Danny's POV

Today is my first day at Hogwarts. I've been so nervous, I have already read through this year's books ten times since we got them. When we get there, I have to go with the first years to be sorted. It took everything I had not to turn intangible when I went through the wall to get to the train. I am currently sitting in a boat with three other first years who are all going on about my brother.

"I heard, Harry Potter faced like, a million bajillion dementors at once." says one boy with brown hair and eyes.

"I heard he killed a basilisk his second year with his bare hands!" Said a blond girl with mossy green eyes.

" I heard that in his first year, he beat twenty mountain trolls at the same time." The girl with black hair and blue eyes said.

"Don't you guys think you are blowing those things way out of proportion?" I write. They all glare at me.

"You're one of the people who keep saying Harry is crazy aren't you? Well I say if Harry Potter says it's true, then it's true." the boy says with lots of attitude. I hold my hands up in surrender.

"Calm down, I believe everything he says about Voldemort being back." they all collectively cringe at the name. "All I'm saying is that those tales were exaggerated a bit. He defeated over a hundred dementors, but definitely not more than two hundred. He did kill the basilisk, but he used a sword. As for the mountain trolls, there was only one."

"Oh really? How would you know? You're just a transfer student. All you've heard are rumours." Asks the blond.

"I know because he told me."

"Why would Harry Potter ever talk to you?" The boy asked rudely.

"Because I'm his brother." I write.

"Yeah right. Everybody knows that Harry's brother died with his parents." blond girl says.

"Actually, his body was never found, and therefore, his death was never confirmed." Black haired girls says shyly. "Rumors of Harry Potter's mute twin brother have been going around Diagon Alley for almost two months now." The other two snap their heads to me, then to the whiteboard in my hands. I am then bombarded by questions the whole way to the castle.

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We are waiting in front of the door, ready to be sorted into our houses. I've been told that I will be going after all of the first years since I am going to be a fifth year transfer student. The doors open and we walk in two lines to the front. I am in the far back with a scarlet face at having to be up here with a bunch of first years. I look over to the Gryffindor table to see my brother laughing at my discomfort. I glare at him and focus back on the sorting ceremony. Everyone is sorted leaving me up there alone.

"Congratulations first years. I look forward to the years ahead of us. Before we continue, we have a transfer student who will be starting here as a fifth year. Daniel Potter, please come forward." gasps are heard through the room as I do as told and sit on the stool to be sorted. The hat is placed on my head and I feel a presence in my mind. I immediately block it out.

"Mr. Potter, please lower your mental barriers so you can be sorted. I'm sure it is uncomfortable, but it is necessary. You can put them back up when we are finished." More gasps are heard, this time the teachers are included in this. I reluctantly allow the hat into my mind.

'Much better.' I hear the hat's voice in my head. 'Now to place you. You are very smart, knowing every language and being an accomplished writer, you would fit in well with ravenclaw, but at the same time, it is probably your worst match. You are very loyal to your friends and family. You are also very protective. Unfortunately, you find it hard to trust people and don't make friends easily. Hufflepuff would not turn out well for you either. You are very brave and courageous, but you tend to reject help from others and find your own way. Gryffindor is not the right house for you either. You are smart and cunning. You know how to turn things the way you want with words, but you are willing to take action if you find it necessary. You have a habit of being a loner by choice and you only make friends with those you have deemed worthy. I think the house best fit for you would be...' "Slytherin!" The hat says out loud after what seemed like forever.

Everyone in Slytherin began to cheer wildly. They were shouting something about getting a Potter. I look over at Harry who gives me a reassuring smile while Ron and Hermione scowl for some reason. I make my way over to where my house sits, and sit down in one of the only open seats there. Across from me is a handsome boy with platinum blonde hair and stunning grey eyes. We hold each other's gaze for a while, before he holds his hand out to me.

"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." He introduces. I shake his hand hesitantly and a pleasant warmth runs through me, despite my naturally cold body. Draco shivers at the same time, which must be caused by my cold hand.

"Danny." I reply.

