Chapter 5

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Hours later the car finally stopped and Julian was gently shaken awake by Richards wrinkled hand, a hand that hadn't been so wrinkled six years prior.

"We are home young sir," He said in response as to why he was waking the boy.

Julian nodded and quickly righted himself, tugging at the soft, knee length dear skin skirt he wore in coordination with a beautiful cream blouse, matching three inch peep toed pumps and pearl earrings setting off the outfit beautifully.

The only piece that didn't really match was the black choker with the black silver wrapped Onyx, which was now six smaller silver wrapped onyxes, all connected with delicate silver chains, instead of one. The smaller onyx ovals to symbolize they years of attendance at Holly Oak, and the looped chain to show they he'd graduated. But whether it was the wrong thing to wear with this outfit, or any outfit for that matter, Julian didn't really care. He thought it gave the outfit character.

No one but the staff was there to greet him, Richard commenting on his mothers extended stay in Paris being the reason. But Julian just smiled and thank everyone, stating that he was very pleased to be home as he directed his things to be taken to his room and for tea to be served in the parlor.

Being Sixteen and now one of the two heirs legally in charge of the estate and it's financial holdings, Julian's first order of business was to go to Gringotts, but he would do that tomorrow, today he would simply relax and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the manor.

The next morning it dawned on Julian that someone was missing from his welcome gathering yesterday, and was now missing from his room now. Snapping his fingers, he summoned one of the house elves and politely asked where Bethie was, to which the little shaking creature replied that she had been fired years ago.

Julian felt like screaming and destroying things, but rather than get angry at the small being in front of him he simply thanked it and set about getting dressed.

He laughed at the pink lacey underwear set he pulled out of his top drawer like he always did. Jack had really pulled a fast one on him when she'd given them to him for Christmas.

It had been Christmas of their fourth year and to be honest, her giggles when she handed him the present at breakfast should have given him a clue not to open the gift, but seeing as it was from his prince, he graciously opened it, but when they first words out of his mouth where a very loud, very shocked, 'You got me underwear!', he really wished he'd have waited.

Luckily the underwear was from mail order from a specialty store that carried novelty wizard toys and apparel for the bedroom, so the panties magically hid certain male parts when wore while the bra magically enhanced what would be there if there wearer were actually female.

It was a great gift that he had gotten many other colors for over the next two years, and planned to continue getting.

After sliding on the underwear, Julian pulled on a tight pair of silk looking spandex-like pants and a light blue sleeveless, deep v-necked shirt that went to his hip and had panels of fabric that fell from hip to ankle. The bottom was very Chinese in design, Jack's mother having bought it in hops that Jack would wear it due to the fact that pants could be worn with it, But Jack still deemed it to girly, so it was passed to Julian.

The young cross dresser added lace up arm bracers and figured he would style his hair properly after his meeting at Gringotts, which he was about to be late for.

Promising himself he would do his make-up later, Julian grabbed a large over robe that he would banish home later, his purse, he rushed down to the floo room and tossed a handful of green sand into the flames calling out his destination clearly as he entered said flames.

The meeting went well, the goblins taking a drop of blood to confirm he was indeed who he claimed to be before turning the drop of blood into a key that would access seven of the eight family vaults, one his personal vault and the other six belonging to the Malfoy family, asking that he please send his brother into do the same.

Julian thanked the helpful creatures and asked that his mothers key please be terminated and that any and all of her direct access stamps as well as her credit limits in the Malfoy family name be terminated immediately.

The goblin nodded and asked if he would like all of her loans and previously spent credits to be assigned to her personal account as well, to which he nodded once the grayish thing hesitated in showing him the amount, not actually brave enough to say it aloud.

That done and nothing else business wise that couldn't be done via owl, Julian made his way to bathroom and banished the unflattering robes that, while making him look like a him again, didn't feel quite right anymore. He also canceled the transfiguration he'd done on his spaghetti strap stilettos and did his hair in two beautiful buns on either side of his head that he covered in black bun covers, leaving the rest of his hair to fall from the bun covers like pig tails.

Next he did his make-up, a skill that had taken several years and a lot of different witches to teach him. But finally he'd got it and could now apply liquid eyeliner in a moving carriage as if he were born doing it.

"Beautiful!" The mirror cried once he'd finished and put everything back in the depths of his purse. "Thank you." He replied, winking at the mirror, who giggled, before he left and went shopping for the day.

Once he returned home he was surprised to hear both male and female voices screaming at one another each trying to be louder than the other.

Following the heated shouting match to the entrance way, Julian was shocked to find two very angry blondes, one male, one female, screaming at one another while various other people stood around and glared at one another.

"…Can't believe you would cancel the credit limit that YOU gave me!" The male screamed, swiftly followed by the female's loud. "Me? You did it you little twit, as well as canceling everything else of mine! What you think just because you are the legal heir now that your poor mother doesn't deserve a knut?"

The male shouted back that he hadn't done anything, that he'd been kicked out of his hotel and had to come home because it seemed his given stamp was worthless, to which the female replied that she hadn't done it.

"Well if you didn't do it Mother, who the hell did?" The male shouted back, the volume of his voice sending the woman back a step.

"That would be me." Julian said, finally making his presence known as he moved further into the large hall way, his heals making a slow and deliberate clicking noise against the marble floor.

"And just who are you?" Both blondes replied, each looking at the other because of the unintentional act, before they both looked back at the virtual stranger before them.

"I'm surprised you don't remember your own child, Narsissa." Julian replied, smiling over at the butler who came to take his bags from him.

"Thank you Nathan." He said, motioning to the rest of his purchases that were still in the floo room.

"Ludicrous!" Narsissa shouted, scowling at the person before her.

"Don't Lie!" Draco shouted at the same time, his voice eclipsing his mothers, in volume and emotion that he quickly reigned in. "My brother died while away at school."

Julian blinked at stared at the two blondes before him.

"I died?" He asked slowly, shifting his gaze from his brother to his mother. "I died?" He asked again.

To her credit, Narsissa did have the consideration to look away from the shocked and angry look being sent her way.

"I. Died?" Julian shouted, at the woman who finally turned a glare of her own at the boy.

"Well that's what I heard!" She lied quickly, all of her acting skills being put to the test as she burst into fake sobs and covered her face with her hands, he friends immediately crowding around her and cooing at her to calm her down.

"Oh please…" Julian mumbled in disgust, having lived amongst nothing but women for the last six year to know real tears from fake ones.

