Ok, so this is totally AU, as in there was never any prophecy, Lilly is dead, killed on Oct. 31 like in the original, but Jame lived as he was away from the house because they were not in hiding. Harry survived because before the Death Eaters, who were after the Potter's could reach them, they were stopped members of the Order. From there the war has escalated to the point that it has spread into the Muggle world. James and the Order of the Phoenix have holed up in Hogwarts, the Marauder's are alive, including Peter, but he is still Voldemort's pet. They use Hogwarts as a refuge as well, taking in Muggle born and half Muggles to try to keep them safe and James trains people like an army. Draco is two years older than Harry, Hermione and Ron and this will eventually be a Harry/Draco story. This is the first of two or three stories, I haven't decided yet. Anyway, let me know what you think please. Thanks!
James stood above the open grave as the casket was lowered slowly into the ground, the body of his wife being laid to rest for the final time. Looking down at his son in his arms, he bit back the tears that threatened to fall, needing to be strong for his son, the only remaining member of his family. Pulling the one year old closer to him, he rocked him back and forth, trying to calm him as he started to fuss.
"Here, let me," a quiet voice said from his left and he turned slightly to see Molly Weasley standing there, holding out her arms in invitation and James hugged him once more handing his son to the woman.
"Thank you," he said quietly and she smiled before taking Harry before pulling a bottle out of a bag at her feet and handing it to the boy, cooing at him as she walked towards the waiting carriages, leaving James alone at the side of the grave. Taking a rose out of one of the wreath's, James bent down and placed the rose on top of the casket.
"I promise that we'll get him, Lilly," he said quietly, finally letting the tears fall, knowing no one was around to see them before wiping his face, standing and turning to join the others.
Fifteen Years Later
A lone figure approached the castle slowly, limping heavily on it's left leg, its right arm griping the left as it stumbled, falling to its knees. In moments the figure was surrounded, wands of those surrounding the figure pointed at what turned out to be a young man.
"It's Draco Malfoy," a voice said in shock and the others started down at the young man who was now unconscious and the grips on their wands tightened.
"Let us get him inside," the voice of an older wizard said and all turned to him.
"Albus, you know who this boy is," an elderly witch said, "you know who his father is."
"Of course Minerva," the elderly wizard replied, "but do not let the sins of the father condemn the son." With that Albus cast a spell that lifted the body of Draco Malfoy into the castle
Voices started to penetrate the fog surrounding Draco's mind and he tried to open his eyes but decided against it when light stabbed into his eyes. Sighing quietly, he decided to just listen.
"I don't like it Albus," a voice said, his voice hard and angry.
"His mother sent him to us, begging for our protection," a voice replied.
"Yes, but his mother is Narcissa Malfoy," a woman's voice this time.
"And she would not have sent him to us if they were not in trouble."
"And you trust her?" the first voice asked and Draco felt anger.
"She was my inside once Severus was discovered," the second voice said, his voice quiet, and Draco felt tears prickle at the memory of the mentioned man.
"I never trusted him either," the first voice said.
"James," the man known as Albus said, sounding somewhat annoyed, "I trust them with my life."
"Well where is Narcissa?" the woman asked, the question was met with silence, one Draco thought he should break, let them know he was awake.
"Dead," Draco said before anyone could respond and the four people talking at the end of the bed turned. There was an old man with a long white hair and beard who smiled at him, an older man, about the age of his own father, with black unruly hair and hard, blue eyes framed by thick glasses. Beside them stood a plump motherly woman with red hair and kind eyes, the man was tall, and also had red hair.
"Ah, you're awake," the old man said, sounding more enthusiastic than Draco thought was necessary.
"It would seem so," Draco said, trying to sit up, but found himself immobile.
"I'm sorry my boy," Albus said, "until we know you're not here to hurt anyone, you'll need to stay here."
"I'm not here to hurt anyone," Draco said, not looking away from the older man's eyes.
"How do we know that?" the black haired man asked, glaring fiercely at him.
"Trust me," Draco said simply and the man scoffed.
"Not in a million years."
"I was wondering, young Malfoy," Albus said, stroking his beard while contemplating the young man on the bed, "would you be willing to be put under Veritaserum?" Draco blinked in surprise, thinking over what that would mean.
"We can't guarantee that it will work," the man said again.
"James," Albus said, laying a placating hand on the man's arm which James shrugged off.
"And what if he has an immunity to the serum?" James asked.
"No one has been known to have an immunity to it, I find it highly unlikely that Draco does," Albus replied.
"He is a Malfoy, who knows what he can do," the redheaded man spoke up finally.
"I thank you for the compliment," Draco interrupted when James opened his mouth, "but I do not possess the extraordinary ability to lie under Veritaserum." The four older people turned to him, Albus's eyes were twinkling, James glared and the two redheads blushed a bit. "If you want I'll give you my memories as well." The others looked at each other. "You do have a working Pensieve, right?"
"Of course we do," Albus said, still smiling.
"Then why not use it?"
"Because we don't have room in it for snakes," James snapped and Draco decided that he really did not like the man.
"If you have a problem with me, I'll gladly be on my way."
"So what, you can go back to your master and tell him where we are?" James shot back and Draco laughed, regretting it immediately as his ribs twinged in pain.
"Just what is so funny?" the woman asked and Draco lay panting for a long moment, trying to regain his breath.
"Do you honestly think that He doesn't know where you are?" he asked. The four adults looked startled at the question.
"How does he know?" James asked, his voice low. Draco looked back and forth between them, trying to determine if they were serious, and was shocked to find they were.
