Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic on this sight. I have been reading for a long time now, and felt that I should contribute something. Actually, that is a lie. You see, I started this story, but didn't know where I was going with it, so I decided to take it down and rewrite it. This is the new rewrite just so you know.

Let me know what you think about it. Reviews would be much appreciated considering the fact that I am a new author. I would love to have feedback on this story, and constructive critism is much appreciated. Thanks so much!

Anywhoo: I should tell you that last night I had a dream that I was Jk Rowling and that I wrote the Harry Potter series. Alas, when I woke up, I realized that it was not true. I did not write it, so all the characters (and some of the dialogue) belong to her- the fabulous JKR~

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Draco's POV:

"Let us discuss your options, Draco," said Dumbledore

"My Options! I'm standing here with a wand-I'm about to kill you," I shouted

"My dear boy, if you were to kill me, you would have done so already. You would have killed me when you disarmed me, taking my wand."

"I haven't got any options! I have to do this…I got to do this! He'll kill me—He will kill my whole family!" That's what brought me into this mess in the first place. My father's blunder at the Ministry of Magic last year paved the pathway which I am now on. When he failed to bring back the "weapon" which the Dark Lord so desperately desired, the era of the Malfoys being one of Voldemort's favorites ended. In order for us to reprove our loyalty, the Dark Lord sent me on a mission, a mission even I knew was suicide. I knew he had no intention of me completing it, for how could a child defeat, and kill, one of the most powerful, smart, and loved wizards of our time? It was my life or my families.

It was never my intention to serve the Dark Lord; although, everyone expected it. My father expected it, my fellow classmates at school expected it, and my aunt, Bellatrix, certainly expected it, yet it was never the path I wanted, nor would have chosen for myself. Unfortunately, it was not my choice. This was my father's final attempt to regain his status in Voldemort's inner circle of death eaters a position he dearly wanted back. My mother was never keen about this plan. I knew that she made an unbreakable vow with my godfather, Professor Snape, to keep me safe-at any cost-during my mission.

As time passed, I seemed to be traveling further and further away from my goal. I began making risky decisions involving innocent people in order to get the job done. I never wanted for Katie Bell to be cursed by that necklace nor did I want for the weasel to be poisoned no matter how much I seemed to hate him. It was during this time where I began to question the teachings and the expectations which my family laid out for me. Finally, with Dumbledore standing here before me, I knew that I could not go through with this. I wasn't a killer, and I had no intention of becoming one. I realized in that moment was that my only motivation for actually getting this far in my mission was keeping my family safe. Now, I couldn't even do that. Once Voldemort finds out that I could not complete it, all of the Malfoys were as good as dead.

"I appreciate the difficulty of your position, Draco," said Dumbledore. 'Why else do you think I have not confronted you before now? Because I knew that you would have been murdered if Lord Voldemort realized I suspected you. Come over to the right side, Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can ever possible imagine. I can have the Order of the Phoenix get your mother tonight and likewise, with your father. When the time is right, we will help him escape from Azkaban. Come over to the right side, Draco. You are not a killer."

I felt my wand arm quivering as I thought about what my Head Master just told me. I knew that this would definitely be the best option to not only keep me safe, but also keep my mother safe. His idea was sound. Even I knew that there were spells out there that could keep you safe, even if Voldemort himself was looking for you, yet I was unwilling to give up everything completely. If my family was to be hidden away by the order, I knew that there would be absolutely no chance for me to further my education or see my friends ever again. If we were to go into hiding, it would be in complete seclusion; house arrest in order to keep you safe. In the back of my mind, I knew of a possible solution that could potentially yield positive results. This would not only let me be a member of society-being seen around town, going to school, going to lunch with friends, but it would also benefit the order immensely. I could potentially become a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. I already suspected that the Order had a spy in the death eater's midst already, for many of our plans have been headed off by them. I suspected my own godfather of being this character not because he did not seem like a death eater, no, that was not it at all, but for the very fact that, on occasion, I have seen him show concern for someone—a trait that very few, if any, death eaters possessed. I raised my eyes up to Dumbledore as I whispered my thoughts aloud, "I could be a spy…for your side I mean."

With a piercing look, which seemed to look right into my soul, Dumbledore contemplated what I said. Even he knew how valuable of an asset a spy could be in the Dark Lord's midst. Even if there was already one in there, another could pick up on information that the other had not heard about. Everyone knew that the Dark Lord never told one person his entire plan. I stared directly into Dumbledore's electric blue eyes, anticipating his answer. With a heavy sigh, he answered me

"You know the risks, I trust," he said

"Yes," I replied firmly 'I am fully aware of all that is at stake'

"Then it is done," he replied. 'Harry," he stated, 'you are to bear witness to this. Under no circumstance are you to repeat this to anyone.'

I quickly turned around in my place, searching for the boy who lived. With a nod of his head, Dumbledore quickly flicked off Harry's invisibility cloak, showing where he stood. He subtly nodded, showing he understood before the cloak was replaced.

"There is one other matter here, that I wish to discuss," Dumbledore said, 'what is to become of your father. Am I under the impression that you still wish for him to be in hiding as well?'