Draco on the other had didn't yell or cry or do anything really. He just stared at the small being before him claiming to be his brother. She did resemble his brother, the eyes and hair was the same, but anyone could have magically changed themselves to look like that. He was pulled out of his perusal of the female's very nice body, which was defiantly not male, when the girl began talking again.

"God, would you stop those crocodile tears?" He asked, and when the blonde woman only sobbed louder about how her dead child was back from the dead, the boy rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs to his left.

Draco quickly told his friends that he would call them later and after he'd sorted everything out they'd do something together, before he followed the interesting person up the stairs, his mother being lead into the parlor by her french whispering gaggle.

By the time he reached he brother's old room, which is where he figured the person was staying as they were claiming to be who they were, the door was closed and upon inspection, he found hi locked as well. So being the polite person he was, he knocked. And knocked. And knocked. Until he finally yelled though the door that he wanted to talk, then he yelled that if he wasn't let into a room of his own house he would break the door down, and when he heard light laughter at that, but still wasn't let in, he began 'knocking' again and didn't stop until his hands hurt, which he promptly began to whine about, and then and only after the whining, is when the door opened.

"You are so annoying." Julian said with a roll of his eyes as he sauntered back into his room and sat back down on his bed. "I don't remember you being that annoying."

Draco entered and quietly shut the door after him, turning back to stare at the blonde haired girl on the white and gold colored bed.

"Well don't just stand there, you're making me nervous. Sit somewhere." The girl commanded and despite his irritating at being told what to do, he immediately looked for a place to sit.

"There isn't anywhere." Draco replied, noting that all of the available chairs were covered and surrounded by tons of bags.

"There's the floor." Julian replied, looking up at the white and black blur of his brother over the top of his glasses.

"Malfoy's do not sit on floors!" Draco replied, offended at the mere thought of sitting of sitting on a floor, let alone the suggestion that he actually do it.

"Goodness, when did you become such a priss?" Julian asked, pushing his glasses up to look around the room. "There are to perfectly good chairs over there, I'm sure if you try you can lift the bags off of them and either leave them there and sit or move them, or do Malfoy's not lift their fingers to do anything either? Did I miss that one in the rule book?"

The short haired blonde scowled and stormed over to on of the chairs, tipping it forwards, so that all of the bags crashed to the floor, and brought the chair over so that he could see the person on the bed.

"Happy?" He asked, sitting on the uncomfortable chair with a glare.

"Thrilled." Julian drawled, glancing over at the bags that were now seeping various colors of ink all over the carpet.

"Now tell me, why do you claim that you're my brother?" Draco asked, pushing aside the heart wrenching pain at the mere mention of his brother.

"Why do you claim I'm not?" Julian replied, pulling one knee up to his chest to rest his head on it.

"Other than the fact that he…died. You are quite obviously female and while Julian my have been many things, a girl he wasn't." Draco said, looking very pointedly at the 'girls' breast.

"They aren't real." Julian replied, sitting up as he began to undo the buttons that held his shirt closed.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked watching the girl undress which was doing so wild things to his body.

"Showing you." Julian replied, being more focused on his shirt than he was on his brother, so he didn't notice the reaction.

Once he'd gotten the shirt off he slid his hands behind his back and undid the bra hooks, the breast immediately disappearing.

"See?" He said, once more looking male. "The aren't real. It's a complex glamour spell. They look real and feel real and I'm sure they smell real too, although I never asked anyone if I could smell their breast to find out…"

Draco reached out and took the bra, that was held out to him for inspection, laughing at the boy's joke.

"And, the other part?" He asked, glancing his eyes down quickly, then back up.

Julian actually blushed at that and pulled his shirt back up to cover himself, feeling oddly exposed in front of his brother.

"Same thing," He replied softly, taking his bra back. "Only instead of adding, it subtracts."

Both boys sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts before Draco stood, took two steps, and pulled the other boy into his arms.

Julian blinked at the sudden action, but wrapped his own arms around his brothers' larger, more solid frame and hugged back.

"I didn't know what to do with myself when mother's owl arrived two months into school. I felt like I couldn't breathe and that my world would never stop spinning before my eyes. I honestly think I slept for a week, didn't eat for two, and lost my will to live for years." The larger blonde whispered into the white hair beneath his lips, as if anything louder than a whisper would make him wake up from this dream he was sure he was having.

"I guess I never bothered to question it, but then, what eleven year old would? But now you back and I don't know why, but all I can ask, is that even if you really aren't my brother, even if you are lying though you teeth and plan on stealing up blind, please don't get my hopes up only to leave me. I couldn't handle it. My soul couldn't handle it. I honestly don't think it survived the first time." He continued to whisper, his arms tightening.

"I'm not going anywhere." Julian replied, pulling his brother to sit on the bed so that they were both more comfortable. "Did you never get my letters? I wrote you everyday, I never stopped."

Draco just shook his head and listened as the small blonde in his arms began to tell the highly edited version of his school life.

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After that day both boys began to get to know one another again. Draco would sit and listen to Julian play the piano or harp or any other instrument he felt like playing that day. And Julian would watch as her brother would play quiditch.

They played chess together at night and before bed they would sit together and read, sometimes from the same book, but most times not. Draco reading books on quiditch strategy and Julian preferring a large variety of different topics.

Draco talked endlessly about things he'd done at school all ranging from the wonderfully perfect potion he'd done in his first year, to pranks he'd played on other houses, all of which Julian would smile and laugh, sometimes adding in a clap or two for good measure, while he continued to do this activity or that. Draco usually telling the more outlandish stories to get his brothers attention which he seemed to be craving more and more as the summer went on.

But soon the hot summer days began to cool and one pleasant afternoon found the two siblings resting under a tree where they'd just finished lunch and Julian was now reading quietly with his head on his brother's lap while Draco played with his long hair that spilled around them like milk.

"I'm going to miss you." He murmured softly, looking out across the gentle hills of wild flowers that surrounded them.

"Why is that?" Julian asked, laying the open book down across his chest so he could give his brother his full attention.

"I'll be going back to school soon. And you'll be going off to your new school as well. We'll be parted again…" Draco replied, looking down into Julian's beautiful grey eyes.

"But didn't I tell you? Dumbledore was thrilled to accept my application, even though it said I was going to a muggle school until now. I think he's just happy to get another Malfoy under his rule, for however short a time it may be." Julian said, as innocently as if he were commenting on the weather, although the mischievous twinkle gave him away.

"You little sneak!" Draco gasped, quickly moving his hands to tickle the blonde as punishment. "When were you going to tell me?"

