. Professor Malfoy will be here for you soon."

Jamie cringed inwardly and tried to draw herself further into the shadows. She was not very successful as some of the new first years made their way over to her.

Three girls were soon standing next to her, two with auburn hair, and one with black. "Hi," one of two girls with auburn hair said with a smile. "I'm Helori Cadwalader, this is Kaira Evans, and Isabella Moody," she continued, nodding towards the other auburn haired girl and the dark haired one.

"Hi," Jamie said rather awkwardly, not quite sure what to make of the rather forward first year.

"Are you a first year as well?" Kaira asked.

"Ah…well…you could say that," Jamie stuttered in reply.

"Wait a minute; don't I know you from somewhere?" Isabella asked. "I do. Aren't you Jamie..."

"Hello, Jamie, hello girls, I'm Professor Malfoy. I see you've met Miss Potter," Isáwien said as she joined the girls.

"Your name is Potter? Are you by chance related to Lily Potter? Because my mother said she was the only other witch in our family," Kaira said softly.

"Yes, I'm a Potter and Lily was my mother," Jamie replied quietly.

"Really? Then that means we're related somehow. Oh, that is wonderful. No one else in the family is a witch or wizard, and they are all being really nasty about it. But now there is someone else who is. And it's just great," Kaira replied with a smile.

"But…Harry told me our mother only had one sister, Petunia, and from everything he's told me about her she absolutely detests anything having to do with magic. I don't mean to be rude or anything but…" Jamie trailed off as she tried to get her memory to work right. "I mean…from what Harry said, I have a cousin Dudley or something or other but I don't think he's ever mentioned a female cousin…of course, he may have, and I just…"

"Mum said Lily was her cousin, so that might explain it," Kaira offered.

"I guess I'll just have to take your word for it then, Kaira. I just…I don't remember…"

"It's okay, we can figure it out later," she replied with a smile

"Well, ladies, it's about time for everyone to go inside, so shall we?" Isáwien asked with a smile as she shook her head. /-/Jyn, you okay?/-/ she asked as she placed her hand on Jamie's arm.

/-/I don't know, Isá. This all so frustrating, yet terrifying at the same time./-/

/-/I know, Jyn, it will be all right. I'm here for you, and so are the other teachers that you know./-/

/-/I know, Isá. I just feel like there's a huge piece of me missing…and the weird thing is, it feels like it's more than just my memories, but I can't seem to explain it and Draco refuses to answer my questions beyond the fact that we've been together since our sixth year./-/

/-/I know, Jyn. But we can't make him talk unfortunately. I have to go, but I'm still here if you need me/-/ Isáwien replied with a smile before stepping away as the five of them rejoined the other first years. "All right, everyone. First of all, welcome to Hogwarts. I hope you had a good trip. Now, in a moment we will go into the Great Hall. When I call your name, you will come up and sit down to be sorted. When you are done, you will join your table. Are there any questions?"

None of the new first years had any questions so Isáwien led them all, including Jamie, who was hanging at the back of the group, into the Great Hall and towards the Head Table. As Jamie slowly made her way in with the other first years, she could hear the students seated at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. She could only just make out what they were saying and she found it very confusing. She decided she would talk to Isáwien after the feast and see if she might be able to explain it.

Once they had all arrived in front of the dais, they stopped, and Isáwien started to call names. Immediately the three girls were by Jamie's side once more.

"So what is she like? Professor Malfoy?" Helori asked.

"Oh…um…well…I know that she's been a really good friend for the past eleven years, but as a Professor, I really couldn't tell you," Jamie replied quietly with a shrug.

"It's her first year as a professor, after all," Isabella added. "So no one would know what she's like as a professor. Didn't we already talk about this on the train?" she continued, rolling her eyes.

"I didn't mean as a Professor, I meant period, what was she like?" Helori replied, shaking her head slightly.

"Helori Cadwalader," Isáwien called.

"Oh that's me," Helori squeaked.

"Well, go on then," Kaira encouraged before Helori walked up to Isáwien. "I think that, of any of us, she is going to be a Gryffindor. She seems most like them, their traits I mean."

"Why do you say that?" Jamie asked in confusion as she watched the young auburn haired witch approach the sorting hat.

"I don't know. Just getting to know her on the train, she seemed to represent Gryffindor. Whereas I would say that for me I'm Ravenclaw. And Bella is either Slytherin or Hufflepuff."

"Although I doubt Dad would approve of me being a Slytherin," Isabella replied with a smile.

"Oh? And why's that?" Jamie asked smirking, looking very much the Malfoy she had become.

"The daughter of Mad-Eye Moody in Slytherin, it would be the shock of the century. Almost as much as when your brother was placed in Slytherin or when you found out who you were six years ago," Isabella explained with a small smirk of her own. "Although, it would be funny to see the expression on his face."

"GRYFFINDOR!" the sorting hat suddenly yelled, interrupting them for a moment as Helori got down and made her way among the clapping students to the table while Isáwien went on to the next student.

"Yes, well, I doubt the press would have as big a field day with you being placed in Slytherin, Isabella, as it did when I was or when Harry was. Harry tells me it was quite the sensation when it happened," Jamie replied, with a look that said she was trying very hard to remember the exact reactions.

"This is probably going to come out wrong, but I can't imagine what it's like for you. Not being able to remember your past. And if I could, I'd hex Weasley good," Isabella said softly. "Daddy made sure to teach me every single hex there is," she continued with a slight smile.

"That's just it, Isabella. I can remember certain things but with others…I just draw a complete blank. I can remember people and places but not their significance to me. I remember parts of my life as Ginny Weasley and I remember what happened when I found out the truth, but pretty much everything that happened before and after that is a complete blank. I'm hoping that Professor Malfoy will be able to help me get back everything I lost thanks to that stupid git," Jamie commented, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.

"Well, I might not be able to do much, but I'll do anything I can to help you. If you want help, that is," Kaira replied hesitantly towards the end.

"Same goes for me. If nothing else, you can practice every single hex there is with me," Isabella continued.

"Thanks, you two. I might just take you up on your offers. I know Professor Malfoy is going to be really busy and her time will be limited, so I might just seek you out sometime," Jamie replied, laughing lightly.

"No problem. After all, what's family for?" Kaira replied with a smile.

"Kaira Evans."

"Oh, my turn. See you two later," she continued with a smile before heading up towards Isáwien.

"She has a lot of energy," Isabella mused.

"I can see that," replied Jamie. "It's nice to know I actually have family outside my brother and Father."

"I know the feeling. My family's kind of torn apart with my dad being an Auror and all," she replied. "Hang on a sec; did you say your father? But I thought..." she trailed off. "Umm, well, that's none of my business."

"It's alright, Isabella. I know it's confusing. James Potter is my biological father. Professor Snape adopted Harry and me during our sixth year. He's the father I was referring to," explained Jamie

"Oh, I see. Sorry for prying and all."

"RAVENCLAW!" the sorting hat yelled and Kaira hopped down to walk by them.

"See, I just knew I'd be here," she said with a smile. "See you later."

"Bye," Jamie replied before turning back to Isabella. "Don't worry about it, Isabella, you weren't prying. I love my father dearly. He's not the man everyone believes him to be."

"That's neat then. So what house do you think you will be in? And you can just call me Bella, by the way."

"Well, that's a good question. From what I've been told, I've been both Gryffindor, like James, and a Slytherin, so I really don't know. My father was a Slytherin and the Head of House during my years here. Harry's also told me that I truly belonged in Gryffindor. Apparently the Potter family can be traced back to Godric Gryffindor himself."

"Really? Well, that is interesting, isn't it? Sounds like you and the sorting hat might have an interesting conversation. Of course, you've already been in both of those houses, so who knows, you might end up in another one entirely," Bella continued with a smile.

