AN: AND HERE IT IS! THE AMAZING SEQUEL! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!! I'm sure you've all been waiting with bated breath for it . . . well, some of you anyway. And, if you are reading this and you haven't read it's prequel (Malfoy's Twin) yet, that's okay, because there isn't really much needed information in there. Anything that is SUPER important, you will hear Cassandra explaining to Draco. I can imagine you would be pretty lost reading this story, though, so here's a quick background check:

-Draco's parents are forced to be Death Eaters

-Before sixth year, Cassandra had never been to Hogwarts because of her adoptive parents

-Cassandra and Draco are twins separated at birth (long story, read chapter one of the prequel if you want to know it)

-Draco told Cassandra about their twin-ship (as she didn't know) in the last week of September of this school year

-Cassandra is a tight friend with the golden trio, and she and Harry are dating

-Because Cassandra and Draco are friends, the trio and Draco became friends, although they took a week or two to adjust.

And that's about all you really need to know to make any sense of this story. Just a note: You may be surprised at some of the Slytherin Quidditch team names. And, without further ado . . . heeeeeeeere it is!

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The man called Zabini looked fearfully up at his Master. He had done exactly what he was told, but if he came up even the slightest bit short, the consequences would be immense.

"So, Zabini, I see you have some information for me?" said his Master in his terribly snakelike voice.

"Yes, Master," he said, trying to keep his voice from quavering.

"Well, what is it?"

"I have found two children, Master, that fit your purposes exactly . . . they are the proper age and relation," said Zabini.

"Oh? Do you know their surnames, Zabini?"

"Yes, Master. They even attend school together."

"I don't care where they are educated, what are their surnames?" demanded his Master.

"They have one and the same surname, Master. They are the Malfoy children."

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Harry Potter, hundreds of miles away while heading to the Quidditch locker rooms, suddenly felt like someone was splitting his head open with a very sharp butcher knife. His hand slapped on his forehead immediately, and he had to stop walking to keep from falling to his knees.

"Harry! Harry, are you all right?" asked Cassandra, who was right next to him.

"Harry, mate, what's happening?" questioned Ron, who was on his other side.

Harry could only barely talk.

"He's really angry . . . un–believe–ably angry . . ." he said through gritted teeth. Ron and Cassandra both paled.

'Found two children . . . fit your purposes . . .'

' . . . know their surnames . . .'

As quick as the pain had come, it stopped. Harry was left bent double, still standing, yet his hands on his knees, panting.

"Harry, what happened? Did you hear anything?" asked Cassandra.

"Did you have a vision?" asked Ron.

"No – no, I didn't have a vision . . . I only caught parts of their conversation . . . there was a man, he was saying something to him . . ." said Harry. Neither Ron nor Cassandra needed to ask whom "him" was – they knew it was Voldemort he was speaking of.

"Something about finding two children to fit his purposes . . . and he asked the man for their surnames, but after that I didn't hear anymore," said Harry, who seemed to be thinking very hard.

"Look, Harry, you can't be thinking about this just now, we have a Quidditch match against Slytherin in a half hour, we need to get changed!" said Cassandra, trying to be comforting while still rushing.

"She's right, mate, you need to have a clear head if you want to be able to see the Snitch at all," said Ron.

"I'm okay, don't worry. The fact that we're playing Slytherin is motivation enough for me to keep my head clear. I just hope it doesn't happen again during the match," said Harry, and he stood up straight and began walking at a much quicker pace to the locker rooms, Cassandra and Ron close behind him.

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Half an hour later, the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams were walking out onto the field to face off in the first Quidditch match of the season. The teams rose into the air, with the exception of the captains. As Cassandra peered at the Slytherin Quidditch team, she couldn't help but notice their looks of disgust at the exchange of words Harry and Draco had when they shook hands.

"May the best team win, Harry," said Draco.