He nods before introducing me to Crabbe and Goyle. He seems to be buttering me up all of dinner, but I mostly ignore it, realizing this is the guy that Ron and Hermione had warned me about. I ignore his pathetic attempts to put me under his control as he seems to have done with Crabbe and Goyle. I go back to my food and ignore everyone around me until a cold chill runs up my spine, gathering in my throat and releasing from my mouth in a barely audible gasp. Immediately my body goes on alert and I prepare for an attack. I relax as a group of spirits enter the dining hall. Spirits are a type of ghost that didn't want to move on, but didn't have anything holding them back, so they became ghosts with no powers. They can't even become tangible to the living or anything from the living plane. I keep my head down in hopes of not being recognized.

"Danny? Are you listening?" Draco asks. I snap my head up and come face to face with the ghost that seems to be floating behind him.

"Bless the ancients. You're..." I shoot the ghost a green eyed glare which immediately makes him shut his mouth.

"Yes, we've already established that he's Daniel Potter and meant to be dead. Speaking of which, how are you not dead? I thought you were hit by the killing curse too." Draco interrupts, accidentally covering for the ghost. I pull my collar up subconsciously and look down. "Sorry, I didn't realize it was a sensitive question." He says, for once seeming sincere. I shake it off as him not being a completely horrible actor.

"I am Bloody Baron. It's an honor to meet you Mr. Potter." the ghost says bowing. It confuses me but I ignore the gesture as a part of how spirits treat those they know can hurt them if they wanted to. That and this ghost seems to be from an older time where they were more formal. I bow my head in return and the ghost widens his eyes in surprise. I give him a confused look but shrug it off and return to my food.

How are you holding up? Harry asks.

Alright. I kinda wish I was with you though. The sorting hat said it wasn't the right fit, but at least I already know people from there. This kid named Draco keeps trying to trick me into being one of his minions. I don't like him. He snorts mentally at this comment.

That's Malfoy for you. You can just ignore him. He's a jerk and he hates half-bloods and mudbloods. The best thing you could do is steer clear of him altogether. If you want to, tomorrow morning you can eat with us. I can't promise you won't get a lot of glares though.

Thanks. I'll think about it. Speaking of glares, what was up with Ron and Hermione when I got sorted. They wouldn't stop glaring at me.

They just think that you've been lying to us this whole time since Slytherin's aren't usually the nicest people.

The only reason I was as nice to them as I was was because they seemed nice. If I decide I don't like a person then I will flat out ignore them. Kind of like what I'm doing to Malfoy right now. I think he thinks I'm a pushover since his two goons seem to be the silent type as well. He still seems to be talking to me. It's weird.

Dumbledore announces the end of the feast and Malfoy grabs my hand and drags me to show me where the common room and dorms are. He drags me all the way to the dungeons and I can't help the blush that creeps up my cheeks as I'm not used to other guys willingly touching me like this. I'm even more surprised when he intertwines our fingers, although I don't think he noticed that he did it.

"This is the common room. The dorms are up this way. Our names are on the doors of the dorm we're in. Huh, that's weird. I don't see your name."

"That's because he will not be staying in the dorms." a voice says from behind us, scaring Malfoy, but I heard the person walk up to us. He has long black hair and pale skin. "Mr. Potter, your father has arranged for a private room and laboratory for you. Please know that, while the bedroom is soundproof, the laboratory is not. We were unable to find a space for it that met all of your requirements as well as being soundproof, but your father requested that at least one was, not that I understand the point when you don't even speak. No matter, please be sure to keep explosions to a minimal. Follow me."

"Wait, Professor Snape, why does he get his own room? When my father asked for me to get my own room, he was turned down." Malfoy questioned. Spoiled brat.

"Yes, well, it was not my decision to make. If you have a problem with it, take it up with Professor Dumbledore. It was he who organized it." He begins to lead me to my room and Malfoy scoffs but follows. We are led to a room that is still in the dungeons with the rest of the Slytherins. There is a king sized bed on the inside with a desk, wardrobe, bathroom, nightstand, and lots of room. My luggage as well as Homa and Phantomo are all in here. I quickly let the two out of their cages.

"Potter! What are you thinking letting those two wild animals loose like that? They could hurt someone."