I thought about what he said for a moment. His question was a just one. What was I going to do about my father? It would seem very suspicious to him if his son was to be disappearing at odd times in order to tell the Order news of Voldemort. The only logical idea I had was to see if he would like to become a spy as well. The last time I saw him, on a trip to Azkaban with my mother, the look in his eye said that he was beginning to see where all of his choices in life had led him. He was a broken man living with out his wife and son, serving a deranged killer who had no intention of sharing power with anyone. Because of his time in the wizard prison, he was able to really put his life into perspective. He had served Voldemort for over sixteen years, and had very little to show for it, besides a marriage falling to shambles and a strained relationship with his teenage son. When Draco looked into the eyes of his father, he saw an unrecognizable man. He saw someone who desperately wished to right his marriage to a woman he loved dearly, yet neglected to show, and someone who wished to repair the relationship with his son. At some point, that very child had looked up to him, but Draco knew that Lucius could not recall that time any more.

I turned and gazed out of the tower onto the grounds of Hogwarts. "I think that my father could help me-as in he could be a spy with me." I turned and gazed at the Head Master who had a skeptical look in his eye. 'Look, I know you do not think too highly of him what with everything that has happened, but I have seen him recently, and he is not the same person anymore. He is a man who has lost his way, and I think that this could bring him back on to the right path. Think about it: to an extent, Voldemort trusts him. Why would Lucius Malfoy every go against the Dark Lord's orders,' I spat bitterly. 'This could potentially let the order be in on so many more of the death eater's secrets. No one would ever question my father about not being loyal to the Dark Lord. He has proven his loyalty over the years-no one can doubt that.'

"You need to some how send your father a message, coded preferably, telling him of your plan. Do not go into detail. Should your father tell Tom, we will immediately put your mother and yourself into hiding for the rest of the war, however; if your father agrees, then he will definitely be a valuable asset to our side. I hope that everything will be according to plan. You have no doubt already inferred that there is already a spy working in the death eater circle. If, or hopefully when, your father agrees, I will have that spy meet with you and your father in order to go over arrangements. Being as spy is a very difficult task, Draco. You must be able to feed us information without them knowing or becoming suspicious. This could entail, even at some points, letting it slip some of the Order information as well in order to show loyalty and keep your position. I will let our spy go over that with you, however, at a later date.'

With a loud boom, the door to the tower was broken. Dumbledore quickly look towards the sound then turned to me. "Quick," he said 'aim your wand at me.' I did as the professor requested, and just in time. I quickly schooled my face as I was taught by my father, and faced the professor.

Four death eaters quickly made their way into the open of the tower. "Come on, Draco, kill him already," Greyback, the werewolf said. I glanced at him. 'You cant do it," he said to me. 'You are weak.' We all turned as we heard another set of feet running up the steps. In the next instant, Professor Snape stepped into the moonlight and raised his wand

"Severus, Please," pleaded Dumbledore. I could not believe it, Dumbledore was begging for his life. For an instant, Severus looked at the professor with regret in his eyes, but immediately masked it. He lifted his wand, and said the fateful words

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, and with a flash of green light, the life of Albus Dumbledore ended. The force of the curse was so strong, that it catapulted the body over the battlements-landing on the grounds below. 'Come, Draco, we are leaving. Run,' he told me.

He quickly grabbed my arm. I turned over my shoulder to the place where I knew Harry Potter to be standing. He had torn his invisibility cloak from his body when the other death eaters had run down the steps. He seemed to be in a state of shock, then turned and looked at me. He gave me a nod as I was turning the corner of the steps, racing after Snape, who still had my arm in his grasp. Harry began to chase us down the steps. When we reached the bottom, I saw the full destruction that the death eaters had left in their wake on the quest to kill Dumbledore. Debris and bodies were littered across the corridor. Flashes of multi-colored light were flying all around us as the shouts of spells were hurdled after us, yet we still kept running.

It was not until we reached Hagrid's hut (which one of the death eaters had lit on fire in their escape) that Harry caught up with us

"Cruc--" yelled Harry, aiming his wand at Snape. He quickly deflected the curse Harry sent at him. "Fight back! Fight back, you cowardly…" He did not get to finish his statement. Snape had turned on Harry, and began advancing on Harry, dragging me in tow. "Sectum-"Harry said, trying to curse Snape again. I noticed that this was the same spell that Harry had used on me earlier that year. For some reason, this spell incensed Snape.

"You dare use me own spells against me, Potter?" Snape sneered 'It was I who invented them! I am the half-blood prince!" I looked between Snape and Potter with a confused look on my face. Neither party enlightened me on the subject. Snape let got of my arm and reached into the pocket of his robes, pulling out small glass vials. He turned to glance behind him. Seeing no one, he began to pull memories out of his mind, placing them in the containers. He handed them to potter, saying "Watch these. Everything will be explained." He offered no more explanation.

"Is that all you are going to say to me," questioned Potter as he reached for the vials. 'You killed Dumbledore, so why should I do anything you say? Why should I trust you? After all, Dumbledore trusted you, and look where that got him!' When Harry said this, Snape developed a pained expression.

"Just watch them. I can offer no more explanation," and with that, Snape grabbed onto my arm, and with me in tow, ran out of the gates guarding Hogwarts. I glanced back wanting to see, possibly for the last time, my second home for the last six years of my life. I saw Harry standing right where Snape and I left him, staring at the vials in his hand. Snape and I stopped running. He turned to me, taking a firmer grip onto my arm, and apparated us away.


So there you have it. The first chapter of When you least expect it is complete. Remember, tell me what you think, Por favor! I had to throw some spanish into there considering I am taking it at school, and I need to get back into the swing of things. Oh by the way, if you find gramatical errors, please tell me. None of my teachers at school really ever taught me, so I have been kind of coasting along. It will be kind of a learning experience for me.

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