Blind Spot Book 1- The Beginning

Chapter 1

(Malfoy Manor)

At first glance it looked like an abandoned mansion. There were no lights on, no shades opened; every room was engulfed by darkness. Harry Potter stumbled through what was once, the spectacular Malfoy Manor, following an elf that led him with a single candle. He had been here before, but it was different then. He remembered being in awe of the beautiful decorations and the way everything seemed to sparkle, of course, at the time Malfoy Manor had played host to Voldemort and he was a prisoner of war.

Harry wondered if Draco Malfoy had undergone the same transformation as his home. He took a deep breath and continued to follow the elf. It led him to a door on the far end of the Manor. It knocked once then waited. After a few seconds the door opened, "Mr. Potter has arrived," the elf announced, then turned and left.

Draco sat alone in the darkness. The only source of light came from the fireplace, but that too seem to be dying. Harry walked over to the window and pulled the shade open. A burst of sunlight came pouring into the room. Draco squinted and hissed. "What the hell are you doing?"

Harry turned, surprised at the hoarseness in Draco voice. "I am showing you the light."

Draco got up and pulled the shades closed again. "Careful Potter," the room went dark, "I am living according to my side." Draco eyed Potter for a second, and then turned away. "We are on different sides or have you crossed over?"

Harry nodded and pulled the shades open again, "Yes we still are, but some of us are on our respective sides by choice."

Giving up, Draco returned to his chair. "What the hell do you want? Aren't you afraid I'm going to kill you? You got some balls coming here."

Harry chucked, "Thank you for noticing. I do have great balls, but the reason I am here is simple. I need your help."

Draco laughed. He laughed so hard his face hurt. "You want my help. What the fuck makes you think I would help you?"

Harry reached into his pocket and placed a small item in Draco's hand. Draco stared at the ring in his palm. "How did you-"

"We recovered the bodies- your parents, two days ago. I thought you might want it."

Draco threw it into the fire. "I don't."

"Malfoy, what happened to them?"

Draco chuckled. "What the fuck do you think happened? He fucking killed them."

Harry sat down on the leather couch and shook his head. "Why?"

"Why does he do anything?" Draco shut his eyes tight, trying hard to drown out the sound of his mother's screams, "because he can."

"Look Malfoy, I know that this wasn't what you wanted." Harry lowered his voice, "This isn't what any of us wanted, but-"

"How do you know what I want," Draco screamed, "don't assume to know anything, especially when it concerns me."

"I know you didn't want them to die. I know you don't want to live like this."

Draco just wanted to be left alone to wallow in self pity. "Get to the point. What do you want Potter?"

Harry walked towards Draco. "I want to offer you two things I never had." He stopped in front of Draco and whispered a spell. The ring flew out of the fire and into Harry's palm. It was cool to the touch. Harry placed it in Draco's palm and closed his fingers over it. "First, I am offering you a choice, a chance to do the right thing. You know Voldemort can't win this war. I want to give you a chance at redemption, your freedom."

Draco laughed again, "And what is the second thing the great Harry Potter wishes to offer me?"

Harry turned to face the window, trying hard to hide the tears that had begun to run down his cheeks, "A chance to bury your parents."

"What makes you think I want to do that?" Malfoy stood up and stared at Harry. "Look at what they have done to me."

Harry put his hand on Malfoy's shoulder, "Look at what they have given you." Harry put his wand to his temple and pulled out a silver strand, a memory. "A month ago your mother came to see me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass tube. Harry put the memory into the tube and set it down on Draco's desk. "I assume you know how to find me when you are ready to talk." Then he was gone.