"Oh relax Professor, they aren't hurting anyone. Besides, how would you like to be locked up for that long?" Malfoy defends, reaching down to pet the two.

I am surprised when they don't warn him to back away, but rather insist on his attention. The only people he's liked so far, are Elle, Harry, and me. They begin to purr and we both sit down to pet them. Snape leaves after telling me that the lab is through the only door we haven't opened yet and that Vlad has already moved all of my stuff in there.

Malfoy and I sit there in a comfortable silence, side by side on the ground. Phantomo lays on my lap while Homa lays on his and nobody makes a sound. I decide that he may be a stuck up brat, but he could be far worse. He could be like Dash who would always beat me up. I think we could be on friendly terms as long as he doesn't mind me calling him out when he's being rude. I nod to myself in decision.

After two hours, Draco returns to his own room, much to the displeasure of Phantomo and Homa. The three of us lay in the king sized bed, deciding to wait on looking at the lab until tomorrow. I close my eyes and dream of explosions and screams of pain. There is rubble everywhere and even with the screams, I know that I'm the only survivor. The screams aren't even really there. They are just echoes of the last moments. Of their last moments. I feel tears running down my face as the scene changes and my daughter, father, brother, and strangely Malfoy are up there instead.

~~~Line Break~~~

I wake up to dried tears on my cheeks and Phantomo and Homa trying to wake me up in time for breakfast. I tiredly carry myself out of bed and into the shower. I would normally wake up after about three hours since I don't need much sleep as a halfa. I guess yesterday really wore me out.

I finish getting ready and find Malfoy waiting for me in the common room. I ignore him and walk out of the room, nearly running into Harry in the process.

Harry? What are you doing here?

"I figured we could walk to breakfast together. Guys stop glaring at him. Even I knew he was going to get Slytherin. It wasn't hard to figure out and it doesn't make him a bad person." he gives a pointed look to his two best friends who immediately pretend like they weren't doing exactly that.

"Look guys, I'm still the same person I was when we were pulling pranks and hanging out this summer. The only difference between now and then is that I'm in a different house than you."

"Oh really, how do you feel about Malfoy?" Ron questions.

"He's a stuck up brat that has the capacity to realize that he doesn't have to be rude to everyone, but won't. Don't take my word for that though because he was seriously trying to convert me into one of his minions yesterday."

"Good enough. Let's go to breakfast. I'm starving." Hermione says, efficiently cutting off whatever Ron was about to say.

We head down to the dining hall and they insisted I sit with them. I sigh and take a seat, the rest of the house glaring at me the whole time. We eat in silence before getting our schedules. We compare and I only have three classes with them. I head back over to my table and find Malfoy, hoping that he would at least be willing to show me where the classes are after I walked right past him earlier. I groan when I find him there waiting for me with a smile. He seems to still be trying to win me over. I glare at him and his smile falters. I sigh and feel my features falter as I realize that I actually felt bad about potentially hurting the prats feelings. I shake it off and walk up to him. I point to the schedule with a questioning look and his smile brightens up again. I try to ignore the fluttering in my stomach when he smiles genuinely.

"You need me to show you where the classes are?" I nod. "No problem. It looks like we have the same schedule. I can show you to all of the classes. Follow me."

~~~Time skip, two weeks later~~~

I storm angrily out of the common rooms after Malfoy starts one of his long winded speeches on why only pure bloods are worth a damn. I go straight to Gryffindor house, give the password as this is a common occurrence for me, and plop down on the couch with more force than I intend.

"Let me guess, Malfoy?" Harry asks from next to me. I dramatically flop down on his lap and sprawl out, taking up much more room than is necessary. "I don't understand why you even go near him if all he does is make you mad."

"Because he's the only person in my house that doesn't have that weird sixth sense that tells them I'm dangerous and to stay away. The others all avoid me like the plague. Why does he have to be so stupid. Stupid Malfoy with his stupid opinions on stupid purebloods."

"Just ignore him then. Or make him talk about something else." Hermione suggests. (Ron learned sign language so that he could understand Danny better. Hermione already knew it. I know it seems like a short amount of time to learn it, but that's just how it's gonna be. Sorry not sorry.)

