The Headmaster's Deed

by Sipherous

After the summer returning to school reveals a treasure so power it'll shape the future for students to come. The game begins in earnest but with the relaxed state of the new year, evil stirs and comes back with a vengeance. -Recently Edited all chapters and updated to fit with new outline I planned.- Chapter 6 Due Friday.

1. Wondering Mind of a Lonely Road

Harry Potter and the Headmaster's Deed.

Major Update 2: I have actually spent time slowly panning this out on a piece of paper during my 2 year absence. Yes I have not forgotten this story just couldn't be bothered with writing anymore after getting depressed

First the major changes-

I rectify the changes made previous, everyone who died, did die.

Next the incident at Malfoy manner that had taken place is far different from what was explained in the book, also the final battle mixes the movies rendition and the books rendition together a bit with some added spice in to throw around and present some new details.

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Chapter 1: Wondering Mind of the Lonely Road.

The train to Hogwarts announced its departure and students wanting to board as late as possible had to pick up their bags and leave their parents behind for yet another year. A new experience awaited everyone it was to be the first year in which the school would be truly free from the influences of the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle's defeat in June allowed the Wizarding World to celebrate for the prospering peace that would follow. The ministry of Magic in shambles held a temporary government until the true election could begin during the first week of October allowing most parties that were captured or killed during the war to persecuted or remembered. The students however were arranged to go back to school, no time would be wasted in teaching them the values that would shape the future for the better.

Slipping through the thin corridors of the train, a head of platinum-hair moved to find a deserted compartment in which to take his solitude. It was his choice to return, he knew but it did not help him any. His involvement in the War caused the distrust of many, his family, his friends, if he even had any to begin with. Finally finding a compartment in the first car of the train, which was avoided mainly due to the noise generated from the locomotive he sat himself down by the window and stared out at the scenery he observed so many times going to Hogwarts.

"This had better be worth it." The boy mumbled pushing the bangs of hair out of his eyes as a way to ease his tension.

He wore muggle clothing, something you would not expect of him if you knew who he was. Even more shocking were the colors, a red T-Shirt, dark in color and a steel black leather jacket draped around him. He had a pair of black pants and a pair of shoes shined to mirror the reflection of all who gazed upon it. If you were to look at him, you would know he was rich, which was true but looking at him again you would probably run in fear because coming across Draco Malfoy now was a risky undertaking unless you were brave or an utter fool.

Malfoy, everyone who knew Wizards knew the name. The Malfoy name was engraved in history as far back as the medieval times. They were of the first generation of witches and wizards and held more political backdrop that even the Noble House of Black. However, their history was not always a shining example to follow; The Malfoy's had supported the Dark Lord's campaign, hundreds of years of hatred to back it up and if you were to ask any historian if their excuse was legitimate, they would most assuredly tell you yes it was.

Draco however was free of imprisonment, He stared out the windowing lost in thought and wondering if what he did was the right thing, if what he was doing now was the right choice. Coming back to Hogwarts was something he never thought possible but opening the letter he received only a week ago wondered if he made the right choice.

Dear Draco Malfoy

We are sorry about the delay in you receiving this letter. I wished to personally write you this letter in hopes that it would be more meaningful for you to accept.

In light of your fathers recent imprisonment, and your unfulfilled schooling as well as taking in consideration you academic career thus far and finally your last minute actions during the final confrontation with Tom Morvolo Riddle Jr. (Lord Voldemort) you have been asked to return to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I have personally seen to your allowance at the school despite the fragile Ministries attempts to keep an eye on you and under house arrest. I hope you do come to the school and make your final year one of the most important.

This also might be a shocking revelation but you are to be given the title of Head Boy. I thought very long and hard about this Mr. Malfoy and I am ashamed myself to say this title is given to you as a mere bribery in hopes you will return. I have learned a great deal of things after the war and wish for you to be a part of the School. If you accept, I should hope you take your role with absolute seriousness and not abuse your rights.

As a final word, I personally wish for you to return. If not as the Head Boy than as a Student, I am sure some of the staff feels the same so please consider your return as well.

See you at the opening Banquet

Headmistress M. McGonagall.

He rested his head back against the seat and remembered when the letter arrived. Surprised at the letters informality and the fact they gave him the title as Head Boy as a bribe he nearly sent back a reply in anger refusing to return to a school that took pity on him. He did not want the title, he did not even want to go back to school, it brought about to many memories, memories that were nothing but painful. The letter brought back the same feelings he felt when he was up in the astronomy tower that night two years ago, and then again the feelings returned during the final battle. That battle was what made people fear him, it was what made them all realize his blood line; Malfoy and Black the oldest of Wizarding families forged into his blood, but it was only after he escaped from Hogwarts that he was shown how to be a better wizard.

Flashback...