"We plan to," Harry replied in a friendly, but still competitive manner. Cassandra was so happy that Draco and her friends were on a first name basis. As Harry and Draco mounted their brooms and rose into the air, several meters higher than where the rest of the teams were hovering, Cassandra heard the commentary begin. Today's commentator was Dean Thomas.

"And after the captains shake hands, Madame Hooch releases the balls . . ." Madame Hooch then kicked the crate open and the two Bludgers and the Snitch flew out, then she threw up the Quaffle . . . "and the game begins!"

Ginny immediately got possession of the ball, and Cassandra flew ahead of her, ready for the pass.

"AND WEASLEY PASSES TO CALAWAY WHO PASSES TO BROWN WHO PASSES BACK TO WEASLEY AND SHE'S GOING FOR THE SHOT . . . OH! BLOCKED BY THE SLYTHERIN KEEPER . . ."

Cassandra could see that Ginny was already angry with herself for missing the first shot of the game.

"SLYTHERIN IN POSSESION . . . ZABINI PASSES TO PARKINSON AND . . . OH MAN, THAT HAD TO HURT! NICE BLUDGER HIT BY THOMPSON TO PARKINSON! GRYFFINDOR NOW IN POSSESION . . . CALAWAY PASSES TO WEASLEY WHO PASSES BACK TO CALAWAY WHO GOES FOR THE SHOT AND . . . YES! GRYFFINDOR SCORES! TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry was hovering high above the game, listening to the commentary. He cheered with the rest of the Gryffindors when Cassandra scored, but quickly went back to his search for any sign of gold . . .

"AND SLYTHERIN BACK IN POSSESION . . . PARKINSON PASSES TO LATING WHO PASSES TO ZABINI WHO . . . AND THE QUAFFLE IS INTERCEPTED BY GRYFFINDOR! BROWN PASSES TO CALAWAY WHO PASSES TO WEASLEY . . . ooh, ouch . . . BLUDGER TO WEASLEY FROM CRABBE! SLYTHERIN NOW IN POSSESION . . . LATING TO ZABINI TO PARKINSON WHO HEADS FOR THE GOALPOSTS AND . . . oh no . . . SLYTHERIN SCORES, TEN TO TEN!"

Ron heard the cheers of the Slytherin crowd quite clearly. He had to stop thinking about what Harry had heard earlier!

Harry continued in his search for the Snitch until his stomach was rumbling with hunger and Slytherin was in the lead, 150 points to 120. He checked his watch: it was already almost 1:00. He was sure this must be one of the longest games he had ever played. He had to find the Snitch soon . . .

Draco had been scanning the whole bloody field for two hours and he still hadn't seen the Snitch, and neither had Harry . . . it must be in the next country if it's this hard to find!

Cassandra was really getting tired . . . she might not be able to play much longer if someone didn't catch the Snitch soon . . . she had to get some energy . . . she, Ginny, and Lavender had to score more goals to keep Slytherin from getting ahead . . .

"And Gryffindor gains possession of the Quaffle . . . Calaway passes to Weasley who passes to Brown . . . she's making her way to the goalposts and . . . YES! GRYFFINDOR SCORES! 150 to 130, Slytherin leading . . ."

Even Ron noticed how Dean had gotten rather half-hearted with the commentary. Why hadn't Harry caught the Snitch yet?

Harry was just about ready to demand they call the match a draw when he saw a glimpse of gold about seventy feet under him. Harry quickly looked over at the Slytherin goalposts, where he knew Draco was hovering, and saw that he hadn't noticed it yet. He then immediately went into a dive . . .

"And Slytherin is now in possession and . . . DID POTTER JUST SEE THE SNITCH?"

Draco, who had simply been absent-mindedly looking around the stadium, was brought back to reality when he heard Dean's exclamation. He instantly saw Harry, forty feet away, diving toward the ground. He zoomed towards him, urging his broom to go faster. He got there just in time to knock Harry out of the way, but just when he thought he was going to grab the Snitch . . . WHAM!

