Chapter 1: Captured.

A/N Hey guys, so it's been a really, really long time since I've written anything, thought I'd give this a go.. The quote in the summary may be subject to change... I just want to see what people think.. Bare with me I'm a little nervous..! All constructive feedback is welcomed!

"Are you certain it's him?"

"Fred and George, swear it, but if it is polyjuice potion…" Arthur Weasley trailed off as they marched through the dimly lit hallway of 12 Grimauld place.

"…it would be hours before we could know for sure," Kingsley Shackelbolt continued. "Where is he now?"

"Cellar, Pursely and Bolt are watching him."

"He practically fell into our hands…why?"

Draco Malfoy was chained to the wall like an animal, it wasn't much different in this cellar from the one at his home. Still at least no one was screaming here. Through his matted fringe he could see two men in corner jeering at him. He highly doubted they were aurors, they didn't seem like to be the sharpest tools in the shed but then, he couldn't fault him for wanting to know why he was here. Just how exactly did the young Malfoy end up in the hands of the Order so easily? Draco wished he knew the answer to that question himself.

"I say he's an imposter, posing as Malfoy. That useless twat wouldn't be much of a spy.. Hasn't got the stones,"

Bolt snorted, "..wonder if polyjuice potion be bled out of a person."

"Good idea, mate shall we find out?" Pursely got up from the wall, smirking as they headed towards Draco.

The pale prisoner could do nothing but watch, heart racing sweat dripping as his would-be attackers came closer and closer. He clench his fists, knowing it would be of little use, Draco braced himself for impact, drawing his knees closer to his chest. The beating got louder and louder until he was nearly deafened by his own fear-

"Oi!"

It stopped. The cellar door opened, the beamed stairs beamed of salvation.

"What do you think you're doing?" The woman's voice was vaguely familiar, Draco couldn't quite-

"We were ordered by your husband ma'am to watch him."

"Watch, not integrate. I'm here now, so off you go."

The two men stared down at Mrs Weasley.

"I said off," she repeated, this time her voice was not as friendly.

The two men walked around her purposely and stomped up the stairs.

"Sorry about that now dear. I can't stand those fools. How about some light?"

Draco stared at the short woman flame haired woman as the room gradually got lighter.

"Now, I brought you down some supper, and water. Can't have you starve all night," she chatted away as she took the lids of the plates. "Oh now, was this really necessary?" she added, staring at the shackles.

With a quick wave of her wand Draco Malfoy was a free man, rubbing his wrists as he sat on the cellar floor.

"Once you have this, we'll get you more comfortable, a room is being sorted for you as we speak."

"You don't have to do this you know. I know nothing." Draco mumbled, unable to look the mother of the family he had tormented for six years in the face.

"A simple thank you would do."

Draco spluttered on his water, "Of-c-course. T-thank you. B-but r-really, you didn't-"

"At the end of the day, war or no war you are somebody's child, somebody's only child if I recall. And I'd like to think if it had been anyone of mine captured that the same would be done for them."

Although both Draco and Molly Weasley highly doubted it would happen, neither of them spoke more on the matter.

"And as for the reason why you were caught, that isn't up to me to find out. Someone will be into to talk to you about that."

"Interrogate you mean,"

Molly sighed. "All done?"

Draco nodded.

"Well up you get then."