This is the sequel to Choices. Sorry about the wait, I was trying to make sure I could actually continue where I got stuck at.
Summary:
it’s been twelve years since Draco and Hermione’s deaths. Dezi has grown up with Harry as her father, Ginny as her mother, her brother, Darren, who is twelve and in his 2nd year, four years younger than she is, and her sister, Chloe, who was sixish years younger than she was and going into her first year.
Since Dezi has gone to Hogwarts, people have been after her because she’s a Malfoy in Gryffindor, and that she’s a ‘mudblood Malfoy’. They constantly remind her of the fact that she’s truly an orphan. After five years of this torture from the students, she falls into an even deeper state of misery (not depression just to make that clear, but she isn’t exactly happy...) in her 6th year, and despite her friend Kristal trying to help, it just doesn’t work.
But then a boy mysteriously shows up at Hogwarts, almost out of thin air, claiming to be a sixth year Gryffindor as well. He doesn’t care that Dezi is really a Malfoy, and he shows Dezi that it doesn’t matter who you because of where you come from, but who you really are and want to become. (There’s a secret about who the boy is BTW, you’ll probably figure out who he is before I reveal who he is and what happened to him). You know me, things will probably move fast =) (and like I've said, it'll go fast cause of my lack of ideas... dunno how long this F.F will be, but I'm sure this'll be the last F.F in line with Secret Love and Choices)

BTW, I DID make sure to incorporate Draco and Hermione You’ll find out in future chapters how I do so (YES, they ARE dead, I’d like to remind ya ).

And also, you all remember how Dezi’s eyes could change colour, right? Well she was a born Metamorphmagi, but the shock of her parents deaths affected her (as it did for Tonks when Sirius died, that sort of thing), and she hasn’t used her power since then, let alone it hasn’t even been working with her eyes changing with her emotions or anything... so ya Just wanted to make that clear too, something'll happen with those abilities actually...

The first chapter is kinda short... but ya, it just leads up is all I can say...
Anyways, I'll stop rambling now
Enjoy the start to a new F.F
Sarah

Chapter 1
Fed Up

Dezi tossed her things inside an empty compartment. The wall of the compartment shook with the force her luggage was tossed at. Dezi didn’t care, she was mad, and once a Malfoy was mad, there’s no point in fighting it.

Sitting down in a seat, she put her face in her hands. She didn’t want to go back, she was practically pushed on the train by Ginny, and just last night Dezi had a fight, ‘yelling match’ as Darren had put it, with her ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ that they managed to get Mrs. Black involved.

“Nothing has gone right in my life... why me? Why the hell does it have to be me...?” Dezi thought aloud. Everything plummeted as soon as the Sorting Hat had yelled ‘Gryffindor’ when she was sorted. It truly plummeted when she was born, the moment her real mum went to a Malfoy of all people. If only they were alive, then she wouldn’t be thrown into this madness called her life.

“Didn’t want to come back, eh?”

Dezi looked up and saw her friend Kristal close the compartment door closed.

“What makes you say that?” Dezi asked sarcastically.

“It was hard not to notice your mum push you onto the train.”

“She’s not my mum,” Dezi spat as she turned away, putting her feet on the seat beside her and hugging her legs to her body.

“So sorry,” Kristal said with a similar sarcastic edge Dezi used moments before. “Your adoptive mother. Should I call your father your adoptive father as well?”

Dezi rolled her eyes.

“You had a fight again, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“What about this time?”

“Coming here.”

“Why waste time fighting about something like that? It’s futile.”

Dezi glared at Kristal.

“What?”

Dezi shook her head and looked away again, back out the window to the passing land of the outskirts of London.

“God... I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“This! Take the load from you, day in, day out! Six years, I’ve put up with it that long. Trying to help, it’s just a waste of time!”

“Kris...”

“No, I’ve had enough of it. If you’re lucky you’ll find someone else to annoy, and you made it bloody well clear you aren’t lucky.”
Kristal got up, grabbed her things and left, slamming the compartment door shut. Sighing, Dezi stayed where she was, oblivious to the fact she had just thrown away her only friend.