"Well, my mother was a Gryffindor but I seem to be surrounded by Slytherins except for Harry's wife Hermione, who was a Gryffindor. I really have no idea which house I will end up in, but I don't think I'll end up a Hufflepuff."

"Well, it will be neat to see where you are placed."

"Ciara Malfoy."

"Is she related to Professor Malfoy?" Bella asked as the girl with shoulder length pale blonde hair walked up to the stool.

"Well, I know for a fact that Professor Malfoy doesn't have any children, which means that she would have to be…I'm gonna kill him," Jamie finished in a low growl. "How could he not tell me?"

"Okay, I'm guessing someone is in trouble," Bella replied with a smirk.

"SLYTHERIN!" the sorting hat yelled as Ciara got down and headed towards the table.

"You could say that, Bella," replied Jamie, her hand starting to glow slightly as her anger increased. "It appears that my boyfriend neglected to tell me that he had a daughter who would be attending Hogwarts this year."

"Whoa, Ciara is your boyfriend's daughter? Are you sure?"

"Are there any other Malfoys that you know of other than Professor Malfoy and Draco Malfoy, who just happens to be my boyfriend and apparently has been since my sixth year?" Jamie asked.

"But, I thought that you were..."

"Isabella Moody."

"Bloody hell, hold that thought," Bella said before walking up to the dais.

/-/Jamie, will you look up here already!/-/

Jamie, hearing the whispered thought in her mind, quickly looked up towards where Isáwien was standing next to Isabella, who had just put the sorting hat on. /-/Isá?/-/

/-/Calm down Jyn, I don't know what's got you upset, but you're starting to shake the glasses/-/ she replied, glancing quickly at the tables, then back at Jamie. /-/Take a deep breath and relax./-/

Jamie did as her friend suggested, and, as she did so, she dropped her gaze to her hands, only to realize that they were glowing slightly. /-/Shite, Isá! What the hell is going on here? Why are my hands glowing and why are the dishes rattling?/-/ Jamie was starting to panic now, not knowing what was happening and why.

/-/Oh hell. Jamie, look at me! Take a deep breath; that is normal. It is, well, you know how I have the lightning, you have glowing-ness. It's normal, completely normal. Your emotions are a bit high, so your powers are responding to them. Now keep taking deep even breaths. Come on./-/

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the sorting hat said and Bella hopped down. Both Isáwien and Jamie could tell she wanted to go to Jamie, but had to go to the Hufflepuff table.

Isáwien called the next student before turning her attention solely back to Jamie.

Jamie was trying to do as her friend suggested but was having a little bit of trouble. Her anger had mixed in with her panic and was making it rather difficult to calm her emotions down enough to stop the glowing of her hands.

/-/Jamie, calm down,/-/ Isáwien tried once more as the hat called out the student's house. /-/All right, if all else fails, take matters into your own hands./-/ "Jamie Potter"

Jamie slowly made her way up towards the dais and the sorting hat, her panic not really easing off any, the thought of putting that blasted hat on for what she had learned would be the third time only increasing her agitation.

/-/Calm down, Jyn, the Sorting Hat is not going to do anything to you. I promise. He's just an old busy body with nothing better to do than write songs all year long./-/

That comment actually garnered a mental snicker from Jamie as she sat down, allowing Isáwien to place the sorting hat on her head.

"Well, if it isn't you again. Although this time I think you will be much easier to place than you were your last two times," the voice whispered in her ear.

/-/What? I don't understand. What do you mean by easier?/-/

"Well, my dear, your first time was difficult, I knew you weren't a Weasley, but everyone thought you were. So I had to place you in Gryffindor, which you did belong in, but, at the same time, it bothered me, because everyone was assuming it was because of the Weasleys, and it wasn't."

/-/It was because I'm Gryffindor's heir, wasn't it?/-/

"Exactly. And your second sorting was just as difficult."

/-/But why was it difficult? And if I'm Gryffindor's heir, then why did you put me in Slytherin?/-/

"There, my dear girl lays the difficulty. You see, you belonged in Gryffindor then, but your desire to see those punished was not very Gryffindor like. It was more of a Slytherin trait; that, along with a few other things, prompted me to place you in Slytherin."

/-/Things? What things?/-/

"Oh, a few things, although the question is where to place you now; still a lot of bravery in you, though that is expected. But there is also the cunning, and a number of other things. Hmm, now this is interesting."

/-/What's that supposed to mean?/-/ Jamie snapped mentally, her inner voice taking on a very Malfoy-like quality in her irritation.

"You just proved what I found, my dear. You have picked up a number of your lover's tendencies over the years."

Jamie did not know how to respond at first to what the hat had just said. /-/But I'm nothing like Draco…/-/

"I never said you were," the hat replied with a sniff of reproach.

/-/I'm confused. You just said that I've picked up a number of my lover's tendencies and Draco's…/-/

/-/I hate to interrupt, but are you going to finish sometime soon? Even some of the older teachers are starting to look at you curiously. The hat, that is, not you, Jyn,/-/ Isáwien's voice came through Jaime's mind, stopping her mid thought.

"Well if it isn't the annoying Higginbotham. Do get out of here and I will tell her where she belongs," the hat said sourly.

/-/Do stop hissing at me and get to your work,/-/ Isáwien replied before leaving.

/-/Well? Where do I belong this time?/-/ Jamie asked curiously if not a little hesitantly.

"Well my dear, you belong in SLYTHERIN!" the hat cried out, causing the students to jump slightly as it had taken quite a bit of time to sort Jamie.

Jamie slowly stood up and looked over at Isáwien, her expression a mixture of almost every emotion possible, though confusion, anger, and panic were the first to catch her friend's attention.

/-/Jyn, what is it?/-/ Isáwien asked quickly

/-/I can't, not now,/-/ Jamie replied, a pleading look crossing her face.

/-/All right, later then,/-/ she replied as Jamie made her way down the dais.

Jamie felt extremely uncomfortable when she sat down at the Slytherin table, given the fact that the entire school was staring at her intently, not only because she was the oldest first year in recorded history but also because of the length of time it took the hat to sort her.

Although, fortunately for Jamie, it did not take long for the school to find a new person to watch when Isáwien reached the R's. "Desdemona Riddle."

A murmur suddenly sprang up throughout the assembled students and faculty alike, everyone having recognized the last name of Riddle as being that of the infamous Dark Lord.

Isáwien rolled her eyes when everyone started talking while the dark haired girl walked up and sat down next to her, though she did give a slight glare at her first.

/-/Bloody Hell, will they let Tom rest in peace,/-/ Isáwien thought with mild disgust. /-/I knew this would happen./-/

/-/Isá, what's wrong?/-/ Jamie asked in concern, as she watched the Riddle girl being sorted, which seemed to be taking quite a bit of time.

/-/Hmm, oh, Jyn, it's just a pain that they will never let Tom rest. Just because he was the Dark Lord this blasted whispering and murmurs always starts up. He's been dead almost six years and it's still as bad as it was when he was alive. It's just annoying. I don't know. I'm just frustrated and still angry that I was never allowed to grieve for him either, seeing as the community wouldn't have exactly welcomed it. That and he doesn't have a grave. Blasted Wizarding World. Sorry, I'm ranting and babbling again, aren't I?/-/

/-/Yes you are. Isá…argh, this is so frustrating. I feel like I know the events you're talking about, but for the life of me I can't seem to find the right memories. I feel like this was a major event in my life and I don't know why, and Draco continually refuses to answer any questions about my past that doesn't concern him or my father and/or brother./-/

/-/I know, Jyn. And that's where the memory sessions will help. It should at least bring back the personal memories. As for spells and other things, well, I'm not sure. Merlin, what is it with the bloody hat today? Taking forever with you guys. Come on, it can't be that hard to place Des. Even I know she goes in Slytherin. So just decide already and announce it./-/

/-/Isá, the hat said some strange things and so have some of the other students. Things about my past…/-/

/-/I figured something like this would happen. And I promise I'll answer as much as I can, Jyn, though we probably shouldn't start until we are in my chambers. Don't want to risk you or me losing it and blowing something up. Abby isn't quite as used to us as Albus was. Though most of the others are, I'd hate to do that to her and Dellena and Liz on their first day./-/

/-/Used to us? Isá, what are you.../-/

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat finally yelled and Desdemona got down and made her way over to the table.