Malfoy Manner, June 1997

Draco had just apperated with Snape into the sitting room of the Malfoy Manor, the entire incident at Hogwarts went to shambles and to top it off Draco had never completed his task. Snape had somehow melted from the darkness and finished Draco's job for him effectively completing the operation and fleeing the scene with Potter following behind. Draco was pale and unable to hold himself up upon arrival dropped to the ground breathing heavily. Snape turned to look at him and frowned.

"The Dark Lord was an idiot, to think you had the mentality and the maturity to actually kill someone." Snape sighed.

"I... I... couldn't kill an unarmed opponent, he was weak and..."

"It wasn't about killing him Draco it was..."

"WHERE IS HE?"

The doors suddenly burst open behind them and both Snape and Draco turned around to see Voldemort walking swiftly to them, quietly followed by Narcissa and other Death Eaters. Snape nodded to his Lord slightly and Voldemort only sneered in disgust.

"Snape, on what authority do you take to complete another's assignment?" The Dark Lord shouted

"Forgive me Lord but one would expect to complete a mission rather than have it fail." Snape replied evenly.

"Yes, yes it is a good thing it is a happy day indeed as Potter's mentor finally succumbs to death, Sooner than expected anyways and young Malfoy you alive and well."The Dark Lord replied inspecting is nails.

"It appears to me he did more than we expected, unfortunately the old fool planted enough thoughts and ideas into the young boys mind that he was unable to deal the killing blow." Snape informed.

"Oh really and why was that Draconis, why couldn't you just wave your wand and say the magic words hmmm...?" The Dark Lord hissed bending down to meet the Draco face-to-face. The Dark Lord had taken to calling Draco by his latin name saying it invoked power and fear into anyone who would approach should Draco himself take on the change.

Draco shook nervously; he had talked to the Dark Lord only once before during the previous summer when he was first given the Dark Mark and his mission for the year. It was never this close and his eyes were watching the floor instead of his Lord. Looking at the red eyes of the man who used Cruciatus curse for fun now, Draco felt the sweat forming off his brow instantly. The Dark Lord kept his own eyes locked with Draco's his smile on his face like nothing you've ever seen, Draco however didn't know what to do. Looking away showed he was weak, but keeping his eyes trained to the Dark Lord was a sign of challenge; either way he would be in trouble. A few moments later the Dark Lord started laughing.

"My Lord?" Narcissa questioned as Voldemort stood up smiling even wider and narrowing his eyes at her.

"I know why he didn't kill the old fool, it wasn't honorable."

Draco's eyes shot open and he realized the Dark Lord had been using legilimens to read his thoughts. Quickly he asserted his barriers but it did not matter anymore because the damage had been done.

"Honorable, Dumbledore was one of the most powerful Wizards of his time and still is; how is it not honorable to kill him Draco?" Bellatrix asked raising a slight eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"He... I... He was weakened from something..." Draco mumbled before Voldemort whirled around grabbing Draco by the collar lifting him in the air.

"HE WAS WEAK!" Voldemort hissed loudly and smiled viciously.

"Dra..." Narcissa tried to scream but was quickly silenced by her sister fear easily seen in his eyes as the Dark Lord held Draco. The DarkLord had never dared touch anyone by hand the act considered to muggle by him.

Soon the doors were open again and the Death Eaters from the castle. Upon the display before them many were confused, Voldemort never got his hands dirty, preferring the Cruciatus to do his work for him.

"Are we interrupting anything?" Dolohov asked and the Dark Lord's eyes fastened on all his followers who jumped back in fear except for the Malfoy's and Bellatrix herself.

"No, this is just a rather unorthodox method; Mr. Malfoy here felt remorse during his assignment and refused to kill a weakened old man preferring him to be healthy, to be well and able."

"But wasn't that the point?" Bellatrix asked and Draco turned his head in horror.

"Yes, yes it was you were supposed to die Draconis; Dumbledore was supposed to end your life tonight when you finally made your move unfortunately you managed something even better, with help I might add." Voldemort explained and Draco's eyes went wide as saucers, "Oh yes Draconis, you weren't supposed survive you weren't supposed to come back you weren't even supposed to get this far into the year yet you have; you prevailed and even accomplished your mission despite not being the one to carry it out, you Draconis show promise."

Draco said nothing, he stared into the blood red eyes of Voldemort unable to break the gaze yet feeling the assault on his mind. Fighting back was harder than anything he had done before but it held and held far better than he thought possible. Soon the assaults stopped and Voldemort smiled.

"Well, someone's taught you well Draconis and it's a good start because you'll need it." Voldemort said with a laugh.

Draco was now shaking slightly still being held up by the Dark Lord because the look in his eyes was showing Draco something he wasn't prepared for, nothing he wanted to be prepared for and unfortunately he did not have a choice in the matter.

"Everyone leave, the boy stays with me now and he will not be bothered for any reason."