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Sarah I LOVE IT okay so it's only one chapter so far but still girlie i love it so much i'm glad you made another sequel to that one it's great i love it love it love it and i love how this one is about Dezi and i's so good i love you for that.
-sarah your reader from Secret love! he he

What else would it be about? Draco and Hermione in...
I'll post later on I guess... depends. Maybe in a few mins cause I'm gonna be gone in a few hours for the rest of the day
Aw dang, I shoulda tried that! But this is a bit easier neways...

That took forever to get up tho!
And yay, my faithful Sarah reader! Been awhile
Ya, I will post the next chapter now. It introduced how I bring Draco and Hermione into the story... kinda obvious if you think about it, but it's fairly important that you read it all in the end
next post=next chapter (ooh, been awhile since I've said that!).

Ok, I'm not gonna update til tomorrow or later than that maybe...
Mainly cause I dunno when this FINALLY got posted and I might be 'updating twice in a day'... and I don't wanna do that often, specially since I managed to get myself stuck again in this F.F

Ya, the 'dream' is the start of... well everything. Trust me, read everything in the italics (the dreams), cause it'll explain a lot soon enough (trust me, I mean soon... had a lack of ideas so this F.F kinda skips through the days and weeks pretty quickly and ya...)
Enjoy!
Sarah

Chapter 2
The Dream

The first few weeks went by very slowly. Every class felt like days of arduous work, a whole day of classes felt like years. Dezi loathed her ‘parents’ for forcing her to return. She at least had a choice to return or not for next year, and she knew she wouldn’t, it was her choice and she couldn’t be pushed around by Harry and Ginny anymore. She went to bed mad, yet sad once more, she had nearly been sent to the hospital wing because of a group of Slytherins using her as their ‘practice target’. She blamed her guardians for her real parents death’s, she blamed Harry most of all, she knew the story full well now, about how he was given an option, yet he watched the death of his best friend and her husband, how he had ‘accidentally’ killed her parents.

Dezi was in a group of people, but she couldn’t see who they were. The wall in front of her was broken down, and behind the wall were four people. Two had black costumes with skull masks, one had curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, and the other had light platinum blonde hair and pale grey eyes. The two looked as though they had been starved for some days now, but beneath their sullen expressions was fear.

“You can’t beat us, you’re outnumbered by 11,” a voice said with confidence. Dezi recognized the voice, but she couldn’t see his face.

“You fools, you can’t beat us. We’re stronger, better, more powerful.”

“Think again,” the male voice in the group sad coldly. Dezi pushed through the small group, they didn’t seem to notice. When she got to the front, she recognized the scar. The same, vibrant lightning bolt scar she had known her whole life, the one hidden by messy black hair. She turned to look at the two fearful faces, and them she realized who they were. She remembered them from so long ago, the times when they were around.

Suddenly, one of the costumed wizards, Dezi recalled them being known as ‘Death Eaters’, thrust their wand into her mother’s, Hermione’s, neck. She was forced to the left, onto her father’s shoulder.

“You wouldn’t...” someone in the group behind Dezi said.

“We would,” the second Death Eater said as they pushed their wand into Draco Malfoy’s neck. He gagged momentarily, and Dezi felt tears prick at her eyes.

“You can Apparate! Leave the manor, anything!” she screamed. No one seemed to hear her.

“You walk away, nothing happens...”

“And if we don’t?” Harry challenged.

“They die.”

A darkened silence entered the room.

“So, what’ll it be?” the other Death Eater asked in a snake-like way. Dezi turned and looked at the young version of Harry, her vision blurred from tears. He didn’t say anything.

“Tell them to Apparate, they can get out of this!” Dezi yelled at him, hoping he could hear. He didn’t.

“Decide?”

Dezi’s gaze burned on Harry, but she then turned back to the Death Eaters and her parents.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Her father’s body went limp, and he sagged to the floor. Dezi heard her mum’s shriek of horror beyond the gag, she saw the tears flow from her eyes like a river that had overflowed. Dezi tried to move, but she was rooted the spot, she couldn’t close her eyes to rid of the sight in front of her, her tears were a block. Out of the corner of her eye, Dezi saw Harry raise his wand, but...

“Avada Kedavra!”