/-/I'll explain later, Love. You know, I think that's a record. Thirty minutes, wasn't it?/-/

When Desdemona reached the table, she sat down across from Jamie, and next to Ciara. Turning to Ciara she said, "You owe me 20 gallons," with a smirk.

Jamie turned to look at the young girl that had just joined the table. She got the strangest feeling that she should know this girl, but she could not figure out why. "Why does she owe you 20 galleons…Desdemona, wasn't it?"

Shocked, Desdemona turned to face Jamie. "We had a bet on the train that I would get into Slytherin. This silly girl thought that it would be the Gryffindor hell-house for me," she laughed like a maniac before continuing. "Yes," she pushed a long black lock behind her ear, "my name is Desdemona...who are you?"

"You might want to watch what you say about Gryffindors, Desdemona. My name's Jamie Potter and from what I've been told, my brother Harry and I are descendents of Gryffindor himself," Jamie replied with a wry smirk.

Desdemona raised an eyebrow. "Really, now? And please, DON'T call me Desdemona. My name is Desi"

"Nice to meet you, Desi," Jamie greeted with a very Malfoyish smirk. "Welcome to Slytherin."

"Erm…I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong...did you just say that you were the heir to GRYFFINDOR? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Desi spat. "And, just in case you ARE telling the truth, I don't think that much more can be passed to you." Desi, then, turned to face Ciara and began to whisper. Desi saw the hurt look on Jamie's face, and turned back to face her. "I'm sorry," she said, "I just can't trust any Gryffindors," she spat the final word out.

"For your information, Desdemona, I have just as much right to be here as you do," Jamie snarled in anger and frustration, her hand that was holding her goblet starting to glow moments before the glass exploded. "Just because I said I was Gryffindor's heir doesn't mean I don't belong in Slytherin. Have you forgotten your recent Wizarding history? Both my brother, the infamous Boy-Who-Lived and I were both resorted Slytherin in our sixth year, plus we were adopted by Severus Snape, the Head of Slytherin at the time. I'm just as much a Slytherin as you are, and if what the hat said to me is true, I'm even more of a Slytherin now than I was before."

/-/Oh bloody hell! Jyn, there was a reason I told you to take deep even breaths and stay calm. And it wasn't for my health,/-/ Isáwien's voice drifted through her mind. /-/Well, then again, it might have been./-/

"Well, Miss Poopy-Pants! For your information, I am more Slytherin then you are, my father being Tom Riddle, the one who everyone cowers from. And so if you feel that you are safe from me, don't think so...I probably have more power then you and your brother have combined!" Desdemona spat.

Ciara backed away, chanting under her breath, "Cat fight! Catfight! Cat fight!"

"OH BLOODY HELL, CIARA! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, YOU CAN BLOODY WELL SAY IT!" Desdemona blew up at her friend, causing her to back up even farther.

The Great Hall fell silent at once, every eye on Desdemona.

She stood, and left the Hall, making the most dramatic exit. After she was outside the doors, the Great Hall erupted in applause. Someone yelled from inside, "That was almost as good as the Weasley Twins' exit!"

She stuck her head back in the Hall, and yelled for her friend Ciara to come with her. Ciara made one glance at Jamie, then one at Desdemona. She crossed her arms, and sat stubbornly. Desdemona rolled her eyes, and walked back into the Great Hall, every eye on her. She marched up to the Slytherin table, and grabbed her friend by the sleeve. "Come on!" she growled, "We are leaving NOW!"

"LAY THE BLOODY HELL OFF OF CIARA!" Jamie cried, rising from her seat and leaning across the table, both hands glowing brightly, causing every glass in the Great Hall to shake, those closest to Jamie shaking the hardest. "You think you're so special and all powerful, just because your father was the bloody Dark Lord Voldemort," a gasp spread throughout the Hall, nobody could tell if it was because Jamie had said Voldemort's name or because all the glassware was starting to shake much more violently. "Do you I need to remind you that it was my brother that killed your all powerful father?" Jamie spit out. "And as for you having more power than my brother and I combined…" Jamie never got to finish her statement as every piece of glass in the Great Hall once again exploded, raining down on everyone in the Hall, moments before Jamie hit the ground.

"Oh, bloody hell. Both of you, come with me," a voice said behind the two, causing them to turn around and groan slightly when they saw Professor Malfoy.

Shaking her head, Isáwien summoned a stretcher and levitated Jamie on it before turning to Abby and nodding slightly. She then led the stretcher and the two Slytherins out of the hall and up to the Hospital Wing.

"Sweet Merlin! What happened?" Poppy asked as Isáwien floated the stretcher over to one of the hospital beds.

"Evening, Poppy, Jamie got into an argument, and her emotions got the better of her. With her memory loss, she doesn't remember anything about her powers. So she lost control and collapsed after destroying the glassware," Isáwien explained

"Good Heavens, not again," Poppy commented in exasperation as she went to Jamie's side and began a cursory examination. "She'll be fine in a few hours. She just needs to rest and let her magic regenerate itself. Would you please remind Mrs. Mal…er, Miss Potter, to try to keep her emotions in check, as I really do not wish to see her on a regular basis this year, because I'm sure the newest batch of students will keep me quite occupied."

"I will, Poppy. And I'm going to help her work on controlling her magic tonight. If need be, we will contact Harry and have him come and help. If you'll excuse me, I have to take care of something, and then I will return."

"Of course, Isáwien, Miss Potter will be out for a little while yet. While the magical outburst was nowhere near what it was six years ago, it is still quite significant and will cause her to be out for a couple of hours yet," replied Poppy

"All right, thank you, Poppy."

Turning, Isáwien nodded to both girls and led them from the wing to her office. Once they had entered the room she had them sit down and she took her own seat on the other side of the desk. "Would either of you like to tell me what happened?" she asked softly.

Desdemona turned from the teacher, not wanting to talk. She hid her face from view. Ciara opened her mouth, and began re-telling the night's events. Desdemona did not care. She let Ciara tell the story, even when some parts were wrong. A solitary tear fell from her dark brown eyes.

"…and then that was when Jamie told Desdemona that her brother killed her father. That made Jamie flip out, I don't know why..."

Ciara was still talking when Desdemona whispered, "Is it true?"

"Is what true, Des?" Isáwien asked kindly.

"Is it true that he killed...killed my father?"

"Desi," Isáwien began softly. "I tried telling you, but it's hard to talk about Tom. And you weren't exactly talkative. I'm sorry, Des," she trailed off in a whisper. "It's true; I relive it every year, Love. And I'm sorry."

Tears started to fall freely from Desdemona's eyes. She stood from her chair, and started to walk out of the room. She did not change positions, and with the back of her head still facing Isáwien, she whispered, "You could have told me before." She kept walking, and left the room. Once outside, she ran straight for her dormitories,

"Oh, Bloody Hell," Isáwien said, shaking her head before she let her head fall back against the top of the chair. Sighing deeply, she raised her head and looked at Ciara. "Well, my dear great niece. It seems that you will have to go after her. I doubt she will want to see me again. Gods, I thought things were bad six years ago," she paused. "And I really hate to do this, but once she has calmed down, can you let her know that she has to serve detention tomorrow night for fighting? I have no choice. The Headmistress is going to have a fit as it is, the rate things are going," she sighed more softly.

