Harry Potter:
Brotherhood
Chapter 1 – Last ditch effort
Two years ago…
Harry sat rigid at his table with his wand a glass of whiskey next to him. The kitchen looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. Which was fairly accurate; Harry had been grieving the death of his brother (in all but blood) Neville Longbottom.
Neville had died trying to protect the Abbot family home, he had been fighting fifteen death eaters till Voldemort came along and killed him. Neville had been found hanging of a makeshift cross, in the centre of the houses ruins, he had been tortured and hung there to bleed to death. When he had been found Neville was holding on to life, he died in Harry's arms.
As Harry went to take another swig of whiskey, a voice came from behind him.
"Potter, stop drinking that. Or you will regret it."
Harry looked up blearily, he could make out the colour of the trademark platinum blonde hair.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here? Come to kill me? Or torment me?" Harry spoke as he leant back into his chair.
"None." Draco spoke. "I'm here with an offer." Seeing Harry's sceptical look he went on. "And trust me, you're going to love this…"
Present day…
Nine hooded figures ran through the battle worn Ministry Atrium, heading towards the stairs. The ministry had fallen just less than a year ago, the whole of magical Britain had descended into chaos, Voldemort ruled all.