Love thy Enemy

Echo awakes to the feeling of emptyness. Draco's presense is not felt in the room and she feels out with tendrils of energy, to find that he's taking a shower, she reaches farther to the rest of the house. Harry - asleep. Ron - asleep. Hermione - awake, downstairs with Lupin and Sirius.

Echo scribbles a note to Draco that she'll be up with breakfast soon and then after he's eaten they'll reveal his presense. She prances down the stairs, still in her night gown, for the kitchen.

"Good Morning, Echo... You're up bright and early," Lupin says sipping his coffee.

"Is it?" She asks, popping bread in the toaster.

Hermione looks up from her book, "Echo, I've been meaning to ask you... Why is your name Echo?"

"Sirius will you?" Echo asks, "I don't want my toast to burn."

"Her name was actually Tara, that was the name her mother gave her, but when she came into my care she never spoke. When she finally did, she would only say what I said, like an echo. So I started to call her my little echo."

"And the name stuck," Lupin interjects.

The toaster spits out the bread with a loud DING. Echo grabs the four slices put them on a plate, snatches some of the bacon from the tray, a couple fruits and two of the jams from the fridge.

"Where are you going with all that?" Lupin asks.

"I was meditating before I came down here and it made me hungry. I thought I might as well eat up there and take some extra in case I get hungry after I sit and hum some more. You never know my diligence might just show me the out come of this war."

"Good girl," Sirius says before anyone could question her further. He knew (of course) that she was taking food for herself and Malfoy.

"I'll probably be down after Harry and Ron get up, you know how to call me if you need me," and with that Echo left the kitchen food in hand.

By the time she got upstairs to her room Draco was out of the shower. She puts the food down on the desk by the window and grabs a bag off the floor handing it to Draco.

"If I'd known you were taking a shower I'd have given you your clothes before you went in."

"I didn't want to wake you."

"That's okay, those are what I got yesterday, we'll get you some more in a few days, those should last you. I won't make any promises about us getting you a wand until after the yelling match we'll eventually deal with down stairs,"Draco nodded. "From what I gathered sifting through your memories last night, my bastard of a father is the one that took your wand for his use."

"Yes, he did."

"I might be able to get it back... Just because he doesn't like me doesn't mean we haven't had contact since he came back," Draco rose an eyebrow in suspicion. "Don't worry you're safe here, he couldn't track us down if he tried. Dumbledore is this home's Secret Keeper though last night he transferred it to me so that way I could make sure you could get here safely."

"I'll go change my clothes, maybe after we eat I can help you." Draco knew that helping her would help him, so offering help for personal gain was never something he minded.

"Very well then... I'll go see who's awake and who ever's not need to be... sometimes it takes a gallon of coffee to get them going in the morning..."

The two went their seperate ways, each thinking of how they could help the other.

As Echo closed the door, a vision hit.

She saw Draco and Harry, they weren't fighting... they were... she started laughing, her brain must be off, there was no way the two enemies could ever, would ever... kiss...