"Yes, well...uhn...I think I will go, erm, tell her that then," the situation was making Ciara uncomfortable. She stood and ambled out of the room,

The Welcoming Feast had just finished as two young witches quickly made their way up towards the Hospital Wing.

"Can you believe what happened?" Kaira asked softly.

"Yes. I overheard Dad talking to his Order friends about Jamie doing something like this six years ago. Well, except it was both her and Harry. And after you were sorted, Jamie realized Ciara Malfoy had to be her boyfriend's daughter."

"No way, that must have been one heck of a shock."

"It sure seemed that way. Jamie seemed ready to kill Draco. Although something was off. She told me that Draco told her that they had been dating since their sixth year."

"What's so odd about that?"

"Kaira, Jamie Potter was married to Lucius Malfoy for five months when she was sixteen years old. When he was believed to have died in the final battle, he left everything to her. For the last four years, she has worked in the Ministry doing the job he did. So how could she have been dating Draco since her sixth year, if she was married to his father for five months during her sixth year?"

"You're right, there is something odd going on. But we won't know what until we talk to someone," she replied softly.

"Well, here we are," Bella said as she looked up at the door of the Hospital Wing. Opening the door, they walked in and looked around for someone.

Seeing no one in sight, save for Jamie, who was lying on a hospital bed, the two girls silently made their way over to her. Unbeknownst to the two students, their entry had in fact not gone unnoticed.

"And just where do you girls think you are going?" Poppy asked from behind them.

Spinning around, they looked up at Poppy. "We wanted to see how Jamie was doing," Bella replied.

"Miss Potter is resting quietly and I would like her to remain that way as long as possible," Poppy commented sternly.

"Please let us stay, we won't wake her. We just want to stay with her. Please?" Kaira asked.

"Really, we don't want to cause any trouble, but we really would like to stay with her."

Poppy gave the two first years an appraising look. "Only if you promise me that you will not in any way disturb Miss Potter's rest, you may stay until Professor Malfoy returns."

"We promise," Bella replied.

"Alright then," agreed Poppy, giving each girl a pointed glare before returning to her office.

"That was close," Kaira whispered.

"Really," Bella replied as they sat down.

"So what else do you know about Jamie?" Kaira asked softly.

"Well, actually a lot, yet not. Mostly what I know is from the papers and overhearing my Dad talk with his buddies. Jamie grew up thinking she was Ginny Weasley, until she was fifteen. On Harry Potter's sixteenth birthday, she woke up looking completely different, and discovered that she was in fact Harry's twin sister, who was believed to have died the same night their parents did. In reality, it was Ginny Weasley who had died."

"Oh my gosh, that must have been horrible," Kaira whispered.

"I know. Well, she started her sixth year with her brother, Harry that is, and was resorted into Slytherin. Around Christmas, she disappeared. It was believed Voldemort had her. On New Years, she was rescued and returned to Hogwarts."

"Uh hum," someone cleared their throat behind them and they turned quickly.

"Hi, Professor Malfoy," Kaira said softly.

"Hello, you two. Mind if I ask what you were talking about?" Isáwien asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm, well, umm…" Kaira said, glancing between Isáwien, Bella, and Jamie

"I was telling Kaira about Jamie's past," Bella replied.

"Really, now? How much of that past do you know in fact is not fiction?" Isáwien asked, lowering her eyebrow as she looked between them. "And you shouldn't be talking about her when she is right next to you. It isn't polite."

"It's not fiction, I heard my Dad talking to his friends in the Order," Bella replied.

"Were you supposed to be listening to people in the Order, Isabella? I believe that is something your father would not like to hear about," Isáwien replied with a slight smirk.

"Please don't tell on her. I was only curious about Jamie," Kaira said quickly.

"Relax, Miss Evans, I won't tell on Isabella. I avoid her father as much as he avoids me," Isáwien assured her as she summoned a chair to the other side of Jamie's bed. "Although I do have to ask that you don't talk about Jyn's past around her. Unless she brings it up. And it is something she knows."

"Why?"

"Well, Miss Evans..."

"Kaira."

"All right, Kaira, anyway, I'm sure at least you know, Isabella, and I'm sure you have shared with Kaira, that Jyn has lost her memory due to a rather unfortunate incident this summer."

"We were talking about it during the sorting, the three of us," Kaira replied.

"Well, that's a good thing to hear," Isáwien said with a smile. "About time she was talkative with someone other than me or when she's arguing," she looked over at Jamie and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. "Anyway, most of Jyn's memory is locked in her mind. Bits and pieces are clear, but for the most part, she only knows us because we told her who we are."

"She said something that was odd," Bella began, catching Isáwien's attention.

"What was that?" she asked, turning towards them, worried.

"She figured out that Ciara Malfoy must be Draco Malfoy's daughter. Then she explained that she and he had been dating since their sixth year. But I thought that…" Bella began before Isáwien cut her off.

"I know. And what you thought is true. But my nephew told her one thing, and that is what she believes now. If we were to tell her different, there is no guarantee she would believe us. Besides, it would only confuse her more. And even then, I can't tell her. I've been sworn to silence," she finished as a dark look passed through her eyes for a second, then just as quickly disappeared. "Both of you seem to care for her a great deal. I would love nothing more than to see her make some friends outside the group we have formed over the years. But I have to ask you something. If you do start a friendship with her, you have to watch what you say around Jyn. If you say something that goes against what she has been told, it confuses her easily."

"We saw that today, when I mentioned that we were related," Kaira replied.

"Then you understand that she needs friends now more than ever. I'm going to be going ten different ways as the year progresses, and I won't be able to be here for her as much as I like. I think the only time we will have together uninterrupted will be the time when we work on unlocking her memory. But I'm babbling, aren't I? I do that a lot, so just tell me if I am. Anyway, what was I trying to say? Oh, yes, she is going to need some friends. And I have a feeling the three of you will hit it off wonderfully."

As Jamie slowly started to come around, she could hear voices around her. "Isá?" she asked quietly as she tried to place a name to the voice.

"Oh, good morning, Jyn, well its night, but you know what I mean."

"Where am I? What happened?" Jamie asked in confusion.

"Relax, Jyn. You are in the hospital wing. You passed out. You're fine though. You got into an argument with Des, and your magic got the better of you," Isáwien paused with a slight snort of laughter, "Again, actually," she continued with a smile as she thought back.

"Again?"

"Have to write Albus about it, he'll probably be rolling on the floor laughing. You did something like this about six years ago with Harry, and a couple of times on your own before that. When your emotions become very high, your magic responds. And usually your hand will start glowing. This again was because, about three times six years ago, three different occasions that is, your magic got the better of you and all the glassware around you exploded. The one time with Harry, you two managed to destroy every piece of glass in the Great Hall, windows and all. No one was hurt, of course, and Albus laughed about it for days."

"Oh. You told me I was powerful but I guess I never really believed you…until now that is," Jamie commented. "What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be in your common rooms?" she asked, turning to look at Kaira and Bella.

"We came to see how you were doing," Kaira replied.

"And we convinced Madame Pomfrey to let us stay until Professor Malfoy got here," Bella continued.

"Why would you do that?" Jamie asked curiously.

"Because we're friends," Bella replied.

"Because we're cousins," Kaira said at the same time.

Jamie sat there in silence, not knowing how to react to the girls' statements. She looked to Isáwien for help.

"Well, girls, I think you two had better get back to your dorms. I'll write you passes in case you come across Filch," Isáwien said as she conjured two pieces of paper and a quill, and then wrote their notes. "Here you go then."

"All right, night, Jamie," Bella said as they stood up.

"Night, Bella."

