Welcome to the first chapter of my Harry Potter fanfiction. I know that Draco/Ginny is basicly dead, so you don't have to remind me. I'm writing this fanfiction to get over my urge to destory Deathly Hollows because of how horribly it ended. This will help my finallize my print on the Fandom communtiy and make a proper Draco/Ginny fanfiction. Well, on to the thing. Sorry for the OCCness of Draco but... it had to be done.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to JK Rowling. Not me. This was all done for fun and not profit. Just enjoy it and please don't sue.

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A Shattered Spell

'Sometime in life, we all need a little nudge to get us moving in the right direction. If we ignore it, we're likely to get a shove."

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The Dark Lord watched the boy for a moment with sharp, crimson eyes before he turned away. That Malfoy boy, he knew he would be trouble eventually. A failure if anything else, but it was to be expected. As they said, the apple did not fall far from the tree. He turned his back to the Death Eaters and stared out the window.

"I do not expect that these spells are likely to hold them off," he said, hissing. He turned back around in a whirl of black robes. "They will be here shortly, if they are not already."

He saw the boy shudder in the corner of his eyes, and his father looked at him calmly. The other Death Eaters knew what to do, they all stood and drew their wands. The Malfoy boy did the same, if in hesitation. He then looked back out.

He knew that Harry Potter knew about what he had done at school. It didn't bother him in least. He wouldn't find all of them in time, for his death would come much sooner. The thought of Harry Potter's body laying at his feet made Voldermort smile. That day would be sooner then the poor boy could imagine.

The door opened and they all turned. Mad-eye Moody stood in front of the door, his false eye whirled around. Behind in were seven other members of the Order had their wands out, pointing them at the Death Eaters. Voldermort looked almost lazily at the Phoenix Members, before he spoke.

"Mad-eye, it's a pleasure. What brings you to my humble lair?"

"I'm here to take care of a few things."

He already had his wand ready and he pointed it at Lucious. A jet of red light shot from the tip and the man only barely managed to dodge. He countered with Avada Kavada but Mad-eye moved out of the way. The spell hit the albino petcocks, killing it. He growled in anger.

Lupin remembered why they were there, but couldn't really tell why Mad-eye wanted to do it in the first place. He scanned the crowd quickly and found the boy backed up against the wall. He looked unsure about who to attack. He could understand his confusion. He moved his way through the crowd of fighting people towards the boy. Why did Mad-eye want to help him anyway? What did he see that Lupin did not?

Draco Malfoy had learned rather quickly that he did not like being a Death Eater. The life of a Death Eater was filled with confusion, lies, and the possibility of death. If he could of, he would rather like to return to six years ago and change what had happened. But he couldn't do that now. As the battle crashed around him, all he could do was lean against the wall and close his eyes.

That was when Lupin grabbed him by the arm, took his wand, and singled to Mad-eye. With a scared grin, the man signaled to the others and they apparated. Draco along with them. When they had vanished, Voldermort lowered his wand.

"They came all this way just for him? Seems like a lot of wasted effort but still," his eyes narrowed, "what do they have planed?"

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Draco was thrown to the ground when they had reached their destination with out care by the werewolf. They were in a dark, unclean looking house. In the dim light he could see dark curtains on the walls, tapestries also decorating the walls. He looked up and saw Mad-eye Moody limping over to him. He moved back against the wall in attempts to get away when he hit the wall he groaned. No escape for him.

He grabbed his arm and stood him up. After looking him over for a moment he spoke one word. "Dralia."

With the spell casted Draco felt something pull at his chest. To his horror he saw strange colored light spill from his chest into Mad-eye's hand. He attempted to stop it by covering the place with his hand but it just went through. Something was forming from the light in Mad-eye's hand. It almost resembled a heart. Not almost, but exactly like a heart. The light finally stopped and formed a heart out of blue crystal in the scared man's hand.

"What in Merlin's name is that," Lupin asked. The other man smiled knowingly.

"This is the boy's heart."

With an expression of horror on his face, Draco stared at the thing in the man's hand. It couldn't be his heat. He could still feel his beating against his rib cage.

"Or anyway, the spell around it."

He dropped the heart and it clattered to the ground. When it did, Draco felt strange for a moment. Did he feel a stronger feeling of fear for just a moment. The moment the heart came to rest though, the sensation passed.

"Malfoy," Mad-eye said, and he looked up at him. "You're going to be free."

"Free? What do you mean?"

"How do you feel right now?"

Confused by the question, Draco found himself answering the question. "Confused and worried."

"Do you remember the last time you were really happy?"

"Yea-years ago. When I was with my mother."

"Do you want to be able to feel that way again?"

He hesitated. He remembered the way he use to feel around his mother, but emotion had died when things had changed. Did he want to remember how he felt back then fully? Did he want to feel fully? The answer came back a solid yes. He did, and he nodded.

"Very well."

Mad-eye brought his staff down on the crystal heart and it shattered into dust at the force of the blow. Draco felt something snap into place instantly before everything went black. He fell to the floor in a heap and the man who had done it look sternly at him.

"Are you sure that you crushed the spell and not really his heart?"

"I am sure. Let's hurry and get him to the Borrow."

He picked the Malfoy boy up and slung him over his shoulder. The other Members of the Order, besides Lupin, gave a farewell and vanished. Mad-eye turned to the werewolf in confusion.

"You coming with me?"

"Only for a while. Tonk's expects me back soon."

He nodded and then apparated, and a few seconds later Lupin did the same. With in a few seconds they appeared in the back yard of the Borrow. Charms over the house allowed none to apparate directly inside, so it was a walk instead. Mad-eye didn't mind that too much and limped his way up to the door.

