I used to like to walk the straight and narrow line
I used to think that everything was fine
Sometimes I'd sit and gaze for days through sleepless dreams
All alone and trapped in time
All alone and trapped in time

I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me
Or am I even in it's mind at all
Perhaps I'll get a chance to look ahead and see
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball

But tell me, tell me where I'm going
I don't know where I've been
Tell me, tell me, won't you tell me
And then tell me again
My heart is breaking, my body's aching
And I don't know where to go
So tell me, tell me, won't you tell me
I just gotta know

Crystal ball
There's so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
There's so many things I've gotta know
Crystal ball
Won't you tell me please before I go?
Crystal ball

~Crystal ball - Styx

Crystal Ball - Part 1

It all started in divination class. Professor Trelawney was droning on about palm reading while the bored students pretended to listen, anticipating the nearing summer holiday. Draco yawned, looking at the sun soaked grounds out the window, He was so distracted he almost didn't notice when the professor stopped in front of him.

"Are you paying attention Mr. Malfoy?" She asked, causing him to jump, He sneered, the corner of his mouth pulling into a sarcastic smirk.

"I suppose I wasn't. You were saying something about hands?" The class snickered as Trelawney threw her hand up to silence them.

"Alright, I'll use you as a demonstration then." She said, holding out her hands. He looked at her for a second while his friends elbowed him and laughed. He dramatically rolled his eyes and placed his hands in hers. Then it happened. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as soon as their fingers touched. The air in the room became hostile and thick, choking off his breath. Trelawney's grasp on his hands tightened, and she began to gasp, a horrible, throaty sound. All eyes turned to face Malfoy, who looked completely horrified, his silver eyes staring at the seer, wide and unblinking. The seconds ticked away, feeling like hours. After a few more moments, a harsh breath entered her lungs and she broke contact, staring at Draco in horror. Silence filled the room, all eyes on Draco and the eccentric professor.

"What the hell was that?" Draco snapped, his face draining of all its color. Trelawney was silent for another moment before snapping out of her trance, saying quietly,

"It was nothing my dear boy." She paused, stepping back from the sixteen year old. "Class dismissed." The students slowly gathered their books and lazily shuffled out of the class, their eyes still trained on the young Malfoy. He sneered back at them, mumbling a few curse words under his breath as he walked out of the room.

"Wow Malfoy, you looked spooked!" Blaise laughed, punching Draco playfully in the shoulder.

"You don't actually believe her rubbish do you?" Pansy asked, catching up to the duo. Draco forced a weak laugh, worry laced in his silver eyes.

"Of course not, don't be stupid." He snapped. "She is just trying to scare me into paying attention in her worthless class." His two friends gave him doubtful looks. "It's the truth. Sod off!" He let the words roll easily enough off his tongue, but he barley believed them himself. He followed his friends to the great hall, hoping his worry wasn't obvious to the rest of the school.

"That was real strange what happened in Trelawney's class, don't ya think?" Ron said through a mouthful of bread. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"She is a sham." She started. "She probably faked something to scare him."

"I don't know Hermione." Harry cut in, looking at his fluffy haired friend. "I kind of agree with Ron on this one, her actions were almost identical as when she told me about Sirius getting into Hogwarts back in third year." The trio snuck a quick glance at the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy seems troubled about it." Hermione pointed out, turning back to the table. The three sat silently in thought for a moment, trying to think of what to do about the situation. Their eyes trailed up to the staff table, taking note that Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Trelawney were all absent. With a silent agreement, the trio stood up, briskly walking out of the great hall, taking heed to stay in the shadows lest they run into the missing professors or Filch. They made their way up the stairs to the third floor corridor, where whispers could be heard further down the hall. The three students froze, concealing themselves in the shadows.

"What exactly did you see Sybil?" Dumbledore's soothing voice floated over the stagnant air in the corridor. Professor Trelawney's shaken voice could be heard, yet the trio had to strain their ears to hear.

"His alignment is not what we originally thought it to be, he is very conflicted."

"Conflicted? So what exactly does that mean?" McGonagall asked.

"I am not exactly sure."

"I'm sorry, but I just don't believe that." McGonagall said skeptically.

"Was there more to this vision?" Dumbledore asked once again.

"Yes. You-know-who is taking refuge at Malfoy manner over the summer. He is angry with the Malfoys, specifically Draco's shift in alignment. He plans on punishing them, using Draco and another death eater. Draco's safety is in jeopardy."