Julian laughed and rolled this way and that to try and avoid his brothers merciless fingers. "I…I was thinking about just following you one the train and forgetting to get off!" He shouted between giggles, his chest heaving from the exertion of laughing so hard.

Draco finally relented, smiling down at the panting boy. "So what house do you want to be in? I got put in Slytherin you know, best house there is. Father was a Slytherin."

Julian laughed and nodded thinking it over as he did. "I really don't care. It's not like they'll turn into my closest friends or anything…"

Draco nodded as they both got lost in their thoughts, Julian resting peacefully on Draco's lap as the slightly older boy stroked a gentle hand over his forehead.

"I always did wonder how you got this scar…" Draco whispered, tracing the lightening bolt shaped scar that he could feel but not see due to a magical concealer that really did everything that a muggle concealer promised to do.

"Yeah, me too." Julian whispered back, falling asleep soon after that and feeling so safe, never noticed when his brother easily lifted his very slight weight and carried him all the way home to lay him in his own bed.

Before either knew it, it was September first and both boys were up early, early for Draco anyways, making sure that everything was packed properly and were eating a nice breakfast before their mother stormed into the room.

"What is this I hear about you going to Hogwarts?" She screeched, glaring daggers at the younger of the two boys at the table who calmly continued to eat as if she wasn't huffing and puffing about to blow the house down.

"That's rather old news mother, I'm surprised at you." He replied, flipping a page of the newspaper that was open beside him.

"And what about me?" She asked, putting her skeletal hands on her narrow hips.

"What about you?" Julian drawled, looking up from his omelet to look at the woman for the first time since she'd burst into the room.

"Seeing as you've reduced me to asking Draco for money every time I want to go out and he is leaving, What am I going to do for money?" She demanded, scowling at the boy that was to much like his father for his own good.

"We are leaving you with seven thousand pounds, I had it transferred into muggle money just incase you wanted to go into London or something." The small blonde replied, closing the paper and folding in neatly in half before he continued. "Seeing as everything is already paid for in the house, meaning water and heat and all that, and there is plenty to do here on the grounds, I'm sure that amount should last until we return for winter holidays."

"My shoes cost more than what you're leaving me!" She shouted, turning her look on her other son who was steadily ignoring the entire conversation, or trying to at least.

"Then you are just going to have to curve that unhealthy spending habit, aren't you?"

"The Weasley's make more than seven thousand pounds in a month!" She raged.

"Well I don't know what a 'Weasley' is," Julian replied, ignoring his brother's snort of laughter. "But I'm sure that if you are mentioning them and money in the same sentence, that just isn't true."

"He's right mum," Draco said, finally adding his two cents to the argument. "We both know they make way less than that."

Narsissa could believe that her own son was turning traitor on her, and all due to that nasty thing that had just appeared in her life one day and never left.

"I should've killed you when I had the chance!" She screamed, stomping out of the room and slamming the door with a flick of her wand.

All was silent as both boys listened to the raging banshee make her way up to her room, slamming doors here and there to show her displeasure with the world.

"She's your mother." Julian said after a moment, going back to his paper as he sipped his tea, as if her were talking about an unruly child or pet instead of a fully grown witch that just happened to be their mother.

"You're the one who made her mad, I don't see why you won't leave her just a few thousand more." Draco replied, sipping at his own tea as he turned back to his quiditch magazine.

"I'm telling you Draco, if you'd have been with me the day I went to change everything over to our names, and seen the look of the goblin who didn't even want to show me the amount she'd charged on the family name, not spent mind you, but charged, you'd understand." After another sip he continued. "She needs to learn to live within her means."

"But her means are much more than seven thousand pounds." Draco countered, looking up from the glossy moving pages once more.

"No," Julian replied, looking up as well. "Our means are much more than seven thousand pounds. Hers barely float above poverty because of all the money she owns various places all over Europe. She's lucky I'm not making her pay for the servants as well, seeing as she'll be using them and not us."

"When did you turn so cold hearted to her?" Draco asked, blinking in surprise at the ugly tone he heard in his sweet brother's voice.

"I think I lost all love for her when I realized that she'd spent away our future. Or better, your future seeing as I was thought dead by you. I was only going to freeze her spending until we could all sit down and work out a plan, but…what she'd done, uncaringly. It was to much." Julian replied, reaching out to squeeze his brother's hand before he stood.

"Are you done?" He asked, motioning to the blonde's empty plate.

Draco nodded and stood as well, closing his magazine to read later as he motioned for the younger boy to go ahead of him.

Both boys climbed into the car and it seemed as if in no time, they were standing before platform nine and three quarters.

"Ok, so how does this work?" Julian asked, looking over at his brother who was looking around for their luggage.

"I knew we should've brought Richard with us," Draco mumbled realizing that the poor bloke must have gotten lost amongst the muggles. "Don't move," He said with a gentle smile. "I'm going to find Craig."

Julian nodded and continued to look up at the platform sign, then at the solid wall that Draco swore was the entrance.

"I swear if he's lying to me…" Julian breathed, feeling more and more awkward as time went by, good thing they'd arrived early.

"First year dear?" A robust voice asked from somewhere behind him and just to his right.

"Excuse me?" He asked, turning to take in the cluster of red heads behind him. 'Well there's a sight you don't see every day…' He thought looking them over and noting the patched together and generation to generation clothing as well as the falling apart trunks and other suck luggage.

"Asked if you were a first year," The older woman replied, looking him up and down and obviously taking him for the girl her looked like. "Though you are a mite tall for an eleven year old girl…"

Julian gave the woman a coolly polite smile, finding no reason to be rude to her as of yet, and she had said he was tall, which was a first.

"Thank you," He replied. "And no, I'm not a first year, I-"

"Oh! Muggle family then, get separated did you?" She asked, reaching out to smack one of the two of her identical boys for something they were about to do.

"Not quite you see-" He tried again, only to be cut off once more, this time it was by the third red headed male, who didn't look happy to just be standing around and chatting, but Julian figured he might also be sick due to the redness that was continually making him turn various shades, some quite un healthy for a human.

"Well then why are you just standing here blocking traffic?"

"Maybe it's because he was waiting for someone."

Julian had never been so pleased to head his brother's voice before in his life, it didn't matter that it was the stuck up tone that he hated so much.

"Draco," He breathed moving over to the other blondes' side. "What took you so long?"

"Craig was all the way down on platform twenty, Merlin only knows why." Draco replied, looking over at the young chauffer who looked down at the trolley sheepishly.

