Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling and copywrite of her various publishers, along with Warner Bros. Home Entertainment. The following story is meant for entertainment purposes only and no money is being made off of its internet publication. Enjoy.

Author's notes: So I know that this has been a long time coming but it is finally here, the loooooong awaited sequel to my story "Heir to the Serpent" and this one is from Draco's point of view. I am sorry that it took this long to post this story, I r3eally have no excuse for it except for the fact that I still have not been able to complete this sequel. I feel though that if I have the first part of the story up, I should be able to finish quickly. I started writing this story six years ago, so forgive me if the writing is too terrible. Anyway, without further ado, please enjoy…

Raised by the Fallen Angel

Chapter One: A Visit to the Prince

Draco Malfoy leaned against the stone wall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His robes were opened and underneath he wore a green silk shirt and a pair of black fitted trousers. Gathered around him were Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Neville Longbottom. Harry was holding a locket out to Ron. Until a few nights ago, the locket had been a piece of Voldemort's soul, but then the locket had been hit with a cloud of fire breathed from a Chinese fireball and had lost all magical properties, as well as being reduced physically to a melted and bent piece of jewelry. The group had decided that they needed to hold onto the locket, although Draco still couldn't see the point of doing such a thing. He saw even less point in what Harry was doing at the moment.

"Just give it to her Ron. We all know you like her." Harry said. "We saw how you reacted when she couldn't come with us from the Avalinguis."

"Do I have to?" Ron whined, a painful look on his face."

"Yes," Harry insisted.

"Why can't you give it to one of your girlfriends" Ron asked the group at large.

"Haven't got one mate," Blaise replied.

Ron turned to Neville, who was looking in another direction, not paying attention. Draco had noticed that Neville seemed distant lately, actually, ever since they had gone to get the locket. Draco suspected he had something urgent on his mind. "Oh come off it." Draco answered for Neville. "We all know he hasn't got a girl."

Ron's gaze switched to Draco. Draco looked at Ron as though he were insane. In fact he was insane if he thought Draco was giving that thing to Hermione. "Right," Draco said sarcastically, "I'm going to give my Muggleborn girlfriend a locket that used to be part of my Muggleborn hating father's soul."

Ron turned to Harry, who gave his best friend a look similar to the one Draco had given him. "Ron," Harry said. "I think that your sister has had enough of owning Horcruxes to last her a lifetime." He was referring to the diary that had taken over Ginny five years previously.

"Fine," Ron sighed, taking the locket from Harry. He walked over to where Hermione, Ginny and Luna were sitting under a tree near the lake. Hermione was doing Arithmancy homework, Luna was reading the Quibbler, and Ginny was sprawled out on the grass. An October breeze rustled the leaves above them as Ron stepped in front of Luna.

"Hey Luna" he said, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Luna put down her magazine and looked up at Ron. "Yes," she said in her dreamy voice.

"Um, in private?" Ron said blushing slightly.

"Oh, of course Ronald," Luna replied and stood up. He led her away to a place along the lake where his friends could see him, but not hear him.

"Look Luna, I uh, I really like you, you know, and I uh, I want you to have this." Ron blushed crimson as he held out the locket. "That is, if you want it, If not I'll just uh, I'll just keep it." Luna took it and put it on, taking her butterbeer cork necklace off. She put her usual necklace in her pocket and leaned up to kiss Ron. Ron's face became the color of a tomato.

"So, am I your girlfriend now?" Luna asked. Ron simply nodded and she led him back to sit down with the girls.

Draco took a galleon out of his trouser pocket and handed it to Harry. "Guess he had the guts to do it after all." Draco said, and the boys walked over to Ron and the girls.

"Okay, so Ron and Neville, me and Blaise, and Harry and Draco," Hermione said as the six of them were getting ready to practice spells in the Head Common Room the next day. Harry's copy of Advanced Potion Making was lying open on the table. Despite objections from Harry, Ron, and Draco, Hermione had insisted that they use the spells found in the book. In fact, Hermione's insistence had apparently been the only reason Harry hadn't gotten rid of the book in the first place.

Draco nodded and went with Harry to one side of the room to practice. Both Harry and Draco were good blockers and after half an hour each had only managed to hit the other once. Draco ventured a look to his left and found himself hanging upside down by his ankles. As Harry got him down, Draco's gaze was still to the left, where Ron and Neville were practicing. Neville seemed more concentrated now, when he was practicing, and better at spells to boot. Neville hit Ron with a bat-boogey hex and Ron ended up stumbling backwards and almost losing his balance. Harry had walked over to Draco, probably wondering what the blond was looking at.

As Neville took his hex off of Ron, and Ron proclaimed that the hex could have rivaled his sister's, Draco turned to Harry. "I need to talk to you," Draco said, and he and Harry went up to Draco's room.

"It's Neville," Draco said, "He's acting weird isn't he? Ever since the other night when we went to get the locket. I mean, I was with you until the last room right? What happened?"

"Hermione didn't tell you?" Harry asked.

"No, was she supposed to?"

"Well, not exactly, but I mean, I thought she's tell you of all people."

"Tell me what?"

"Well, I told her and Neville something, something that's been bugging me and Neville really needed to know but…"

"Spit it out Potter" Draco interrupted.

"Neville might be the Chosen One. The prophesy never said it was me. It just said that it was a boy, born at the end of July, whose parents had defied Voldemort three times."

Draco let out a sigh that expressed his feelings of relief, amusement, and exasperation.

"It has to be you. The prophesy says it's you."

"No it doesn't! I just told you that it doesn't!"

"Not your prophesy you idiot, mine."

"What?"