"Did you see anything else? How will he be harmed?" McGonagall asked, the first traces of concern dripping like venom from her tongue.

"It was blurry. I saw a full moon, but was pulled back right after that." The professors grew silent and began walking away, leaving the trio with more questions than answers. They slowly made their way back to the Gryffindor common room in silence. They reached the portrait and made their way into the common room, sitting in front of the fireplace.

"So Malfoy is going to be punished on the full moon…I think?" Ron enquired, scratching his ginger scalp.

"I'm more concerned with why he is being punished." Hermione cut in. "She says his alignment changed. So he plans to fight on our side in the war?" Harry shrugged, wringing his hands together and staring off into the heat from the fireplace.

"It's hard to tell. I guess keep an eye on him." He stated. "Now we know where Voldemort is hiding though. We should go there and try to stop this. If we can save Malfoy, maybe we can get him and some of the other slytherins to fight against him on our side. We need all the help we can get." The trio nodded in unison in silent agreement. Their minds made up, they had a lot of work to do the next few weeks, and they started almost immediately in planning their ambush on the Dark lord and his cohorts.

"Draco, you haven't eaten much these last few weeks. Is here, is everything okay?" Pansy asked on their last day of class at breakfast. He toyed with his plate of eggs, taking a small nibble and theatrically rolling his eyes at his female companion.

"I'm fine, just studying a lot for exams." Blaise laughed, swiping the book out from under Draco's hands, playing keep-away with Pansy.

"He's still hung up on that fake premonition that bugger Trelawney made a few weeks ago." Draco scowled, ripping the book out of his friend's hands and setting it neatly with the rest of his books.

"I am not, just curious is all."

"Your eyes and voice betray you Draco." Pansy teased. Draco's scowl grew as he shoved his books into his bag.

"Sod off. I'm just trying to get better grades." He stormed away, anger boiling over like a red heat through his pores. He wanted to deny the fear instilled in him by the eccentric divination teacher, but summer started at the end of the day, and he knew who was taking refuge in his house. He had a horrible sinking feeling in his gut that the vision had something to do with it. He walked into the bathroom. He turned the faucet on and splashed ice cold water on his face. Looking up into the mirror, he stared at his reflection, seeing a wide eyed, terrified face staring back at him. He didn't want to be a death eater. He wanted to fight, to break the evil Malfoy mold. He wondered if her vision had anything to do with him accepting the mark. He wondered if she saw how reluctant and unwilling he was to accept it. Draco felt sick to his stomach, splashing water on his face once again. Shaking his head, he turned to walk out of the bathroom, trying to keep his composure. He was dreading the summer, and the dramatic changes to his life that were about to be made.

The end of the day came and went and before anyone could even blink, the golden trio was boarding the Hogwarts express, headed to their homes for the summer. Harry and Ron were going to stay at Grimmauld place with the rest of the order, Hermione staying with her parents until the two weeks bringing the full moon passed and they would sneak into Malfoy manor. Ron was reluctant to save the spoiled Malfoy heir, but Hermione and Harry convinced him that if they could save Draco from whatever Voldemort subjected him too, they could get more fighters on their side for the approaching war. Malfoy had an influence over some other slytherins, and maybe if he joined the order others would as well.

"So we have two weeks until the full moon?" Ron asked looking out the window at the darkness blanketed land.

"So it seems." Harry shrugged, wringing his hands. "We can discuss our strategy once we settle in." Ron nodded.

"Make sure you both write me with details. I'll get some research done and gather all the necessary materials." Hermione turned back to the window. A sullen sadness washed over the train cabin, and the three fell silent, preparing for the ambush.

"I just don't understand!" Draco sighed, looking into his crystal ball again, frustration staining his face. He sat alone in his compartment, fawning over his divination books, desperately trying to get a glimpse of the vision with no success. "Please just show me a little bit." He lowered his voice to a defeated whisper. "I just want to know." Draco pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Why couldn't he get it? Everything else came to him with little to no effort, but he couldn't even get the crystal ball to stir. He slammed his fist into the window, his knuckles throbbing, knowing his time was coming near. He leaned his head against the cool glass window, watching the tops of the pine trees pass by as the train zoomed to kings cross station. His thoughts were racing, making his heart crash against his ribcage. He slowly lifted his head, picking the crystal ball back up and planning it in his lap, staring into it once again. He was so focused he didn't notice the door open. His two friends entered the cabin.

"Seriously Draco, give it up. Obviously she was just trying to scare you." Pansy said, putting her hand on his knee in a friendly gesture.

