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“Malfoy,” Harry greeted the blond boy smoothly without
even bothering to turn around, see if it was in fact Malfoy, and face the
Slytherin who had just appeared at the entrance at the top of the Astronomy
Tower right as the minute hand turned to midnight on the clock. “I see that you came, right on time no
less. Of course I expected you to since
you are in Slytherin after all.” His
voice held laughter in it but he didn’t laugh, he didn’t turn around either.
Draco wondered briefly if he was being taken for a
fool. A Malfoy never liked being taken for
a fool and Draco was damned if he was going to be taken as one by Harry Potter
of all people. But he was up here so
rather than pick a fight he kept his cool and decided to see if Harry was
really serious about his offer.
“Of course Potter,” Malfoy gave him a mocking little
bow before moving around to step into his line of view where the pale moonlight
was pouring over both of them making them almost ethereal in appearance. “You should know that a Malfoy never backs
out of a meeting when they give their word.
This is really cliché even for you Potter, midnight
in the Astronomy Tower? What will people think?”
“So?” Harry said shrugging his shoulders uncaring
about how cliché the situation was because it was irrelevant to him and why he
was there and why he wanted Draco there and he no longer cared what anyone
thought of him. “It’s not like anyone
else knows about this little meeting except for possibly Snape and it’s not
like he’s going to stop us from meeting up here. In fact he’s probably pleased that we’re
trying to work out our differences so we don’t try to hex each other any
longer. It will certainly make his life
easier now.”
“All too true,” Malfoy smirked at Potter’s
explanation and his utter lack of worry about his reputation.
“Let’s get a few things straight Malfoy,” Harry
addressed him seriously, his green eyes flashed with suppressed anger and
something more, understanding and acceptance of who and what Draco had been
before they had come to their recent understanding. “Because I don’t want to worry about this any
longer. Voldemort almost succeeded in
having you become a dead zombie, is it going to happen to you again? I need to know if you’re strong enough to
take on whatever might come your way at any point in time so I know that I can
trust you to complete your tasks. No
matter what happens or who it involves because I can’t afford anyone to slip up
just because they aren’t prepared mentally.”
“If we’re going to be on the same side we might want
to get around to using first names,” Draco said ignoring the question, the pain
was still too fresh in his mind for him to answer right away and he wasn’t
ready to answer. “Although that was just
a suggestion Harry,” Draco said stressing the usage of Harry’s first name.
“Answer the question Draco,” Harry said lightly with
a tiny smile, carefully stressing the use of the blond boy’s first name as
well.
“I can take it,” Draco looked over at the raven
haired boy with interest on his features knowing that he would take whatever was
dished out to him to get what he wanted so desperately, his revenge on the
monster that had killed his father and destroyed his life. “I’ve lost everything anyway so it doesn’t
matter. It’s not like You-Know-Who can
do anything else to me, not anything that will make much of a difference at
this point. It’s not like I have
anything else left to lose except for my own life and that’s rather moot don’t
you think?”
“His name is Voldemort. Fear of the name increases his power so use
his name. And you can think that now,”
Harry’s eyes were hard like agates as he spoke still refusing to make eye
contact with Draco but that didn’t bother either one, but his tone did bother
Draco with how frank and detached it was almost like this didn’t mean anything
to Harry or as though Harry was simply too focused on his goal of killing
Voldemort. “But never be mistaken into
believing that Draco because he will find something else to take from you. Even if it’s something you hate or thought
that you did. He’ll get you eventually,
find something to steal away. You have
to be ready for that, have to be strong enough to handle that eventuality
because I can guarantee it will happen.”
Draco studied the boy before him who was completely
different than the one he knew from class and Quidditch matches. Obviously there was something that Harry was
getting at, something that he had never heard about from the rumor mill in
Hogwarts or Hogsmeade or even Knockturn Alley. He looked at the boy who was his rival in all
things and now his ally and perhaps even his friend trying to figure out what
it was that he was hinting at, what he could possibly know that Draco didn’t
know about Voldemort, what he could possibly mean.
He couldn’t understand any of it. After all, Potter had Granger and Weasley as friends, he certainly
didn’t need to be tarnishing his reputation by befriending a Slytherin let
alone a Malfoy, a family that was highly suspected of supporting the Dark Lord
by the Wizarding World at large. There
had to be something that he wasn’t aware of, something that was making Potter
do this and it couldn’t be completely out of the goodness of his heart or
because of his Gryffindor traits. No,
the real reason ran far deeper than that and he wanted to know what those reasons
were because he wasn’t about to be used again, a pawn in another’s chess game
to be moved about at any time at anyone’s whim.