"She your girlfriend, Malfoy?" The rude third male, who's name he still hadn't got, sneered at the two of them, or tried to at least. "Come to kiss you good bye?"

Draco tensed, but held himself back from the verbal match he knew would come much later so that he could introduce the blonde at his side and knock one Ronald Weasley down a few pegs on his step ladder of life.

"No actually, 'She' happens to be my brother, Julian. Julian, these are the Weasleys Mother made mention of earlier. This morning." He said haughtily.

"Brother?" The boy squeaked, each having been entertaining their own dirty thoughts staring who they had previously thought to be a girl. Now while the Twins didn't mind and looked at each other before grinning and continuing to stare at the pretty cross dresser, their younger brother was another story.

"That's a disgusting joke Malfoy, and not a funny one at that." He said, glaring at both of the blondes now.

"Who's joking?" Julian asked with a raise of one perfectly sculpted brow.

"That's right, who's joking?" Draco laughed, wrapping an arm around his brothers shoulders. "I must say though, he makes a much better looking girl than yours does."

"That's sick," The boy breathed, ignoring his mother's shocked, 'Ronald Weasley!'. "You must be some kind of pervert to look that way…"

Julian glared, contemplating hitting the irritating red head, before he simply tossed his hair over his shoulder and haughtily walked though the barrier between platforms nine and ten, waiting only a pause for Draco to catch up before they both settled on the train in an empty compartment, each waving good bye to Craig who smiled and happily waved back before he disappeared again.

"Chipper…" Julian said, in response to the young chauffer's excited departure.

"That's one way of saying it…" Draco laughed, each silently agreeing to not talk about what had happened with the Weasley's.

The first few minutes of the train ride were wonderfully pleasant, quite and calm seeing as Draco had put a silencing charm on the door so the sounds of the outside world would stay just that. Unfortunately this also had the reverse effect of not being able to know when someone was approaching until the door was already open.

"Draco Darling!" A tall black haired girl with a slightly upturned nose that reminded Julian of a pug squealed as she bounded into the room and threw herself into the blondes' thankfully Julian free lap seeing as the small blonde had sat up the moment sound erupted into their cabin.

The dark haired girl was followed by two solid brick walls masquerading as human males and a good looking brunette with glittering green eyes and a smile that named him for the man whore he was.

Quick introductions were made, this time without the shock of finding out Julian's actual gender, Julian was sure that that was only due to the fact that no one could really hear anything over the dark haired girl squawking loudly about her summer and everything she'd done, even though, according to her story, she was with Draco most of the time.

The dark haired girl look up from her very provocative position on the blonde's lap and looked around the cabin.

"Looks like there aren't enough seats for everyone…" She commented as if she were actually sad about the fact.

Julian would've argued that he was here first if it weren't for the way the girl was leaning into his brother's just and the way Draco's hand was resting easily around her hips. It was clear to him, that from the way that the bookends had sat across from the two obvious lovers and the way that the playboy had tossed himself into the seat Julian had vacated the moment the black haired girl had rushed in, that he was the odd one out. The one that didn't belong. Obviously he was the one that needed to leave.

"Well…I'm sure the lot of you have things to catch up on…" He said, lingering long enough to see if his brother would stop him from leaving, but after looking his brother's direction, he was sure that no actual words could make it passed the tongue that was shoved down his throat.

Nodding at the sight, Julian turned and left the compartment, unsure of where he was going, but knowing that he had to get away from that highly disturbing sight.

'It's not like you've never seen it before.' Julian thought to himself darkly, making his way to the back of the train, as far from the front compartment he had been in as he could get without going outside.

'Yeah,' he thought back to himself as he looked into one full cabin after another. 'But in never twisted my insides and make my heart tighten from it.'

'You know what that means…' The inner voice chuckled disappearing after an internally vicious glare.

Julian finally found a semi unoccupied cabin and didn't care if he would be interrupting the mans' peaceful ride. With a quick knock that hardly made the other occupant twitch, he opened the door and while he wanted to be rude and just sit, to hell with manners, he gently cleared his throat to get the man's attention.

Large black eyes were turned in the young blondes' general direction and seemed to look passed and through him all at the same time.

"What?" The man growled, his eyed seeming to sift slightly left to right in attempt to see who had entered his cabin. "Come to stare have you? Well leave! It's not to early to take house points, get out!" The man continued to shout, standing on surprisingly steady feat to step menacingly towards the stupid first year that had thought it would be funny to tell all of their friends what they'd down to the cripple teacher in the back of the train.

"No sir," Julian replied softly, staying where he was by the door. "I was just looking for somewhere to spend the train ride, would you mind?"

The dark eyed man blinked his unfocusable eyes at the admission and the beautiful voice that reminded him so much of the way Lilly had once sounded to wash over him as he slowly sat back down on the bench he'd made sure to keep a foot touching at all times.

"Who are you?" He asked, tilting his head enough to catch the virtually silent foot steps that moved across the compartment and stopped a the bench adjacent from him.

"Would you like the long or short of it?" The voice asked, humor coloring the smooth words.

"Thrill me." The man replied, shifting his eyes to where he thought the person was.

"My name is Julian." The voice said, giving the easy answer instead of the longer one he was sure was there, pure blood by the sounds of it.

"You may call me Snape." The man replied, reaching a calloused hand out, and to his surprise, it was immediately filled with a small, delicate hand with long elegant fingers and the softest skin he'd ever felt before.

"Snape…" The person responded, giving his hand a firm shake. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Snape nodded in return and leaned back in his seat once he had discontinued the physical greeting.

"Tell me, Julian, I have never taught you before, and as such, I am sure that you have never attended Hogwarts before, am I right?"

Julian nodded and leaned back in his seat as well.

"I was attending a privet school until this past year. I am hoping to further my education here before I go onto my next step." He replied, pulling on of his low pigtails over his shoulder to fiddle with the light lavender bow that secured the middle of the tail so that the length didn't get to tangled and it added charm to the lavender sweater he had coordinated with his white ankle length skirt and low white heels.

"I've never known Hogwarts to accept a transfer student before," The murmured aloud to himself. "And a female at that."

Julian laughed and looked up from his hair. "You aren't the first person to tell me that. It makes it sound as if the school is an All Boys establishment."

The older man shook his head and turned his sight to the window, even though he couldn't see out of it.

"Not quite," He answered. "But it isn't easy for any girl there. The curriculum is geared towards men, as well as the physical fitness course that was installed this year. I predict that in the next few years that Hogwarts will be come and all boy's school. Such is the nature of the admittance council."

