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Chapter 3/3.


While at first, after the Twi-Wizard Tournament and Diggory's death people had questioned Potter's words that the Dark Lord was back, their disbelief had quickly vanished when soon after said incident Lord Voldemort made his return known. Death Eaters came out of hiding (or retirement, however you wanted to look at it) and War was once more pronounced on the Wizarding World. Lord Voldemort himself had only appeared on a rare raid, making sure that they knew he was back, but the Death Eaters were making themselves known far and wide. Attacks and deaths were prevalent and vicious. People were saying that the only safe place in the Wizarding World anymore was Hogwarts. It was getting to the point where people were telling their children to stay at the school during any holiday because it wasn't safe for them to return home.

For the sake of appearance, Draco had been ordered to stay in Hogwarts as well, as had most of the Slytherin children. The ones who hadn't made their children stay behind for their safety were now under suspicion of having ties to the Dark Lord. Draco knew that his father and mother were in league with the Dark Lord, and that it would be his duty to one day take the Dark Mark himself, but he played along with the ruse and continued in this farce they had him play.

Potter and his snivelling trio wanted to do more, be big heroes once more, but Dumbledore was forcing them to stay in Hogwarts.

All communication by owls or floo or whatever was being heavily scrutinized. Other than the fact that he disliked not having his privacy, Draco didn't mind. The only person he truly communicated with was Chloe, and not only were they talking of other things that couldn't endanger anyone, but she was a muggle-and the fact that he was constantly communicating with a muggle had people starting to look at him differently. A couple of the teachers were giving him looks that said they weren't sure anymore what side of the war he would swear loyalty to (when months before he knew they were sure he'd follow Lord Voldemort to the death) and this was good for him.

Sometimes he spoke to his father, but that was mostly only for pretenses.

They knew their communications were being watched, so in their conversations by Floo, Draco would tell his father about Chloe, a muggle, and her letters. Lucius would play his part masterfully, feigning interest in her, and had even once asked to see her picture. Draco had to admit that he was glad they were being monitored, because this way he could talk to his father and tell him things the way he wished he could. Chloe had mentioned her father being understanding and eager to listen to her and about her exploits. She admitted to keeping a lot from him for his own good, but his was always there for her when she chose to open up.

Lucius Malfoy was no Gabe Sullivan.

If it wasn't for that fact that this was great publicity in a sense, Lucius would have had a fit about his son having to communicate with a muggle. He would have probably used his position in the Ministry, and as one of the Governors of Hogwarts, to make it so that Draco didn't have to participate in this group activity.

He was already pissed off that Draco was forced to attend Muggle Studies.

So while Draco knew it was an act on his father's part, and he knew his father believed him to be acting as well, the teenager just took advantage and pretended it was real.

But still, when his father visited him in Hogwarts later, he began to grow suspicious.

"Is this her father?" Something was off in Lucius' voice as he held the most recent picture Chloe had sent Draco.

Ever since the first picture, Chloe had been supplying Draco with pictures of herself, her friends, HER Potter, and her family. When Lucius had found out about this he'd suddenly decided his fatherly instincts required a trip to visit his son, and yet all he'd truly wanted to see were the pictures, and to go over the letters.

It made Draco uncomfortable.

He didn't like this new interest his father had concerning his muggle.

"No." The young Slythern tried to keep the reluctance to answer out of his voice. "It's her uncle, Sam. According to her he's her mother's sister's husband, and he's the general of some muggle army."

"Who else have you shown these to?" Lucius turned to his son, fierce.

"No one!" Draco's eyes widened, taking a step back, surprised at the intensity in his father's face.

"Good. Good." Lucius nodded, calming once more as he looked at the pictures. "Her mother?"

"She abandoned her when she was eight."

Lucius turned to Draco and glared viciously, obviously angered at this answer. "She would not dare!"

"Father?" Draco frowned, taking a cautious step towards them.

"Tell no one of this Draco. No one." Lucius had then pocketed the picture with Chloe's uncle, cousin, and her. He'd made small talk and then left.

Draco had a terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach after that, and whenever his father tried to ask him questions about her in the future via Floo Channel, he hedged them as best as possible.

It was due to that same reason that he had put off reading Chloe's latest letter.

Every time his father talked to him he asked if he'd heard from Chloe, as if Draco didn't read the letter he wouldn't be lying to his father and Lucius wouldn't pick up on that. But in the end his curiosity to see what she'd written to him won out, and he gave in, opening the letter and reading it in the safety of his bed.

Attn: My Reluctant Shrink

You must be getting tired of reading about my troubles. So what? You're stuck having to read about them :P

The nightmares still won't go away. Usually Night Terrors happen to kids or adults, and I'm in between. Though I've been told that stress and not being able to sleep can bring them all. All I know is that apparently I've suddenly developed this syndrome and it's affecting my poor father. He's so amazing, always taking care of me and putting me before everything. I don't really miss having a mother because my father is everything I need or could ever want in my life.

And for some reason he's very proud of me :)

My Uncle Sam is actually moving to the army base in Metropolis, which is like an hour's drive from where I live. This means I'll get to see my cousin Lois more often, which is amazing. It's interesting that now all of a sudden Uncle Sam wants to live here, since he's always lived all over the States. But still it's nice to have family close by.

You're going to hate me for this.

But I might be making friends with MY Potter.

Yeah yeah, stop throwing the rotten fruits/vegetables already.

You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you exactly HOW, but Lana was a big reason why I was found when I was kidnapped by Deputy Watts. Ever since then she's been friendly and stopping by the Torch and has been making the effort to become friends with me. It has me a little confused because I want to still resent her and go back to how things were, but she's actually really nice and is spending time with me. I've never had a 'girl' friend before, I've always only had guys before.