Nobody moved at first but upon seeing the first flash of green light slamming into a random body the others fled instantly leaving only the Dark Lord and Draco in the room alone. Draco was paralyzed with fear now, nobody would protect him, nobody would help him now; he was at the mercy of Tom Morvolo Riddle.

"Now Draco... How well can you handle pain?"

Draco's eyes widened in horror as Voldemort raised his wand and whispered the one word that would forever change Draco's opinion on pain.

"Crucio."

End Flashback...

Draco shuddered at the memory, it was the worst day in his life topping even the day of the final battle. He was subjected to curses he had never heard of and multiple castings of Crucio. He lost count after several hours and soon his body was nothing more than a limp piece of meat hanging from a chair he attempted to crawl on after the Dark Lord said he was satisfied. Ordering someone to carry him to his room where he stayed for a week before being called down and subjected to it all over again. This went on for the rest of the month, he would be tortured cruelly and then sent back to recover, he would stay in bed anywhere between three to four days before returning and each time it was longer and harder. After the sixth time he resigned to end it himself, he would defy the Dark Lord he did not care, that day marked the day of his part in the war.

Flashback...

It was the end of June, somewhere between the 28th and 30th Draco was unable to tell. He was still in pain from the last encounter but he would not give the Dark Lord the satisfaction of breaking him. He marked his day of death now; July 1st was when he would be meeting the Dark Lord, which was the day he would strike back. Removing one of the many books his Father had purchased for him on the Dark Arts, he began to study and practice for the next meeting. Most people would think him be a vegetable but after hours of torture he truly felt nothing. Therefore, he stayed awake studying and reading up on the Dark Arts and soon he found himself being brought forth to the Dark Lord again, only this time there was an audience.

"Agh, Draconis it is nice to see you again."

Draco merely nodded and began looking around the room at the various people who wore their masks. He shivered in disgust before turning back to the Dark Lord prepared for his due punishment.

"Yes well they are here for other matters Draco but first I would like them to see how far you've come, yes your tolerance for pain is most impressive now. How long this time... shall it be 15 minutes of crucio with 45 minutes of random cursing... yes sounds about right and we'll be here for roughly 6 hours so without further delay... CRUC..."

Draco instantly moved out of the way drawing his wand reciting the words for the first spell he would use, "PREGRAVO!"

The Dark Lord dropped to his knees unable to stand from the amount of weight pushing down on him. Many of his followers motioned to interfere but the horsed cries of the Dark Lord to stand down stopped them as they watched Draco weave another, longer incantation his words pouring out in a long complicated manner.

"Elementum incendia, ventus, unda quod terra efficio meus - RAVISHER"

From Draco's wand came a blast of energy that hurtled in all directions. It was a highly advanced spell and something that he read was unable to be controlled without hours and hours of practice; Draco only had a day since he found the spell and had never before preformed it and in doing so unleashed a storm of power that wasn't his to control. Bolts of lightning streaked across the room while wind kicked up knocking several to the ground, water began to rain down around the tables as a brilliant stream of flames crossed its way straight to Voldemort who was now up, the previous spell being canceled out and immediately put up a shield.

"PROTEGO!"

The flames licked around him before dispersing and Voldemort countered instantly with a massive blast of energy, no incantation required knocking Draco back into a table. Many of the Death Eaters were in an uproar as Voldemort stomped forward angry than he ever had been in his life; not even Potter managed to infuriate him this much. Before he could launch the next curse a cry of Stupefy shot forward and with a well-timed movement Voldemort watched a follower behind him crash into his chair. Looking forward he once again saw Draco having his wand pointed at the Dark Lord a sneer across his face and the will to die in his eyes. A few moments passed between them before the Dark Lord smiled in satisfaction and raised his hands in a joyous laugh.

"Well done, boy well done."

End flashback...

It was after that night that destined Draco's role in the final battle. The Dark Lord recognized his potential and pushed him to study saying that if he could not learn in school he would learn in his own home. It was also the first time in his life that Draco had been accepted by everyone. Even after cursing the Dark Lord, he was not touched again. The Dark Lord knew he could kill him at a moment's noticed and it was something that Draco knew every day of his life. After being congratulated Draco witnessed the murder of his muggle studies teacher and due to the overwhelming conflicting thoughts in his head, he had fainted. The Dark Lord ordered him to grow a backbone but did not punish him for it, which he found odd. Despite the number of missions being called out for the Death Eaters, Draco seemed to be the only one to stay behind never getting involved with the grunt work of The Dark Lord.