"What do you mean?"

"Well he has to have some sort of hobby doesn't he? I doubt he spends every second of everyday thinking about how much he hates half-breeds and mudbloods. If you really want to try at least being on friendly terms with him, why not try seeing what he likes to do in his free time. Maybe you two will have something in common." Ron snorts.

"Danny, having something in common with Malfoy? A hippogriff would sooner bow to Lucius first. Not going to happen." He exclaims.

"I'm with Ron on this one. What in the world could we possibly have in common?"

"Look, it was just a suggestion. I'm not saying it will work, but it's better than what you've done so far." She defends.

"She's right you know. It would be better than storming out of the room every time he starts to blather on about it." Harry adds.

"What?! Harry I thought you were on my side!"

"Sorry little bro, I'm just stating what the logical thing to do is." I huff and cross my arms, getting up from my lounging position on my brother.

"Where are you going?" Ron asks.

"I'm going for a flight. Alone." I add before words leave his open mouth.

I leave, finding an empty classroom and transforming. I fly out and find the apple tree I've been going to a lot lately where I can be alone. I pull out my pocket knife and do something that I've found myself doing a lot lately.

I cut my wrist deeply, watching as the green blood with specs of red rise to the top quickly. A good three drops of blood fall onto the tree before the wound closes and heals itself, only leaving a thin white scar to show that the skin was ever damaged in the first place. I do this several times as the tears fall down. My blood replaces itself too quickly for this to actually be dangerous. If it weren't for the little family I have left, I would have finished what the portal started a long time ago.

I let myself feel at least a small portion of the pain I deserve. I should have been able to save them. I should have died instead of them. I should have just done the test like I was supposed to. Clockwork should have killed me like the observants told him to. After a particularly violent slash to my arm that catches bone, causing me to cry out in pain. I realize my mistake in doing so as now my powers are going to focus on repairing my bone first, which will take a few days.

I fly myself down to the ground and transform back, my blood becoming red with barely visible green spots in it. Even the blood that dropped on the tree, I know, undergoes the change in color. Wrapping my robes tightly around the wound to slow down the bleeding, I begin to slowly make my way back to the castle, using as little of my ghost powers as possible. I'm about halfway there when my vision starts to blur and I fall to the ground.

I lay there for what seems like hours, having already accepted my fate, when I hear muffled shouting and a platinum blonde comes into view. I feel myself being picked up by the blurry blonde that I assume is Malfoy. The feeling of flying on a broom takes my senses and I curl into Draco's warm body and try to focus on the sound of his smooth, comforting voice.

"-anny! Danny! Stay with me! We're almost to the infirmary."

"N-no. I can't go there." I mumble.

"What do you mean?! You're bleeding out!"

"I have bandages and blood in the lab. Hurry." He reluctantly adjusts our course toward the commons and when we get there he ditches the broom. When we get there, I start giving him instructions. "Put me down on the table. There's a first aid kit on the back wall. There are green syringes in the fridge. Grab four of them." He does as I tell him and I pull out a needle and thread for stitching.

"Grab a match and light it. Hold it close enough for me to reach."

"What are you going to do?" He asks when I hold the needle over the fire.

"You might want to look away if you're queasy."

"What? Why would I- oh god! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm giving myself stitches."

"Is that what you call sewing your damn arm back together? I knew I should have taken you to the infirmary. And what about the blood? I thought you said you had some."

"Agh!" I shout through the pain. "I lied. I have something that will help replenish it though. It's in those syringes. Whatever the infirmary would have done would have most likely made things worse. I've been doing this for six years now. I know what I'm doing. Gah!" He rushes to my side and helps hold me up.

"Be careful!" He says as his warm arms wrap around me once again. I finish my stitches and lean into his chest, breathing heavily. I've lost too much blood and I feel like I will pass out. "Here, you rest. I'll wrap it. Where should I insert the needles?"