Oh! And guess what? I asked her if she had any family in England, and she said that she asked her Aunt Nell, and while the woman was vague about it, she admitted that yes, they have family in England. So that means YOUR Potter might actually be related to MY Potter. That would be trippy, wouldn't it?

Also, my cousin has come to stay with us while her father finishes the transactions and such to move. We've had to write each other for years to keep into contact since she moves from army base to army base with Uncle Sam, so its been really nice to have her here with me and actually TALK to her for once.

I introduced her to Lana yesterday, and you know something very weird? They've been having Night Terrors as well lately, and they've started the same time mine has. And I think we might be having nightmares of the same monster. That's freaking me out a little.

Father has insisted that I have Lana sleep over this weekend so that she can get to know Lois and such. Her Aunt Nell was just as eager for her to make friends with us, and I guess it'll give me the opportunity to know Lana better. Uncle Sam and dad apparently know Lana's Aunt Nell from way back before our births, which I find interesting since no one's ever mentioned this despite dad and I living in Smallville for a couple of years now. But the adults are all acting like chummy old friends.

Oh, I took a picture of the three of us and I'm sending it to you in this email as an attachment (which you already know, obviously). You must be sick of all of the pictures I've been sending you! You know, you COULD retaliate by flooding me with pictures in return of you and your friends and life in that stuffy old boarding school of yours. Other than that one picture you attached to your email that one time I haven't seen any other from you. I'm beginning to think that really isn't a picture of you.

Well, I have to go. I wrote this while I was out with Lois and Lana, getting some supplies for the weekend sleepover, and I just got a call from daddy saying that we're needed at home, that some old family friends had just 'popped by' unexpectedly. I don't know who these old family friends are since I don't recognize the names he mentioned, but I guess I'll meet them soon enough.

Since we're having problem with Internet at home I had to come to an internet cafe to write to you. I'll send this email before heading home, and when I respond to your next message I'll let you know if anything else interesting has happened here on my end of the world.

Chloe Sullivan, The American Who Puts Up With You For Some Reason

Draco looked at the picture.

Chloe was smiling at the camera, frozen as in all muggle pictures, and on either side of her stood two brunettes. One was her tall cousin, and the other was the Girl Potter.

Draco ignored them and frowned as he leaned back in his bed, arm behind his head as a pillow as he looked at Chloe's frozen face.

He was really getting annoyed with this inferior muggle technology.

For once he'd like to see his correspondent doing something. Relieving the moment. Laughing with the two brunettes. Something.

It seemed so...wrong...for them to be so still.

It was almost as if they were dead.

He made a face.

"Oy, Malfoy."

He looked up and glared at the one who'd dared disturb him. "What do you want, Zabini?"

"A word." Zabini nodded towards the curtains around the bed. "In private."

Raising an eyebrow, Draco twirled his wand and recited the spells needed to close the curtains and cast a silencing spell so that no one could hear what would be said. "Speak quickly, I do not have all day to listen to whatever it is you need to say."

"Your pen pal." Zabini frowned. "She is from Smallville, is she not?"

Draco's eyes narrowed, sitting up in bed, lips curled.

He didn't like this sudden interest in his muggle. "What's it to you?"

"Have you heard from her recently?" Zabini folded his arms over his chest.

Draco stood up from bed, clutching the picture tightly. "What are you getting at, Zabini?"

"My pen pal is from Smallville, and two weeks have gone by and I haven't heard a word from her." The dark skinned Slytherin replied, trying to make his face look uncaring, but just the fact that he'd come to look for Draco betrayed otherwise. "She writes me once a week, and I haven't heard from her. Smallville is so small a town it is hardly visible on muggle maps, and there is only one high school there. If your pen pal is from Smallville she will know if something has happened to my pen pal."

Draco sneered, utterly disgusted. "You're worrying over a muggle Zabini. How utterly pathetic! Don't tell me you've actually grown attached to her."

Zabini's eyes flashed with anger, before he took in a deep breath, calming himself. "I was just wondering if it was your pen pal who was the other girl who went missing." He turned to leave. "Guess I was wrong."

Draco suddenly froze. "Missing?"

Zabini paused, not turning back to him and yet talking. "I heard Granger talking to Weaslette. Apparently she's writing to some girl in Smallville who mentioned two girls from the high school going missing. Her pen pal never mentioned names, but considering that I am the only one who hasn't received his letter I'm beginning to think Lana may have been one of the girls that went missing."

"Lana?" Draco felt his body go numb. "Lana Lang?"

Zabini turned at that, eyes fierce. "What do you know about her?"

Draco hesitated, Malfoys enjoying having power and knowledge over others. But he then numbly passed the picture in his hand to Zabini. "Chloe and her were becoming friends."

"When did you get this?" Zabini asked, eyes on the picture. "Did you receive this recently?"

"No." Draco felt himself grow cold as he looked at the letter on the bed. "I-I got this letter a week or two ago-but I hadn't opened it till now." He sat down. "Chloe usually would send me an annoying flood of letters by now complaining about my 'radio silence' as she calls it whenever I don't respond to her letters immediately."

Zabini finally tore his gaze from the picture to look at Draco. "Can you try and get into contact with her? Everyone else has heard recently from their corresponders."

Draco nodded, too numb to put on a face and sneer while asking what he would get if he did this for Zabini.

Instead he snatched the blank parchment to his side and quickly wrote.


Answer this back immediately, you hear me? Write down any little useless babble you can think of, but send me a response immediately.


He sent it out by owl minutes later.

And never got a response.


Before everyone tries to assassinate me-this is build-up for a sequel! Calm down everyone!