Dont Know What to do My Baby

Blue eyes shot open and a groan left pale rose, full lips as the form kicked off her blankets and moved to get up. There was banging on her door and this was something that was new to her. Checking herself and seeing she was still in her clothes from... she didn't know how long she had been asleep. Getting up fully and dusting herself off from invisible lint, the average height female walked to her door cautiously, her hand on her wand as she cracked the door open, forgetting her glamour. She realized that was a mistake for who was at the door, and she cursed herself when the blonde and black haired witch came bursting through her doors, hugging her tightly.

“We were just seeing if this place was occupied! Not in a million years did I think I would see you! Where have you been!? What are you doing in this old house!?” The witch spoke frantically, forgetting her aristocrat behavior as she held on to the sick frame of the dark violet haired witch before her.

“Narcissa!! Haaasssshhhaaaaa!! Essssaaaa siesh!!!” The witch growled at herself as she was still speaking Parseltongue, managing to get out of the witch's grasp due to the Medi Witch looking shocked and confused. Pursing her lips together, the other went into a drawer, pulling out a paper pad and a quill, scribbling down words in English and handing the paper to the Medi Witch, who took it and read it out loud. “We need to get inside before someone sees....” With those words, she dragged her husband and their son inside, all of them looking at the female before them who was going to a potion.

“Why are you only speaking in Parseltongue, Mal?” Narcissa asked, causing blue eyes to roll in annoyance before the witch took her potion, dropping the cup again but not falling to the floor as she gripped at the table, her body going tense and shaking as pain radiated through her. Once it was over, she wrote something again and handed it to Narcissa, groaning. “Was stuck in snake form for seventeen years in a Muggle house. Couldn't transform back as someone was always around, and thus I had to wait...” Narcissa put the note down before speaking again, “My Gods, Malice, how did you get back? Why here of all places? You could have come and found us!”

Malice sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, popping her jaw a bit before pursing her lips together, seeing if she could form words as she was tired of having to write everything down. “I... heeesss.... I needed to hiiiiiiss..... hide, or people would hhaasssshhhiii, have been bombarding me and I needed time....” Malice let out a breath, feeling mentally exhausted due to the strain of fighting her Parseltongue. “I sssshhhhiiiieee.... should ask you what you're doing heee... here!” The witch was getting angry with herself and her body shook before she grumbled and then went to the other four cauldrons, taking them one by one, including the one to control her insanity.

“Well, we are free, but we need to hide for any Deatheaters that have not been killed or caught in the war as they will see what Draco and Lucius did as a betrayal. Despite the fact that I don't see it as such, my husband was not well enough to battle and I was not going to lose my family because of that lunatic of a Dark Lord!” Narcissa held her head high and Malice snickered, leaning against her potions table as she shook her head softly.

“Always the one for dramatics, 'ey Narcissa. Why you and Lucius were good for one another.” Malice looked over and then her eyes landed on Draco and she smiled brightly, pursing her lips together. “Namesake...” She muttered softly, getting a confused look from Draco and it just made her giggle softly. Draco of course wouldn't remember her as he was just born the last time she saw him, he also didn't know how his name was a namesake to her, but she wasn't going to be the one who spoiled all the fun of his parents explaining. “You'll learn in time, Draco.” The witch said softly as she motioned for people to sit, going to a big wing backed black chair that had blue and silver embroidered into the seams.

“Malice here is a dear friend of mine, Draco. We were both in Ravenclaw together, though I don't know why Mal was sorted at all as she has always been talented in every field. She even is better than your Godfather in Potions. Was almost like she shouldn't have even been in the school with how intelligent she was.” Narcissa said to her son as she sat down, brushing off her robes absently as Lucius sat next to her, in between their son and her, inspecting Malice.

“My dear, you look awful.” He muttered softly, inspecting Malice carefully while their son was looking at the ground, listening to everything.

“You're one to talk. Doesn't look like you've been sssiieeee... sleeping well. I guess that has to do with where you were for a while, doesn't it?” Mal muttered softly, looking away from him. “Siaaa.. Sorry, that was rude of me.” The witch looked down but Narcissa 'tutted' while shaking her head.

“No, no, you're right, Malice. Even the year he was in Azkaban has not been as kind as it could have been. We made a huge mistake and I doubt we have completely condoned for it, but Mr. Potter took our defense for some reason. We just now have to hide.” The Medi-Witch muttered softly, almost in disbelief on what had happened in the past three weeks.

“Took your defense? The war only ended yesterday.” Malice was confused on how fast the broken Ministry was catching up on their business. Her words, though, got a confused look from all three Malfoys, and it was Draco who spoke this time.

“The war ended three weeks ago, we just got out of our trial earlier today.” The young wizard said softly, as if scared of his own voice or being loud. The long ears of the Parseltongue speaker twitched and she shook her head, not believing the boy's words, deciding to stand up and waved her wand, the date coming out into the air with a blue haze, causing Malice to groan and fall into her chair.

“Three weeks..... Three weeks and I haven't been checking up on him!” She cursed herself and growled, the house shaking a little as her pupils elongated and her bones popped a little before someone touched her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Narcissa smiling down at her softly and then leaned down to look her in the eyes.

“He is fine, Draco knows more than we do, though, but we know he's fine. Draco,” the young male looked at his mother and nodded softly, “how is Severus doing?” She asked as Malice was still trying to control herself.

“He rests from time to time, and on those days I take over his classes. Aside from that, he is the same as he has been. Which is shocking as Harry said he watched Snape get bitten by a snake.” Draco said with a calmer tone than when he first spoke as he was starting to trust the woman his mother was seemingly close to.