"I see." Julian murmured, turning to look out the window as well, 'It's like he's creating his own army. Like a muggle boot camp only with the potential to be much more dangerous… ' An eerie chill sang through the blonde's body and left a bad after taste in his mouth.

"You don't seem to worried about anything that I've said." Snape commented as he turned to face the child across from him.

"I'm not." Came the simple answer, an answer that made Snapes' perpetually frowning lips quirk into what could almost pass as a smile.

The two settled into an easy silence after that, Julian quietly reading while Snape stared out the window, the silence was only broken when the door was slid open and a darling elderly lady poked her head it.

"Any thing from the trolley Professor, oh. Hello. Willing to bet you must be who that young man was in a tizzy about finding just a tick ago." She laughed, never having seen the professor allow anyone into his compartment before, well she defiantly was lovely, not that it really mattered all that much.

"I'm afraid I'm out of touch with magical treats," Julian replied to the woman's' original inquiry, "Is there anything you're recommend?"

The woman laughed at the blatant disregard to the mentioned search as she quickly popped out and back, her arms loaded with this and that.

"Well dear, let me give you my recommendations and you can choose for yourself." She bubbled handing the girl the treats as she listed them off. "We have Chocolate Frogs, always a favorite for the boys as they come with a collectable card in each package, but I doubt you'll want to chase after your treats to eat them. We have Berrtie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, I'd be careful with those though. Oh let's see here, you might like this. New on the Trolley this year, It's a peppermint dipped rose that blooms as you lick it!"

Julian laughed at the woman's excitement and agreed to the odd jelly beans and the rose. "Would you like anything?" He asked the man across from him that had perked up at the mention of peanut butter chocolate bats that were spelled to flutter around until caught and then fluttered all the way down, but the man simply shook his head and Julian made sure to pay for the chocolate treat for the sullen made that looked as if he needed to smile more.

Once the woman had left them alone again, Julian figured if his brother were so desperate to find him, he shouldn't have let his friends freeze him out in such away.

Looking down at the various treats he had, he opened the box of jelly beans and carefully selected a light pink one that could've been strawberry milkshake flavor or not. Sadly, it was not and Julian made squeaking, disgusted sound ad he pulled out a handkerchief and spit out the salmon flavored mush.

It took a moment or two for the low dark chuckles to penetrate the offended complaining that Julian was just now calming down from.

"Are you laughing at me good sir?" He asked, his tone stating that if he were standing he'd have had his hands on his hips in a huff.

Snape chuckled again, his laugh dry from disuse, "No my lady," He teased. "I've just never heard someone so offended at that particular candy. You get what you pay for."

"That's Princess to you," Julian teased back, "And if you are so manly as to not fear the unknown, I dare you to have the next go at it."

Now let it be noted that Severus Snape, even in his younger years, had never been one to indulge others or give in to flights of fancy. He'd never played guessing games and ignored everyone who had ever tried to get to know him for fear of being rejected. That was until he'd met Lilly Evens.

Lilly had been different, a fiery girl with a wit shaper than razor wire and a laugh quicker than a speeding bullet, and when she wanted something she always got it.

Severus could remember a conversation that ran along the same lines as this one was going. Sure the words were different and Lilly had shoved the candy in his hand instead of offering it to him, but the intent was the same, it was all geared to making him smile.

So not one to disappoint or step away from a challenge, Severus Snape reached his hand forward and was pleased to find the small treats dance around his fingers before he pulled one out and popped it in his mouth.

"Lemon Tart," He reported, letting the tension in his shoulders disappear. "Not bad."

"Not fair," Julian laughed, going for another one, this time biting it in half instead of eating the whole thing. Pickled eggs was the next flavor, followed by Fresh baked scones for Snape and Dirt for Julian who had to admit, it wasn't the worst dirt he'd ever tasted.

On and on they went trading sweets and sharing little stories here or there about themselves, never getting to personal, seeing as they still understood that their roles at the castle would consist of student and teacher, but neither let themselves care for to long.

"I think this is supposed to be Lint…" Julian said after a moment of blinking at grey and orange speckled bean half that lay in his hand.

Just as Severus was about to question the odd tone used, the door to the cabin flew open and he immediately stood to face the door so as not to be caught off guard, unbeknownst to him, Julian had done that same thing.

"Do you know how worried I've been!" Draco shouted, glaring that the small blonde cross dresser. "We are almost to the station, neither of us are dressed properly, and I haven't been able to find you all train ride!"

"The hell were you looking?" Julian asked back, not appreciating being yelled at for almost no reason. "Mars? The train isn't that big Draco! But why an I surprised it took you so long. I'm sure your girlfriend's lips were lock so tightly on yours that any false move would've sucked off your face!"

Both blondes glared at one another, neither willing to give an inch, but eventually Draco crumbled, like he always did when faced with his brother's temper.

"Come on, I'll apologies on the way back to the cabin, we only have about fifteen minuets to get ready." He said, holding out a hand for his brother to take.

Julian scowled at his brother again before he turned and gathered his things and turned a small smile on his soon to be professor.

"Thank you for letting me sit with you. I had a very enjoyable time good sir."

Snape just twitched his lips back at the child and sat back down. "I'm sure we'll meet again, Princess."

Julian just laughed at the dry crack as he took his brother's hand and was lead from the room.

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The sorting fest was rather anti climatic and yet at the same time, sent a chill through Julian's soul once more.

Snape hadn't been lying when he'd hinted at the difference between men in women in the school. The boys out populated the girls by about seventy percent, if not alittle more. Even the staff was mostly men, the only females being an older woman in stanch green robes and a small red headed woman who looked as if her soul had seen better days.

Julian was directed to stand with the first years to be sorted, and boy did he feel on display. It wasn't so much that all of the first years were staring at him, nor was it that everyone else was trying and failing not to stare at him, it was more the fact that no matter how hard he tried to tug the skirt he was wearing down, it wasn't getting any longer.

And it wasn't just his either, he'd wondered about that when he'd first put his skirt on. Every female uniform skirt was at least two inches shorter than was respectable. Not only that, the female shirts were just transparent enough to see through them in the candle light, the recommended shoes just high enough to let anyone who cared to look see all they wanted if the girl bent down wrong.

He would complain to the head master and refuse to wear it, but his other option was the boy's uniform, which honestly looked like military uniform with a robe over it, and that wasn't much better in Julian's opinion.

Julian was getting the feeling that girls weren't treating like more than objects here, he got the feeling he was going to be writing a very long letter the his old head mistress very soon.