Fresher tears sprang from Dezi’s eyes as she saw Hermione go down to the floor, just as dull and lifeless as Draco was. She wanted to be anywhere but here, but she couldn’t go anywhere, she was stuck to the ground.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Two flashes of green light narrowly missed Dezi and they hit the two Death Eaters. Dezi spun around to see who had summoned the strength to do that. She recognized the faces of the Weasley twins, the ones that had let her stay in their joke shop after hours, take anything for free, that had let her work there during the summers. They were the ones that kept her sane enough to live, their unique ways of showing that they cared.

Dezi shot up in her bed. Either her face was sweating majorly, or she had cried during the night. She looked around the room and saw it was empty. She realized it was Saturday, and it was nearly noon. Another day that was just full of suffering for her, what joy.

Getting up, she slowly got dressed and made her bed. Walking out of her dorm, she left the empty common room to go and get lunch. Before she could even make it to the Great Hall, the last thing she remembered it turning the corner of the hallway...

Hello there! This is just awsome!!!! i'm really happy u actually did it! it's really great!!! i can't wait for more.... and i should go check Fallen... haven't been there in a while... i guess i missed a Lot! of post... loll i'll try to catch up... but i'm kind of tiered t-day... so i'll see but i promise to catch up! anyhow! super post!!!!

okay my faithful writer i love the way you write and don' post for a few days we understand don't listen to us about how much we want to know what happens so it's okay just i love to know your doing okay i love knowing that you write very well.
-sarah
P.S. i know long time no see of text.

Funny thing is that's what makes me crack... but I won't! I won't...
I'll leave it for a few days... just until I see some other old readers

twinneh!! at last, the sequel!! and i love it!! altho i wish draco and hermione would come bak to life. i'd love that. oh well, cant wait 4 more!!! PAMS!! PAMSOiD!!

they might be dead, but they play a fairly important role in this F.F You'll find out, you'll find out...
And I do wish they were alive too! But things just had to work out that way I guess...

Ya, dunno when I'll post next, to occupy my time I'm just editting this movie I'm making for my bro's grad gift (he's graduating high school this year), so ya... even with doing that there's this nagging 'Post... you know you want to post... POST...' in the back of my head.
Few more days

OMG!!!!! Sarah! you finally did a sequel to Choices! I love it! Major cliffy tho. You better post soon! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!

that's why I'm putting off the next post for a few days. I'm completely adding a new chapter (chapter 4), so when I do post the next chapter, be warned it will be a bit of waiting, since I'm still in the beginning of rewriting chapter 4 (well... adding it, after that I gotta change the numbers of chapters).
I might post tomorrow or the day after... dunno, depends

Fine, it's been three days and I HAVE To post the next chapter!
Here it is... ya, have fun
Sarah
P.S: Do you want me to start putting spaces between paragraphs? Like you know, something like:
yadaya yadaya yada

Yadayaydayada...
Or keep it the way it is right now? Cause I know reading wise it can be easier to have the paragraph spaces, so I don't mind doing that if you all want me to.
Anyways, this chapter doesn't have the spaces. I'll do the spaces in the next chapter and you can say if you want the spaces or not
Anyways, here's the next chapter!
And I feel like using Pink today... very rare!

Chapter 3
Shane White

Light flooded into Dezi’s eyes. She was looking up at the ceiling of a room. Squinting to get a better look at things, she saw the Matron hovering above her.

“Oh, you’re up. Take this.” She handed Dezi a potion and scuttled off. Sitting up, she saw the face of a black haired, grey eyed boy that looked to be around her age.

“Uh... hi?” she said, unsure of what to say exactly. “Who’re you?”

He appeared to be in thought for a moment.

“Shane,” he said, smiling. “I never caught your name...”

Dezi couldn’t help but feel like she knew this guy, she swore she’s seen him before. Wherever she saw him before, she had to admit that he was handsome. No, not now... he’s probably just like everyone else, wanting to break me down even more than I already am...

“Desiree, but Dezi works. So what’re you doing here?” she responded somewhat hesitantly.

“I happened to pass by as a group of Slytherins sent a flurry of hexes at you in the corridor outside the Great Hall.”

“What happened after that...?”

