Hi! Just some notes:) This fanfic carries on from Half-Blood Prince, but Draco didn't try and kill Dumbledore, but Snape did. This is my first fanfic so I hope it's good!:)

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy stared out of his bedroom window, it was an over-cast, gloomy day, the clouds were almost black - a storm was approaching. The big, black clouds were making it's way across the sky, threatening to drop it's heavy load of rain. Draco sighed, it was the day before he was meant to be starting his seventh year at Hogwarts, and he wasn't looking forward to it.

"Master Draco?" A puny house elf said, "Mistress has said that you should be at dinner by now, and you are not there!" The house elf started shaking, afraid because Draco had been verbally abusing them for the past six weeks holiday, it wasn't his fault, he was just stressed.

"Yes, Pernie, I will be there now," he huffed and ran a pale hand through his white blond hair.

The boy stared at his school trunk, it had been packed, un-packed and packed again, Draco was still unsure whether he should return to Hogwarts or go off on a wild goose-chase like Dumbledore had suggested. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter that had been given to him during the professor's funeral by McGonagall, to be fair, Draco was quite shocked to be approached by the Gryffindor head that day, rumours had spread like wildfire speculating that Snape had murdered Dumbledore, but Draco didn't believe them, considering it was a coincidence that Snape wasn't around anymore.

On the front of the envelope it had told him not to open it until it was a week before the first of September, he had abided by those rules, mostly because there had been a charm placed on the parchment, so when it was opened the writing was written in Mermish so one could not read it until the twenty-fifth of August, Draco thought that was an excellent idea if you want someone to not read something, however, he found it very irritating.

Draco smoothed out the creases, which was due to the fact that this letter had been opened and closed quite a few times, just to say the least. The slightly slanted, loopy writing formed his name at the top of the parchment, Draco smiled, this 'mission' shall we say, made him feel important, not like when his father showed him off as a prize or when Draco put on his mask and informed people that he was important just for being a pure-blood and the heir to all the Malfoy and Black fortunes, but it made him feel like someone trusted him and had faith in him.

He whispered the words out to himself as he made his way to the dining room, which was, in fact, quite a long way.

Dear Mr Malfoy,

I understand that you would be incredibly confused and wonder why I'm about to ask you to help me, but I'm sure that you are already aware of this but I have set a task; the task belongs to Harry Potter, and I'm sure you wonder why I am telling you this, but here's the answer, you are a big part in order for this plan to work, I have withheld information that is crucially needed. I'm trusting you to find Harry Potter as soon as you get to Kings Cross train station (in Muggle London) and give him the information I have enclosed, be sure to put it somewhere safe, but I can guarantee that Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-

At the mention of Hermione Granger, Draco's breath caught in his throat and it made his heart skip a beat, it always did. Since his forth year, when Draco had seen Hermione in her beautiful silk gown and her usually wild and frizzy hair curled perfectly into an up-do at the Yule Ball , he had been madly crushing on her since that moment. Draco had promised himself that at some point of his last year at Hogwarts that he would ask her out, but as it stood, Hermione would not be returning this year.

Will not be returning to Hogwarts, but I can insure you that the trio will not be staying in the Wizarding World, but staying in the Muggle World. Here are a list of places that you ought to try:

The forest of Dean, they would most-likely camp here,

Ottery St. Catchpole, the village near Ronald's home,

Or,

Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of Harry Potter.

I am sure you have noticed that the last option is not in the land of Muggle, but I'm sure that it's very tempting for Harry, seeing as this is his birthplace and the place where his parent's died, I think he would like to see his former home and his parent's grave's.

I have left you some Muggle money, use it on food and places to stay, I suggest. I hope you've paid attention in your Muggle Studies class because Muggle money can be quite confusing.

Please try and find Harry and the others before it is too late, please try not to loose the information I have enclosed, do not show this letter to anyone, destroy it if you must, and finally, Draco, I ask you one last simple thing, do not try and open the information because it will bite, literally.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Draco folded the parchment into quarters and shoved it into his pocket whilst he walked into the dining room, his parents were already seated and were waiting for him to join them, he considered walking out, just for one, tiny moment and then he reconsidered and slumped down into the hard, wooden chair, uncomfortable as hell.

"Draco, don't slouch, darling," his mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy, smiled.