During the year and the only time he saw some action before the final battle; Harry, Hermione and Ron were brought to the Manor and he was brought forth to identify them. He did not know what made him do it, but he simply told everyone off saying he had better things to do then identify a bunch of wannabe's. It was later that night he met up with them in a rather colorful conversation in the dungeon when Dobby had appeared to get them out. He left them and did not say a word to their escape. He continued his training like nothing happened when in reality, he had openly defied the wills of the Dark Lord a second time and he was sure that Voldemort knew of it. It was during the final battle he had met them again, only this time it was under the declaration of war. He first encountered Ron and Hermione during their flight to destroy a Hrocrux, it did not go as he wanted it to but they did get the point.

Flashback...

Draco tore through the castle of Hogwarts after hearing about an artifact from Voldemort himself stating there was one in the chamber of secrets and Potter was after it. He knew it was too late to stop them upon arriving to the chambers entrance and finding it open so he waited at the exit for the three to emerge. When only Ron and Hermione emerged the three within seconds had their wands out ready to kill when Harry had burst into the room wondering what was keeping them. He soon drawn his wand as well and Malfoy was left in a very sticky situation.

"Malfoy, the bloody hell you doing here?" Ron shouted itching to pass a curse at his enemy.

"Waiting for you, unfortunately it seems I'm too late in stopping you from destroying what I was sent to protect." Draco said absentmindedly.

"How do you know about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted in surprise and anger.

"Is that what they're called, he only said something about his life depending on the object so it is a Horcrux; disgusting."

"Is, what are you going on about you slimy git." Ron seethed through his teeth.

"I don't have time for this; you three want to waste your time talking to me then do so I'm leaving." Draco replied not wishing to get into an altercation with them at that moment.

"Not bloody likely Explelliarmus!" Ron shouted and Draco just moved his wand up and slammed it into the spell muttering a protego.

At that point the three knew something was different about him. Draco had simply lifted his arm casually to block the spell without even flinching. He shook his head he did not want to duel them and tried to walk away but Ron through a second curse instantly a fight broke out with curses, hexes and charms being thrown in every direction. Draco could not get a brake as each one threw a curse reciting the next in successive order.

Harry soon broke off from the fight heading up a flight of stairs and with a quick moment of reprieve Draco had struck back using a blinding flash to blind both Hermione and Ron. He jumped after Harry intent on following him for some truth. He noticed the hallway we was at encountering Goyle and Crabbe along the way and they hid in a class room and Ron and Hermione soon caught up. It didn't take long however after the three entered that Crabbe got ansty and followed after. In a span of 5 min another fight broke out Crabbe attempting to kill Ron.

"What are you two doing, oh never mind just make sure you do it right!" Draco shouted pissed about the Braven actions Crabbe had taken.

"Shut-up Draco we aren't idiots." Crabbe muttered and Draco cursed under his breath before sending a brutal curse at Ron causing the boy to slam into the wall. Better than Crabbe casting a killing curse at him.

Hermione quickly moved to help Ron but instantly took a hit from Crabbe who was smiling at the two in a crazed fashion firing off a few Avada's randomly.

"Now's our chance Draco, we can kill the mudblood and the blood traitor, watch!" He began to cast a spell and Draco knew exactly what he was planning.

"No I was sent to retrieve them for the Dark Lord he wants them alive!" Draco shouted blocking another curse while trying to dissuade Crabbe from launching his spell.

"He's not here is he and you are not my mother Draco, your family is nothing in the eyes of the Dark Lord and now I'm here to see to it they don't interfere anymore..." Crabbe said and began to incant a familiar spell that Draco knew he did not want to see released.

"CRABBE STOP!"

"Vincent we can't control that!" Goyle said trying to shake him off the curse.

"Shut-up I can do this!"

"No don't POTTER get them out of the way!" Draco screamed and started the counter curse for the spell he knew was coming.

"You think you're so hot Draco, being under the Dark Lord well no more! This time I'll get the praise and glory and it will be I getting rid of them!" Crabbe laughed out knocking Goyle to the side and preparing to launch his spell.

Harry quickly used a powerful version of accio drawing his friends to him as Crabbe released his attack.

"FIENDFYRE!"

Instantly the room was ablaze and everything began to burn within seconds. Draco was not prepared for the intensity of the spell and the fire raged towards him causing his incantation to be cut short as he jumped back towards Harry.

"Crabbe control it now!" Draco shouted but Crabbe went into a panic as the fire turned on him and began to consume him as well.

"Vincent!" Goyle cried blasting waves of water at the flame slowing its advance. It didn't take long though the entire room was soon overtaken.

"Potter what did you come here for?" Draco shouted and Harry pointed to a diadem and Draco nodded watching as the flames consumed the area it was located.

"It won't be enough Malfoy." Harry said not really understanding the situation.

"Why shouldn't, this is the most powerful fire spell we have in the Wizarding world besides the black fire of Atrum Incendia and there is no way in hell I'm casting that."

"Do you even know it?" Hermione asked and he turned to her with a cockiness he had from his school self.

"I know it, but I can't control it, very few can even the Dark Lord himself won't cast it."

"Okay so you want to..."