When all the names were called but one, Julian rolled his eyes as Dumbledore stood and humbly welcomed a distinguished graduate of the Holly Oaks Academy to his school. He back handedly wished good luck in the classes to come and hoped that good magical breeding could over come a parent's misguided decision.

Julian chuckled to himself as he climbed the steps that lead to a small stool and a hat that seemed to read your thoughts and talked.

'What little you know, you old fool, what little you know.'

The hat was placed on his head and after a brief conversation about a seam ripper and a fire pit if the hat even thought about putting him in Gryffindor, the Hat quickly shouted that Slytherin would be the best fit and seemed to sigh in relief when Julian plucked it from his head and handed it to the waiting woman in green before he headed to his table.

"If it's possible that hat look positively petrified." Draco laughed as he pushed one of the hulking figures over so that his brother could sit at the bench next to him. "What did you say to it?"

"Nothing," Julian replied, trying to figure out a way to sit down without flashing everyone. "But I think it might have seen a memory of you before you you've brushed your hair in the morning, we both know that could scare the white out of a ghost."

Draco scowled and nudged the boy with his elbow as he motioned for him to sit again. "The bench won't bite, even I got used to it. There's a cushioning charm on it, I swear."

Julian laughed and finally sat down, how he'd managed to keep his dignity, he'd never know, but hoped to repeat the process.

All though dinner Julian made light conversation with those around him, but eventually gave up on talking with the boys for various reasons that all dealt with eye locations and strangely personal questions that no one had a right to ask someone they'd only just met.

The girls weren't much better, all of their head's full of fluff and the rocks they were dumber than the box of seeming to fall out of their mouths every time the spoke.

It was crazy, what had he agreed to when he'd told his head mistress that he would help in any ways he could. This was just degrading.

"It's not all bad," Draco said softly, leaning close so that he could be heard over the loud chatter surrounding them. "They really are nice when you get to know them."

"I'm sure niceness isn't what their lacking." Julian replied, stifling a small yawn.

Soon dinner came to a close and after that everyone was lead to their respective houses, Draco leading his brother up to their room after a very possessive kiss from his tart, Daisy or Buttercup…or something like that.

Julian soon found that he would also be rooming with the other boys from that had sat with them on the train, not that he minded really, at least the two walls were quite.

"I'm going to get ready for bed Draco," Julian said, turning a full circle in the middle of the room before looking at his brother. "Where is the bathroom?"

Draco laughed and pointed out the door.

"Sixth and Seventh years share a bath, it's at the end of the hall." He said, gathering his own shampoo and other bathroom supplies.

"This is insane…" Julian mumbled to himself, finding himself more and more grateful for having attended Holly Oaks.

Showering wasn't as awkward as It could've been, all the other boys either still down in the common room laughing and catching up with friends or hurrying to finish last minuet homework.

Julian quickly washed his hair and scrubbed himself down before he climbed out and used a quick drying charm on his body so he could get dressed right away instead of having to wait, his hair on the other hand he began to gently twist until water began to pour to the ground in long gushes.

Draco, dressed and towel drying his hair, watched the smaller boy with a amused tilt of his lips.

"Don't you ever dress like a boy?" He asked, taking in his brothers' lime green pajama bottoms that had large with ruffles around the hem of the legs that stopped at the knee and a white spaghetti strap tank top with lime green ruffles around the bottom the over lapped the top of the tight pants.

"Does it bother you that I don't?" Julian countered, ringing the last bit of his hair out and letting the white locks swirl around his body freely.

Draco shrugged and gathered their things as they headed back to their dorm.

"I guess not." He replied, walking into the room and looking over at his bed with a sigh.

"You know, I don't need a baby sitter." Julian chuckled, pulling out a pad of stationary and a self inking quill from his trunk. "Go, Be yourself, have fun."

Draco almost said no, but shrugged and left the room, joining the other Slytherins in the common room, the noise level rising a few decimals at his arrival.

Julian smiled and got to work writing, telling about everything that she saw and heard and asking for back up.

'The situation is getting worse,' He wrote. 'If we aren't careful war could break out any time. With four houses and house rivalries at an all time high, I required assistance to defuse the situation. Let us hope that is all it will take.'

With a sigh, Julian got off his bed and went over to the only window in the room. It still entertained him that they had gone down to the dungeons, and yet they ended up in one of the four towers.

"Magic," He laughed, opening the window and taking in a deep breath of fresh air before he looked down at the neatly sealed envelope, kissing it once to give it wings of air before he let in fly towards the horizon.

The next morning, Julian woke at four o'clock, ready for anything. Pots and pans, Heavy Metal music, Mattress flipping, anything. But when nothing happened he slowly sat up and looked around the room. No one was wake yet and if their relaxed posture was anything to go by, they weren't prepared to wake for quite some time.

Slipping out of bed, Julian quickly padded over to his brothers' side and shook his gently.

"Draco…Draco wake up." He whispered, shaking the blonde again.

Draco woke with a startled snort, only to register the voice calling for him and sit up like a shot.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking around wildly for anything that might have upset the boy and had him up at whatever ungodly hour it was. "What is it?"

"Nothing, calm down," Julian whispered, sitting on the boy four poster. "I was just wondering when we all got up, what time?"

Draco blearily blinking at his brother and shook his head, falling back in an un-Malfoy like fashion.

"We get up whenever we want," He answered grumpily. "As long as we are at class by nine. Today is the day you really have to go to breakfast, other than that I guess you could hang breakfast if you wanted. Now go away!"

Julian nodded and wished his irritated brother a good night before he went over to his trunk and pulled out early morning work out cloths. There was no use In getting out of shape because these people had a different schedule than he did.

After running and showering again, putting on his uniform with a wrinkle of his nose, Julian figured, since it was only seven, that he might as well walk around and get to know his surrounds.

So after gathering his back pack and purse, Julian headed out and began to wonder around the stone corridors. He didn't stumble upon and paintings or cool hidden sitting alcoves for reading, but he wondered around long enough to find the main stair case again, as well as a long line of doors with light spilling out from the last one, along with some of the foulest language Julian had ever heard.

Curious, he followed the sounds of swearing and the occasional crash or two to find the man he'd gotten to know on the train having a difficult time trying to shove large wooden desks around the room. An amazing feet for a man who couldn't see.

"You look as if you could use some help Professor." He said warmly as he leaned on the door frame and waited for the man to invite him in.

"Unless you are offering your services, go away." He growled, pausing in his work to glare in the direction of the door.

Julian laughed as he set his bags down and moved further into the room. "Now is that anyway to treat a Princess who just happened to stumble upon her knight in need?"