"I'm Mad-eye Mood as they call me, or Alaster Moody. Ex-Auror."

The door opened and for a moment Molly Weasley smiled at him. When she saw what he was caring though she looked surprised. And worried. "Hurry up," she said, moving out of the way. "Get him inside!"

Moody clamored in and followed Molly to the couch, where he laid the boy down. Molly looked in concern at the boy and bent down, pushing a few strands out of his eyes. He was unconscious, and sweating.

"What happened to him?"

"I broke the spell over him," he told her, "he should be completely normal once he gets use to the changes."

Her eyes went back down to the boy. "What do you mean?"

"He will be emotionally unstable for a while but it's only for a little bit."

Draco shifted in his position and into a better to sleep in, and finally seemed peaceful. Molly watched him for a few minutes and smiled. At least now he was safe from that father of his. Maybe spending some time at the Borrow would help him see differently then the Malfoy's. Grabbing a blanket, she put it over him, tucking him in mothering.

As least the rest of the children were up stairs. For how long the boy had to rest in peace, she didn't know.

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"Draco Malfoy is what?!"

News that Malfoy was sleeping on a couch down stairs came as a bit of a shock. The news first came from Ginny, who had gotten up early. She had discovered him when she had heard a soft moan coming from the couch. She had ran back up to them when she found him and told the others right away. Ron became so angry that his face looked like a tomato.

"I can't believe it, when did you think he got here," asked Hermione. Always the calm one.

"My guess not too long ago. We all heard Mad-Eye come in, didn't we?" Ron looked at Harry pointedly. "He probably brought him here after some raid."

"But why bring him here," Ginny asked.

"Something must have happened to him," Hermione put in, tapping her finger on a book in thought. "Maybe he's on our side now."

"No," Harry said, "I don't think so. It has to be some other reason."

"I don't know what then."

Mrs. Weasley called out to them that breakfast was ready. They made their way to breakfast and as they passed the couch they saw him. There was a blanket around him, and he slept peacefully within it. There was a feeling of unease when they ate so close to him, but they pushed those thoughts aside. They didn't think about him again until they left the table and had to pass by the couch again.

Mrs. Weasley told the boys to go and degnome the garden before it got too hot, and she sent the girls to deal with the Landry. That left her alone with the Malfoy boy. She walked over to the couch he was resting on and placed a hand on his forehead. He didn't feel hot any more, like he did when Moody brought him. It was a large weight off her shoulders. After carefully fixing his blanket she picked up the Daily Prophet.

"What a load of rubbish," she muttered. It wasn't until the third page that she found anything worth reading.

Malfoy Heir Renamed

In a stunning turn of events in the Wizarding

World, Lucious Malfoy had made another

Person hair to his vast wealth. And it is

Not even a member of his own family.

'Pansy Parkinson will be heir to

My wealth,' Lucious said upon

Being questioned. When asked

About the reason for this sudden

Change he said only this, 'My

Son is far too unstable to lead

My family.'

She turned to Draco, closing the paper as she did. Now he was all alone in the world. He had no more wealth or family to rely on. That was when she made a promise to herself. She would make this boy apart of their family, no matter what.

She walked back over to his laying spot and looked down at him.

"At least I have enough experience with boys to last a parent a billon lifetimes."

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Draco woke up the next morning with a start. He sprung up and shielded his face with his hands. When he realized nothing was trying to attack him, he relaxed slightly. Where was he? He was on a couch, covered in a blue blanket, inside a cozy looking living room. He blinked and sat properly on the couch, removing the blanket. He bent forward and picked up a tattered book off the ground. Wizarding through out the ages Where in Salazar's name was he?

A strange feeling plunged its self into his mind and he lurked forward. The feeling was so intense that he was seeing purple. What was wrong with him? Se soon, with out knowing how he got there, was on the ground attempting to bereave.

Mrs. Weasley came down and when she saw him on the ground her fear skyrocketed. She ran over to him and sat him up by the shoulders. "What's wrong?!"

"I don't know… I don't…"

The purple sight began to fade and everything returned to their normal shades. When he could focus again he realized who she was. It was Mrs. Weasley, mother of that idiot Ron Weasly. Instead of feeling angry thought, he just felt tired. And something else. There was a strange feeling in the back of his mind. He chose it ignore it though.

"You seem to be alright now. Come on and let me fix you some breakfast, dear."

She moved to the other room and Draco stood up, a little unsurely. He had no idea why he felt unsure but he did. He swallowed the feeling and let it vanish before he made his way into the other room. Mrs. Weasley was finished the final touches on her food, when Draco deiced to speak up.

"Why am I here?"

The woman paused for a moment before she turned around and handed him a plate full of food. The eggs and sausage smelled so good he could hear his stomach growling. He sat down at the table and began to eat.

Mrs. Weasley sat down at the front of the table and watched him for a few minutes. He really did have a healthy appetite. That made her smile. At least maybe now he would stop looking so underfed; she wondered how much he ate while a death eater.

"The reason you are here is because Mad-Eye brought you here. He knew that this would be the safest place for you after what happened."

Draco nibbled on a piece of sausage as he thought. After what happened… He knew that was feeling so strange, and why he was, was because of the decision he had made. He felt alright though with the situation. He didn't know how long it would last. He could already feel a strong feeling of anxiety washing over him. He swallowed his food and sighed.

"I understand why, but I just don't… care where I am right now."

"That's good."

Then a feeling of Darkness washed over him and he stood up. He had to get out, he had to run. He left the room, having only ate a little before he escaped outside. Mrs. Weasley though just watched him sadly.

He wouldn't go far.