Draco Malfoy jumped at the noise an owl knocking on his window made. He opened the window, took the piece of paper. He read it once, than twice but aloud this time to let the words sink in. ''Your suspect stroke again. Please come fast to your office. It's Granger. - Zabini. '' // ''Lads,'' he whispered in a hurt hush,'' We've got 21 days before Crucio, 28 before death. Pray Merlin we will find her sooner than that.''

It is the start of their Seventh Year, the Dark Lord is dead, and the only commotion the Golden Trio expects is to have boring, mundane lives from here on out. The Ministry of Magic has other plans. Enter Marriage Law and Dramione.