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Last Hope	By : ShiSaiyan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Last Hope
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 15
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were in Defense Against The Dark Arts class when Oliver Wood returned to Hogwarts. He strolled onto the field, tall and broad-shouldered, his face pensive, his eyes scanning over the class until he found Harry's dark head among the others. "Harry!" he called out. The Gryffindors looked up and Harry stepped out of the group, his usual grin on his face. "Oliver! You're back." Oliver reached them and smiled. "Yeah, well, I've decided to take over Madame Hooch's position when she retires next year, so Dumbledore asked me to come and intern with her, so I'll have a good idea of what's going on." "Oliver," said a voice that was and wasn't Harry's. Oliver turned to face Gryff and then did a double take, his eyes locked on the scar that peeked out from behind his hair. "Harry?" He looked back at the younger Harry. "Why do I get the feeling I missed something?"

"I need to sit down," said Oliver, shaking his head. "You are sitting down, Oliver," said Ron, helpfully. They were in the Gryffindor Common Room and had just explained to Oliver the situation to date. The only one of the time travelers missing from the room was Dragon and Oliver stared at the three students, then at their elder counterparts with something like awe. "You're them, only, not," he said, haltingly. "Yeah, well, we're here to make sure they never become us," said Niki. "So, are you in? Will you help us?" asked Harry. Oliver nodded without hesitation. "Of course. I'll do whatever you need me to. Voldemorte can't be allowed to rise to power."

Draco rounded the corner, silently, his eyes scanning the hallway to make sure no one was watching and slipped into an empty classroom. Locking the door behind him, he made his way along the dark wall, his fingers trailing over the bricks until he found the one he wanted. Taking out his wand, he tapped it twice and said, "Dissendium." Immediately, the bricks began shifting, moving and rearranging themselves to form an opening. Draco stepped through and into the hidden room.

The soft glow of a lantern lit the small space and Dragon glanced up, not looking surprised to see his younger self. Draco blinked at him, then sighed. "I should've known you'd remember this place," he muttered. Dragon smiled, a little sadly. "I remember when I discovered it, during my second year. I was looking for an entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. I was so anxious to prove my worth to Voldemorte and my father, I wanted to help the Heir of Slytherin wipe out all the Mudbloods in the school. Then I found this place. I never told anyone about it, not even Crabbe and Goyle, or even Hermione, after everything that happened. It's always been a secret place where I could go when I needed to be completely alone." Draco sighed and sat down on the stool opposite of Dragon's. A small table, where the lantern sat, was between them and Draco leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "What's on your mind, Draco?" Dragon asked, leaning back in his seat, resting his shoulders on the brick wall behind him. "When you, I mean, we refuse Voldemorte, um, why do we do it? We're purebloods. We're better and more powerful than Mudbloods and the Dark Lord stands for everything we believe in," Draco said. "Do you really believe that, still, after all we've told you?" asked Dragon, leaning forward, with his eyes flashing. "I- I don't- I'm not sure," Draco finished, lamely. Dragon stared at him for a moment, then nodded a little. "Fine. I'll tell you what happened that day. Then maybe you'll understand why it's so important that Voldemorte does not come to power in the wizarding world."

Dragon took a breath and closed his eyes, then began to speak, slowly, softly. The story he told was enough to chill Draco to the very marrow.

Lucius Malfoy arrived at Hogwarts without any sort of warning and took Draco home for the weekend. He gave no excuse or reason and Draco knew that the day had finally come that he would take his rightful place beside his father, at the Dark Lord's right hand. Excited and, though he would never admit it, a little afraid, Draco eagerly readied himself for the meeting of the Death Eaters, when he would meet the Dark Lord at last and be either accepted or rejected as one of his followers.

Dressed all in black, his silver-blond hair carefully slicked back, his silver eyes shining with excitement, he followed his father down the stairs and into the dungeons underneath the Malfoy mansion. The Death Eaters were waiting, gathered around a throne of some sort, standing on a large platform. As they approached the circle of Death Eaters parted and Voldemorte, the Dark Lord himself, rose to his feet.

"This is your son, Lucius?" "Yes, my Lord," Lucius said, dropping to one knee on the filthy stone floor of the dungeon. Draco blinked, looking at his father, then at Voldemorte with disbelief and a little disgust. "Come, young Malfoy, let me have a look at you," said Voldemorte. Stifling the urge to turn and walk away, Draco stepped toward the platform. A hand like ice came from out of the voluminous black robes and gripped his chin, harshly. "You have your father's beauty, Draco, and his power. I wonder, do you have his cunning, his viciousness and his intelligence as well?" The voice was oily and slick and Draco felt it slide over him like something slimy and cold. "Of course, my Lord," he said, proud to hear his voice did not waver. The hand released his face and Voldemorte stepped back. "Kneel to me then, Draco Malfoy and swear your allegiance to the Death Eaters. Bow before me and join us in ridding the world of filthy Mudbloods and all those that defile the purity of wizarding families."

Draco stared up at Voldemorte, then glanced back at his father. His pureblood father. His mother, another pureblood, was somewhere in the circle, hooded and masked like the others. He was a Malfoy, the only heir of the richest, most powerful wizarding family in the world. His gaze moved back to Voldemorte, standing high and mighty on the platform. The most feared wizard in the history of the wizarding world. Son of a penniless, no-name witch and a Muggle man who refused to even claim him. A Mudblood. Voldemorte was a Mudblood. The realization hit him like a sack of bricks and he blinked a few times. "Draco," Lucius hissed, "kneel." "Well, young Malfoy? Will you kneel before me and take your place with your father at my side?" Voldemorte prompted.

"No." The word, spoken quietly, reverberated around the dungeon as if it had been shouted. Voldemorte blinked in disbelief. Draco took a breath and glanced down at his father, disdainfully. "A Malfoy bows to no one. Especially not a Mudblood."

His father's face paled even further and a collective gasp went up from the Death Eaters. Draco looked back at Voldemorte, raised his chin, defiantly and turned his back on the Dark Lord.
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