"Goodnight, Jamie. Goodnight, Professor," Kaira continued.

"Night, Kaira."

"Night, girls," Isáwien replied before they left the wing. "So, do you want to get out of here and go somewhere more comfortable?"

"Are you kidding me? I may not remember much about my past, but for some reason this place just…I feel like some really horrible things happened in here," Jamie commented.

"No problem then. To my chambers?"

"Yes, please."

Nodding, Isáwien helped Jamie out of bed, and then the two made their way to her chambers, where they quickly got comfortable in front of the fire. "Sundae?" Isáwien asked with a smile as Naada popped into the room.

"Please, lots of chocolate, if you don't mind," Jamie commented

Naada disappeared then reappeared moments later with two hot fudge sundaes. "Thank you, Naada," Isáwien replied with a smile as she took hers and handed the other to Jamie.

"Thank you," Jamie said as she accepted the sundae. "How long have you known? About Ciara, I mean."

"I only found out when I went to get the Sorting Hat. While I was walking, I was looking at the list and saw her name. When I got to Abby's office, I contacted Draco. The Sorting Hat was willing to wait, actually, I think he quite enjoyed watching me yell at Draco," Isáwien paused as her eyes darkened quickly once more, before disappearing barely a second later.

"I can't believe he never told me. Of course, I guess I really shouldn't be that surprised. I've known for a while that he's been keeping things from me...important things. I get the feeling that there is something in my past that he's desperate for me not to find out. I just can't figure out why he never told me about Ciara. She's his daughter, for God's sake."

"I don't know, Jyn. He never told anyone. She wasn't part of his life before IT did what he did. If she was, I'm sure as hell he would have mentioned her. I don't know what's going on in Draco's mind anymore." /-/The Git/-/

"Draco or Ron?"

"Hmm? Oh, really have to remember to start blocking my thoughts, don't I? Not from you I mean, just period. Since Draco can hear my thoughts as well, at least when he's in the room with me. I have to focus on him to send them over a distance. Anyway, Draco; he's driving me nuts with those blasted missions of his. Cut me off at the end of the conversation saying he had to go, business. Wouldn't even answer all my questions."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me about that. I'm his girlfriend, or so he says, and he treats me the same way if not worse sometimes. You know he won't let me into certain areas of the Manor, but he won't tell me why. I really could throttle him sometimes. He said he'd help me get my memory back, but when he's home, he refuses to answer my questions and then he's back off on some mission or other and has absolutely no communication with me. If you hadn't shown up at the Manor that day, I would probably still be sitting there in that room waiting for him to come back and maybe tell me something about my past," Jamie commented sadly

Isáwien turned towards the fire before Jamie could see the dark flash that she knew would be in her eyes longer than before, one of the side effects from the joining so many years before. When her anger got to her, it showed in her eyes. And she did not need to scare Jamie, or worse, worry her and make her ask questions which Isáwien herself could not answer. Not when her life was now at stake. Well, she would gladly risk her life to tell Jamie her past. But she would not risk his as well. Taking a deep breath she shook her head slightly. "I honestly don't know what to do with that boy. And I would have come to get you sooner, except I knew he was there," she turned towards Jamie with a smile now that her eyes were back to normal.

"I'm just so confused. Draco claims to love me and yet he treats me like a prisoner in his home. And that's another thing, the elves…they come to me for instruction, not Draco. It's almost like they think I'm the one in charge, when it's Draco's house. He told me as much. Even the portraits that I have come into contact with at the Manor seem to believe I am the true Mistress of the Manor, not Draco."

"Which portraits would those be?" Isáwien asked, worried about what Draco might do, and determined to get certain members of her family out before Draco had a chance.

"Well, mostly the one in the Dinning Room…I think he said his name was Mala…Mala…"

"Malachai," Isáwien supplied.

"That's it. He keeps referring to me as the true Mistress and owner of the Manor. Draco doesn't know that we've been chatting every time he leaves on a mission. I don't think he likes Draco very much."

"So you haven't mentioned it to Draco, then?" Isáwien replied with a slight smirk as she set her empty bowl aside, now less worried about her uncle's safety.

"Tell Draco? Are you nuts? If he knew I was talking to the portraits, never mind the house elves, he would flip and probably lock me in our bedroom, or should I say my bedroom since he's never there. The weird thing is though, that if he's the owner of the Manor, seeing as his father is dead, would it not make sense that he would sleep in the Master Bedroom?"

/-/So you're keeping her out of the Master Bedroom, Draco. Both brilliant and stupid,/-/ Isáwien thought, making sure to block Jamie as she focused on her nephew. Give him something to worry over for a while. Fighting a smile she put up a mental block against Draco, and turned her attention back to Jamie. "It is strange, though it might remind him of his father. They never did get along."

"But if it reminds him of his father, why not just redecorate it? But I get the feeling that there is more to it than just the décor, Isá. It's as if he doesn't want me in that room for some reason, I just don't know what it could be. He says he loves me, but even when we are together, I feel like there is something missing, a part of me is missing. Which makes me wonder about something that happened during my sorting," Jamie mused.

"That was an interesting event. The only one longer then yours was Desi's. So what did you and the hat talk about for so long?" Isáwien asked with a smile.

"Well, it started off by telling me that this sorting would be easier than my last two. It told me that it placed me in Gryffindor originally because everyone believed me to be a Weasley, myself included, and that was what was expected. Even though I truly belonged to Gryffindor it placed me in Slytherin in my sixth year because I had a desire to see someone punished as well as other Slytherin traits. He then said something was interesting and when I demanded to know what the devil he was talking about he said that I had just proved what he had found. That I had picked up quite a few of my lover's tendencies over the years since he had last seen me. I tried telling him that I am nothing like Draco and he said that he never said that I was. I tried to question him further about his comment about my tendencies and Draco and that's when you broke through and the hat finally sorted me. Isá, from what Draco and everyone's told me, I've only ever had one lover and that's Draco, but the hat seemed to imply that there had been one other; one that I seem to be taking on the tendencies of. If it's not Draco, then how is that possible? Was there someone else? Someone who isn't Draco?"

Isáwien looked around the room for some sort of escape with her eyes. "Umm, it's getting kind of late, Jyn..." she began hesitantly.

"Why won't you answer me, Isá? And don't give me 'it's getting late'," Jamie said, her voice conveying her annoyance. "I have a right to know about my past. Why does everyone refuse to answer questions about what happened to me six years ago during my sixth year?"

"Jyn, I'd tell you if I could. Honestly," Isáwien replied softly. "But I can't."

"You know I'm getting really tired of hearing that," Jamie growled in frustration. "That's all I ever hear from anybody. Why can't you tell me?"

"I just can't," Isáwien whispered as she stood up and walked across the room.

"Why not? Isá, there has to be a reason why you can't tell me. Is it because you can't or you won't?" Jamie demanded; her voice laced with hurt at her friend's refusal.

"I can't!" Isáwien said, turning towards her. "Gods, Jyn, I'd tell you if I could. If it were just me, I would tell you. But I can't."

"Do you even have any idea of what I'm going through? I have a huge portion of my life missing and nobody; nobody will tell me anything about it beyond being Harry's twin and Draco's girlfriend, which for some reason just seems wrong to me. My Gods, Isá, Bella and Kaira know more about me than I do! Do you have any idea how demoralizing that is? To have an eleven year old know more about you than you do yourself. I just want to know who I am and to do that I need to know what happened six years ago! I don't feel whole and I don't know why and nobody is telling me anything!" Jamie cried.

"I can't tell you. But I can show you," Isáwien said softly.

"What do you mean, you can 'show' me?" Jamie demanded, still hurt that her friend refused to answer her questions.

"Jyn, you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone I did this," Isáwien pleaded. "Say you found these on your own in the library. Make up something. Please."