"AND POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS, 280 TO 150! EXCELLENT BLUDGER HIT AT MALFOY BY MASSIA!"

Draco wasn't quite sure what happened after that . . . he just knew that he fell off of his broomstick about ten feet off of the ground, but after that, he knew no more.

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"Harry, what happened? I never saw it."

"I was heading for the Snitch, and Draco pushed me out of the way, but the next thing I knew, he was hit right in the side of the head with a Bludger, and I had caught the Snitch . . ."

"He looks pretty bad, are you sure he'll be okay?"

"Of course, Hermione, Madame Pomphery can heal anything!"

"We don't know that for sure, Ron . . ."

"Oh, for goodness sake you guys, he's just unconscious! Let him rest!"

"How do you know he's just unconscious, Cassandra? For all we know, he could be dead!"

"Ron, shut up . . ."

Draco didn't know exactly what to make of the voices he was hearing, but they weren't helping his huge headache at all . . . what were Potter, Weasley, and Granger doing here anyway? Where was he? And was that Cassandra he was hearing? He had to open his eyes to find out . . .

"Oh, oh look! He's moving!" came Cassandra's voice. "Draco, Draco are you awake? It's me, Cassandra, your sister, come on, wake up!"

What in the bloody hell . . . how did she find out? His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright, which he immediately regretted, since it made his head hurt a lot worse. All four of the sixth years crowded around him jumped backwards slightly. He recognized himself to be in the Infirmary.

"Cassandra? When did you find out? How? I never told you that we were related!" he babbled.

"What are you talking about, Draco? You told me by the lake almost a month and a half ago!"

"How could I have when we weren't even in school a month and a half ago? That would have been, like, August!" Was he the only sane person in the room?

"Oh goodness . . . that can't be a good sign . . ." said Hermione quietly.

"Potter! Weasley! Granger! What are you doing here?" he demanded. They each winced slightly at hearing him use their last names.

"Cassandra, I think he may have amnesia . . ." said Hermione quietly to Cassandra. Draco still heard it, though.

"I do NOT have amnesia!" said Draco hotly.

"I, uh, think I'm going to go get Madame Pomphery . . ." said Ron, and he left Draco's bedside rather hastily.

"Guys, maybe you should leave . . . said Cassandra to Harry and Hermione.

"Good idea . . . see you later, Cassy," said Harry, and he and Hermione walked out of the hospital wing. Cassandra sat down on the end of Draco's bed.

"Um, Draco, let me explain something here . . . do you know why you're in the hospital wing?" asked Cassandra quietly.

"Well, it must have something to do with my head . . . I have a huge headache . . ."

"Yeah, it does. The first Quidditch match was today . . . you took a Bludger to the head right at the end of the game," said Cassandra.

"But why would there be a Quidditch match today when it's only the second week of September?" asked Draco. He did really not understand any of this . . .

"Draco, its – its November sixth . . . what's the last thing you remember?" asked Cassandra softly.

"Uh . . . I, I remember being in the Great Hall . . . and then I walked out to go to Potions early . . . and then you came running up to me . . . and we talked about . . . about something, I can't remember what . . . and then I walked away, but when I turned the corner I wasn't paying attention, I suppose . . . and I walked right into a statue . . ." he finished sheepishly.

"Of course . . . the last time you got hit in the head with something is the last thing you remember . . . Draco, it really is November sixth. You just came back from the first Quidditch match about . . ." she checked her watch, "five hours ago. You've been knocked out since then, and the only thing I can assume is that you have a slight case of amnesia because of the force that the Bludger hit you with."

"It's still hard to believe you . . . do you think Madame Pomphery has something that can bring my memory back?" asked Draco.

"I doubt it . . . I mean, if she did have a potion of that sort, there wouldn't be a need for the section in St. Mungo's for people who have had their memory removed, would there?" reasoned Cassandra logically.