Suddenly the flames surrounded the Diadem and instantly the screams of a soul began to fill the room and Harry, Hermione and Draco watched in shock as the Diadem fizzled with evaporating goop. Draco turning to Harry wondering if that was supposed to happen. Harry just nodded to him allowing them both to think of a way out.

"Draco!" Goyle shouted and the three turned to see Crabbe consumed by the fires he created, shaped like a demon and clawing at him from every which angle. His body soon began to lift his skin crusting over and his screams dying down as the boy was consumed by his own spell and blew into ashes. Draco shouted some profanities and began the incantation once again and Hermione realizing the spell he was doing joined in both of them weaving magic together to cast a single spell faster.

"Potter, make sure the flames don't reach us!" Draco shouted as he skipped a few verses.

"What about Ron?" Harry asked.

"He'll be fine, he's knocked out that's all." Hermione stated and continued to chant.

The two of them built up the reserve of magic, something that wasn't normally done but needed to be because of the size of the flames, Goyle and Harry continued to monitor the flames but soon they were back into a corner and Malfoy had no choice but to release spell.

"NOW!" Draco shouted and both he and Hermione released the spell.

"Mediorcris UNDA!"

Like the fire, the water to form and began lapping up everything in sight. Draco knew that it was not enough and directed the flow to Goyle before he was engulfed in flames. He noticed the door was engulfed as well but unable to get there in time.

"Potter we have 5 minutes before those flames get back to their previous levels, we need an out and we needed it yesterday!" Draco shouted over the roaring waves and burning wood.

"Broom, we'll fly out of here."

"Do you see any?"

"No I don't I... There!" Harry pointed to three brooms in a corner and Draco nodded calling them to him and handing one to Goyle and Potter.

"Goyle follow, Potter grab Weasley, Granger get on." Draco shouted and she quickly shook her head.

"I am not getting on that with you."

"You'll help me cast a spell but won't get on a broom?" Draco questioned and Harry rolled his eyes before pushing Hermione into Draco grabbing Ron and heading for the burning door.

In a span of one tenth of a second Draco had chosen to forgo trying magic on the door and Hermione screamed realizing what Draco was going to do and shielded herself. Slamming into the door with full speed and weight the door burst into pieces sending the two riders toppling over one another as the broom went out of control.

"Hermione, Malfoy!" Harry and Goyle shouted as they sped through the door themselves the flames licking up everything within.

The two of them looked up to see how bad they were hurt, Draco could feel a pain all over his body and when he opened his eyes he realized why. Hermione was wide eyes and starring at Draco with shock, horror and a small amount of fear as Draco held her in a very tight embrace shielding her from everything, it was more of a reaction for Draco to protect her, like instinct but he quickly let go standing up and brushing himself off before offering her a hand. She hesitated still in shock of what happened but complied nonetheless getting up off the ground and dusting herself off as well.

"Are you two okay?" Harry asked just as Ron stirred awake though no one noticed.

"Fine Potter, and now I need to get back, the Dark Lord will probably be pissed off and want to kill me." Draco joked and Harry frowned at the idea while Hermione continued to stay silent.

Goyle picked up Crabbe and muttered something about the hospital wing leaving the four to themselves. Draco grabbed the broom and was about to take off when Ron came out of nowhere.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

The attack was so sudden that Draco never had time to react he turned his head and suddenly shot out the window, one of the highest towers in the castle and he was thrown out the window without his wand which fell in front of Hermione as Ron grinned. The last thing Draco saw before hitting the ground were the heads of Hermione and Harry looking at him in horror and shock before everything went black from the impact.

End Flashback...

Draco shivered at that memory. Slamming into the ground did not hurt, it knocked him out instantly and he actually wondered why he did not die. When he woke up, revived by several Death Eaters who took him to the forbidden forest began to question him on his whereabouts and weather he was truly loyal to the Dark Lord. That was an experience all in itself, weak and just woken up after a 300 ft drop only to be questioned by the lowest of Voldemort's followers. It was not until Voldemort himself came to collect Draco that the others backed off returning to the war themselves.

The battle from there took a turn for the worst, as more order members poured in from god knows where and the Werewolves arrived with Greyback leading them the slaughter truly began. It was havoc on both sides as flashes of green red and white were sent every which way. Eventually Hagrid had appeared being carried by a horde of spiders in which Voldemort had him tied to a tree, which was a strange idea. Draco himself was waiting by the Dark Lord's side his mother and father with him as well when Harry appeared through the clearing and instantly Voldemort shot the killing curse at him, dropping him dead. Draco shocked quickly ran up to the body inspecting it when Voldemort asked if the boy was finally dead, Draco felt a pulse but remorsefully declared him dead. Voldemort happy, had the body carried by Hagrid to display to those still fighting. Upon seeing the tragedy the entire army went crazed and started fighting back even harder. The Centaurs soon joined; Neville ended up cutting off Nigini's head enraging Voldemort before Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn and Kingsley Shacklebot engaged him and Draco in two on three duel, which soon turned into the main event as Harry Potter emerged himself ready to take on the Dark Lord in the grand finale of the battle. However it was not going to happen and proved to be the greatest testament to where Draco's loyalty were when everything came down to it.