"Alright."

Nodding softly, Isáwien turned and walked over to her desk. Unlocking a drawer, she took out a case and walked back to Jamie. "Everything is in here, everything from your sixth year. The newspaper articles, letters, some pictures. Not everything in the articles is true. I can tell you which parts aren't," she paused to smirk. "I won't be telling you what happened; I'll be telling you what didn't. Can't be used against me," she trailed off as her smirk faded.

Jamie took the case and sat down on the couch by the fire. She opened it slowly and started to look through the various things it contained, while Isáwien watched her closely. Jamie flipped through the various articles from the Prophet, giving each a cursory glance, figuring she could come back to them later. As she continued to look through the case, she came to a stack of Wizarding photographs. She flipped through those, until one in particular caught her eye. It was a picture of her and an older man. A man that looked an awful lot like Draco, only older and with blonde hair that came to midway down his back. She pulled it out of the case to examine it further, catching Isáwien's attention.

"Jyn?" Isáwien asked softly

"Who's…" Jamie's question trailed off as an image flashed before her eyes, causing her gaze to go vacant for a few moments.

"Bloody hell, I hope this is a good thing," Isáwien whispered to herself as she waited for Jamie to come back.

"What the hell…" Jamie's voice trailed off as she was suddenly released from the images flooding her mind.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't…I don't know," Jamie replied in mild confusion. "One minute I'm looking at this picture and the next…I was in a room, with him," she said, indicating the man in the photo. "We were…we were kissing and…and we seemed happy and the next thing I know he's…we're…we're in bed together. He called me his darling wife…but for the life of me, I don't know who he is. The strange thing is though, that when the images flashed in my mind, I felt whole again."

"Jyn..." Isáwien began as she looked around the room. "Oh Gods, if only I could tell you, it would make this so much easier," she trailed off as she thought. "I know. Let me see the papers. And first, remember that most of what is said isn't true."

Jamie did as Isáwien asked and handed her the articles that had been taken from the Daily Prophet. "Isá, what's going on? Why can't you tell me? It's obvious that this man means a great deal to me, especially since I apparently married him. And I don't think my mind would make something like that up, especially given the images I saw from what I would gather was our wedding day."

"Your mind didn't make them up. And I'd tell you everything. Except for the fact that it's a slight matter of life and death," Isáwien explained softly as she flipped through the articles. "Here it is. You want to read this part," she continued, pointing to the section. "Ignore the rest. The woman was a bitter pain in the arse and while some of it is true, she made it out wrong."

I have learned another interesting piece of information, which makes me question Miss Potter's willingness in all that transpired a few weeks ago. Lucius Malfoy, well known philanthropist, high ranking Ministry official and Death Eater, has left his entire fortune, including all properties, titles and rights to Miss Potter, his wife. Yes, dear readers, you read that right, his wife. I had a hard time believing this fact for myself so I contacted someone within the Ministry's Hall of Records. I have seen for myself the papers confirming Mr. Malfoy's divorce from former wife Narcissa Black and his marriage to one Miss Jamie-Lynn Potter on New Year's Day.

"Oh Gods…Lucius Malfoy?" Jamie asked a slight hint of panic in her voice as the article slipped from her fingers. "I'm married to Draco's father? But how? Why? Isá, I don't understand…Draco told me that we have been together ever since our sixth year and if this article is from my sixth year, as you say, then how could I be married to Draco's father?"

"Calm down, Jyn. Please calm down. Okay, umm, how to do the next part? Blast my not being able to tell you. Why couldn't it be only my life at stake? How to do this…how to do this... Articles won't help now. If only you could see what I knew. Then I wouldn't be telling you. Damn, how the hell are we going to do this?"

"Isá…this is just…I can't believe…I mean…Lucius Malfoy?"

"Jyn, calm down," Isáwien said as she leaned over and placed a hand on Jamie's arm. "My brother isn't as horrible as the world thinks he is. And my nephew isn't as honest as he has said he is."

"Why would Draco lie to me about this? Why would he keep something as important as my marriage from me? Why would anybody? Don't they think I have a right to know? It's not my fault that I lost my memory, so why is everyone keeping things from me?" Jamie finished sadly, tears starting to fill her eyes.

"Jyn, when you first woke up, we couldn't contradict anything you had been told. It would have confused you and made the counter-charm backfire. It doesn't make sense, I know. And I hated it. I don't know about the others, but what I do know is that two of us are in the same position. Myself and one other; we can't tell you, lives depend on it. And it wasn't our choice. And I have a feeling that the others are probably in the same position. I'm sorry, Jyn. If it was just my life at stake, I would have said screw it and told you everything. But the other person who is also at stake, I can't let him die as well. People need him. You need him."

"It's my father, isn't it? The other person, don't ask me how I know, but I do," Jamie said as she rose from the couch. "I think I should probably head back to the dorms. I need some time to think about this. When and where?"

"When and where what?" Isáwien asked, confused for a moment

"Come on, Isá, my memory isn't that bad. You can't tell me I haven't earned a detention for blowing up the Great Hall. Albus isn't here to protect me, so when and where?"

"Oh, sorry, it had slipped my mind; tomorrow night, eight o'clock in the Transfiguration room."

Jamie nodded in understanding. She collected up the contents of the case and went to hand them back, but Isáwien indicated she should keep them. "Good night, Isá. I'll see you in class tomorrow…and thanks."

"You're welcome, Jyn, and goodnight."

And with that Jamie turned from her friend and slowly made her way back down to the dungeons from Isáwien's rooms in the South Tower.

After Jamie was gone, Isáwien stood up and walked over to her desk, opening the locked drawer once more to pull out another picture. "Where are you, Lucius?" she asked softly as she looked at the people in the picture. She had not been able to part with this one. It was the only one of the four of them together, taken only a week before the final battle. She was standing in front of Tom, who had his arms around her waist to hold her in place as she had been trying to escape. Lucius was sitting against the tree, his head next to her hip. Jamie sat in front of him, leaning against him, as the two women smirked at each other. They had been talking mentally, making plans on how to get away from their husbands long enough to hide. They had, and Lucius and Tom had looked for them for hours. They were always on the move so they could not find them in the gardens. Which, looking back, is probably why Lucius and Tom both used other methods of getting them that last time.

Shaking her head softly, she put the picture back just as both Tom and Lucius looked up and at her. They alone had been the ones to see Naada with the camera. Closing the drawer, she locked it, and walked back to the couch and sat down; moments later Shields leapt up and laid his head on her lap as she stretched her legs out along his side. Leaning back, she idly ran her fingers through the fur on his head and stared at the flames as they danced in the fireplace.

POP

"IS!"

Sitting up in shock as she heard the familiar sound of someone apparating, she turned in even more shock when she heard her name. "How the hell did you do that?"

Smirking at her, he raised one eyebrow. "What, did you think you and Jamie were the only ones who could apparate into Hogwarts?"

"No," she replied as she stood up. "I know for a fact that it isn't just Jamie and I. Your father and Tom can as well. Now, how the hell did you just apparate into my chambers, and what the devil do you want, Draco?"

"First, Albus gave us these lovely little bracelets that let us apparate anywhere, no matter what guards are around the place," Draco said, holding up his wrist. "Second, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!" he yelled as he stalked over to her.

"What was what about?" she asked with a smirk as Shields got up and walked over to join her.

"I got your little message," Draco sneered slightly. "What was it about? What have you been telling her?" he demanded.

"Don't go making demands of me, Draco. I don't have to answer you," Isáwien replied as she narrowed her eyes.

"You'd better answer me, Is," he growled, "Especially since you took the time to send that message. So what have you been telling Jamie?"

"None of your damn business, Draco," Isáwien hissed

"Don't pull that with me, Is," Draco hissed right back as he grabbed her arm. "WHAT did you tell her?"