"The arm that isn't injured. Wait until you wrap it though." He nods but doesn't let go until he finishes wrapping and goes to put the ectoplasm injections in. After throwing away the empty syringes, he carries me to my room.

~~~Malfoy's POV (haha, bet you didn't see that coming)~~~

After finding Danny and fixing him up, I carry him to his room and lay him in his bed. I pull the covers over him and sit on the side of the bed. I notice that he is shivering and feel his head to see if he has a fever. Instead, he is cold to the touch. I find a stack of extra blankets in the corner and load them all on top of him. Somehow, his shivering gets worse.

"D-Draco, w-would you get u-under with me? Y-you're always s-so warm." I smile slightly and crawl under the covers, pulling him into a hug as we fall asleep, enjoying each other's embrace.

~~~Back to Danny's POV~~~

I wake up to a surprisingly comfortable warmth, opening my eyes to see the sleeping face of Draco in front of mine. I stare closely, taking the opportunity to memorize every little detail I can. I see the slight crescent moon shape of his nose, the smooth, flawless skin, the long eyelashes and smiling lips. I then notice the beautifully hypnotizing grey of his eyes.

Slowly realization dawns on me and I feel myself blushing at being caught staring. He gives a soft chuckle at my embarrassment and moves a piece of raven hair from my eyes.

"Did you know that green stuff makes you blush green?" He asks. My blush grows and I nod my head.

"I take one injection a day usually. I always blush green."

"Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday? Normally I would give you your privacy, but I literally found you bleeding out. Even if you aren't in danger anymore, whatever attacked you could still be out there. Other students could still be in danger."

"Nobody is in danger." I say looking down.

"How do you know? Did you stop it?"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean? Who did this to you?"

"I did." I breathe out so quietly it's barely a whisper. There is a pregnant pause before he finally speaks.

"Why?" I look up to see worried, tearful eyes staring back at me. Once again, I avert my gaze.

"I didn't mean for it to get as far as it did. I still have people left to protect in this world, but I deserve to feel at least a portion of the pain of those I let down. If it weren't for me, they'd all still be alive. They didn't deserve to die. I do. Now I can't because there are people who need me, but I was the one who should have died. It should have been me."

"Shut up!" I look up at him startled. He's sitting up now, and glaring at me intensely. "You don't deserve to die. You deserve to live and be happy, just like everyone else. I don't wish death on anyone, including muggles, half-breeds, or mudbloods. You have just as much a right to enjoy life as anyone else. Please, don't keep doing this to yourself. I-I've never felt this way about anyone before. I feel like I can tell you anything. I've tried so hard to treat you the same way as I treat everyone else, but it's so hard. I think I'm falling in love with you and I know I would feel the same even if you were a muggle. I can't watch you do this to yourself. Please." He begs, ending in a whisper, holding my hand tightly as the tears he has been holding back finally spill over.

I feel something drop onto my arm and notice that I'm crying as well. I pull him into a hug and we spend an hour crying together before Homa and Phantomo come climb on the bed, demanding to be fed. We laugh at their playful attitude and wipe the remainder of the tears away. We get up to feed them, but before that, I pull Draco into a kiss, short and sweet, but enough to get my point across. I rub the back of my neck.

"I-uh, I just thought you should know that I feel the same way." I say nervously. He smiles and we feed the impatient kittens.

When he begins to ramble on and on about how much he hates half-breeds and mudbloods, I bite my tongue and do my best not to call him out about it. Instead, I change the subject.

"Look, I understand that you hate anyone that's not a pureblood wizard, but what do you like to do?" This question obviously catches him by surprise as he stops talking and just stares at me. "What?"

"N-nobody asks me that. Not even my own parents. Nobody has ever wanted to know what I really want. So why do you?" He asks, not trusting my motives.

"Well, I don't know. I just figured if we're dating now, then we would have to be able to find something to do together."

"You're really okay with dating me?"

"Yeah. I thought that was what that kiss meant. I'll admit that, at first, I hated you. I thought you were a spoiled brat that went to your parents when things didn't go your way. It didn't help that my brother and friends were always telling me bad things about you. But as I got to thinking about it, I had never really given you much of a chance. Yesterday Hermione and Harry had been trying to convince me to get to know you better. While we were talking about something other than you hating people who aren't purebloods, you seemed like a really awesome person. Also I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a major crush on you even when I hated your guts. Something about you just sort of caught my eye I guess. So, what do you like to do?"

