Alright, second story! It's been really hard to do this, but thatgeekyouknow11 and I have got it done. It is a collaboration, takes place in HBP, and of course, is written by one great, cool, experienced author (thatgeekyouknow11) and an un-experienced, hot headed, yet witty author(me).
This takes place in HBP, Draco's Detour. Except, a bit...different. Luna is involved, no Ron, and, some Luna fans will hate me for it.
Longer Summary: What happens if Draco is good? What happens if there is a spy among the DA? What happens if Voldemort wins, and the good side is forced into hiding? What happens if there is a rebellion? Follow Draco, Luna, Hermione, and Harry through the twists and turns of good and evil, wrong and right, romance and enemies. Who will prevail? Pairings: LL/DM, HG/RW, HP/GW, POV's: Mainly Draco, Hermione, Luna, and Harry, Setting: Sixth year at Hogwarts.
Prologue: Harry's POV:
Hermione, Ron, and I are eating breakfast in the Burrow kitchen. Ron made a corny joke about Voldemort, causing the already jumpy, uptight Mrs. Weasley to become angry.
"Ronald Weasley!" starts Mrs. Weasley, "Now is not the time to start cracking jokes! If you don't straighten up, you will NOT go to Diagon Alley!"
"FINE!" Ron shouts before storming out of the room, already annoyed by his mother's exasperation at getting ready for a new year at Hogwarts, as well as, you know, Voldemort.
"Well you two better get ready!" says Mrs. Weasley in a flushed, frenzied tone.
We left, knowing what was best for our health and dignity. No one messes with an infuriated Molly Weasley.
Luna's POV:
"Daddy, can I go to Diagon Alley?"
"Yes, Luna, dear. Just watch out for Wrackspurts and Nargles!" Dad yells as I run down the stairs, going no matter what he says. The question was merely rhetorical.
I walk out the door and then down the long, winding dirt road and past the Weasley's house. As I walk along the dusty path, I think of Draco Malfoy . The way he never has his white-blonde hair slicked back anymore; always hanging in his eyes in just the perfect way, how his sparkling gray eyes reflect his reclusive, but interesting personality, and - oh no, I do not, cannot, fancy Draco! Calm down, Luna. Just forget about it.
I finally reach the infamous, grungy Leaky Cauldron. I tap the brick three up from the dustbin and then two across. The walls open up and the noisy, bustling commotion of Diagon Alley pours into my ears. I walk up and down the cobblestone street, buying my books, robes, and other school supplies. I walk up a semi-hill and see the booming Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I enter, and see two familiar faces.
"Hermione! Harry!" I see the two and we continue to talk about the DA, in all seriousness because of You-Know-Who's imminent, prominent threat.
Just as I'm about to ask where Ron is, I see Draco walking rather suspiciously down the street. He spots me through the window, and looks down again, hoping I didn't see him.
"Hey, guys, I think we should follow Draco. He looks…secretive, like he doesn't want to be discovered. What if it's something to do with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" I ask Harry and Hermione.
The two quickly agree, curiosity winning out. I mean, Harry didn't even attempt to badger me about saying You-Know-Who's name. We head after Draco's lanky, receding form, trying not to be noticed. Suddenly, he takes a left, and my heart sinks at the knowledge of where he is going: Knockturn Alley. I have never been there, I was told not to, and I don't want to. But once again, curiosity wins and I follow two thirds of the golden trio into the dark, creepy place.
Many people stare at our little, innocent looking group of teenagers, so I decide to put up my hood, watching as Harry and Hermione do the same. Moments later, I see Draco enter a dull antique shop. Harry, Hermione, and I quietly and gracefully climb the roof and drop into the upper level of the shop through a gaping hole in it. We peer in through the bars in a bordering fence around the top floor, laying down unmoving, and try to keep our breathing as shallow as possible, despite the adrenaline rush I know we all get when we see what is going on.
Through a doorway, we glimpse a large, conference room-y table, around which a large group of Death Eaters is sitting, with Voldemort at the head of the table. But the real surprise is that Draco is there. Draco is a Death Eater. Slowly getting over our shock, we listen as hard as we can to see if we can get inside information on what the Dark Lord is going to do next.
"…will kill him. Come, Draco, and we can talk about this in privacy," we see Voldemort croon before grabbing Malfoy's arm and dragging him into a room. The room that we are hidden over. It takes everything we have to not suck in our breath when the Dark Lord enters the room, especially Harry, whose scar must be burning a great deal.
"Draco, my dear, dear boy, what do you say?" You-Know-Who says in a mocking voice.
"I want to know more," our fellow student replies defiantly, making my stomach clench in fear at what the Dark Lord might do to him due to his rudeness.
"Oh, you do? Well, we'll have to see about arranging that. I think for now you are better off listening to me, don't you think, Draco?"
After a moment's hesitation, Draco murmurs, "Yes, Sir."
"Wise choice. Now, just this one simple task, boy, and you will be a valued Death Eater, a loyal, trustworthy follower, and no longer at risk of being…disposable. What do you say, Draco Malfoy?"
Draco pauses, obviously lost in thought, before the Dark Lord continues, "Hurry up, boy! I can't afford to wait here while an indecisive child thinks about whether he has the guts to kill an old man as weak as Dumbledore. What is your answer? Will you do it, Draco?"
"No," Draco states, crossing his arms rebelliously, like a five year old trying not to be sent to bed.
"What did you say, Draco?"
"I said, sir, that I will not do it. I'm sick of serving you. I'm sick of serving Lucius. I'm sick of – "
"SILENCE! You will do as I say, you pestilent scum."
"No, actually, I don't think I will."
"YES. YOU. WILL. IMPERIO!"
Suddenly, Draco looks up with a conflicted, but desperate glance at Harry, Hermione, and I, and mouths the word 'help' right before the Imperius curse hits him in the chest. But not before I give him a reassuring wink. I just hope he saw it. I mouth the words 'I will try,' but I highly doubt Draco saw me because he was already under Voldemort's spell.
"I think this should get my point across," the Dark Lord says with an evil cackle.
Merlin, I hope Draco is okay. I have to help him. Should I, yes, no, ugh! Suddenly, I come to a realization. This time the conviction wasn't curiosity. It was love. I think I am in love with Draco Malfoy.
I soon realize that Draco has been knocked unconscious by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's vile foot, and know exactly what I have to do.
Hermione's POV:
"Luna, don't you dare go down there!" I loudly whisper.
She was sneakily creeping in to the back room. I could see Luna crawl in between the blonde and the Dark Lord, and she then started reasoning with Voldemort, whose anger, fury, and impatience was escalating very quickly as the unique, spunky blonde girl yelled in his face. I didn't know she was that brave. Then, I couldn't believe my eyes. I could see Luna move in closer and closer to Draco, and then...
"LUNA! NOOOOO!" Harry gave us away.
He knew it, but he couldn't help it. We then were forced to jump from our hiding place. Luckily, we weren't in the staffroom, or else Voldemort would have Harry faster than you could say 'Loony.' For a split second, I forgot we were dueling and thought about Luna. Was she…on our side or not?
"HERMIONE!" I hear before a jet of hot light hits me in the chest and I black out. Was it over? Why did I take my eyes off the prize...
Alright y'all, here you go. Rebels, Romance, and Revolution. Now, if anyone no what 'Proditor' means, leave a review. You'll get KUDOS! Review! Favorite! Follow!