“Well you’ve been unconscious for the past two hours, that’s all there is to it,” Shane responded, shrugging.

Dezi couldn’t help but smile. She’s never had a good enough reason to smile in so long, it surprised her when she did.

“You might to drink that,” Shane commented casually.

Unwillingly, Dezi took down the potion. It had a bitter-sweet-sour taste, completely horrible. Her face tightened as she forced it down. Shane chuckled.

“So what house are you in anyways? I mean, you obviously aren’t in Slytherin...”

“Gryffindor.”

“Really?” Dezi asked, amazed. Maybe that’s where she’s seen him. “What year?”

“Sixth.”

“Huh...” Dezi didn’t recall ever seeing him in any of her classes, but now that she thought of it, she hadn’t a clue if she saw him in the common room.

“What year are you in?”

“Sixth as well... I don’t remember seeing you in any of my classes.”

“Well I don’t either, but it’s not like I really pay attention...”

Dezi smiled again. This boy had her starting a new record for how many times she’s smiling in under an hour, let alone a day. It might be fairly sad that she’s smiled twice in under an hour and that’s her ‘record’, but Dezi’s life has been that hard.

“Always getting in trouble?”

“I guess you can say that,” he responded, shrugging.

Before Dezi could respond, her head started spinning again.

“Something wrong, dear?” the matron asked her as she passed by again.

“Just... dizzying... what was in that potion?”

“Oh, just one of the side affects, nothing to worry about. Mr. White, it might be best if you leave for now.”

Before Dezi could complain, Madam Pomfrey walked away again.

“If you want, I can come back later,” Shane said.

“If you have time,” Dezi responded, smiling once more.

“I’ll see you later then, Dezi.” The new boy got up and left the hospital wing.

“He’s been here the whole two hours,” the old matron Madam Pomfrey told her. “He refused to leave until you woke up.”
“Really?” Dezi asked, the world around her turning blurry and starting to spin again.

“Yes, worried sick, that boy...”

Before Dezi could say anything more, she had fallen back into the hospital bed, asleep once more.

Oh that was good sarah you are so good i love it keep away i don't want this to be over. so keep away from this bored!!!!!! i mean it i'll curse you! okay so i won't but please i don't want this to be over so soon.

I'm on like, chapter 13 and I'm only in like, January or sumthin... it might be around the same length as Secret Love (16 chapters), but I bet it'll be longer than that, but not as long as Choices.
Ya, I feel like updating now since I have the window in MS Word open, so I'll post the next chapter! Really short (it's all about the dream really, I just kinda saw a need for the dream to be in there, but I had no ideas outside of that so it's like, two sentences in reality). Cause of that, I'll post two chapters today

Yep, couldn't think of a good chaptername so I just used the chapter I looked back on for this dream
Like I asid, chapter 5 will be up today as well cause of this chapter being like, only the dream... (I added this one just recently... like a few days ago)
Ya, enjoy the shortness
Sarah

Chapter 4
The Wedding Gone Wrong

Dezi sat in a soft, cushioned chair. All she could see in front of her was a shadow, which seemed odd to her. In front of that shadow was a clear image of a priest, which was as far as she could see, and closer to her was... Draco? And Harry was next to him... how come he’d never said he was Draco’s best man, let alone groomsman?

Of course, next to Harry was Ron. Ginny, along with two others Dezi didn’t recognize, where on the opposite side. Next to Ginny was a small, very light blonde toddler in a lace and silk white dress with a small basket. Dezi’s memory kicked in and she realized that this was her parents wedding, and she was looking at her toddler self, whose eyes suddenly changed to a vibrant sky blue, startling her. Since when could she do that?

Suddenly, the sound of two doors opening echoed into Dezi’s ears. Along with everyone else, she turned around and saw a woman with curly brown hair and in a white dress.

“Mum...” Dezi thought as she watched her come slowly down the aisle. Everything passed by slow, even with it started snowing it seemed as though you could see every detail of each snowflake because of the ‘speed’.

When Hermione finally made it to the altar, the priest, just as slow, proceeded. His lengthy speech lasted a long while. Dezi tuned it out after the first few words, but she clearly caught the end.