He smiles the most breathtaking smile I have ever seen before. I can see the moisture in his eyes as he holds back tears. I smile back at him and he grabs me into a tight hug.

"Well, I like to read. I play the piano and sometimes, I take my broom out in the middle of the night and just enjoy the view. There is even a spell I use in the winter to keep me warm so I can go out and see how beautiful the snow is in the winter. It's my favorite season. What about you?"

"I would have to agree with you on the season. Winter can be so beautiful. If I'm being honest though, my favorite thing to do is to stargaze. I do a similar thing where I go out to fly, but instead of looking at the ground, I look at the stars. There are so many constellations, and each one has a story behind it. They make me feel free and capable of anything. I play the guitar, piano, drums, and several other instruments, and my sister- my sister always told me I should become a professional singer." I say, pausing at the mention of my sister.

"Will you sing for me?" He asks gently, putting it together that my sister must have been one of the ones I couldn't save.

I smile sadly but nod my head. I go to my closet where the door to my lair is. I walk in quietly and find Elle asleep in her room. I go to my room and grab my guitar, sneaking back out I sit on the chair to my desk while Draco sits on the bed, listening intently. I begin to strum at the guitar.

Days in the sun,
When my life has barely begun,
Not until my whole life is done,
Will I ever leave you.

Will I tremble again,
To my dear one's gorgeous refrain,
Will you now forever remain,
Out of reach of my arms?

All those days in the sun,
What I'd give to relive just one,
Undo what's done,
And bring back the light.

Ooooh I could sing,
Of the pain these dark days bring,
The spell we're under,
Still it's the wonder of us,
I sing of.

How in the midst of all this sorrow,
Can so much hope and love endure?
I was innocent and certain,
Now I'm wiser and unsure.

I can't go back into my childhood,
One that my father made secure.
I can feel a change in me,
I'm stronger now but still not free.

Days in the sun
Will return we must believe
As lovers do
The days in the sun
Will come shining through.

(Sorry guys. I've been obsessed with this song lately. Just imagine it's Danny singing it and nobody else.)

I look up to him as I finish, nervous at not having performed in a while. He's sitting there with a wide eyed expression, full of admiration and love.

"Wow. Just, wow. Your sister was right. I've never heard a voice so amazing before."

"Draco stop. I'm not that good." I say, my entire face turning green.

"You know, if I didn't already know you were blushing, I would think you were about to be sick. Now, instead of being grossed out and trying to get away, I just think it's cute and want to kiss you." He says, smirking as my blush reaches the tips of my ears and I bury my face in my hands.

He laughs that wonderful laugh of his and pulls my hands away from my face kissing my nose first, then my cheeks, each time teasing me as though he is going to go for my mouth. As he is pulling away from kissing everywhere but my lips, he changes course and kisses me hard on the lips. I roll my eyes.

"Come on, I'm hungry and you need to eat to stay healthy while that arm heals." I nod, grabbing an ectoplasm shot from the mini-fridge next to my bed, injecting it into myself, then following him to the dining hall.

"Danny!" I turn to see my brother and his friends running up to us. Harry hugs me tightly, aggravating my wound. I cry out in pain and he immediately releases me. "What happened? Where are you hurt? Do you need to go to the infirmary? Oh who am I kidding. We're going. Come on." He goes to grab my hand but Draco steps in between us. I find myself actually hiding behind him in an attempt to not be dragged to the infirmary where my secret is sure to be revealed to someone outside the Order.

"Get out of the way Malfoy, he needs help." Hermione insists.

"No he doesn't. He's already gotten help. And it wasn't from a mudblood." He snarls at them protectively.

"Have you ever asked him how he feels about those words you use? I mean you can't really think that someone who was raised by muggles is actually happy about those words you're throwing around." Ron challenges. My eyes go wide and I start to back away from the angry group.