That role had never appealed to him and it had never suited him either.
“Why are you doing this Harry?” Draco asked with a guarded
expression, watching carefully for some sort of lie if there was going to be
one, almost certain that there was going to be a lie in there somewhere. “I want to know why if I’m going to join with
you. I don’t want to be used again
without knowing why.”
“Several reasons,” Harry said softly looking in
Draco’s direction at last, holding his gaze, and not backing down from the
silent challenge the blonde was issuing to him.
“Now might not be the best time to talk about them though. They might frighten you away and we can’t
have that now can we Draco?” He was
sarcastic and looked rather tired and so very old, older than anyone Draco had
ever seen or met, even Dumbledore looked ages younger than Harry did in his
eyes.
“Tell me,” Draco’s tone was calm but demanding. “Or I walk away now and you won’t get any
help out of me Potter. I can promise you
that and you’ll need my help for this unless I’m mistaken of course.”
“I thought you would say something like that,” Harry
smiled weakly and turned so that his back was to Draco to look into the
darkness where the moonlight could not penetrate even though it tried it’s
hardest. “So I’ll tell you, on one
condition though. And I want your word
as a Slytherin and a Malfoy you’ll do this for me.”
“What’s that?” Draco’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“That you tell no one anything I’m about to tell
you,” Harry said softly as he turned back to face Draco, his eyes were hard and
calculated promising pain if his orders weren’t followed to the exact
letter. “And that you think about your
final decision for at least a full twenty-four hours before giving your final
answer as to whether or not you’ll join my crusade to bring down Voldemort once
and for all so that there’s no chance of his returning.”
“Deal,” Draco agreed easily thinking that the
conditions were rather trivial and pointless to what was about to be revealed
to him, thinking also that he would find it easy to follow the demands. “Now spill it Harry. We don’t have all night and in case you haven’t
noticed it’s cold up here and I want to get some sleep.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard that Voldemort killed my
parents,” Harry said with no emotion present in his voice or in his eyes, both
were dead and his tone was cutting and blunt.
“He also killed my Muggle relatives a few weeks ago, not that I really
care mind you. But I didn’t want for
them to be dead, it served no real purpose for any side since they weren’t fond
of the Wizarding World and there was nothing they could or would have done to
help me.
“There are several reasons for why I’m helping you
Draco, why I’m offering you a chance at your revenge. The first reason being that I don’t want
anyone else to fall to Voldemort, especially if he doesn’t even have to say Avada Kedarva to do make them die. While I may not have liked your father or you
for the past few years no one deserves to fall prey to death at the hands of
that creature because he’ll put you through hell if he can before he’ll finish
you off. Another reason is that you’ve
changed whether you see it or not or whether you even want to see it. You aren’t the same petty person that you
once were. You’re not the same person
who tried to be malicious just to make yourself seem strong and popular. Voldemort has also taken someone from you,
someone you loved very much, and everyone deserves revenge on that snake for
that one reason alone, even though Voldemort has done much worse.
“Third, I’ve changed.
I haven’t grown up, I’ve just seen reality a little more clearly and
I’ll do anything it takes to win and to eventually kill Voldemort so that
there’s no way he can come back. I’ll
make whatever sacrifices I have to in order to kill him and I know that I’ll
need all the help I can get from everyone who’s willing. You have power Draco, power that I can use to
my advantage in order to bring Voldemort down.
“There’s also the fact that you understand all of
this. Oh and I should never forget that
you are in Slytherin and hold some amount of sway over your fellow House
members.”
“The great Harry Potter has indeed changed,” Draco
drawled out languidly as he stretched briefly.
“Before you would have been more alive, but now just look at you, you’re
just a machine and nothing more.”
“Shut up!” Harry turned on him suddenly his eyes were
piercingly bright and the sneer on his face made Draco freeze and wish that
he’d kept his mouth shut because that sneer was almost bad as Severus Snape’s
worst sneer. “Do you want to know
something Draco, something I’ve never told anyone? The Sorting Hat wanted to put me into
Slytherin, said that I would accomplish great things there and I don’t doubt
what it said but I didn’t want Slytherin I wanted Gryffindor so that’s where it
put me because I told it to. I have no doubt
I would have accomplished great things.
As for being a machine I don’t deny that charge at all. I’ll be one until I kill Voldemort because as
a machine I won’t make as many mistakes that might cost people their lives, my
emotions won’t get in the way when I’m fighting.
“You think you’re a good actor Draco Malfoy but I’m a
hundred times better than you could ever hope to be and don’t ever forget it.”