Flashback...

"TOM, I'm here Tom and I'm going to take you down!" Harry shouted as he moved in front of Molly Weasley for her murder of Beatrix Lestrange. Behind her was Hermione, Ginny, Luna and surprisingly Tonks who was injured before Hermione, Ginny and Luna intervened.

"Harry Potter, so nice of you to join us... ALIVE!" Voldemort hissed turning his eyes to Draco.

"He had no pulse." Draco stated waving his hands in the air and Harry cocked an eyebrow trying to figure out whom it was Voldemort was talking to.

"Yes, so you say."

"This is it Tom, we fight here and now." Harry declared raising his wand and Voldemort smiled.

"No, we won't..." Suddenly Voldemort slammed his waned into the ground and the entire sky lit with a fiery Dark Mark, not the usual green but one red in color, the fighting suddenly came to a halt and Harry stood firm facing Voldemort.

"Draconis step forward."

To Harry's, Ron and Hermione's amazement Draco came calmly from the shadows and stood in front of the Dark Lord, wandless and emotionless.

"You're alive!" Harry gasped in surprise turning his head to Hermione to make sure she was seeing the same thing to which she nodded in response.

"You bloody git I knew you were too good to be true!" Ron shouted once he saw Draco standing there.

Voldemort smiled as he saw Harry's reluctance to cast a curse. He slowly stepped forward and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder causing a cold shiver to run up the blonde's arm. His arms slowly coming around to embrace the boy. Draco himself looked uncomfortable.

"I'm sure you know him Mr. Potter but allow me to introduce Draconis Alexei Malfoy my personal guard Mr. Potter and practitioner of the dark arts." Voldemort said happily sliding his hand across Draco's face accenting his features, "After his completed blunder in the astronomy tower last year I saw to it that all weakness was left out of the boy, I trained him for this moment the day he challenged and killed you!"

"I have no wand my Lord." Draco replied and Voldemort quickly took out his own.

"Then take mine and kill the boy." Voldemort ordered handing Draco his phoenix wand and Draco shook as it rested in his hand.

"I... I..." Draco shook holding it in his hand.

"Such a pity really... You still won't kill, your usefulness ends here and were as promising as Snape was," Voldemort sighed waving his arm before brandishing the wand of Dumbledore's grave, "AVADA KADERVA!"

Draco's eyes widened at the thought of him dying when a black robed object suddenly burst from the dark and pushed him out of the way, Voldemort shocked by the turn of events looked at who he killed and noticed it to be Narcissa Malfoy. Draco went stiff in surprise as Voldemort smirked.

"Malfoy," Voldemort shouted turning to Lucius who had a wand drawn his eyes gleaming hatred, "Always useless till the very end."

"...YOU!" Draco lifted his own wand but Voldermort was faster.

"Imperio! Now Draco kill Harry Potter!" Before he stepped to the side missing a killing curse sent after him by Lucious.

Draco moved swiftly following his command and firing a hex at Harry with nothing but blankness in his eyes.

"Draco!" Lucius screamed but Voldemort ordered his silence and everyone present watched the blonde stand up and face down his once Master.

It was a sight to see the Malfoy lord battling against his former master in a way no one had ever witnessed before. Voldemort held his own shock written that a once devoted follower would dare attack him. Draco did not move still under the effects of Imperius and facing down Harry like a doll on strings.

Harry was in turmoil as he faced his long time enemy; Draco was part of the reason Albus Dumbledore was dead, he hatched up the entire plan and Snape had ended it where he couldn't sending the whole of the Wizarding World into chaos. Harry should have wanted to kill Draco, he should have wanted to end the git's life and in fact talked about it regularly. However now faced with the opportunity, he couldn't the truth was upon him and Harry knew Draco was being forced to do everything, weather by the will of his father or the love for his family he swore to protect Draco was against him unwillingly.

"I'm sorry." Harry said and hoped Draco understood what he was apologizing for.

Draco did not reply but instead bowed which signified a formal duel had begun and Harry nodded in compliance. Every spell, every hex, curse and charm casted benefitted one or both of them. Lucious and Voldemort had momentarily stopped their fight to see the exchange begin. Voldemort stood their laughing as the two boys dug deeper into their knowledge of the ancient magic, dug deeper into the darkness of magic trying to find a way to win a duel that was not wanted and he marveled in his own chaos. The two battles began the final conflict and soon the war was back on as an impatient Death Eater made the first move to hex Potter during the fight. Remus who came to Harry's defense engaged and instantly the surrounding area became a field magic. Voldemort had no opposition as he quickly blew luscious back with a well-timed curse. He stood watching his own pupil battle the only thing that had ever been in his way. He waited for the first shout of Avada but after ten minutes and neither propelled the curse Voldemort's patient wore thin.

