Dear Lily *COMPLETE*

Disclaimer: Not mine! I wish! Yes, even Draco Malfoy!

Dear Lily

When the Lestrange's disapparated with Hermione covered in rope, and Amycus had disappeared to make sure that Potter knows; I released Malfoy from the restraining spell.

"Why did you go and do that for?" he grumbled. "I wanted to see my Aunt."

"And get us both killed for it!" I hissed sharply. Get a grip, Severus. "Listen, Draco, you are stuck with me like it or not, and you have to go where I go, and do as I say. Firstly we are going to beat Amycus to it."

"Potter!" Draco scoffed. "I don't want to go anywhere near four-eyes. I thought you hated him as well, sir?" he looked at me, darn that legilimency teaching I averted my gaze. "You kissed the Mudblood as well!"

"Shut up, we're going to find Potter, and we're going now!"

"You are, I'm not!"

He was beginning to rile me the wrong way, I was used to this sort of stubbornness from the Potter boy not from Draco.

"Fine then," I said coldly. "Try to exist on your own. But let me tell you, your mother practically defied the Dark l - You-Know-Who to save your life, and this is the way you repay her by actually running to the very person who would kill you as soon as he gets a look at you."

"You-know-who?" he questioned. "Only the Order members call him that."

"Just do as I say Idiot!"

He gave me another scrutinizing look, and it annoyed me so much that I slapped him in the face! He looked at me, his eyes widened with horror. I looked up, around, anywhere, but at him. I just wanted to get to Potter, so that he could do what he does best, and then I can go on with my life. Not that he would trust me, I better pussyfoot around him, and be as gentle as I could. I had to get him at the right moment. He was like a snake if you caught him in a corner.

"You hit me!" he said sulkily.

"Just follow my orders, and don't argue, then it won't happen again!"

He groaned a bit. And too think I thought I was going to have an easy, conscience wrestling day, but not me, oh no! Whenever have I ever been able to relax? And people wander why I act the way I do. Not that wrestling with a conscience is easy, it's just easier than dealing with two teenage boys who are as stubborn as each other, and filled with hate for the other.

"Come on, we're apparating!"

"Where?" he asked.

"To where Potter lives!"

I took Draco by the arms, and imagined the street where once I visited as a child. Draco, I think, was surprised that I knew the clear details of Little Whingeing. Of course, the Occlumency lessons with Potter also were a great help. He practically handed me the details of Privet Drive. He should have been more careful. His first attempt was good; I just wished he carried on. But his mind was not set for subtlety, he believes in black and white. And, of course, me forcefully evicting him from my office didn't help matters much, that was something else I wanted to talk to Hermione about.

"Whose side are you on?" Draco asked petulantly.

"Whichever side proves beneficial to me at the time like any Slytherin!"

Draco furrowed his brow in thought.

"But this doesn't benefit either of us!"

"It keeps us alive, now be quiet, and hide in this alleyway."

I saw four boys. One I recognised from Potter’s memory as a rat like kid with a personality to match, and another I recognised as his cousin. There were two others whom I did not recognise.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," the round boy who looked like a bizarre amalgamation of Draco, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Why not Big D!" the rat like one said.

"Potter’s moving out forever!" he exclaimed jubilantly. He was looking at a weedy little boy, and a little girl with blonde pigtails.

"Oi, gerout of our patch!"

The poor little ones were about to run away when Potter turned up.

"Don't listen to that blonde pig," Potter said. He gave a look of distinct hatred to his cousin, the one called the Big D looked back at Potter, a little less sure of himself.

The two children didn't know what to do.

"Go on, walk the streets, what's your names by the way?" Potter asked bending low. The little girl stepped forward first.

"I'm Sarah," she said. "Apparently it means Princess! And now you’re my handsome Prince!” Potter blushed, and then he laughed.

"I'm Reuel," the boy said emboldened by his friend. "Don't know what it means."

"I am Harry," he said. "I suppose you've been told not to talk to me?"

The children looked at each other and nodded.

"Then I shouldn't if I were you," he said seriously.

They laughed. And because he seemed nice to them he walked with them around the corner obviously because they lived nearby. He then walked calmly back to these four boys.

"Diddly wuddley, mumsy wants you home for dins-dins now, it's your favourite, swill!"

"I'll get you for vat!"

"I'm a little older than ten and I can beat you at something you can't even do!"

