A/N: Hey all I have added this Author's note on the suggestion of a review. First let me set the time frame... This takes place about 23-24 years after the war ( I am horrid with numbers) Draco is in his early 40's. This helps explain his turn around on Muggles and his attitude change in general.
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The Malfoy Files Chapter 1
A killing spell blasts the rock beside me, and I am covered in gravel. I grab the lanky redhead, pulling him to the ground, beside the boulder I am behind.
"You seen Potter?" I yell, over the sounds of the fighting taking place in the valley.
The redhead's blue eyes catch mine, and he shakes his head no, before peeking back above the rocks.
"Sectumsempra! Confrigo! Bombarda!" I hear Potter's voice screaming out the spells in rapid succession, showing he is very much still in this battle.
Blood flows from my forehead, into my eyes, stinging them. I must have caught some rocks.
"Hold still, ferret," the redhead says, pointing his wand at me.
"Episkey," he says, and I feel the cut seal up.
"Whatever, weasel," I smirk back. "You seen the kids," I ask, looking around the impromptu battlefield.
"Last I saw them, the bitch was herding them into the caves back there," he answers me.
Another redhead, this one older looking, dives behind the boulder, next to us.
"You two done taking a kip? We need to keep moving," the newcomer snaps.
A shadow passes over the moon, as the newcomer looks up, his scarred face catches the moonlight.
"About bloody time he got here." The larger man curses. A primal roar bellows, from the sky and a belch of flame hits a group of opposing wizards. The lucky ones are turned to ash instantly.
"That would be Charlie's signal," Weasley says. "Let's move." He jumps up and we follow, as we make our way to the mouths of the caves.
As we take refuge behind several larger boulders, another redhead (do they ever end) drops in beside us from the night sky.
"Hans reel them in and start calming them!" The redhead in dragon leathers yells to the formless shapes in the night sky, letting go of the rope he has just slid down.
I spot Potter held up behind a large rock outcropping. I point him out to the others I am with, and start to make my way towards him.
A flash of red catches my eye as something jets by me on a broom. The flier is Ginny Potter. She stops about five feet from the outcropping, dismounting her broom and hitting the ground at full speed, all in one fluid move. She pulls up beside Potter and stands back to back with him in a defensive posture. Her face is fierce and her eyes flashing with intensity. I would hate to be on that woman's bad side.
Myself and the three other men make our way to the outcropping with little resistance. The one with the scars stares intently at the mouth of the largest cave muttering a series of spells under his breath.
We are joined by two other Weasleys These two I recognize from my time at Hogwarts.
"Most of her troops have either run or given up outright." The one who was Head Boy comments.
"Yeah you would be surprised how much Dragonfire can cause you to reevaluate your life decisions," the other newcomer, the one used to play Quidditch with Potter, jokes.
"Humph, never did for me," the one in dragon leathers remarked dryly.
"There are some pretty nasty curses at the mouth of the cave," the scarred face one says, "but I don't sense anything further in. I can break them, may take some time though."
"Get to it, Bill," Potter says taking over. "The rest of us need to set up a perimeter. Ron," he says pointing at Weasley, "you find the best defensive spots and assign the people."
"Yessir," Weasley answers, reflexively. "Charlie, will you be needed with the dragons?" He asks. The one on dragon leathers shakes his head.
"Hans has a handle on them," he answers his brother.
"Good," Weasley says, "I need you behind that boulder there," he says pointing, to a large rock 20 or so meters away. "Ginny, I need you back in the air doing sweeps," he says to his sister, who immediately summons her broom, mounts it and takes off.
"Malfoy," I start at my name. "I need you and Harry to guard Bill while he works." Potter nods and starts scanning the surrounding area. I do the same while committing the names of the others to memory.
"Percy, make your way back to base camp and let mum and dad know what's up."
'Right, on it," Percy says, as he turns and moves back, towards the south end of the valley.
"George stay with me and we're gonna do sweeps out every ten minutes," Weasley says.
"Got it," George answers.
I move away from the group and watch Bill work his curse-breaking skills.
"Ron!" I would recognize that woman's screech anywhere.
"Hermione, what are you doing her?" Weasley asks. "We agreed you would be best at base camp."
"Did you really think I would just sit by while that cow has the kids?" She asked, looking at him sternly.
"I guess not," Weasley says pulling his wife into a hug.
I lean back against a rock, and momentarily close my eyes, willing myself to relax. I think back on all that has happened in the last three months and shake my head in wonder. If you would have told me then, in three months time I would be the sole Malfoy heir, and fighting alongside Harry Potter and the whole Weasley clan. I would have checked you into St. Mungo's. But family has a strong bond, even for a Malfoy. Here is what happened.