"I suppose that's a good point, but isn't that for more serious cases? Like, people who have gone crazy or have no hope of recovering or something?" asked Draco, sounding more desperate.

"It could be . . . but all the same, it might just come back to you after a while. I'll try to explain the important stuff to you," comforted Cassandra.

"Hey, wasn't Weasley supposed to be getting the nurse?" asked Draco, suddenly remembering why the red-head had run off.

"I think he was just using an excuse to get away. If you want, I can go get Madame Pomphery," offered Cassandra.

"Sure, you can, thanks. I'm surprised she hasn't come out here to shoo you away yet . . ." said Draco with a small laugh.

"Well, at the very least, if she can't give you your memory back, she can take your headache away," said Cassandra, and she went to the opposite side of the hospital wing to Madame Pomphery's office. She tentatively knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came the nurse's reply.

"It's Cassandra Calaway, Madame, I just wanted to tell you that Draco is awake and . . ." she didn't get to finish her sentence, for the nurse threw open the door.

"How long has he been awake, Miss Calaway?" demanded Madame Pomphery.

"About five minutes or so, I'd say," she replied.

"Well, you should have come to me the moment he woke up! Does he have any other symptoms?" asked the nurse while walking away from her office door and towards Draco's bed. Cassandra followed her.

"Yes, he has a pounding headache and a slight case of amnesia, I think," she said. "He can't remember anything from after the second week of September until now."

"Well, the headache I can cure, but the amnesia, well . . ." Cassandra didn't like the way she said that at all, and by now they were at Draco's bedside.

"Miss Calaway, who do you think would be the best person to fill Mister Malfoy in on the events of the seven weeks?" questioned Madame Pomphery. "They would have to be both someone he trusted and someone that has spent a lot of time with him during that time period," she added.

"I'd say that I would be the best person for the job, Madame," said Cassandra.

"Very well then. Any free time that you have, I want you to be talking with Mister Malfoy about anything significant that has happened in the time period of his memory loss. Do both of you understand?" she asked, looking from Cassandra to Draco and back again. They both nodded.

"Now, Mister Malfoy, simply take this potion and your head should be feeling much better, then you are free to go. I would suggest you begin refreshing his memory immediately, Miss Calaway," said Madame Pomphery while taking a potion out of a cabinet next to Draco's bed and pouring some of it into a glass. She handed the glass to Draco, who swallowed its contents in one gulp.

"You're quite lucky, Mister Malfoy, that the Bludger didn't do more damage than it did. You two may go, if you hurry you can make it to dinner on time, it starts in five minutes," said Madame Pomphery, and the two students left rather quickly.

"I have too much to be telling you about to have to delay in the Great Hall," I said immediately, and turned in the opposite direction of the Great Hall and instead headed for the staircases.

"But Cassandra, I'm hungry," complained Draco.

"Not to worry, we'll just go knick some food from the kitchens," said Cassandra casually. She did her best not to laugh at the look on Draco's face.

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AN: And that's the end of chapter one! I'm REALLY excited about writing this! And, if you are reading this and you haven't read it's prequel (Malfoy's Twin) yet, that's okay, because there isn't really much needed information in there. Anything that is SUPER important, you will hear Cassandra explaining to Draco. I can imagine you are pretty lost right now, though, so here's a quick background check:

-Draco's parents are forced to be Death Eaters

-Before sixth year, Cassandra had never been to Hogwarts because of her adoptive parents

-Cassandra and Draco are twins separated at birth (long story, read chapter one of the prequel if you want to know it)

-Draco told Cassandra about their twin-ship (as she didn't know) in the last week of September of this school year

-Cassandra is a tight friend with the golden trio, and she and Harry are dating

-Because Cassandra and Draco are friends, the trio and Draco became friends, although they took a week or two to adjust.

And that's about all you really need to know to make any sense of this story. So, TTFN, ta-ta for now!

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