Why? I just found out that he likes me back, and he agreed to go out with me. Now I'm going to lose him just like that. He turns around to look at me with surprise evident in his eyes. Suddenly not hungry anymore, I run to my room and lock the door. Hot tears run down my face as I launch myself into my pillows, not caring when Phantomo and Homa try to cheer me up, or when I hear Malfoy start knocking on the door.

"Danny? Danny let me in. I want to talk to you."

"Go away!" I yell, forgetting it's soundproof to anyone without super hearing.

"Danny, I don't know if you can hear me but please open the door. I just want to talk." I storm up to the door and swing it open. I growl as soon as I see him.

"Don't you dare say what I think you are going to say. The fact that I was raised by muggles is the least reason for you to hate me."

"Danny, I don't hate you just because you were raised by muggles. You're still a pureblood, and besides, even if you were a muggle, technically that would have been a pureblood too. You know, since-"

"For Merlin's sake Draco! Don't you get it yet?! The stuff in those syringes was ectoplasm, so was the green specs in my blood. I was in my closet for a long period of time because it's my ghostly lair. All the ghost's here practically worship me, and I'm not affected by magic unless I consciously allow it. I'm half dead, a half ghost! A half breed!"

"W-what?" He stammers.

"Just go away and leave me the hell alone. I'm so sick of letting people into my life only to be a disappointment. I'll make things easier so you don't have to pretend to like me anymore. We're through." I slam the door in his face and sink to the ground, crying.

I try to tell myself that at least it didn't get very far, and I'll be less hurt now, but I don't believe a word of it. I may not have known him very long, but I loved him. I still love him. If he's still on the other side of the door, I can't hear him over the sound of my choked sobs. I curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep.

The next day finds me lying in bed all day. Elle comes in to see me since it's been a couple of days and she began to get worried. As soon as she sees what state I'm in, she curls up next to me and pulls up sappy romance movies online. I cry through all of them and she cuddles me, crying through a few of them herself. She gets ahold of Vlad when it gets to be around dinner time.

"Grandpa? Daddy is sad and doesn't want to go anywhere. Will you bring dinner please? And ice cream? Lots and lots of chocolate ice cream. We're going to need it." she pauses, listening to Dad on the other end. "Alright Grandpa, I'll see you soon. Love you too. Bye." She hangs up the phone and a half hour later, my dad walks through the closet with carryout chinese and three tubs of chocolate ice cream.