“Believe me I won’t forget it even it I tried,” Draco
said looking at him with renewed interest and some amount of awe that he
couldn’t keep off his face even if he had tried to keep his features under
control like he normally did. “The Hat
was right about what it told you, you know.
You would have done great things.
You would have learned much and held a great power, you would have ruled
Slytherin, with a little help or course.”
“Yes, I could have done all those things, but they
would have been great and probably horrible things,” Harry admitted truthfully
as his eyes dimmed away from the color of the killing curse and seemed to
reflect inward to the past. “I know that
if I had gone there I could be worse than Voldemort, that most likely I would
be worse than what he is, was or ever could want to be.”
“Evil isn’t the only thing to come out of our House,”
Draco reminded him quietly.
“Power gets into the minds of the weak,” Harry shot
back quickly. “I needed Gryffindor for
my first few years. I needed the truth
and loyalty so that I wouldn’t turn out like Tom Riddle, but now? Now I don’t need a House.”
“I must admit you are right with that assessment
Potter,” Snape’s voice was smooth like silk as he pulled off Harry’s
Invisibility Cloak from where he had been standing at the far end of the
battlements where he could overhear nothing except for the last statement made
by Harry because his voice had been louder than it had been previously and his
sudden appearance startled Draco causing him to become more pale than
usual. “But you need both Gryffindor and
Slytherin in order to fully reach your potential. Both Houses must come together to help you or
you will fall.”
“So glad you decided to join us at last Professor,”
Harry said with a greeting nod in Snape’s direction and a faint smile of
amusement at his sudden appearance. “And
I know you’re right, as always Severus.”
“Why is he here?” Draco asked slightly confused,
trying to recover himself sufficiently from his shock at seeing his Head of
House materialize out of nowhere.
“Because he’s been training me this whole year in the
Dark Arts,” Harry shot an indecipherable look at Snape who stood off to the
side before looking back at Draco. “He
will be my partner in the field when the time comes for the last of the
battles. I want you to be another of my
partners Draco. You have the
ability. Think it over. It is why I asked you up here after all.”
“And this is how you mean to make it right Harry?”
Draco asked looking at him carefully waiting for an answer, some justification.
“He can’t make it right for you Mr. Malfoy,” Snape
drawled out with a slight smirk at the boy’s confusion. “Only you can decide what will make it right
for you. If it is revenge you want
you’ll find it with us here, it all depends on what you want and need.”
Draco looked between the two and for the first time
he could see just how close they really were, how this whole year they had been
acting out their hatred to convince everyone that there was nothing there. He envied them because he wanted to be close
like that with Harry but it seemed the Snape had already claimed that spot
before he had even had a chance.
Apparently he really had read the look in Harry’s gaze incorrectly.
Snape moved up behind Harry’s left shoulder watching
his student closely, his own expression betraying nothing. Not even his eyes showed anything that might
prove to be useful. Draco turned to
Harry and saw almost the same expression, one that held nothing in it and
curiously even his green eyes were entirely blank for once. He should have expected as much since Harry
was the Boy Who Lived. He should have
known that he was already taken and it was obvious by the way Snape loomed
protectively behind him, watching as he always seemed to have done.
His Head of House was always watching, taking in
everything and waiting to use the information he filed away or used in
preparing to strike. Just like he did in
the Potions classroom. He thought back
over the past year and realized that the man had been assigning many more
detentions to Potter than he had in the past but it hadn’t tipped him off that
anything had been going on.
“Do understand now Draco?” Harry asked his voice
strong but it didn’t carry far. “It’s
your choice. Go and think about it.”
Draco nodded hoping that his face was as blank as
theirs were. He went back down the
stairs and met Blaise Zabini
on his way up.
“Zabini,” He said calmly
not at all surprised.
“Draco,” Blaise said
looking over at him and noticing the change in the blond. “I see that Harry finally spoke to you. He said something about it but didn’t say
when he would. If you see anyone else
don’t say anything. We’re having a
meeting tonight.”
“A meeting of who?” Draco asked curious, confused and
hoping for more information if he could get any.
“Can’t say,” Blaise looked
at him mysteriously before speaking again.
“Although I thought Harry might have said something about it to you.”
“He didn’t,” Draco said looking carefully at the
other Slytherin. “Just told me to think
over joining his cause for at least twenty-four hours before giving him my
final answer. Snape’s up there by the
way.”
“I’m not surprised by that,” Blaise
shrugged casually not letting anything slip.
“Go back and think about it. At
least you got a chance. I got
blackmailed into doing this but now I enjoy it.
I’m glad I’m on his side.
Hopefully you’ll make the right choice for you.”
