A dark shadowy figure stumbled up the front steps of Hermione Granger's house and knocked on the door, blood pouring from many unknown wounds. After a minute a figure opened the door.

" Yes?" she asked.

" I need your help, Granger"

"Malfoy? Why should I help you?"

"Because their after me."

"Who?"

"My father and his crew. This would be the last place they would look. Please? I really need your help. If you don't I'll be dead in the morning, and I have information that can help the Order."

"Fine, hurry up and get inside."

He stumbled into the house. Hermione helped him upstairs into a spare bedroom. Luckily she lived on her own. She had since her and Ron's breakup two months ago. It had been a mutual decision. They had dated for two years after the war but they grew apart. Hermione was happy to live alone. She had not had a steady boyfriend since.

As soon as she stopped the blood flowing from Malfoy and he was resting comfortably she sat down at the desk in her room and penned a letter to Harry. Taking her owl she tied the letter to his leg, opened the window and let him fly into the night.

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Harry awoke to a tapping noise on his window. Getting up and going to the window he saw that it was Hermione's owl. Attached to it's leg was the following note:

Harry,

Malfoy staying at my place. Wounded in some sort of accident , Says he has information that will be helpful to the order. Need help questioning him.

Hermione

Harry sighed. Hermione could get into the strangest predicaments, but this one took the cake. He never imagined her to be the type of person to let an enemy into her house, much less Draco Malfoy. While the war may have been over, some of Voldemort's supporters were still at large. At the head of the group was none other then Draco's father, Lucius. The Order was working very hard to bring down Lucius, but so far, no luck. Maybe Malfoy the younger would be the key to bringing it all down.

Harry walked to the room next door to his. Little Teddy Lupin was fast asleep. After Mrs. Tonks had died at the hands of Lucius, Harry had took Teddy in. He gathered up his sleeping godson and first apperated to the Burrow. He knocked on the door and Mrs. Weasley opened the it.

"Harry! Good to see you, ah, bringing Teddy too, but why at this hour? It's the middle of the night."

"Hermione owled me and told me she needed my help with something and so I'm going over to help, but I was wondering if it'd be okay to leave Teddy here?"

"Perfectly alright Harry, but is Hermione okay? Why does she need help?"

"I don't know," lied Harry, "She didn't say"

"Oh, well good luck Harry"

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," he handed Teddy to her then apperated to Hermione's front door. He didn't know what waited for him inside, but he hoped it was good things.