Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin 121 Alive.

"It's a magical vine." Fudge said, "No magic or physical strength can remove it, the plant will simply wither away after 6 months and you can access your wand. I told you didn't I, its useless whether the ministry has it or not, no one can access your wand."

"So I can take this right?" Draco said holding the box.

"Sure if you want to but is it really necessary?"

"I'd rather keep it on my side rather than trust this with someone else."

Fudge nodded, "I have already explained your circumstances to Dumbledore and Karkaroff, so you can rest easy and go to school. With your talent, I believe you can manage fine without a wand for the half the semester, can't you?"

Draco didn't bother replying as he put the box in his robe and walked out. "We'll keep in touch."

Fudge mumbled something but Draco didn't bother to listen as he headed back home.

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Inside Azkaban, the moment Draco and Fudge left, the letter that was sent by Draco started floating around the place, finally landing inside the cell ᛈᛉ-390. The man inside the cell was startled when the letter landed inside the cell, near his foot making him jump a little. Wondering what it was after a moment he picked the letter from the ground. The cover of the letter didn't say much about who the sender of the letter was but the name 'SIRIUS BLACK' was written carefully on the front cover of the letter.

"What's this about?" Sirius mumbled. Sirius whose face now had prematurely aged beyond that of a man in his thirties had a gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair. He looked tired and his face looked lifeless. He flipped the letter around, after a moment figuring that it wasn't a trap of some sort, Sirius tore the cover of the letter and shook it, from inside a page which was folded neatly fell on the ground. Throwing away the cover, he picked up the letter and opened it.

Dear Sirius,

It's probably rare getting a letter in Azkaban, especially for you since it might've been so long. I want to keep this letter short and simple since I am guessing you're not in the right state in the mind right now.

The most important thing I want to inform you about is, your old friend Peter Pettigrew is still alive. I don't have any proof right now but a filthy rat with a finger missing isn't that hard to identify. After that night, where you thought you killed Peter, he managed to escape living his finger there as a distraction.

And to confirm your suspicion, Peter has been staying in his rat form all these years hiding in the Weasley family, and right now his owner is one of Weasley's child Ron Weasley, who is in the same class as your god-son Harry Potter. Both of them share the same house, Gryffindor and the same room. Now stay calm and think, don't you realize that this is more of a coincidence?

Now the reason, why I sent you this letter... I need help. You don't have to know my identity yet, but just know that I am the only thing that's keeping your God-son alive and away from Pettigrew but now I've some trouble of my own. I am sure you want your revenge and by proving your innocence you can live happily ever after with your god-son as well.

But for this, you need my help, whether you admit it or not. After you escape this prison, you'll be nothing but a convicted criminal on the run, and you'll have no chance of getting in Hogwarts, as I am sure the ministry wouldn't think twice about releasing these filthy Dementors to search for you.

I guess you've already figured what I want you to do by now. For now, escape the prison by using your animagus form, the dementors wouldn't be able to detect you... though you might need to get a bit thinner to do so and have at least a bit of stability. After escaping, rush back to the Black House, the house is under my control and the Fidelius Charm is activated once again so you can stay there without any hassle as you're one of the secret-keepers finding that place isn't that hard for you.

I know you might've some questions and I will guarantee you that it will all be answered when you reach the Black House.

I will be waiting for your escape.

Your well-wisher.

The letter and the covered suddenly burnt away, leaving an old wooden wand as Sirius stared in a daze at it. His mind filled with hundreds of different thoughts.

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"I will miss you." Narcissa hugged Draco, "Be sure to return back for Christmas."

"I will try my best," Draco said as he hugged her back.

Today was the day, he would return back to Hogwarts and with how things are going to be, he wouldn't see his family for a full year.

"Are you ready?" Lucius said.

"Yes." Draco nodded as he got out of the car and headed towards the platform. "After you're done with the spell, don't come looking for me unless I say so and don't send me any letters when I am away in Durmstrang."

Draco had already said those words back in his home to Lucius but he wanted to remind him once again. Lucius sighed and nodded, knowing what Draco meant as he watched Draco head inside the station.

"What a bother." Draco thought to himself as he kept walking. All the muggles from time to time would stare at him in wonder. Draco had noticed, his Veela powers were more effective on muggles as they had no sense of magic whatsoever and with his white hair and beautiful heavenly look, he looked like some sort of otherworldly Prince walking around. Annoyed Draco pulled his hood and started rushing a bit towards the Platform. Due to some last minute preparation, Draco was late and all his friends were waiting for him inside the train. As he was rushing towards the station he saw two boy's crash into the wall with their trollies still in their hand. They were none other than Harry and Ron.

Both of their trolleys had hit the barrier and bounced backward; Ron's trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the shiny floor, and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly; people all around them stared and a guard nearby yelled, "What in blazes d'you think you're doing?"

"Lost control of the trolley," Harry gasped, clutching his ribs as he got up.

"Are you okay?" Draco walked up to them picking up Hegwig, as he opened his hood and apologized to the surrounding muggles. Seeing his sweet appearance and his apology most people didn't bother with them anymore and started walking past by them.

"Thank you." Harry said as Draco nodded and walked towards the wall. After inspecting it for a while Draco's face twisted a little

"Why can't we get through?" Harry hissed at Ron.

"I dunno —" Ron muttered as both of them got up and looked at Draco.

"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked.

"We're going to miss the train," Ron whispered. "I don't understand why the gateway's sealed itself when we still have some time left."

Harry looked up at the giant clock with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Ten seconds…nine seconds…

He wheeled his trolley forward cautiously beside Draco who was just standing there until it was right against the barrier and pushed with all his might. The metal remained solid.

Three seconds…two seconds…one second…

"It's gone," said Ron, sounding stunned. "The train's left. What if Mum and Dad can't get back through to us? Have you got any Muggle money?"

Harry shook his head and looked at Draco who was just standing there, lost in his own thought.

'Why?' Draco questioned himself, with everything fixed with Dobby there wasn't a reason for him to seal the path like in the original, but maybe it wasn't Dobby, to begin with.

Chapter end