"Nothing, I'm not stupid enough to tell her anything," she replied as her eyes darkened and she pulled her arm out of his grip. "Get out, Draco," she continued icily as she walked across the room.

"Damn you, Isáwien!" Draco yelled as she reached the door to her room.

Just as she started to turn, she heard a whistling next to her ear and stopped dead in her tracks. Turning slowly, she stared in shock at the familiar sword that now was embedded in her door where her head would have been had she never stopped to talk to him in the first place, if she had just continued walking into her bedroom. Reaching up tentatively, she ran her fingers along the handle as the dragon's head turned towards her, his emerald eyes looking at her closely.

"Is, call off your tiger!" Draco called from across the room, a hint of panic in his voice.

Ignoring him, she continued to look at the sword that had been her grandfather's. And quite possibly in the family before that, though her uncle had said Draconis had received the sword as a gift from someone. It had been passed to Lucius after their father's death, and had been on him until the final battle. When she had returned to England the past summer, she had been shocked to see Draco carrying it. But immediately she knew it had not responded to him as the Master of the Malfoy family. That alone assured her that Lucius still lived. But now it was looking at her.

/-/After nearly killing you,/-/ she reminded herself.

/-/I could never kill you, Mistress./-/

/-/Bloody hell, you can talk./-/

/-/Of course, I can do quite a lot more than that,/-/ the dragon replied rather indignantly.

/-/Sorry, it's just that no one talks about you, so I didn't know. Why are you talking to me, I thought you were only supposed to show yourself for the head of the family, your master?/-/

/-/Well that is true, but you are quite close to my master, and you do seem to need my protection from the master's child./-/

/-/It's not my fault he threw you at me./-/

/-/No, but that doesn't change the fact that he did throw me at you. And he did almost hit you. That would not have been a good thing for the master to have learned when he returned./-/

/-/What?/-/ she asked in shock.

"IS!" Draco yelled and she turned towards him, frustrated.

"What the devil is the matter with you?" she asked before raising one eyebrow and smirking at the sight before her. Draco was currently pinned against her desk. Actually he was standing on her desk, while Shields was standing with his paws on the desk for support and was about ready to bite the wand Draco pointed at him. Her tiger was pissed. Not that she could blame him.

"Get this bloody animal away from me," Draco cried as he looked around for something to help him.

"Shields, let him down," she called while rolling her eyes as she reached up and pulled the sword out of her door. Turning it in her hand she held the handle lightly with the point down as she walked over to Draco while he climbed down. "Lose something?" she asked as she glared at him.

"Give it back," he replied as he held out his hand.

"Balthazar doesn't belong to you, Draco. Just as you don't have the right to deny Jamie the right to her past. And next time you throw a sword at my head, you sure as hell better not miss, because I will not be so calm about it."

"Don't tell me what belongs to me and what doesn't, Is. Balthazar is mine, Father is dead. Get used to it. And I can tell Jamie whatever I want. Now give me the sword. And while you are at it, tell me what you told her so I can leave and go back to the mission."

"No."

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, incredulous.

"Don't be so shocked, Dra, I've never followed the path and you know it. No, I am not giving you the sword. For your information, it wouldn't even go to you if Lucius was dead. Balthazar would go to me as the eldest Malfoy. Second, I already told you, I didn't tell her anything," Isáwien replied evenly.

Narrowing his eyes Draco grabbed her arm and twisted her around so that the hand holding the sword was now against her own chest, the tip of the sword against her throat. Her left arm was behind her back, pinned between her and him as he held her around her waist. "Don't even try anything, Shields," Draco said, glancing at the tiger that was growling at him, but did not take a step towards them. "Is, let the sword go," he growled in her ear.

"I already told you I wouldn't, Draco, so what was the point of this?" she replied, pursing her lips together.

"Damn it, woman, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but considering that anything I say nowadays can result in my death, why don't you just kill me now and make things easier for me? Although, I doubt you want to do that," she continued with a smirk.

"Besides the fact that I don't want to kill you, which I doubt is the reason why you are smirking, why is that?"

"Easy, the moment you made your threat, I performed a spell. You play dirty by threatening to tell the Parkinsons about Severus and I if I tell Jyn anything about her past, I'll play dirty right back. Basically, if I die, any way at all, then my journal will be sent to Jyn. No matter where she is. And there is nothing you can do to stop it. She will be able to read everything about her past, at least everything I know. She'll know that she was the Dark Princess, and that she was married to your father. And even if you try to convince her that I was lying, who will she believe? The best friend who has been trying to help her, and has proof, or the boyfriend who has done nothing to help her remember her past?"

"Damn it, Is," Draco growled as he tightened his grip on her waist and arm. "Do you have any idea what you are doing?"

"I know full well what I'm doing. I'm trying to help my best friend regain her memories so she won't feel like she is incomplete."

"And do you know what she will do with those memories?" he hissed.

"She'll be happy."

"No, she'll know that she loved my idiot father."

"Your father was not an idiot," Isáwien growled.

"Fine, he may have convinced you differently, but I know what he was, Is. And he was a monster. He didn't deserve her."

"Neither do you, the way you are treating her."

"I love her."

"You don't act like it."

"Look who's giving me a lecture. You left Severus, your true love and lifebond, to marry Voldemort."

"Those were different circumstances, Draco. And Severus has forgiven me. You obviously haven't forgiven Jyn."

"Don't tell me about my feelings!" Draco yelled as his temper flared and he turned her around quickly then threw her up against the wall, before the tip of the sword found its way back to her throat, still in her own hand, her wrist still held by his hand as his other hand pinned her left arm against the wall as well.

Breathing slowly, Isáwien looked at him as she saw Shields move out of the corner of her eye. "Shields, stay out of this," she called before seeing the tiger come back and look at her before lying down and growling once to remind Draco he was still there. Turning back to Draco, she raised one eyebrow. "So, is this what you have learned over the past six years working for Albus? How to fight; be a man," she mocked slightly, watching as his eyes flashed the colour of molten silver. "I know one thing you've learned, how not to control your temper."

"Once again, look who's talking," Draco replied, matching her tone. "Last time I saw you, before you were screaming your fool head off, you weren't exactly controlling your temper when you were telling Weasley what you intended to do to him. And from the way Severus looked when he carried you down to the main floor, you sure as hell didn't control your temper when you went after him. Was surprised you didn't kill him actually."

Smirking slightly, she sniffed humourlessly. "I had a perfectly good reason for screaming, Draco; if you had taken the time to do your research, you would know that. And if I had been able to do to Weasley what I had planned, Jyn wouldn't be in the position she is today. As for Severus, I couldn't kill him. If he dies, I die. We're linked. My life depends on his. Just as Shields depends on me to live. On the other hand, I'm surprised Severus didn't just kill me then. He could have lived a nice happy life without me. As I'm sure you have told him. Actually, I know you haven't. You just go around using us to achieve your own ends. Tell me this, Draco, how many people have you threatened to stay silent? Is it just Severus and I you have used the Parkinsons against? Or did you use that same threat against Hermione and Harry? Or Albus? What about Sirius, Remus, Blaise? Is it so important to you that Jyn doesn't remember her sixth year that you would threaten everyone she cares about with the knowledge that if they told her, it would be their fault that her father died? Although I am curious as to when you found out that I was lying all those years ago when we said they wouldn't kill Severus. Of course, not even he knows that, so he couldn't have been the one to tell you. I've kept that from him for thirteen years. I knew he didn't need to worry about his own life when he was always worrying about mine in regards to them. So how did you find out?" she glared at him for a second. "You know, I really don't need to know. What I really want to know is why you are doing this to Jyn? Tell me that, Draco, why are you denying the woman you love, your soul mate," she said sarcastically, "the one thing she wants more than anything else. All she wants is her past. So why the hell are you keeping it from her?"