"She clearly did a good job." Blaise snorted, taking the crystal ball and tossing it in the air. "Let it go. It was all fake. Draco exhaled loudly.

"You two just don't understand. Things are going to change over the summer. I am going to change over the summer. Things will never be the same and I don't know if I want them to change." Pansy looked at her friend, rubbing his shoulder slowly, trying to calm him.

"What's going on Draco? You know you can tell us anything. We won't judge you." Draco put his hand to his forehead, trying to control the shaking in his shoulders.

"I...I don't want to be a death eater. I know it sounds stupid, but I don't. He is taking refuge at the manor all summer, and I want to just run. I don't want that mark on my arm Pans…but I already know I have no choice." The three sat silently for a moment, lost in thought. The air felt thick, almost restricting their breathing.

"I don't want to be a death eater either." Blaise said, breaking the silence. Draco looked at his friend, almost feeling guilty for feeling relieved.

"Me either. It's all just pressure from the family. We are having the same problems and thoughts. You aren't alone Draco."

"I want to know what that vision was, if I did something terrible. She looked so scared; I don't understand how anyone could fake that. I…I just want to know. Maybe I could prevent it." The slytherins nodded in agreement. Draco put his crystal ball back in his bag as the train pulled into kings cross; ready to regurgitate the hundreds of students inside it, eager to begin their summer, save six students, who were dreading their summer, knowing their lives would never be the same.

"Okay, so we are going to use the cloak to get into Malfoy manor, grab Malfoy and aparate out of there to a secluded area and figure it out from there?" Ron asked, trying to make sense of their plan.

"Yes, but don't forget the paralysis bomb your brothers gave us." Hermione added, placing her suitcase down on the floor. "If spells aren't enough we just throw this and they will freeze in their place." Harry nodded, taking a bite of the biscuit he was holding.

"Exactly, that will give us enough time to grab him and get out of there." He stated. Hermione tapped her chin with a neatly trimmed fingernail.

"I still think we should bring other members with us." Hermione said. "Plus, what will we do with Malfoy when we get out of the manor?" Harry adjusted his glasses, nose wrinkled in concentration.

"I didn't think ahead that far. I'm sure he can figure out where to go. He may not actually be on Voldemort's side, but that doesn't mean he would want to be stuck with us, and the same goes for everyone else."

"That's true, I never thought of that." Ron got off the bed and paced around the room. The sun was slowly going down, the full moon just a few hours away.

"We should start any last minute preparations before leaving. Hermione walked out of the room, leaving the two boys alone. Ron continued to pace back and forth, his nervousness showing on his face.

"I really hope this premonition was real and not just Trelawney being…well herself." Harry wrung his hands together.

"That's what I'm afraid of." He bit his lips, twirling his wand in his fingers. The thought crossed his mind many times before, but for some reason Harry believed her. He looked out the window, his emerald eyes focusing on the sinking sun on the horizon.

"Ron, get Hermione, its time."

"Straighten your tie Draco, what is wrong with you today?" Lucius snapped, sending ice through Draco's veins. He scowled, his spirits soured. "You know today is a big day, today you…"

"Accept my mark, I know." He snapped, eyeing his father who he once idolized. "I don't see how it's that big of a de…" He didn't get to finish his sentence. He felt a hand smack the back of his head, spots dancing in front of his eyes.

"It IS a big deal. We have already disgraced him enough already. For your sake you better prove your worthiness to accept this mark." Draco blankly stared ahead, his stomach feeling heavy, like it was full of cement.

"You mean for your sake. I've done nothing to disgrace our name." Lucius furrowed his brow, the anger boiling over until his face turned a furious shade of red. He pushed Draco up against the wall, his hands on either side of his head.

"You will do well to hold your tongue." He growled, his face distorted in anger. Dropping his voice into a threatening whisper, he said,

"I'm not sure what's gotten into you or who put foolish ideas in your head, but it would be very smart of you to shape up before you get hurt. Stop acting so insolent…"

"Lucius! Stop!" Narcissa stormed into the room, lightly pulling her husband away from their son, running soothing hands down his arms.

"He is probably just nervous. This is a big change in his life. He will adjust, I swear." She rubbed soothing circles into his back. Lucius seemed to relax a bit, his face returning to its stoic glare. "Go on down, the meeting will begin soon. I'll bring him down." Lucius turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Draco alone with his mother. He turned to her, his heart breaking when he saw tears in her eyes.

