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Disclaimer:
I do not own the Harry Potter-universe or any of the canon characters. All of
the related material belongs to J. K Rowling. Only plot is mine. Got no money,
only debts, suing will only result in complaining on my part.

Warning:
The following story contains graphic violence, sex scenes and otherwise
possibly disturbing material. My advice if you don�t like this kind of stuff:
TURN BACK! You have been warned�

Pairing:
Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC, Lavender Brown/OC, Pansy Parkinson/Neville,
Luna/Fred/George

Rating: R+
for smut and beatings.

Summary:
Starts at the end of Harry�s sixth year, when Harry, Hermione and Ginny
unexpectedly runs into Draco Malfoy right outside Kings Cross, beaten to a
bloody inch of his life and surrounded by strangers�

Codes: OC, M/F,
M/F/F, Het, Preg, Language, Violence

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The
Hogwarts Express stood waiting as the students approached. A lot of people
hurried to get on board, fearing that there would be some kind of attack
against the large mass of pupils during the departure. Only a few older
students led by a slim-built, raven-haired young man and his tall, almost
lanky, red-haired friend. They were talking to a giant, bearded man with a
large crossbow at his belt and a long shafted, twin-bladed woodcutter�s axe in
his hand. Although the axe seemed to be purposed for twin-handed use, the large
man was waving it like a child�s toy, gesturing towards the students boarding
the train while talking in a loud, booming voice.

The chat
was over soon, however, and the small group of youngsters boarded the train
along with the rest of the students. They had some trouble finding themselves a
free compartment, but after some searching they managed to squeeze themselves
into a small room and shut the door. One of the girls, with her
chestnut-coloured hair loosely put up in a bun, but with a few loose strains of
hair hanging down her cheek and some other tucked behind her ear, pointed her
wand at the door and muttered:

�Colloportus.� As soon as the words left her mouth
the lock of the door clicked and a few hard tugs later the girl was sure it was
locked properly. She turned to the rest of the young men and women in the
compartment.

�This is
really, really bad.�

�Damnit �Mione, we know it�s bad alright!� the raven-haired
boy cried in frustration. �We kind of got the message when Hagrid
told us about the dementors leaving Azkaban and the Gringott�s closed their bank in Switzerland for transfers due to
the uncertainty of the security during money-transfers. If that wasn�t enough,
the attack on the Ministry of Magic last week, performed by Deatheaters that
were supposed to be in Azkaban sure as hell gave me the impression of something
being horribly bad!�

�Relax,
Harry, mate�, said the red-haired, freckled boy to his near-hysteric friend, �we know that this is much for you but��

�For me?�
Harry cried out, �Much for ME?! Hell, I would be happy if things were like this
and it only concerned me, but what I�m worried about is the fact that this
threatens not only the Wizarding World, but also the Muggles in the whole of Britain. Damnit,
Ron, we�re fighting on a losing side!�

Ron
remained silent for sometime, and Harry also seemed to have drifted into deep
thought. A boy almost as tall as Ron yet with considerably wider shoulders and
a clearly muscular body spoke up, his voice soft and nervous.

�I believe
that this �threat� is nothing serious�, he said, holding his hands up as Harry
and Ron began to protest, �no, wait, let me finish guys. If this was the true
power of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then we wouldn�t be here today. He would
have attacked Hogwarts with full force as soon as he learned the news of
Dumbledore�s death, and his followers would easily had outnumbered and killed
all of the teachers and the students, including us, granting his final victory.
Of course, he must still act strong, so he traps people when they are alone and
kills them, then mutilates the bodies, to cause fear. Everyone knows that the
Ministry is divided right now, and he uses this attack to fuel the chaos and
paranoia that is already threatening to ruin our defences. I don�t like what
he�s doing, but it sure isn�t like he�s able to do much more than this yet.�

The others
watched in awe as the boy finished his speech, and after a few moments of tense
silence Ron spoke up, the shock evident in his voice as it trembled and a new
look of respect in his eyes when he looked the boy in the eyes and said:

�Damn,
Neville that was some pretty impressive explaining. With that tactical cunning,
you must be one hell of a player at Wizard�s Chess.�

Neville
blushed and looked at his feet. The tension in the room was tight until
Hermione simply stated:

�Well,
there�s not much we can do about this right now anyway, is there? So, let�s
skip the dreadful talk about Voldemort (Neville flinched notably upon the
mentioning of his name) and go straight to the planning business.�

�I agree�,
said a slender, blond woman with short hair and a dreamy expression on her
face, �we have to decide where we are to set up our headquarters, when we�ll
assemble and under what name we shall assemble.�

�As for the
first question�, Harry said, �I think I know just the spot. It�s not as close
to Diagon Alley or the Leaking Cauldron as Grimmauld
Place 12 is, but it will suit our needs and nobody knows about it. Plus, we
will not need to share its� whereabouts with the Order, something that I think
will be of great importance. As to the second, we will use the DA galleons, yet
with a slight change, so that when I activate mine you will be able to use a
simple spell to travel directly to my current location, thereby solving the
issues of having a traitor in our midst. Call it paranoia, but I don�t want to
take any chances, not even with you guys in this room. As to the third�� he
paused and looked around in the room, the corner of his mouth twitching
slightly, ��why refer to ourselves as something else than what we are. We will
be the Hunters.�

Harry and
his friends talked for a good long time before the food cart arrived, and they
continued the talking and planning until the train was almost at the King�s
Cross Station. Harry felt a sudden need to use the restrooms and excused
himself from the rest to go and take care of his natural needs. On his way back
to the compartment, however, he was approached by someone he didn�t quite
expect, and most certainly hadn�t hoped to meet.

�Harry
James Potter, I expect you to at least talk to me once during the travelling to
London!� an
angry voice rang out behind him. Harry sighed and turned, fully prepared to
shout the living daylight out of the person he knew would be standing in front
of him. He�s plans, however, came to an abrupt end as any voice he could
possibly have uttered were muffled when the fiery redhead that had been
standing behind him first smacked him hard across the cheek, saying:

�That was
for not talking to me since the break-up after the ceremony!� and then planted
a long, hard kiss on his lips that were followed by her dragging him into an
empty compartment while saying:

�And that�s
for at least having the balls to finally face me. Come on in, Harry!�

Harry
Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, was standing in front of the youngest and, in his
opinion, certainly prettiest member of the Weasly family. Ginny Weasly was
currently in her most dangerous mode as she lectured the, in her opinion, far
too worrying and non-thinking Saviour of the Wizarding
World.

�I don�t
think you understand me, Harry� she said, her voice not exactly a scream but
still loud enough and with just the right amount of hurt and sadness to make
Harry�s insides want to strangle himself for being such a prat towards the girl
he knew he loved, �I love you. I always will, and nothing in this world is
going to change that fact! Look me in the eyes and tell me that you do not love
me, do it, and I might believe you.�

�I-I�Ginny�I�
Harry stammered, �oh sweet God, Ginny I love you too. I love you more than life
itself, and that is why you can�t come with me, don�t you see!� He practically
screamed the last part.

�Why not?�
she hurled back in an angry voice and continued with a softer, kinder one, �Why
is it always you that has to suffer, why is it always you that has to lose the
ones you love, to cut all ties with human emotions? Look at me, Harry. Why do
you have to leave behind the one person that you love?�

�Because��
Harry said, determination and sadness mixed in his
voice, �because of him, Voldemort. If he found out��

�Bollocks
Harry!� Ginny screamed in expiration, �you really are thick at times! �If he
knows�� well he bloody hell does already, thanks to you and me snogging in
practically every corner of the castle! If he hasn�t got to know by now,
through someone of his followers with a kid at the school, then he wouldn�t
find out if we continued. And even if he didn�t find out about you and me, I�m
still a Weasly in case you haven�t noticed, and my family is considered one of
the worst blood-traitors there is among his followers! I would still be a
target, with the only difference being that I don�t have any protection at all
except for the wards at the Burrow!�

�Why?�
Harry asked, tears now streaming down his cheeks, �Why do you have to make this
so hard? Can�t you see? I love you! I don�t want to leave you anymore than you
want to leave me!�

�Then
don�t.� Ginny said, lightly pressing a finger against Harry�s lips, standing on
her toes and kissing away his tears with light, feathery kisses, �Let me stay.
Let me be with you to wherever it is you are going. You know that I am more
than good enough with hexes; with your help I could probably exceed many of
Voldemort�s followers. Please, Harry, don�t leave me again.� The last words
were uttered with tears rolling slowly down her cheeks and her lower lip
trembling, her face clearly strained from keeping back the full-force pain of
separation. Harry knew that it was wrong, he knew he shouldn�t fall, but he
hated to have to see her like that, to make her cry, because he knew bloody
well that he was the reason for her tears, and he hated to know that the only
way to soothe her pain was to expose her to more danger. As he spoke up the
thoughts of what would happen if he loosed her crossed his mind, and he
clutched her arms around her tightly, capturing her mouth with a searing kiss,
after which he simply said:

�To the
end, Ginny. I don�t know where it is and I sure as hell don�t know how it is
going to be, but I know we�ll be there together. From now on, we�ll always be
together until the end.�

As the
train rolled in on King�s Cross, Platform 9 and three-quarters, the friends
were all united again. Harry gave all of the present their galleons, along with
the adjusted charm to use: Portus
Instante, which would transport the user to Harry�s then current location.
As they wandered of through the gateway and into muggle London Harry and Ginny
said goodbye to the rest of the group, turning towards one of the escalators
that lead to the main street outside. They were halfway on the way to the exits
when they heard someone shouting and turned to see a flustered Hermione coming
after them, running like her very life depended on it.

�I thought
you were going with my brother to the Burrow, �Mione.� Ginny said with a twitch
at the corner of her mouth, �Did he upset you in any sort of way?�

�Upset me?
Upset me?!� Hermione practically screamed, �The bloody git kissed me! Ugh, he�s
always been like a brother to me, well, not always, there was a brief fling
between us during fifth year but still, a kiss?!
And then he didn�t understand why I didn�t like it!�

�I�m sorry,
Herms.� Ginny said, trying hard to conceal her laughter but with little result,
�Ron has been totally smitten by you the last time but I guess it was one of
those things that just weren�t meant to be.�

�Bollocks, no!� Hermione said with a fearful expression on her face. �I wouldn�t want
to be together with him for all the galleons in the world, no offence, it just
wouldn�t feel like�well, let�s just say that it would feel incestuous!�

Now both
Harry and Ginny broke in to full laughter. Hermione looked at them for maybe
two minutes before following them, laughing so hard she almost couldn�t stand
straight in the escalator. When they got out of the Station, though, they were
met by a sight that made Harry instantly reach into his pocket for his wand
while Hermione and Ginny simply froze with an expression of pure shock on their
faces.

Lying in
the street, with a swollen and bloodied face, stained and dirty hair, bruises
all over himself and a leg pointing in a direction that was clearly unnatural,
was a young boy. His platinum-blonde hair was smeared with dirt and his
once-fashionable clothes were ripped to shreds, save for the boots that were
made of dragonhide and goblin iron, making them
nearly unbreakable. Around him stood three complete strangers, one tall,
muscular man with a long sheath on his back and a knee-long, deep red robe with
black and silvery details. His hair was dark brown and cut in a short, fizzy
style that would have made him look like some street-punk thrown right out of a
youth-jail if it wasn�t for his eyes. They were a cold, icy blue and spoke
widely for themselves; this was not a man to be bothered.

Second to
him stood a short female dressed from top to toe in green. Even her hair was
green, and however incredible it was it seemed to be naturally coloured that
way. The most particular about her, though, was her eyes; the irises were
completely red, in a nuance that strongly reminded of blood. At her left hip
sat a holster containing a wand and at her right a small dagger. Several other
daggers were strapped onto her wrists and upper arms, and around her neck hung
a thin veil, loosely draped but clearly visible and obviously meant for
shrouding her face with.

The third
man was a beggar, at least by the looks of it. He stood leaned against a thin
staff and looked down upon the young man on the street with a concerned look in
his eyes. Everything about him was dirty, form the toes of his shoes to the top
of his head, and he was dressed in rags of an unidentifiable grey nuance. His
beard and hair were both long and unruly, and he had his hair loosely tied up
in a pony-tail.

It was
however not the three strangers that startled the youngsters, or not even the
condition of the young man they were obviously guarding. It was the identity of
the young man.