"Don't try to understand me, Is, because you can't. You're the Dark Queen, even now I see her in your eyes. You haven't denied it once over the past six years. So you can't understand why I'm doing this. As for why? Because she is my soul mate. Lucius didn't deserve her. He ruined her. Now she is the innocent woman that she was before he got to her and destroyed her, turning her into the Dark Princess, just as Voldemort turned you into his Dark Queen," he looked at her with hatred in his eyes as he said the title that had been hers. "I won't let you take Jamie back. I won't let the Death Eaters have her again. I can't rescue you from the evil within you, but I'm not letting them or you take her again. She deserves better."

"Contrary to what you believe, the Dark Queen and Princess are not other people that reside within us. They are us. You can't change that, Draco," Isáwien replied evenly. "Everyone has a dark side, everyone has a light side. You can't bury Jyn's dark side just because she doesn't remember. And as for what she deserves, she deserves to be given the chance to choose."

"Based on information you give her? I don't think so, Is. We can't be sure you're doing this entirely for her and not for Voldemort. You may have convinced Albus, and you may have convinced Severus, Sirius, and Remus. But I'm not as gullible. I grew up with Lucius, remember. I'm not the only one who has doubted you over the years, so don't think I'm just being stupid. There was never a spell, you know it, I know it, and Jamie knew it. She told me almost every fight we had, when she would threaten to gather the Death Eaters and use them against the Order, against me. I'm not sixteen anymore, Is, I know better now."

"You are so sure I'm going to reclaim my place as the Dark Queen. Well, let me tell you something, Draco Malfoy. I only took my place by Tom's side because of him. Without him, I DON'T WANT IT. As much as you find this impossible to believe, Jyn loved Lucius, he loved her. And I did love Tom, not as I love Severus, but it was love just the same. We were happy, until you and the rest of your group of brats had to storm in and destroy it all."

"Is," Draco began, stopping her from continuing whatever she had been intent on saying. "Shut up. If it were anyone other than you, they would have been dead before I ever got to throwing them against the wall. I am not in a good mood. I'm exhausted, I'm frustrated, and your little thought message pulled me out of the first amount of sleep I have had in four days," he growled

"Well then, let go of my wrist so I can get this sword away from my throat," she replied "Then we will see if we can have a more civilized discussion."

"Damn it, Is what part of 'drop the sword and tell me what you told her' do you not understand?"

"What part of 'I never said anything' do you not understand?"

"You had to have said something."

"No, I didn't. Draco, everyone in this school knows who she is. For Merlin's sake, they grew up with the stories about Tom's defeat. I never had to say a word for her to ask questions. As it is, she mentioned your bedroom issue when we were talking about YOUR DAUGHTER."

"She knows about Ciara?" he asked as his eyes widened.

"No, she just heard the name Malfoy and assumed I had twins fourteen years ago when I lost my son, and for some reason Ciara started her first year three years late," Isáwien replied sarcastically.

"Now is not the time, Is," Draco glared.

"Get this sword away from my throat or I might just say enough is enough, give Shields the go ahead, and put this sword through my throat. By the time Shields dies, you'll be too injured to interfere with Jamie. That's if you could even get into the Common Room. And she will have the journal. So are you going to do it my way, or do I just end my life now?"

"You are suicidal," Draco said in shock

"You are just now realizing that," she replied with a smirk.

Draco stepped back, but not before he twisted her wrist backwards so she had no choice but to let go of the sword. He bent down and picked it up as she rubbed her now sore wrist and glared at him.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I'm not letting a suicidal woman hold a sword," he growled. "I didn't want to have to do that to your wrist in the first place, so I didn't."

"So you held the sword to my throat instead. Real brilliant, Draco," she rolled her eyes. "And if I were you, I'd put the sword down."

"Why is that?" he asked raising one eyebrow.

"Because Balthazar is about to bite you," Isáwien replied as she walked over to the couch, reaching up to her neck to wipe away the trickle of blood.

"What?" he asked, looking at her as if she had lost it. "A sword can't bite me."

"It can if it's in our family. Don't forget, we aren't normal, Draco," Isáwien reminded him.

"What in the name of Hecate are you going on abOW!" Draco yelled as he dropped the sword.

Isáwien smirked as Draco looked down at the floor, only to find the sword not there, and then he looked up at her, then stopped in shock when he found what he thought was the sword flying at his eye level eyeing him as a small red tongue flashed out and licked its lips.

"What the devil?" he asked in shock.

"Draco, didn't you ever listen to anything you were taught as the Malfoy heir? Honestly. It's okay, Balthazar, thank you for getting back at him for forcing you to draw my blood," she purred.

Draco stared at the sword in ever growing shock as what had once been the handle bent first left, then right as several pops and cracks were heard, then it stretched out and retracted to look like a neck of a dragon before it turned and flew across the room to Isáwien and landed on her shoulder.

"You mean it's true. The sword really is a dragon," he said in shock.

"Well, unless my imaginary friend just bit you, I would have to say yes. Don't you agree, Shields?" Isáwien asked, glancing down as the tiger stood up and stretched lazily.

"But how is it possible, I know that the blade is a real blade. I've used the sword. It's...How..."

"Merlin, Draco, you really should have paid more attention," Isáwien sighed. "Balthazar is a dragon, and a sword. His tail and lower body are made from a blade, while his upper body is made from ivory. He's a magical sword, you nitwit," she continued, shaking her head. "Sad, isn't it, Balthazar? The Malfoy Heir doesn't even know about you," she continued as she reached up and pet the dragon along his back

"All right, quit poking fun at what I learned. There was a lot to learn, I couldn't be expected to remember everything," Draco grumbled.

"Why not, we did. I did it all in nine years, Draco, you had sixteen. Explain to me how you couldn't learn everything in twice the amount of time. No, don't. Just leave, Draco. I'm not in a good mood. You just made it worse with the last hour. As it is, I have to go see those damn Medi–wizards again in a few days for my 'check-up'. Blast Albus and his negotiations. So just leave, now."

"My sword?" Draco said, raising one eyebrow.

"I highly doubt you want Balthazar to go with you, he might kill you in your sleep," she replied.

"You're joking."

"Do I joke about my suicide attempts? What makes you think I ever joke about death?" she replied evenly as she raised one eyebrow.

"Fine, keep the damn sword. And this never happened."

"Of course not, see you when all of you return from the mission."

"See you then," he replied with a slight smirk before apparating out of the room.

"Stupid idiotic imbecile of a nephew. Gods, how much longer can I continue to act like I don't want to throttle him whenever we are in the same room?" Isáwien muttered as she turned and walked over to her desk. Summoning her wand, she quickly fixed the mess he had made. Next she walked over to her bedroom and fixed the hole in the door before walking inside to see how bad she looked.

/-/Well, I suppose it could be worse,/-/ she mused as she looked at the nick on her throat. "Stupid grandfather and his spells, no offence, Balthazar, but it would be so much easier if I could take care of this with magic, instead of you having that magic resistant spell on your blade. Oh well, looks like I'll just have to use a glamour. I hope this has healed before Severus and Albus get back, though." Shaking her head, she summoned a container of salve and put some on the wound before applying the glamour, then easily healed the bruises on her wrist.

Shaking her head softly, she walked back out to the front room and sat down on the couch, once more resuming the position she had been in before Draco had arrived, though this time she had the dragon resting on the top of the couch near her head, with his tail pointing away from her.

"So what do we do now, Shields? Desi was already beyond angry at me. Now I doubt she will talk to me. Jyn is lost, and none of us can help her, thanks to Draco. Draco is being an idiot. Seems like it's going to be a pretty interesting year, doesn't it, baby," she mused as they watched the fire once more.