“If anyone has any objections to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I’ve got a problem with it,” a cold sneer came from behind. Dezi spun around in her chair and saw a group of masked, black hooded figured advancing.

“Death Eaters...?"

Dezi then clued in. The wedding... the day her parents were taken away, it was the last time she truly saw them... alive. The Death Eaters dragged her parents away, and with a crack, they were gone.

Dezi shot up from her bed, but her head spun and pain stabbed it. Before she could say another word, she fell back onto the hospital wing bed, back into the abyss of these weird dreams.

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Jessica

looks like I can post the next chapter
More than half is the dream... as normal really...
Anways, enjoy!
Sarah

Chapter 5
The Burrow

Dezi was in a kitchen. She was amazed at the sight, everything was enchanted to do something, the pans were washing themselves, dishes were being put away... she even saw a pair of knitting needles at work magically.
Thump! Crash!
Spinning around, Dezi saw two heads, one was black and the other was a chestnut/chocolate brown. When the brown-haired girl stood up, she seemed to be about Dezi’s height, five foot six.
“Sorry...” the girl mumbled. She reached down to help the black-haired boy, and he seemed to be unwilling when he finally gave her his hand. The girl pulled him up, and he pulled away quickly, nearly making the girl fall.
“You’re welcome, jeez!” As the girl stormed away, Dezi realized the girl was around her age, at least seventeen. Looking at her brown eyes, Dezi realized it was her mom, Hermione, as a slightly bushy/curly-haired teenager.
“Sorry...”
Hermione stopped where she was. She turned around slowly, her back now to Dezi.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry,” the black-haired boy, who Dezi realized was Harry, spat, unmoving. His back was facing Hermione and Dezi.
“You’ve got a lot more to be sorry about than just that,” Hermione scoffed.
“Like?” Harry asked, still unmoving.
“You want a list?”
Harry turned around slowly. His green eyes burned into Hermione and Dezi. Dezi just watched, confused. She’d never heard of this happening before.
“Yeah, what should I be sorry about?”
“Spreading around my private life is a start,” Hermione huffed.
“If you’re talking about your brainwashed relationship with Malfoy, that was I, not me,” Harry responded, rolling his eyes. “Even I wouldn’t stoop that low.”
Dezi was surprised. How long had her mum and dad been together before they ‘made a mistake’? She was never told exactly, but she never really wanted to know. Looking out the window of the kitchen, Dezi noticed it was snowing. It must be Christmas break...
“But you’d stoop low enough to write those pathetic little notes?” Hermione countered.
“Again, that was Ron, not me. You addressed that to Ron awhile back anyways, as you might remember.”
“Low enough to ignore and give cold glares because of my choices? You can’t blame that all on Ron.”
Dezi realized she didn’t clearly remember the last time she saw her ‘uncle’, Ronald Weasley. She remembered hearing Harry and Ginny fighting about how they should visit, but Harry was mad at Ron for something... she didn’t remember anymore. Was that stupid fight still going on? That must've ben at least four years prior to Dezi's 6th year.
Harry clenched his jaw.
“Look, I’m sorry if Malfoy beat you for once, but you shouldn’t be taking it out on me,” Hermione snapped.
Dezi remembered her mom and Harry always helping her when she was a toddler, but what that because she and him were together? Was he forced? Dezi snapped out of her thoughts again.
“It’s not even about that, Mione.”
“Really? What is it about then?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
Harry glared.
“See, there you go again. Just because you can’t answer a question it’s all my fault.”
“I never said it was!”
“Then what do you say? I mean, according to your terms, since I can’t seem to get it right.”
Harry was silent.
“Why can’t you accept my choices? Like a true friend would. Honestly, Ginny doesn’t like the thought, but she’s still talking to me and hanging around. Even Lavender and Parvati accepted it. There’s a different between acceptance and liking an idea, Harry. Just accept my choice, and maybe things might be a bit easier.”