We end up taking it back into the lair and watch the movies all night. Elle falls asleep laying in front of me on the couch, I use Dad as a pillow and he puts out the footrest and leans the seat back. We all fall asleep like this and, while the thought is nice, I would still rather have Draco here with us too.

~~~Line Break Next Morning~~~

After waking up, Dad forces me to get ready and actually go to class since I missed it yesterday. When I open my door, I see a very disheveled looking Malfoy. He jumps when the door opens and his eyes meet mine. I turn and look away, heading to the dining hall for breakfast. I hear him scramble to get up and chase after me.

"Danny, please wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't know."

"That's the problem Malfoy," He cringes when I use his last name instead of first. "You didn't know, but you still jumped to conclusions. Like that I'm a pureblood. I never said I was. Stop pretending to care when you don't. I don't need your pity."

"But-"

"Goodbye Malfoy." I say, walking away from the man I love with the little pride I have left.

I find Harry, Hermione, and all of the Weasleys that are still in Hogwarts, waiting for me outside of the dining hall. I wipe away a traitorous tear before walking up to them and putting on a fake smile.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I write on my whiteboard. Harry and Hermione look at me suspiciously but the others seem unaware.

"We heard what happened the other day. You weren't in any of your classes yesterday and we started to get worried. Are you alright?" Ginny asks. I nod my head.

"Yeah, I just had some things to take care of. Elle wanted to spend some time with me and Dad so the three of us hung out last night. Don't worry about it."

We go through the day like normal and I avoid Malfoy like the plague. Having ghost powers really helps in this matter. I once again find myself in the Gryffindor commons when dinner is over. We were all hanging out when people finally start going to bed. Eventually, the only people left are the golden trio and myself. After a while of joking around and having fun, I sign to them that I'm going to go to bed. Before I leave however, Hermione stops me cold with one simple sentence.

"You love him, don't you?" I stop and glare at her. She ignores it and continues. "It's quite obvious really, even now I can see it in the way you look at him. You're in love with Malfoy."

"Eww! Mione, don't be weird. Not everybody looks for a romance wherever they can possibly find one." Ron complains.

"She's right though. Isn't she?" Harry questions. "I saw it too." Ron looks at Harry surprised before looking at me. I look away in shame.

"It doesn't matter. He knows the truth about me now. He could never love a freak like me." I say to the surprise of the others.

"Don't say something like that. He couldn't possibly think you're a freak just because he learned you were raised by muggles. Even Malfoy wouldn't be that stupid." supports Hermione.

"No he wouldn't. But that's not the truth you told him. Is it?" Harry questions, confusing the others. I shake my head.

"I wish things could have been different. He's the first person I've spoken aloud to since the explosion. He knows what happened for the most part, and he knows enough about me to write a book, but he could never accept a freak of nature as someone he cares about, let alone loves."

"Danny, you aren't a freak. Besides, If you think that about yourself, then what does that say about your father and your daughter?" Harry asks.

"It doesn't matter. He's never met either of them and he probably couldn't care less. He's a spoiled brat and he probably never really cared about me anyway. Besides, neither of them have the possibility of becoming evil and destroying the world hanging over their heads." I say in an attempt to convince myself more than the others.

"Can I ask a question?" Ron asks, raising his hand slightly, receiving glares from the other two. "Sorry, I just wanted to know what could make him hate you so much."

"Ron, that's a bit personal don't you think?" Hermione chastises.

"No, it's alright. It's because I'm a half-breed."

"What?!" The two who were unaware asked.

"I'm half dead. Caught between a human and a ghost." I let the rings wash over me. "That's how I got the dragon saliva off of Harry that day. I'm half ghost and I have the normal powers of a ghost."

"Guys, I think that's enough questioning for today. I'll explain everything in the morning. Danny, if you want you can spend the night with us. You can even bring Elle and the eight of us can have a sleepover here in the commons. Just like if we were still at the Order." Harry offers.

I give him a slight smile and nod my head in agreement. I turn invisible and fly to my room, avoiding the outside in case a certain someone is out there again. I go to my lair to get Elle who is more than happy to see more of Hogwarts. We grab pillows and blankets before meeting back up at Gryffindor. When we get there, we find the rest of the Weasley's there setting out spots to sleep.

"Elle!" The twins yell excitedly after she transforms back to human, pulling the girl into a crushing hug.

"Uncle Fred! Uncle George! I can't breathe!" She says from between the two. They let her go in favor of coming over and hugging me as though someone I cared about just died.

"Ron told us everything." Fred says.

"Didn't know you were gay." George continues.

"Not that we care."

"Don't get down though,"

"There will be other people,"

"People who don't care about your blood." They finish.

I sigh and pull away from them, only for Ginny to come hug me. I see a slight hint of jealousy in my brothers eyes and feel his emotions as he reminds himself that she's only trying to comfort me, and that I don't like girls. I pretend not to notice and pat her back awkwardly.

"Thanks guys, but I'll be alright. If it's alright with you guys, I'd rather just pretend it never happened." They nod in agreeance before the twins, Harry and I, all look at each other in silent agreement.

"Pillow Fight!" the four of us yell together.

The next thing we know, instead of the nicely made beds from before, there is a pile of blankets, pillows, and laughing bodies in the center of the room. Our worries forgotten, we decide that instead of fixing the mess, we would just sleep in it. Elle curls up next to me, Harry and Ginny both end up next to each other through some meddling from me and Mione, Ron is next to her and the twins are between her and Elle. We sleep in a sort of circle.

The rest of the week happens in about the same way other than the confessions. After day three of finding our group like that in the mornings, the teachers quit trying to stop us. Since I don't sleep as long as any of the others, I was able to take Elle back home before anyone outside of our group saw her. It's Friday now and everyone has decided there have been enough sleep overs. This means that tonight I have to go back to my room through the door so as not to raise suspicion. When dinner is over, I rush to my room so that I know I will get there first.