“At least he rests, even if it isn't as much as he should. He may not have the venom in his system, but he still dealt with a lot for that stupid war my father put everyone through. I sometimes wonder if everyone my father had destined as a pawn was really needed. He had eyes on all of us since we were in school.” Malice sighed and looked down, biting the inside of her lip while Narcissa kissed the top of her head before walking back to her seat.
“As you said, at least he rests.” The Medi-Witch said before speaking more about less emotional things.


=====Hogwarts=======

Snape huffed as he let out his last class of the day, walking towards the Great Hall to do some work to the Entrance. Muttering softly to himself, he was stopped by the Savior himself, causing him to tilt his head.

“Come to say more accusations about my life, Mr. Potter?” Snape muttered softly, his mask on and not cracking. He was slightly annoyed at the boy for doing what he did, but at the same time it saved him from Azkaban, or something even worse. Glaring softly at the green eyed male, Severus was getting ready to pass him when the other male stopped him again.

“I wanted to apologize if I made any false assumptions after seeing your memories in the pensive, Professor.” Harry muttered, looking rather put off on Snape's attitude as even after the War it didn't seem to disappear.

“I can assure you that whatever assumptions you come up with, Mr. Potter, are always wrong. Especially when it falls under people who you have no idea of.” Snape snarled out, sneering at the younger man. “Yet, even so, I guess congratulations are in order for you. You have lived out your prophecy, you killed your target and have survived. Must be wonderful to bask in further glory, and I would very much enjoy if you left me out of it.” Snape's words attacked with so much sarcasm and annoyance that Harry could tell the Potion's Master did not mean a word of it.

“I don't care about the fame. I only came to you because I had a question. Who was that girl in your memories? She seemed rather close with you.” Harry grumbled out, trying to be civil despite the other's lack in the want for such. With his question, though, he could tell he was riding on Snape's last nerve as the Professor looked even more irate than before, but he was standing his ground.

“Who she was is none of your business, but if you MUST pester me so, then her name was Malice Dumbledore, we went to school together. That is all I am sharing with you, and even that is too much as I bet you and that Know-It-All Ms. Granger are going to now venture into HER life.” With those words, Snape walked past the boy and kept his stride, annoyed at what the boy really wanted to know. He was beginning to wonder if she would ever get any peace, Malice was always a study subject and it seemed the only peace she got was that everyone had stopped looking for her. Even her own father had stopped only after two years. Secretly, though, Snape had never stopped looking for her due to his heritage and what she meant to him. Grumbling softly, he sat on a stone, hiding his face in his hands. Where was she, there was a piece inside of him that knew she wasn't dead, so where was she? Snape shook his head and cleared it before students saw him, standing up and getting to work.

========Library===========

Harry went running to the library where he knew his friends were. He smiled to them and sat down, examining his friends before sighing softly, running a hand through his unruly hair. It was Hermione's idea to ask Snape on who the girl was after Harry had explained what the girl looked like. He was beginning to wonder, due to Snape's words, if they really should have done the search on who the girl was. Looking back up to his friends, he spoke.
“Malice Dumbledore, that was her name. She was related to Professor Dumbledore and we never even heard of her.” He said softly, only to get a sympathetic smile from Hermione.

“Well, to be honest, Harry, we didn't know he had a brother or a sister that died, either. I wonder why he never mentioned her, or why we never have seen her come visit the Professor at the school.” Hermione then went to work and was looking through the books in front of her, even the one Rita Skeeter wrote on Albus. “I have seen her name, though.” The witch muttered before gasping, three books open as she found the mentioned witch. “Malice Dumbledore, daughter of Albus Dumbledore and Deciet le Faye, she is known as the most powerful witch in history. By age 11, the young witch had succeeded in all charms, Patronous, and had enough power to make the Ministry have to take action. Before even going to Hogwarts, Malice Dumbledore was registered a guard on her magic..... That's awful.” Hermione muttered softly before going to the next book, reading out loud again. “Malice Dumbledore, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw and Morgue le Fay, was born on Halloween and it is unknown if the youngling is fully witch due to her heritage from her mother's side being vampire and dragon. No wonder she is so powerful...” Hermione looked up at her friends and sighed, but they both nodded for her to continue and she picked up the third book, being the biography of Albus Dumbledore. “Albus Dumbledore had one child, who was rumored to be denied his heir due to the fact of the girl's heritage and gender. Dumbledore only wanted a child for power, and when the girl did not show that she wanted to be with her father, he cast her away. She went to school, top of her class, Malice Dumbledore being a legend far more worthy than even her father, but yet she could never get her father's attention and he always found fault in her. It is said that after school, she ran away, but everyone with friends in the Ministry know that the girl was taken. From there, Dumbledore only searched for his daughter for two years before deeming her dead and called everything off.” Hermione looked confused, pursing her lips together and looking away from her friends.

“What is it, 'Mione?” Ron asked, touching her shoulder to get her attention as she seemed to be looking away in deep thought. He and Harry both knew what to expect once she was finally out of her little thinking trance and they were both trying to get it out of her now. Finally, she lurched forward again and shook her head, reading the passages from all books to herself this time before looking to them.

“If she has dragon and vampire heritage in her, she is not dead. Her body would have wound up with the Ministry, as Fudge put a trace on vampires for when they die, their bodies are accounted for. If there is no news article on her, aside from her winnings, then there is no way she is dead.” Hermione smiled brightly and looked at her boyfriend and her friend, bouncing.

“Well, that's great. How do we find her?” Harry finally said, raising a brow and smirking at his friends thoughtful faces.