“Do you think it’s easy to see your best friend snogging your enemy? Do you think it’s easy to watch one of your closest mates pull away from you? Do you think it’s easy to see the one you’ve actually had feelings for as more than a friend with someone that’s born enemies?” Harry snapped back, eyes flashing angrily. “Just the thought of it is hard to bear with, let alone seeing it happen. It was hard enough to accept the fact that one of the only people I’ve loved turn me down, but to accept my oldest rival and foe together with them is impossible.”
Dezi’s question was answered right there.
“Can you... accept it just enough that we can be friends again?”
Dezi heard Hermione sniffling lightly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from crying.
“Come here,” he said quietly.
Dezi watched Hermione walk up to him and hugged him tightly. Harry hugged her as well, lightly stroking her back sympathetically.
“Cheating on you boyfriend, Hermione?”
Hermione pulled her head away from Harry and looked up at the stairs. Dezi’s attention went to the stairs of The Burrow, her ‘uncle’ Ron was glaring at Harry and Hermione.
“And fraternizing with the enemy, Harry?”
Harry pulled away from Hermione and looked up as well.
“Just drop it, Ron,” he said coolly.
“Taking her side, eh?” Ron spat. “Wonder why...” he had a sarcastic edge in his voice.
“Not taking any sides here,” Harry retorted.
“Really? Certainly looks like it.”
“Are you on the not-trusting-anyone side, Ronald?” Hermione snapped. “Because it certainly ‘looks like it.’”
I glared at the two of them. He turned his cold glare to Harry.
“I thought you were my best mate,” he said, shaking his head slowly.
“Ron...” Harry responded, voice rising in a warning way.
Ron stormed back upstairs, leaving Harry, Hermione and Dezi on the main floor. They could hear his feet stomping all the way up the stairs, getting fainter and fainter the higher he went.
“No wonder I haven’t seen you in so long!” Dezi yelled. Light from the window entered her eyes suddenly...
Dezi shot up from the bed, sweating.
“Bad dream?”
She looked to the left side of her bed and saw Shane.
“Not exactly... just odd... again.”
“Again?”
“Second dream about my parents, that’s all,” Dezi responded, shrugging. She yawned. “What time is it?”
“It’s Saturday morning.”
“How early?”
Shane looked at his watch.
“Seven-thirty.”
“You’re up early.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“No wonder you look tired...”
Shane smiled weakly.
“Oh, Madam Pomfrey,” Dezi said as the matron passed by. “Would I be allowed to go or...”
“You’ve still got a few more days here, dear,” the matron responded. Before Dezi could even think of a response, she hustled away to another bed.
“Can I at least have breakfast?” Dezi called back to the matron. Shane chuckled.
“Well I didn’t get any breakfast or dinner last night, I’m starving! I could a whole cow or something...”
“Well then don’t go about four beds down,” Shane responded. Dezi looked down the rows of beds and saw an infamous Slytherin Hazel Zabini, daughter of Pansy Parkinson-Zabini and Blaise Zabini. Dezi chuckled (for the first time in at least a year).
Suddenly, a tray full of pancakes, corn flakes with milk, orange juice and sausages appeared on Dezi’s lap.
“Thank God,” she breathed as she dug in. She inhaled the food within a matter of minutes, the plates and bowls clear of any form of food or drink.
For the next few hours, she and Shane talked for awhile longer. When the lunch bell echoed throughout the castle.
“Well I should eat now before detention...”
“You got detention? What for?”
“Long story,” he responded. “My whole day tomorrow is stuck in Defense Against the Dark Arts because I ‘contradicted the teacher to many times’... and the Potions for mixing two ingredients I kind of stole from the cupboards... got to clean that up now...”
Dezi chuckled and shook her head.
“See you... Monday then?”
“Yeah, probably then,” he responded, smiling. He got up and left the hospital wing, and after what felt like months of being in a dark corner, Dezi finally felt cheery. She finally had a friend that seemed to enjoy being with her as much as she did with him.