"My prophesy says 'two moons before the Chosen One, another shall be born.' My birthday is May 31. That's two months, or two moons before yours." Harry's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, but he smiled.

Just then the boys heard a shout of "Sectumsempra!" Everything seemed to be going in slow motion and Harry was even shouting the clichéd "No!" as the two boys flew out of the room as quickly as they could. But it was too late. Ron lay on the floor, his face and chest spurting blood. Ron was shaking violently, looking like he had been cut with a sword. Draco jumped over the banister and grabbed a light blanket off one of the sofas. He raced over to Ron. Hermione helped him gingerly take off Ron's robes and shirt. Draco pressed the blanket over Ron's chest and applied pressure, as Hermione began muttering healing charms over their friend.

"No good," said Draco, "we need the counter-curse."

"Should I get the nurse?" Neville asked.

"No," Draco responded.

"But Draco, look at him, he needs help," Hermione reasoned.

"The nurse will only get in the way." Draco said firmly, "We need the counter-curse. Harry…"

Harry cut him off. "But we'd need to get Snape. And no one knows where he is. Even if we did know, we don't know if he would or could help Ron. He can't get in the school without someone noticing."

"Then we'll bring Ron to him. Harry, help me compress his chest. It'll keep some of the blood in. Hermione, go get Ginny and Luna form Slughorn. Neville, get McGonagall. Blaise, please tell me that my stash is still down in your room."

"Yes," answered Blaise, confused.

"Good, get my a VC and five GGs. Everybody go! I'll explain when you all get back."

The three left the Head Common Room hurriedly and quickly returned, first Neville and the Headmistress, then the girls, and finally Blaise with six vials of disgusting looking liquid in his hands.

"What are you on about with these Draco?" Blaise asked out of breath as he reentered the Common Room.

"We're going to Snape." Draco responded, "He's the only one with the counter-curse."

"But no one knows where he is." Ginny exclaimed.

"I do." Draco said without looking up. He could picture their shocked faces.

"You know! And you didn't turn him in!" Hermione screamed and drew her wand on her boyfriend. "Tell me why I shouldn't hex your balls off Draco Malfoy."

"One," Draco said unfazed, "I wouldn't be able to help Ron because I would be too distracted by my sudden castration. Two, McGonagall agrees with me that Snape may be a valuable resource, which I believe is about to be proven. And three, you want kids someday." He looked up and smiled devilishly at her. She looked shocked. Pleased with this result, he continued. "So Harry, take Crabbe and Ron will take Goyle."

"What?" Harry asked, thoroughly confused.

"We have to disguise you and Ron. Otherwise Snape may not help us." Draco explained. "All last year I kept a stash of polyjuice potion hidden so I could use it at any time if I needed guards or something." Blaise tossed Harry a vial.

"Not yet." Draco said "First, how do we get Ron there? Professor," He addressed McGonagall for the first time, "Can we side along him if he's like this?" McGonagall nodded, apparently in shock.

After walking down to Hogsmeade and administering the potion to Harry and Ron, they apparated to a desolate street in the North of England. Ron went side-along with Draco, which Draco had found took a lot of concentration and energy seeing as Ron was barely conscious. Blaise had asked on the walk down to Hogsmeade why Ron needed five vials and Draco had said that with the blood loss he didn't know how well the potion would stay in Ron's system. It seemed to be doing so normally.

Draco and Harry helped Ron walk to the small cottage at the end of the drive, with Blaise following them. Draco knocked on the door. A woman with dark hair that Draco didn't recognize opened the door. Upon seeing the boys, she acted as if she knew them, "Merlin" she breathed and quickly stepped aside, ushering them inside.

"What happened, Mr. Malfoy?" the woman asked as she helped Harry, who looked like Crabbe, lay Ron, who looked like Goyle, down on a couch.

"I'm sorry miss," Draoc said politely, wondering how the woman knew his name, "But we really need to find a man named Severus Snape. Do you know where he might be?"

"I am Severus Snape," the woman replied "I'm taking polyjuice potion." Blaise couldn't help but chuckle.

"Is something funny Mr. Zabini?" Snape asked.

"No sir," Blaise replied, "I just, I'm sorry sir, but the thought of you as a woman is rather amusing." Draco suspected that this was only half the reason that Blaise was laughing. There was also the irony of having Harry and Ron using polyjuice potion at the same time as Snape.

Before Snape could retort, Draco cut in, "Snape, we need your help." Draco said sternly "Potter's hexed Goyle. It's that same spell that he performed on me last year that you countered. We need your help sir. None of the idiots at the school know how to counter it."

"Of course," Snape said. He stepped over the bleeding boy and muttered the counter-curse.

"Potter seems to have gotten better." Snape said. Harry and Draco exchanged looks. "Or worse. Either way, he caused more damage this time. Looks like Mr. Goyle here will be incapacitated for a while."

"But what about Quidditch?" Harry asked.

"We have the match against Gryffindor this weeked." Draco covered. "Goyle's a Beater."

"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but he won't be able to play. Keep him in the Hospital Wing for about two weeks."

"Yes sir," Draco sighed. He and Harry helped Ron to his feet and turned to go.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape called.

Draco spun around. "Yes sir?"

"Have you found anything out yet about Potter and his friends? Like you are supposed to."

Harry froze and turned to Draco.

"Not much sir," Draco lied. "I am pretending to be interested in Granger, dating her, to get close to them, but they haven't told me much yet. Longbottom is acting weirder than normal though. And they do think that Regulus Black was close to the Dark Lord for some reason." Snape nodded, seemingly satisfied, and the four boys left the cottage and apparated back to Hogsmeade.