Severus's lips twitched as he rose an eyebrow at the voice that was getting closer to him.

"Knight?" He asked.

"Yeah," Julian replied, leaning a hip against the desk the man had just been trying to man handle across the room if the previous two desks that were actually slanted in weird angles had anything to do with it. "Knight. You know. A 'Good Sir' was usually a knight or a hero a lady was addressing."

"And I'm your hero?" Snape asked, the disbelief clear in his voice.

Julian laughed and nodded, turning to help the man with his task. "Yes, you saved me from a lonely train ride and have provided the only intelligent conversation I've had so far."

Severus once again graced the confusing child beside him with the sounds of his dry chuckles. "Well then Princess, help you knight get these tables back in order. Some nit thought it would be funny to rearrange everything last night and if it's not straightened out, I'll have to cancel classes until I can get it right."

Julian nodded and commented that class being canceled was probably the main goal of the stunt, to which Severus agreed.

"It happened every year." He said as he began to push, amazed at how mush easier it was with two people rather than just him. "I should be used to it."

Julian used a bit of magic to roll the stone floor under the desk like wheels so that it was easier to maneuver.

"They line up with the raised red X's." Snape said as the settle the first on and Julian repositioned the other two previously placed desks accordingly, summoning a bit of wind to help him.

It took the rest of the morning, breakfast being half over by the time they finished. But neither really cared as they looked around the room proudly, Julian actually seeing what the work had accomplished and Severus just knowing that he'd done it and that he was going to get to teach the first class of the year on time for once.

"Well I guess I should get to breakfast. Draco said something about getting a schedule…" Julian said with a sigh, kind of worried to see what the schedule would look like seeing as he hadn't signed up for any classes.

Snape nodded and the both left, each taking different routs to the Great Hall. When Julian reached his noisy and extremely crowded house table, he was slightly sickened to see Iris trying to devour his brother like he was the last piece of bacon in existence.

One of the bookends looked up from their breakfast which was actually a healthy collection of fruits which surprised Julian and handed him a small square of paper.

'Well now I know why there aren't a lot of transfers…' Julian though to himself as he stared down at his schedule. Every last class was an advanced level, with honors. Which would probably mean more was expected and that the stress would give him a small stroke after a month or so.

"This is crazy. Hey Draco, who makes the schedules?" He asked, reaching out and physically separating the snogging couple.

"What?" He asked, panting a bit from his rigorous activities.

"Who makes the schedules if you aren't told about needing to choose classes?" He asked again, tapping his well manicured nails on the sheet of paper in question.

"Think that would be Dumbledore…" He said, looking up at the head table, the old man staring right back in his general location. "Yeah, I think that's right."

"I am transferring in from a muggle establishment…I can't believe he thinks I can do all thins…" Julian breathed, not caring when the paper was taken from him.

"Wow…" Draco said with a low whistle. "Well I'm in the adv.h charms, but even I wasn't good enough to get into the level of potions…I honestly don't think anyone else was either."

The bookend that had handed the schedule over, Julian was pretty sure that one was Crabbe, pointed to himself and the boy next to him and then to the small print indicating that the two of them were taking adv.h ancient ruins. They didn't say a lot, but they sure got their point across.

As it turned out, the only class that wasn't an advanced honors class, and was just advanced, was the physical education, that was an across the board thing.

"I heard someone say that they over heard the teachers talking about a big assembly after lunch to separate us into classes," Rose said, leaning in to tell her big 'secret'. "It's the only way the school administrators will let Dumbledore keep his new project. They tried this same thing and one of the schools up north a few years ago, do you remember? Exact same set up. But they were careful and some of the kids died because what they went though was to extreme for them to handle."

Draco nodded, he'd read about that. "It was a big scandal, I've heard that Aurors can't even pass the highest level on this thing."

The rest of the table chatter and soon Breakfast was finished, Dumbledore standing just before everyone rushed off to confirm that yes, there would be a placement test for the mandatory class and that yes, everyone had to attend.

"What's first…" Julian mumbled to himself, looking at the schedule he'd gotten back from Draco Just as Ivy had attacked him yet again. "Ah, Defense, this should be fun."

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"Welcome to Advanced Honors Defense Against the Dark Arts, My name is Sirius Black, Professor Black to you, and if any of you ask if I am 'Serious' or tell me to 'Be Serious' I will laugh and take away house points." The tall black haired man said as he looked around at the eight students in the very large room, not one of them sitting close to the other.

"I'd like this to be a fun class, I'm not big on assignments or essays, because frankly, I'm not going to read them. Even if you write them, and turn them in, I'm not going to read them. I have better things to do with my time, as I'm sure you do, so what we'll do if have in class discussions and I suggest you either come to class every day or read your books or both, because I hate conversations where half the answer is 'and like' I will fail you for that." At that he looked around the room and gave everyone a bright smile before he hopped up on his desk and class got under way.

After that came adv.h Charms where Julian got to sit next to his brother while the other three kids in the class just seemed to ignore one another.

From there it was adv.h Herbology where Julian got paired with a lovely boy with a bright smile named Neville something or other. And from there it was adv.h Potions.

This was the class he'd looked forward to all day. Quickly cleaning his robes with another one of Bethie's handy hygiene helpers, he ran all the way up to the castle and down the cool dungeon steps, through the hallway and into the room only to find himself alone.

Julian glanced around and shrugged as he fixed his hair from all the running and sat at one of the well organized desks.

It was five minuets after class was to have started when Severus Snape burst into the room, his robes flying, the door slamming closed behind him.

"What class is this?" He growled, standing at his desk, hand poised over three different books.

"Advanced Honors Potions," Julian replied his smile widening when the saw the taller man's face scrunch.

"Miss. Malfoy?" He asked, turning to where he was sure he'd heard the voice.

"Technically it's mister." He replied, hopping off of his seat to move closer to the man seeing as it was just the two of them. "But you can call me miss if it helps separate me from my brother in your mind."

Snapes lips twitched as he carefully turned and leaned against his desk.

"Do you know anything of potions?" He asked, unsure of what to do for an Advanced honors class, seeing as he'd never had one before.

"I know the theory." Julian replied, "I read a lot on my free time. But old school wasn't magical, so never got to practice it. But I assume it's a lot like cooking and baking, right?"

Snape nodded, glade that the child already understood that at least.

"I'll have to warn you that I was never very good at either of those two activities…in fact I think I've lit a bowl of cereal on fire by pouring milk over it once."