"You really think that hiding out at Hogwarts wouldn't go unnoticed?" he asked incredulously.
"Or maybe you led them here," James accused and Draco rolled his eyes.
"My mother sent me here to ask for protection, that is the only way I got past your wards, they would not have been able to follow me."
"We'll see," James said, turning on his heel and leaving the two redheads following.
"Don't worry my boy," Albus said, patting him on the shoulder, "we'll figure it out," and with that, he too left, leaving the young man alone.
Draco was sitting on the bed, they had let him move a little bit, being able to move around the bed in a ten foot radius and was allowed to use the bathroom, but only under supervision. In front of him stood Albus Dumbledore, James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, James was holding a goblet.
"Drink this," he said, thrusting the goblet at Draco and the younger man just looked at it and quirked an eyebrow at James.
"What no lemon twist?" he snarked and James' eyes narrowed further.
"You said you would do this," Sirius said, crossing his arms and glaring down at him and Draco smirked.
"Yes I did, but I never said I would make it easy, dear cousin," he said and Sirus's eyes widened.
"You know who I am?" he asked and Draco looked at him as if he were soft in the head.
"You five are on His 'top ten curse on sight' list, everyone knows who you are."
"Everyone as in Death Eater's?" James said and Draco shook his head.
"Yes, 'everyone as in Death Eater's'," he said mockingly and watched as James' hands twitched as if he were itching to reach for his wand but Albus stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm.
"Draco, please stop provoking them," he said, looking at the younger man, though his eyes showed mirth at their conversation.
"Alright, for now," he said, holding out his hand and the goblet was thrust into it, spilling some over the side. Draco's eyes met James' as he put the goblet to his lips and drank all that was in the cup, the brew was warm, with a slight tang of something sour that left a slight after taste.
"All right, we'll start off easy," James said, folding his arms as Remus took the goblet back and placed it on the table next to the bed, "what is your name?" Draco gave him a dirty look and opened his mouth, hating how the serum made him want to answer.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," he replied and James nodded and Dumbledore smiled at him.
"Who are your parent's?" James asked again, gaining another glare from the young man.
"Lucius Abraxus Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy ne Black."
"Why are you here?" he asked and Draco paused for a long moment, not wanting to answer this question but found that he could not refuse to answer like wanted.
"My mother," he said and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, "was found as a spy," he said, shooting a look at Dumbldore who was now frowning, "and we tried to escape," here, again, he paused, "she was killed but not before handing me her pendant which brought me here."
"Are you here as a spy for Voldemort?" he asked and Draco noticed how the others flinched at the name.
"No," he said simply and James frowned as if disappointed with the answer.
"Do you have any intention of hurting anyone that resides here in this castle?" Dumbledore spoke up and Draco smirked at him.
"No."
"Will you swear that you will not hurt anyone that resides here?" James asked and Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"Yes."
"Will you tell us where Voldemort is?" Sirius asked and Draco blinked at the man.
"No," he said and the adults around him paused.
"Why?" James asked.
"Because I'm quite sure that he is already gone, I can't tell you what I don't know."
"How often does he move?" Remus asked.
"About every two months, he's a paranoid bastard."
"Where was he last?" Sirius asked.
"Ireland," Draco said tiredly.
"You have no idea where he was going next?" Dumbledore asked.
"He didn't broadcast his plans, he would hand out the portkeys the day we left, very few knew beforehand, if any at all."
"Where is your father?" James asked and Draco clamped his lips together, tears filling his eyes.
"He's dead," he said quietly.
"When, how?" Dumbldore asked, seeming shocked.
"Six month's ago, protecting my mother from the insane son of a bitch when he found out she was a spy for the Order," he said, glaring up at James Potter as if it were his fault.
"They knew for six months?" Remus asked, shocked.
"Yes and they tortured her every day, looking for information, but my family is known for our stubbornness," Draco said quietly, looking past the adults to glare at the wall.
"Where did our information come from?" Dumbledore asked, he had been receiving information from someone for the last six months.
"Me," Draco said, looking up at the older man. This information came as a shock to the adults and they were quiet for a long moment.
"How did you end up here?" Remus asked several minutes later and Draco turned his head to look at the werewolf.
"My mother was almost dead, nearly mad and I couldn't watch them torture her for another day, so I decided to get her out of there. The problem was that Peter Pettigrew somehow expected as much and set the Death Eater's on us. My mother forced her pendant on me and activated it, it brought me here. End of story," he said quietly, his eyes trained on the ground.
"Pettigrew," James snarled and Draco looked up in surprise and saw that the three men looked angry.
"You know him," it wasn't a question.
"We're very familiar with him," Sirius replied through clenched teeth.
"I think that's enough for now," Dumbledore said, noticing Draco's drooping eyelids that he tried to hide. "Will you be willing to answer a few more questions later if we need?" he asked Draco.
"Of course, maybe without the serum?" he asked, smirking.
"We'll see," James said turning on his heel to leave the hospital wing.
"Can I leave this room at least?" Draco called after him and the other man stopped without turning.
"He does not have his wand, James," Dumbledore pointed out and Draco couldn't help but feel grateful for the man.
"He messes up once, he's in the dungeons," James said finally before leaving the room, the other three men following. Dumbledore turned and smiled at Draco before waiving his wand and Draco felt the oppressing weight of the spell keeping him in place dispel.
"Thank you," he said, standing and stretching.
"I've had rooms set up for you," Dumbledore said, leading the way out of the hospital room.
"Great," Draco said, keeping his eyes forward, trying to ignore the stares as he passed people that was walking through the halls.
There you go, let me know what you think please.