"Oh Draco…" She started, moving in to embrace her son. "I am so sorry; I wish I could take you away from all of this, away from the evil. I am a horrible mother, bringing a child into a world of prejudice and hate." Draco put his arm around his mother.

"It's okay…it will all be okay." He didn't know if his words were true, but he wanted nothing more than to make his mother feel better. They broke their embrace and looked at each other for a moment, ice blues staring into dark browns. She straightened his tie and suit, making sure all the creases were out.

"You have turned into such a handsome young man Draco." she admired her son, his eyes showing a rare softness. : I just want you to know, no matter where you go or which path you choose, I will always support and love you." She lightly kissed his forehead, motioning him out the door,

"Thank you mother." He smiled, walking out the door to join his friends, other death eaters, the dark lord, to be forced to accept the mark with Pansy and Blaise, and change is life forever.

Harry, Ron and Hermione slipped under the cloak outside the manor, their hearts racing so hard they almost burst out their chests. They saw the death eaters gathered outside waiting to get in, and they joined them, keeping a short distance behind them. The doors opened and the death eaters began to file in, taking a deep breath to calm their nerves as they approached the door, quickly slipping inside silently. They waited a moment before continuing forward.

"Made it." Harry whispered. "Pay attention to everything. When his punishment comes, you know what to do." Again, Ron and Hermione nodded a silent agreement, trying to avoid being heard. They made their way into the dining hall, their hearts sinking in fear when they were face to face with Voldemort and his minions.

"Yes, yes welcome all." Voldemort calmly said to the crowd as they were making their way to seats situated around a large dining room table. "Today is a very special day, Now, I know all of you are expecting your children to be given the mark today, but there has been a change of plans." There was a confused silence floating around the room as Blaise, Pansy and Draco exchanged glances. Voldemort continued,

"As most of you know, I do not take failure lightly. Mr. Malfoy has failed me for the last time. We need to make an example out of them so we have no more failures." Draco felt his stomach drop. This was the vision Trelawney had. It wasn't him getting his mark. It wasn't him becoming a death eater and pledging alliance to Voldemort. It was his parents being punished; He felt the color drain from his face as he glanced at Pansy and Blaise, their faces showing similar horror. Lucius stood, a sickening pleading look in his eyes, making Draco feel nauseous.

"My Lord, I know I have failed in the past, but with Draco joining ranks our family will return back to its prime. I give you my word." Bellatrix could be heard cackling, a sound that made his veins freeze, Voldemort's lips slowly curled into a smile.

"Oh but Lucius, Draco is the very center of your families…disappointments." All eyes in the room shifted to Draco, who did all he could to hide the horror and terror on his face. Pansy and Blaise looked horrified, the other death eaters looked gleeful, hungry for the torture he was about to endure.

"But my lord," Lucius said once again, "He has not yet accepted his mark or participated in a mission. How has he caused our names disappointments?" He glared at his son. Voldemort laughed a horrifying sound.

"Oh Lucius, you fail to notice his alliance has changed. His faith lies elsewhere. He has betrayed us for the side of the blood traitors and the muggle borns. He is no longer with us." The eyes began to tunnel into Draco very soul, his veins freezing. The seconds felt like hours, dozens of eyes on him. He wanted to disappear; to become invisible. He could barely hear anything, his head in a terrified fog. He was about to die, he just knew it.

"We have a punishment worse than death my boy." He laughed. "Do you know what day it is today?" Draco tried to swallow in his throat, failing.

"No…" He simply said. His secret feelings were out; he felt no need to be polite.

"Tonight, the full moon will shine above us. In a few moments, the sun will set, and our comrade Fenrir will transform. He will make another pup, and you will no longer be a pure blood wizard. You will no longer be accepted by either side, an outcast, people will fear and avoid you; you will be a beast of the night." Draco's eyes widened more and more as the dark lord spoke. Fenrir stood up, an evil smart plastered to his face; rotten teeth snarling like a rabid animal. Before anyone could blink, his body contorted, his face growing into a snout, hair covering his body. His hands and feet cracked, mangled sharp claws replacing his appendages. Draco felt a sick fear fill his entire body, fear causing him to shake.

"Restrain him." Voldemort said calmly. Bellatrix grabbed his arms, holding him in place, her evil cackle ghosting across the back of his neck, making the hairs stand at attention. This was it, he was about to be thrown out, He would be alone. Karma at his finest he guessed.

"Please, just take me! Banish him and take me!" Narcissa pleaded, tears streaming down his face. Lucius shook his head; glaring at his son and pulling his wife back down into her seat.