Draco headed down the flight of stairs after bidding Blaise goodnight. He
passed only a few other people on their way up, Hermione Granger and perhaps
most surprisingly the Weasely Twins.
He went back down to his room and laid back on the
bed with a little flop. He had a lot of
thinking to do but he had already made his choice to get revenge and to help
Harry get his. It meant much the same
thing anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Is
everyone here Severus?” Harry asked the Potions Master quietly.
“Granger, Zabini, the four Weasley’s that can make it,” Snape said ticking them off on
his fingers. “Lupin,
Krum, and of course Madame White.”
“Good,” Harry breathed.
“Nervous?” Snape drawled, amused that Harry might
actually have a case of the nerves.
“No,” Harry said calmly watching all the people file
in and take their places. “I haven’t
been nervous about anything involving Voldemort for a long time, unless you
count the Triwizard Tournament.”
Snape chose not to say anything. There was no need to. He understood Harry better than anyone
present in some ways and in others he was hopelessly lost.
“Everyone,” Harry addressed the group, his tone going
no further than the farthest person gathered there. “You all know why we’re here tonight. Fred, George, have you perfected that little
item?”
“But of course,” Fred said with a smile, for some
reason Harry could always tell them apart.
“We even managed to make it look like a piece of
candy too,” George added helpfully.
“What it does-”
“is create a big shield of smoke that also covers the
casters voice and any noise they make from-”
“being heard,” Fred finished for his brother. “At least that’s what the yellow ones do.”
“The green ones on the other hand-”
“cause all those who aren’t wearing one of our charms
to be frozen for five minutes-”
“of course they have to be within a ten foot radius,”
George finished.
“Thank you both,” Harry said with a smile in their
direction. “Moving right along. Remus, have you been able to get an answer
from the werewolves?”
“Yes,” Remus said looking towards Severus. “Some have agreed to help in the final battle
but not before then. They’re trying to
gather up more volunteers.”
“By the way I have your Wolfsbane
for this month,” Snape said to Remus, briefly interrupting the meeting. “Tell me when you want it. Also tell your little were-friends I’d be
willing to make them a supply of Wolfsbane for the
help they’re offering us.”
Remus looked a little shocked at this offer but was
very grateful. “Thank you Severus,” He
breathed.
“Don’t
thank me,” Severus sneered and put as much venom as he could into his next
words which wasn’t much at all. “Thank
your little Gryffindor prodigy, he was the one who was able to convince me well
enough to do it for them.”
“Harry,”
Ginny spoke up not wanting to hear anything more on Snape and Harry because she
knew how Harry had blackmailed Snape into joining his Order. “Have you had anymore dreams or visions?”
“Not
this week,” Harry said. “But it feels
like it won’t be far off, perhaps not this summer but soon enough as far as
we’re all concerned.”
All the
heads nodded solemnly. They could
understand what he meant. All who were
present had been a part of the Order of Godric and Salazar for the past year
and a half. It had been brought together
by Harry Potter and contained only those who had been either Slytherin or
Gryffindor or by someone who strongly contained and exhibited the traits of
either House in the cases of Krum and White.
They
had either been forced to join or had joined out of their own choice in order
to help Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, destroy Voldemort and to train together to
be near him during the final battle. He
would need all the help he could get since he would be going up against
Voldemort. With the help of his secret
Order he would be hopefully able to get close enough to strike the killing
curse at his mortal enemy and finally bring him down and end the terror that he
had brought to the Wizarding World.
“Well
Potter,” Blaise said with no malice tracing his
words, it had been missing for many months now that he was finally glad to be a
part of the Order. “Things are beginning
to move ahead finally. I will try my
best to convince Draco to join our ranks.
We need him no matter what other people may think.”
“How
did you know about that?” Harry asked simply not at all surprised that Blaise had found out that he had spoken with Draco.
“Met him
on his way down from here,” Blaise supplied the
information readily enough. “You know we
can all keep our mouths shut about what goes on within the Order. Malfoy will be a powerful asset to our ranks,
one we shouldn’t overlook just because of a few grudges,” He glanced pointedly
at the Weasley’s.
“He is powerful and when he comes of age or begins training with us
he’ll become even more so.”
“There
was one other reason I called this meeting,” Harry said acting as though Blaise had reminded him of something he had forgotten,
which wasn’t likely since Harry was always organized now. “My power has increased, it seems I’ve
already come of age this weekend.”
“But
you’re not even eighteen,” Madame White objected looking him up and down.
“’Arry,” Viktor spoke up sounding slightly puzzled at his
announcement. “You ar’
not even seventeen. ‘ow
is this possible?”