Any hope Snape had, died with that small admission. He didn't know what the hope was for or why it was there, but that statement murdered it in cold blood. Brutally.

"Well I guess we could start from the basics, all the while trying to convince ourselves that you are improving at a phenomenal rate. Or we could go with Plan B." Severus said reaching a hand up to rub at his temple.

"Plan B wouldn't happen to be me wrestling a bear in a kiddie pool full of lime jell-o would it?" Julian asked, pretty sure he could win that fight to pass the class if it came down to It.

"No…" Snape said slowly, turning his head to stare in the general direction of the only other voice in the room.

"Alright, then let's go with Plan B." Julian laughed, putting away the idea of jell-o bear wrestling for another Plan B that would eventually pop up in his life time.

"Then you should get to work." Severus said as he pulled out various scrolls of summer homework.

"What do you usually give them?" He asked as he moved to the other side of the man's desk and pulled one of the chairs closer to him with a small swirl of wind.

"C's." Snape answered honestly, sitting in his own chair and closed his useless eyes. "I can't see the papers to tell if they are done or not and it isn't like there are any spells that would turn what they wrote into brail. Let's face it. The magical world doesn't know how to deal disabilities. There are spells to dissolve bones in the body and potions to regrow them over night so the thought of never walking again or never being able to stir a caldron never occurs to people. But when something goes wrong magically…everyone is in the dark and the victim is left with nothing to do but go on with life."

Julian wished there was something he could do to help, but there was honestly nothing he could do and he just didn't think this was the right time to ask how the man had lost his sight, because he obviously hadn't been born this way.

The two settled into a pattern after that. Julian reading the essays that were actually done and making the corrections that needed to be made and giving more 'F's' then she was sure the kids could recover from.

"Little brats." Severus hissed, not even wanting to deal with the rest of the essays. "Just give tem all F's. Maybe they'll get it and try harder."

Just then the magical bells and whistles went off and Julian put his head down on the desk.

"I don't want to go do tests to see what level of physical education I need…" He whined, slowly rising to his feet.

"Don't worry," Snape said, feeling odd to be encouraging someone for once. "I'm sure you won't fail abysmally."

"I'm not worried about failing." Julian replied picking up his backpack and purse on his way out. "That's the problem."

Ducking into a bathroom, Julian changed out of his uniform and into something suitable to run and push himself in. Before he left he gave himself a once over in the mirror.

Spandex like pants with body temperature regulating charms, check. Long plain white t-shirt that clung to the body, but didn't restrict movement, check. Magical sports bra, check. White three inch tennis shoe pumps for style and functionality, check. White fingerless gloves, check. Hair in a high ponytail and braided, check. Sweat proof make-up applied properly, check. Magical glue to ear and nose piece of glasses so they won't fall off, check.

From there he ran down to, 'The Field', as it was being called and made it just in time, because just as he skidded to a halt to stand next to his brother, a magically enhanced voice began speaking from the front of the collected students, a tall black haired man with glass welcoming all of the students and stating that they should get through everyone today.

"My wife, Mrs. Potter, is going to be taking the first through four years and let the try their luck at the Beast, as we are liking to call her, and I will be taking the rest of the years, as we are going to run until either the last one of you drops or it is your turn to try your luck. Let's go!"

Julian walked next to his brother and had to laugh as the boy mad face after disgusted face at having to run or do anything so strenuous, Daffodil agreeing with him the whole way and complaining about how her shoes were going to get ruined.

"You knew we were doing this." Julian said, making sure the both heard him. "You should've changed into more appropriate cloths."

Heather scowled and huffed off, going over to join her friend who was obviously just as upset as she was over the turn of events.

Draco on the other hand stayed by his brothers side, agreeing that he should've thought about it more.

"A Malfoy is prepared for any situation." Julian quoted reaching into his bag, pulling out a white t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants he'd gotten at some point along the course of the day. "Sorry to say you're stuck with the shoes you have on though."

Draco laughed took the cloths, putting them on as they walked, then used dissolving spells to get rid of his old cloths.

When they reached the edge of the lake, The man stopped and looked around at the gathered crowd.

"I see that young Master Malfoy had enough time to change his cloths before coming to class." The man said with an ugly tone to his voice. "I think for being the only one with enough time on their hands to stop and change cloths, he should be the first to start running. Malfoy. By me."

When Draco began to moved to the front, Julian quickly shook his head and went in his place, because it was him the man had actually been talking about anyways.

The man blinked at the small blonde that stood in front of him and then looked over at the taller blonde that came to rest a hand on the other's shoulder.

"Well are you going to tell us when to go?" The smaller one asked calmly, reaching up to touch the hand lightly.

With a nod he blew his whistle and both blondes started running, it wasn't a jet setting pace, but it wasn't as slow as a snail, it was the pace of someone who had training. He let the two run for another five minuets before blowing his whistle again and indicating that the rest should follow them.

Most ran all out, some jogged, others did a combination of the two, but the two blondes stayed together, at the same pace, each lap adding just alittle bit more speed. Until eventually the Julian was the only one left running, his brother having dropped out six laps ago due to the in ability to breathe any longer.

"Mister Malfoy," The teacher called, motioning for the boy to come closer. "Who is that?" He asked bluntly.

"My brother sir." Draco replied, looking over at the man. "He was sorted during the opening feast."

"I only arrived this morning," The man replied, watching the boy draw nearer. "I have never seen endurance like this. Man, Woman, doesn't matter."

"Don't know where he get's it." Draco said as he drew another deep breath into his lungs to cool the ever present burning sensation.

"Hm." Was all he said as he spied his wife approaching silently from the side, watching the still running boy with a flicker of something that James hadn't seen in years and was unable to name due to it's rarity.

Draco made sure to catch his brother's attention as he motioned over to the small red head that was now leading the group away.

"That was amazing!" He said, wrapping an arm around his brother's waist just as the small boy's legs decided to turn to jelly for the amount of running he'd done.

"Yeah," He agreed, laughing at how much his body was going to hate him in the morning. "I kept telling myself that the next time I got to the group I'd stop, but I just kept going…but it felt good."

Draco laughed and helped his brother walk his muscles out to cool them down, before sitting down with the rest of the crowd to start going through, 'The Beast'.

"To give some of you a rest for all of your hard work," the male Professor Potter called out across the gathered students. "We are going to go alphabetically by year, starting with fifth year."

And with that, the test began.

Another chapter? So soon? Back to back? Yeah I know, lol, but all of you wonderful fans who have stuck with me deserve it.

Review, love me!

Yours,

Kat