I've got one word: AWESOME! even though you just did i can still ask. PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!
Jessica

oh sarah that's so good i love it so much but i'm not so sure if it's that great of a story? i'm just kidding i think it's great you always have me tied into everylast move you make i wish i was that talented when i wrote stories about Harry potter..... but i love it none the less.
-sarah

Lol, it might sem a bit more interesting once you find out the info about Shane (if you think it's kinda subdued right now ) -holds tongue to make sure no more hints decide to come out-
So you wrote stories about Harry? Cool They're probably aswesome tho, even if you think otherwise -didn't know and doesn't know if they're on here and if so is interested-

NEW READER*~*~*~*~

lol..I have read all the stories now
Secret Love- LOVED IT
Choices- made me cry!!
and this is AWESOME

cant wait for more PAMS PAMS

there isn't much to this chapter either... so ya...
can't wait for posting chapter 8! My favourite chapter really...
Anyways, next chapter!
Enjoy!
Sarah
P.S: Welcome secretlover

Chapter 6
Father’s Best Man

Dezi went to sleep angry again. Her ‘father’, Harry, and ‘mother’, Ginny, just sent her a letter that didn’t exactly lighten her spirits. After hearing from them, her old anger for the two came back, same reason. They had reminded her (without realizing), of the fact she indeed didn’t have her real parents around, that she was an orphan under their care.
Dezi was standing in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. It looked worse, more grimy and dusty. She saw Harry at the table, eating what looked like lunch. The kitchen door opened, and she saw her father Draco come up to the kitchen table. He sat across from Harry.
“Potter,” he said flatly. Harry looked up at him.
“Malfoy,” Harry responded with a similar flat tone.
“I need your help,” Draco responded. Dezi looked at Harry and saw a look of genuine surprise on his face, but it got covered by a chuckle. Draco glared.
“What would a Malfoy need help with?”
“Apparently a wedding. I need to ask you about it.”
Dezi’s mind clicked when he said wedding. This was a few months before Draco and Hermione had their wedding, the day that never followed through as planned. A silence filled the room.
“Can you be my best man...?”
Dezi’s mouth dropped. How could he go to someone like Harry for something as important? Even if it didn’t work out in the end... Dezi say Harry’s eyes widen.
“I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Harry asked with a playful smile. Draco ground his teeth and looked down. His gaze went back up to Harry.
“Can you be my best man?” Draco repeated, practically snapping.
“Why do you want me to be your best man?” Harry asked after a moment.
As you might’ve noticed, I don’t exactly have any true friends,” Draco practically snapped. “And I thought since you were bugging me about ‘not paying you back for everything’, this might help ‘pay back’ a bit.”
Dezi remembered when she would stand outside her mom’s door in Grimmauld Place, listening to her complain about how Draco just walked back into her life, expecting everything to be the same, and after they had a few rows how Harry was right and Draco did just mooch off of Harry without paying him back in any way.
Harry chuckled and shook his head.
“You really desperate enough to ask me?”
“Basically,” Draco responded with a smirk.
“Fine, but just don’t expect me to take up this type of favour all the time,” Harry responded, grinning mockingly.
Draco nodded curtly. He got up and left the room. As he opened the door to the kitchen, the light from the other side flooded into Dezi’s eyes...
“It’s noon already!” the matron exclaimed, causing Dezi to jump. Dezi saw her face above a few feet. “Drink this,” she said, handing a potion to her.
Sighting, Dezi sat up and gulped it down quickly. This time it was a strong sour taste. Gagging and crunching her face tightly, she forced it down.
“When you said a few days...”
“Tomorrow,” the matron said.
“But classes don’t get out for another three hours and I have nothing to do.”
“You can sleep...”
Before Dezi knew it, she dropped back to her pillow, deep asleep. There was something in the potions she kept on getting, and she knew it.

*chuckles* yeah I love this story....its freakin awesome.

*dances around* I was first to post YAY

*chuckles again*
yeah im done making a fool of myself lol

GREAT POST PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS

Good post chickie pooh well i love how it kind of ties in everything it's so good i wonder what shanes going to do next? tee hee.