"Kill him Draco; make sure you are the victor!" The Dark Lord yelled and continued to laugh until he heard a sudden noise behind him and his face whipped around to see a blinding white light encompass his vision sailing him through the clearing and into the center of Harry and Draco's duel. The two stopped and turned to see Lucious standing again.

"YOU INSUBBORDONATE USELESS FOOL!" The Dark Lord cried out the anger being felt from everyone in close proximity, his wand high in the air sparking with electricity.

"The Elder Wand." Harry said in disbelief.

"I'm surprised you figured it out Potter it was no wonder the old man was so powerful, the greatest wand in the wizarding world and now it is mine to control." Voldemort said in excitement aiming it at Lucious.

Both men launched their spells at once. Colliding the two spells rippled the area throwing Harry and Draco down on the floor while Voldemort stood strong releasing another wave of curses at Lucious. The two continued to wage an all-out war between themselves pulling out the darkest of spells which neither Draco nor Harry ever heard of. It was then that Harry heard Snape's spell.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Lucious waved his hand in an intricate manner and Voldemort threw himself to the side as huge lines appeared in his position deeply cutting the ground and widening slightly causing Harry to pail at the extent of damage the spell could actually cause.

"LUCIOUS... just die!" Voldemort acciod his own wand and waved them both in tandem causing Lucious to raise an eyebrow in curiosity before his knowledge finally caught on to what was about to happen.

" Quisnam sto in plenus lux lucis of polus to order ut patefacio porta of abyssus, I come continuo digredior levitas..."

The incantation was long and the power being felt by everyone in the battle was mind numbing, Harry was too busy trying to stop Draco from attempting to kill him while also keeping an eye on Voldemort when a spell slammed into his chest and he rolled on the ground against a tree. His wand was still in his hand but Draco stood before him without a trace of emotion. Holding his mother's wand once more

"Avada..."

"Pretrificus Totalus!"

Draco suddenly went rigid collapsing as Hermione came limping to Harry to see if he was alright. Harry was panting heavily and wide-eyed as he nearly suffered his fate at the hands of Malfoy.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

"Been better, can you reverse it?"

"No, something is blocking off the curse it's like he's completely under Voldemort's control without a single hope of helping him and as to why he can't resist..."

"It's hard, to resist is to basically know yourself and I think Malfoy is so confused and broken right now that he can't resist." Harry answered to which Hermione nodded when Ron walked up to Malfoy.

"Stupid git, try to kill my best friend will you!" Ron said and slammed his foot into Draco's side.

"RON!" Hermione and Harry shouted in amazement.

Draco suddenly shot forward grabbing Ron by the arm and dragging him to the area in which Harry and Hermione where standing. He knew what was going on, despite not being able to control himself he had enough sense to know what was happening. If Avada Kaderva was the forbidden curse, punishable by a lifetime in Azkaban, then this curse was the one curse that was punishable by immediate death no questions asked. This was Voldemort's original spell, a spell so powerful that it took the control of two wands to cast and he had only ever used it once during the raid at the Ministry of Magic.

"Malfoy what is he doing, what are we doing?"

"Look above you Potter."

Harry complied and upon looking in the sky he noticed the ruin surrounding the area and exactly why Lucious apparated to safety. The ruin was expanding as well slowly starting to encompass the field of battle in which it was being cast at. Soon the clearing was void of anyone except for Voldemort, a few centaurs and werewolves that had gotten into a scuffle range of the attack.

"INDIGNACIO!"

The Spell ripped forth a brilliant display of green lighting and Harry realized that the spell was a massive Avada Kaderva and one he never known to exist, he looked at Draco who shook his head as the spell killed everything in the area it encompassed, nothing survived except for Voldemort. A blinding spell passed by Voldemort and the Dark Lord whirled around to meet Lucius's enraged face.

"Voldemort..." Lucius shouted his wand raised to his own Lord.

"Foolish, do you have any idea who I am... I am the dark Lord, I am Lord Voldemort and you... you are through!"

"Be that as it may, I'd rather die right now than serve you anymore."

"Fine than have your wish..."

"INCENDIO!" Draco shouted suddenly in an attempt to protect his remaining family.

Voldemort countered quickly and with a split second cast an unknown spell. The force of the attack was fast, powerful and rippled through Draco like a hammer. Draco only had time to see his wand shatter before he slammed head first into a tree and the rest of the battle was lost on him.

End Flashback...