“Apparently
he takes after Riddle in more ways than we had previously thought,” Severus
answered softly a tiny bit of strain edged it’s way into his voice and
eyes. “Riddle was an early bloomer as
well.”
“Has
Harry been tested yet?” Hermione asked eagerly wanting to know all the details
and statistics.
“By the
Headmaster no less,” Severus responded coolly, forgetting about Riddle for the
time being. “And even he was surprised
at how much power the boy had, which says a lot. I expected no less from Harry though. He is a Potter and he does have some of
Riddle’s essence in him as well. It was
only to be expected that he would reach this zenith after a period of time.”
“Yes
well enough of that,” Harry brushed it off quickly, not wanting to dwell on the
reminders of what he shared with Riddle.
“We need to get some sleep so everyone is dismissed unless anyone has
something that needs to be addressed?”
“How
about a small demonstration Harry?” Blaise asked with
a smirk.
“Very
well,” Harry responded evenly.
He
disappeared and reappeared directly behind Blaise.
“That
good enough for you?” He asked Blaise coldly. “Or would you like me to kill something? Or perhaps would you like me to charm an army
of snakes into loyally serving me and only me?”
“Potter!”
Severus scowled at him harshly. “Watch
what you’re saying.”
“Sorry
Severus,” Harry turned his gaze off Blaise and returned
it to the stars shining brightly above the group.
Blaise was white but other than that he betrayed nothing as
to what he might have felt from Harry’s little rave. Yes, they would definitely need Malfoy sooner
rather than later. He was one of the few
people who could get away with provoking Harry and trading off insults with him
while most of the rest would be too afraid or worried to continue prodding him
on. His little outbursts were getting
more and more frequent because he couldn’t let out anything, he held in
everything, or nearly everything that he felt.
Blaise also knew that Draco would be able to keep the
Slytherins together because he was a natural born leader and he was
powerful. He would be the perfect asset
to their cause and there was only so much that Blaise
could do without having his Housemates get suspicious but with Draco no one
would question anything, at least not to his face and that was just what they
needed. Not only that but none of the
Slytherins would dare to get in Draco’s way if he told them to clear out and
they wouldn’t dare to disobey him if he was cross even a little bit.
“Listen
Potter,” Blaise said standing and brushing off his
robes. “It’s been fun and all but I need
to get back. Questions will crop up, one’s
I can’t afford to have asked of me right now.
Especially without Draco to back me up.”
Harry
nodded and Blaise quickly fled. He wasn’t scared of Harry per say but he did
hold the other in a high amount of respect and he knew that he shouldn’t cross the
fine line of pissing Harry Potter off if he wanted to live to see another
day. He wasn’t stupid. No Slytherin was when it came to their own
skin.
Blaise slipped carefully back through the Slytherin common
room and up to the sixth year dorms.
He was in the same year
as Harry and his friends, a year above Ginny Weasely. She wasn’t so bad considering the fact that
she was a Weasely but she was smart and quick witted,
something her brother Ron was not always gifted with. He was lucky that no one had been waiting up
for him or it would have made things rather difficult for him.
“Zabini,” Draco’s voice was so soft that he almost wasn’t
certain he’d heard it. “Come here.”
Now the
last part he had heard for certain. A
small frown furrowed his brow as he tried to think about what it could be that
Draco would want with him.
“What
is it Draco?” Zabini asked looking at the slim blond
Slytherin who was now before him, the shadows still partly blocking his face.
“I’m
joining,” Draco said with a tiny smirk.
“Tell him for me. I can’t be caught talking to him unless it’s
a fight of some sort but you could get away with it. Everyone thinks you’re too kind to have been
a Slytherin but you have them all fooled don’t you Zabini? Just like Potter has everyone fooled, except
for a select few that is.”
“What
do you mean?” Blaise asked suspiciously.
“You’re
nice so that no one will question you when you have to do something kind,”
Draco supplied his observations readily.
“And Potter, he’s more like Voldemort than you could ever imagine Zabini.”
“Oh no
Draco,” Blaise breathed with an eerie smile on his
face as he fought the urge to laugh darkly, mostly for effect but he couldn’t
risk the noise. “He’s much more like
Voldemort than you could ever
realize. You say it without much
evidence but I’ve seen him, I’ve heard him and soon you will too and you’ll
understand why I go to him willingly. He
won’t expect you to bow to him and worship the ground he walks on Draco,
Voldemort does and will. Harry just
wants him dead and after that he wants a long vacation.”
Draco
said nothing and let Blaise go into the dorms. It was going to be a long night, with many
more things to think about.
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