Dudley, I now remembered the name, you mentioned it once in one of our early meetings that your sister always liked that name, stopped in his tracks. The rat like one stepped forward, he was obviously not scared of Potter, which for once I'll admit, was slightly foolish of the muggle.

"I ain't scared of you, considering what I used to do to you!"

"Remember the snake Polkiss?" Potter asked quite calmly. Then the muggle stepped back and looked fervently around as if expecting a snake to come out of every conceivable corner.

"I've got to go to dinner," his cousin said.

"Bye Big D!" his mates said.

Then Potter looked at where I was hiding. I swore his eyes met mine. He shook his head but hung back.

"If you don't hurry I'll eat yours for you!" Dudley said.

"I'm not hungry anyway," he said back. Dudley shrugged his shoulders. Which looked like hard work.

"You're loss!"

Potter drew his wand out and sent a seeking spell after us, out loud! I rolled my eyes, but then we actually came forward.

"That's rather ironic!" he said.

"What is?" Malfoy asked angrily, as he got the full pelt, and it hurt him.

"That was the very same alleyway that I first clapped eyes on my dear wonderful godfather!"

"Ironic!" I agreed. You could cut the air with a sabre, it was so thick between us.

"You've come to collect me then?" he asked his eyes hard; his green eyes that looked so much like yours. "And how are you enjoying being the Big Death Eater you've always wanted to be Malfoy?"

"Shut up Potter!" Malfoy spat contemptuously.

"Well, now you've seen the reason why I didn't, and never have liked you!" Potter exclaimed. "You can thank my dear old cousin Dudley for my hatred of you if you wish!"

"This is no time for bringing up the past something has happened!" I said, before they decided to have another one of those impromptu duels.

"Hark at you!" Potter said turning to me. "If I had a gold galleon for the amount of times you told me I reminded you of my father, and using him as an excuse to hate all of us Gryffindors I'd be richer than the blonde idiot by your side!"

"Say that again!" Draco said poising his wand ready for a duel.

"Look, Potter, I came to give you some information you can take it or leave it, but since I and Malfoy actually witnessed it I think you ought to believe us!"

"Believe you? Isn't that tantamount to trusting you? Professor Dumbledore trusted you and look where he ended up!"

"Look, boy, do you want to save her or not!" I was almost yelling. That stopped whatever he was going to do. He looked from me to Malfoy and again.

"S - save who?" he stammered. I could almost taste the apprehension, the worry. I knew that I had hit the right spot; Potter will do anything to save anyone. Perhaps he has saved me, I don't know, that will have to be found out.

"Miss Granger has been kidnapped by the Dark..." I took a deep breath, saying that would definitely not get me in his good books. "Hermione has been kidnapped by the Lestrange’s and You-Know-Who!" that was actually quite refreshing. I managed to shut Potter up.

"Hermione?" he questioned. "Since when have you been on first name terms with my friend? And You-Know-Who now is it? Last time I was supposed to trust you, you called him the Dark Lord."

"I thought your concern for your friends was more important to you than questioning my motives!" I said a little rankled. "Look, I am not telling you to trust me all I am saying is that I was witness to a very wrong kidnapping and I thought you might want to put it right, I'm not here for the past, I'm now more concerned for the future."

"How do I know that Lord Voldemort didn't send you here to tell me? How do I know that you weren't sent here to lure me in? The way he did with Sirius!" he said.

Hang on, just a minute there, you mean the boy has actually learnt his lesson? Pity it was at the wrong time.

"I'm fed up of trailing after false messages, this time I want proof!" he exclaimed. "If you truly want Hermione out of the Bellatrix's clutches then you better supply proof! It's what Hermione would ask for!"

I threw my hands up in the air.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Perhaps you can wave your magic wand!" He said sarcastically. Then he stalked off.

This left me in a very awkward predicament.

"Come on, Malfoy, we've got things to do there are other people we could try to convince!"

"Do I have to?"

"YES!" I shouted.

He sulked but I took him in my arms to apparate to Grimmauld Place. I wonder if there was anybody there?

Lily please help me succeed in rescuing her. She doesn't deserve it!

Severus

A/N Geekitten: If you don't mind I'll take that Anne Frank comment as a compliment, as she was a real person that went through real things, and she should be an inspiration to all of us... at least you didn't compare it to Bridget Jones.

Anyway, I hope you like this entry.