Here's the next chapter It's just like... wow, two days without posting! Amazing, eh...
Anyways, chapter 7. Not much to it, but I promise chapter 8 will be MUCH cooler, you'll find out the secret Shane has...
Enjoy!
Sarah
P.S: I dunno if 'freeing' is a word... so ya, whatever

Chapter 7
Imperius Curse

Dezi saw one of the Death Eaters fall down dead. Looking over her shoulder, she just saw at least three others run out of the room, footsteps echoing through the house of Lily and James Potter in Godric’s Hollow. She turned back and saw Harry kneeling beside a body. Walking up to him and the body, she recognized the blonde head of her father Draco.
“What’re doing here, Pot-Head?” Draco snapped, a loathsome expression taking over his face. Dezi saw a look of horror on Harry’s face.
“Come on Malfoy, we have to go,” he said after a moment.
“What makes you think I’d go anywhere with you?” he responded as he sat up.
“You want a free bed and free food?”
“I’d rather go to a muggle hotel then your old, grimy place.”
Dezi watched Harry pull Draco up off the floor.
“Don’t touch me!” Draco snapped as he brushed his clothes. Harry grabbed his robes and disappeared with a pop. Dezi seemed to follow him, now on a dark road just outside of Grimmauld Place.
“Why am I here?” he snapped.
“You live here, incidentally,” Harry said with a bitter edge as he led Draco to the door of Grimmauld Place. Dezi followed behind them and entered the house along with the two. Harry dragged Draco into the kitchen, Dezi slipped in behind them. She saw Draco’s expression turn to disgust.
“What’s the mudblood doing here?” Draco asked bluntly. Dezi looked to the other end of the kitchen and saw the expression on Hermione’s face, confused yet insulted.
“Hey Malfoy, there’s a bed upstairs with your things on it, why don’t you go up there for a good night’s sleep?” Harry offered.
Draco pulled away from Harry and walked away. He slammed the kitchen door behind him, the walls trembling at the force.
“What the hell did you do to him?” Hermione practically exclaimed. Harry looked completely taken off guard.
“Wha... me? Why would I do something like that to him and drag him all the way back here?” he shot back at her.
“Then why’s he the way he is right now?”
“He was captive of the Death Eaters, Three got away, but one of them must’ve put him under the Imperius Curse.”
Hermione’s expression turned into disgust similar to Malfoy’s earlier and she shook her head slowly.
“Those...”
“I had a suggestion for you,” Harry cut her off. Dezi snorted, knowing what Hermione was about to say.
“What?” she practically snapped.
“Have you read The Daily Prophet recently?”
Hermione scowled. Dezi chuckled.
“Well since you did apparently, you’d know they’ve found an anti-potion for the Imperius Curse,” Harry said. “But it’s really expensive...”
“How expensive?”
“About two thousand Galleons.”
Hermione’s mouth dropped as she gasped.
“What?” she nearly screamed.
“Well I know you have the money...”
“It’s money for the wedding, Harry!”
“Well you’re not going to have a wedding unless you fix Malfoy.” With that, Harry walked away. Hermione fell into her chair, crying softly.
“Mum...”
Before she knew it, Dezi was being pulled away from the kitchen of Grimmauld Place...
Dezi shot up in her bed. Looking around, she remembered she had gotten out of the hospital wing just yesterday. She looked at the alarm clock and noticed it was 7:30am, so she slipped out of bed. Getting changed, she ran down the stairs that led to the dormitories, spurred by her hunger. She was never much of a breakfast eater, but today Dezi felt like she could take an entire farm of animals.
Rounding a corner, she saw a group of Slytherin girls, seeming to be waiting. Not caring, Dezi passed by them, and they didn’t even notice. As soon as she sat down at the Gryffindor table, a small section for her as normal, she took and empty plate and started grabbing one of everything. She heard someone sit down... next to her. Looking to her right, she saw Shane.
“What’re you doing?”
Dezi looked at a girl across the table and down a few seats with an odd expression on her face, looking at Shane.
“Sitting,” he responded as if it was obvious.
“There?”
“Where else?” he responded calmly.
“Next to her?”
Shane looked at Dezi, smiled, then back at the girl.
“Yeah, so?” he responded, shrugging as he started into his breakfast.
Dezi was just as surprised as the other girl was, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. She never had someone at Hogwarts actually want to be near her, even Kristal would be a distance away from her when they were 'friends'. She liked the feeling of having someone that cared around her, it felt freeing. For the first time that she could ever remember, she was wanted as a friend, as someone to be around.
Dezi's stomach rumbled, so she dug into her breakfast as well.

(o.o.s: can't exactly say loved for the 'for the first time...' part now can I? )