As far as he knew, Voldemort had been defeated by Potter. The reason as to how was lost on everyone as Harry had never fired a single curse at him but it took Draco roughly a month to figure it out after realizing the Elder Wand was involved. Doing some research he found out the wand passed over to the one who managed to defeat the other in a duel. As Dumbledore was the previous owner Draco had been the first to disarm him. From there he deduced that when Ron knocked him out of the Window, the powers of the wand passed to him. When Ron assaulted Draco in the tower and Harry had disarmed Ron out of reaction, which was a complete guess, the wands power passed to Harry. The wand was picky and would not kill its true master so the reason the spell deflected from Harry to Voldemort was due to the wand being owned by Harry. Voldemort thought he was the true owner but due to his own misconceptions about the wand it ended his own life. The irony was not lost on Draco either, Voldemort killed himself the first time in the same manner. At least the bastard was dead.

What surprised Draco the most however, was what his father had done for him. Draco always believed he was never good enough for his father, was never what his father wanted him to be and in turn thought his father hated him. That seemed to be the mindset Draco had until that night, when Narcissa took the killing curse for her son, and act that was not lost on anyone there. Luscious took the loss the most painfully and had turned himself in. The summer was spent traveling alone for Draco as none of his friends from school talked to him anymore and those that did, did it to harass him. He was an outcast in the wizarding world, regarded as forced participant and his deeds went unrecognized by all. He had learned of Serveus's death and only felt more alone than ever as his father was serving time for his crimes once more. His actions allowed him to serve community service and he had spent his months under someone else's care before school. He had been invited to the awards ceremony but declined the invitation, only to receive a Dumbledore's Honor Medal in honor of his involvement during the final battle, and the knowledge of what had happened at the manor. The inscription on the medal read;

A wondering mind walking a lonely road, his allegiance is to no one but his family.

The letter received depicted the speech that was given for the medal as well as who gave to medal out.

Read by; Minerva McGonagall

This medal is given to Draco Malfoy for his actions during the final battle of Hogwarts saving the lives of the following:

Vincent Crabbe, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter.

These lives are grateful for his actions and continue to live thanks to his selflessness.

The medal was the only one given out as it had been created after Dumbledore's death. Two Order of Merlin's 1st Class were given out that day, Harry Potter received one as well as Severus Snape who received one in post death hung on his picture now residing at Hogwarts. Hermione Ganger and Ron Weasley were awarded second class along with Neville Longbottom and a few other teachers and students of the school. 3rd Class awards were awarded to a few others including Hagrid, the late Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, fallen Weasley brother Fred, and anyone else who had died the day of the final battle which were all listed on a card given to Draco, highlighting the events of the evening. Along with the medal came a personal note from Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy

I did not see you at the gala, it is a shame I really thought you would come. I never thanked you for everything personally and I know that things were not completely under your control. I wanted to explain to you that Dumbledore knew about you and wanted to help you without endangering your family's lives, but we ran into complications and everything became a mess. I was helpless that night as Dumbledore had bound me to my spot and I have a pensive here in my possession that was to be delivered to you after all this blew over, but you never showed up so I'll give it to you whenever.

I don't want to sound like a nag or a bore or anything, but if you ever want to talk to someone about losing their parents I don't mind. I know losing your mother must have hurt, it hurt me but for you to actually know her I just want to say my condolences, it's not pity I just understand, and Neville does to so if you give him a shout as well he offered since I was writing you.

Also thank you for protecting Hermione during the tower incident, I wasn't sure how we were going to get out but you took a risk and protected her through it, and I'm sorry about Ron's actions; Hermione laid it into him after that, she thought you were dead when you hit the ground. They're still trying to recover from that, although how did you survive that was over 300ft?

You are still a limy git, but school won't be the same without you.

Sincerely, Harry Potter

The letter had him on the Hogwarts train. The letter gave Draco something he never had, hope. He expected to die that night two months ago, he should have really when he fell 300ft to the ground. However, fate had other plans for him and he took it greedily. His future was still undetermined but thought he could get help for that upon arriving at Hogwarts. The train had been moving for two hours now, three more and he could finally be somewhere he was comfortable. Though he was an outcast in his own house he felt more comfortable there than anywhere else and the teachers still liked him, or so he thought according to McGonagall's letter.

Enjoying the scenery passing by Draco didn't notice the door to his compartment open and then shut again until he felt a nervous pair of eyes on him. He turned his head to the entrance to see non-other than Neville Longbottom standing before him petrified in fear.

"M…Malfoy." Neville stuttered and Draco just nodded his head before turning back to stare at the scenery.

Neville noticed his actions and thought it strange, then his mind remembered what had happened to Draco for the past two years and he decided to sit down and read, hoping his company would help Draco relax from his tense posture. The actions didn't go unnoticed and Draco held back a smile for the kind, simply actions of just being there. It was in that instance Draco knew what he wanted, knew what he could do to find the redemption he wanted and his first task was right there in front of him.