"He betrayed his family. We have no power over this. What a shame…our own blood betraying us. He's getting what he deserves." Narcissa glared at her husband, keeping silent as she weaped the tears of a mother about to lose her son. Pansy was hysterically crying, Blaise rubbing her arms trying to calm her down, swallowing down his own tears that were threatening to escape his tear ducts.

Draco looked into the golden yellow eyes of the beast in front of him, trying not to faint.

"This is it I suppose." He said, the shakiness in his voice betraying him. He would rather die than have tainted blood, let alone the pain of being a werewolf, a social outcast in every rank. He closed his eyes, his doom raining down on him like a thunder storm. "This is it…"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry fired at Bellatrix, knocking her away from Draco. Ron and Hermione stood behind him, wands raised. The table of death eaters stared at the trio, wands raised.

"Put down your wands." Voldemort said calmly, rising to his feet. "We must welcome our guests. I presume you are here to save young mister Malfoy? Harry potter and company; the blood traitor and the muggle born, always there to save the day."

"If someone is in need, we will be there." Harry yelled. Voldemort laughed a cold, evil sound. The trio stood their ground, wands raised, unflinching. The room was stagnant with the stench of hate, neither side moving, frozen in time.

"Weasley, look out!" Blaise yelled, firing a spell at a death eater approaching the red haired teen from behind. The room exploded, spells firing left and right; the six teens against a room of death eaters. Blaise and pansy joined the Gryffindor heroes, Blaise covering Ron and Pansy working along with Hermione to fight off a hoard of death eaters. Harry ran to Draco, who had just sent a spell at a death eater coming after him.

"Potter! How did you know to come here?" He yelled over the chaos, dodging a spell by mere inches.

"Trelawney's premonition." He yelled back, firing another spell. "We ran into her describing it to Dumbledore." Draco scowled as a death eater fell to the ground at his feet.

"Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me?! I was killing myself trying to figure it out!" He scowled at Harry, fury and adrenaline coursing through his veins. Voldemort stood fury in his eyes. Looking to Fenrir, he yelled

"Don't let the traitor get away! Come to me when the deed is done!" He looked Harry in the eyes, tunneling deep into his soul. "We shall meet again soon." Before harry could respond, he disappeared. The battle raged on.

"Harry, we need to get out of here!" Hermione yelled, struggling to breathe. Harry nodded, agreeing. The trio got together, motioning for Blaise and Pansy to join them. Draco started to make his way over to them, when two strong paws pulled him back, knocking him to the ground. It was Fenrir. They wrestled on the ground, Draco trying to keep the werewolf's fangs from biting into his flesh. Draco struggled to reach for his wand, which had fallen out of his hand when he was collided with the cold floor. Before he could blink, he felt a burning pain in his chest, his screams echoing in the giant room.

"Stupefy!" Hermione yelled, shooting the spell at the werewolf, knocking him unconscious. Pansy helped him to his feet.

"Hermione, use the bomb!" Ron yelled at Hermione. She grabbed the bomb out of her pocket and threw it in the middle of the room, the fog quickly spreading through the air, freezing all the death eaters in their place.

"Grab hands!" She yelled. The six teems linked hands, and with a crack aparated out of the manor, away from the carnage and evil that filled it.

The six teens landed in a field, the moon illuminating the tall grass around them. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and had they not just battled to save their lives, it may have even been peaceful. They rested a moment, catching their breath and tending to any wounds they sustained in the battle. The first to speak was Ron, breaking the calm silence.

"At least we made it out without any serious injuries." He said with a small smile. Everyone nodded in silent agreement.

"I wouldn't quite say that Weasley." Draco bitterly said. The teens turned to look at him, and felt their stomachs sink when they noticed the blood seeping through his shirt.

"Draco…" Pansy said her voice shaking as she tried to hold back tears. "Did he…" She couldn't finish. She ran to her friend and threw her hands around his neck.

"You were bitten…" Harry said approaching his old nemesis. Silver eyes looked into emerald ones, a silent confirmation made between the two boys. A small sigh escaped Draco's lips.

"Yeah…I did." He was trying his hardest to keep his hands from shaking. He was a prideful person, but he was afraid, no, terrified of the changes he was going to have to face. He was now a monster, a beast of the night. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He knew he would never live a normal life again.

"Let's go to the order." Harry said, preparing to aparate again, "There will probably be a fight, but I know exactly who could help you.