Lying
there, in a heap of blood, filth and ragged clothes were none less than the
Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy.

�So, who
are you, another group of poachers that wants to have a go at this poor fella?�
the beggar asked them while he visibly tightened the grip of his staff. The
woman put one hand at her dagger and the other man reached for the thing on his
back (which Harry and the others were fairly sure was also some kind of a
weapon). Harry quickly went for his wand but before he could draw it or do
anything at all, Hermione spoke up, rage and mistrust evident in her voice.

�Why are
you protecting that scum?� she hissed, �He was one of the Deatheaters
responsible for Dumbledore�s death, what do you want to do with him. I suggest
moving away before the Aurors arrive, so that we can
take him into custody and place him in Azkaban, or, even better, give him the
Kiss.�

�So this
little brat is a Deatheater, huh?� the short woman
asked, her blood-red eyes glaring coldly at the body while her hand that had
been on the way to grasp the dagger dropped to her side, �It sure as hell
doesn�t look like he�s one of �em anymore.�

�What makes
you believe that?� Harry inquired, �He might have been beaten into this state
by someone who knew what had happened that night at Hogwarts.�

�Now
sonny�, the old beggar said, his grip of the staff a little looser now, �I
don�t want to be a party-spoiler, but the chaps that were beating this here boy
were definitely not on ol� Albus� �good-list�, I tell you that. They were clad
in black hooded robes and wore masks to cover their faces, if that gives you a
clue.�

�Damn.� was
all Harry could say, �Ah, well, we will have to hear the story from closest
possible source, Hermione, you are decent with healing-spells, you take care of
him, ok?�

�What, me?!� Hermione screamed, making quite a few heads turning their way, �No way
that I�m helping ferret-boy out! He got himself in this mess! He can get
himself out of it too!�

Harry
simply glared at Hermione, who in return glared right back at him. They stood
like that for a few seconds, trying to kill each other with their eyes, but
then Hermione�s sense of guilt and overall goody-goody nature got the better of
her.

�It�s just
that�why me?� she said in a small voice, her lower lip trembling, �Why does he
have to be at my place? You know how he always has treated me, why do I have to
help him now that he�s in trouble?�

�Because we
need him, �Mione�, Harry said, walking over to his friend and hugging her, �I
hate to admit it, but Ferret-boy is vital for us right now. He has information
about the Deatheaters that we are desperate to find, and with your help we can
get them. All you need to do is keep him in a spare room at your house and then
make sure he heals alright, and then we�ll take over from there.�

�But what
if it�s a trap?� Ginny said to no one in particular, then
blushing furiously as both her friends plus the three strangers turned their
eyes towards her. �I mean, what if he is only pretending to be injured in order
to lead his friends to any possible hideout that the Order or any other resistance
group may have. How are we going to avoid that possibility?�

�Apparation�
Hermione answered quickly, �I will take him to my parents� house by apparating
him there, then you have to take him to wherever this hideout of yours is,
Harry.�

�That means
you are going to do it?� Harry asked in both relief and surprise.

�I might be
emotional at times, but after all my pride and joy is my clear mind�, Hermione
said with a slightly cold voice, �so, I will take care of Ferret until he wakes
up. I might even consider being civil towards him, but only if he is civil
towards me, something that I see as highly impossible.�

Harry just
gave her a bright smile and turned to walk away. Before he left he told her
over his shoulder:

�By the
way, �Mione, I�ll stop by at yours later in the afternoon to drop of some old
books I came across at Grimmauld last time I visited. Since I doubt I�d
understand anything of what�s written in them, you might as well give it a go.
They are mostly about old curses and different types of Dark Magic, but as much
as I hate to say it, we will need to learn how to use those types of spells in
order to survive. So, see you later then?�

�Later
Harry� Hermione said with a smile on her face at the thought of books. Harry
dragged Ginny into a small back alley and a loud �pop� was heard. As soon as
they had gotten out of sight, Hermione turned to the people who had been
guarding Malfoy.

�And who
might you be?�

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A/N: There!
Done! Please note that this is my first ever fanfic at AFF.net, so don�t be too
cruel. Please feed my plot bunny, otherwise it will eat my inspiration instead
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