A/N: This has been stuck in my head for a while. I saw Deathly Hallows yesterday (WOWOWOWOWOW!) and I was so happy as to the amount of Draco in the movie! It was great. I hope everyone else enjoyed it! Best line has either got to be: 'Yeah? You and whose army?" or "That's my girlfriend, you numpty!" And the whole Room of Requirement scene, and the fight…I'll shut up now.
Summary: Could you turn your back on your family and everything you'd ever believed in, if it meant defeating the darkest wizard of all time and help save the world? Even if it could result in death, disownment or worse? Draco Malfoy has to decided which path to follow before time runs out - "Be careful, Draco. The Dark Lord is not best pleased with us. I am not sure what it is that he requires from you, but rest assured, we will always be with you."
Italics – text taken directly from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
The Kids from Yesterday.
Prologue.
"My Lord," Said a dark woman halfway down the table, her voice constricted with emotion, "it is an honour to have you here, in our family's house. There can be no higher pleasure."
She sat beside her sister, as unlike her in looks, with her dark hair and heavily lidded eyes, as she was in bearing and demeanour; where Narcissa sat rigid and impassive, Bellatrix leaned towards Voldemort, for mere words could not demonstrate her longing for closeness.
"No higher pleasure," repeated Voldemort, his head tilted a little to one side as he considered Bellatrix. "That means a great deal, Bellatrix, from you."
Her face flooded with colour; her eyes welled with tears of delight.
"My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth!"
"No higher pleasure…even compared with the happy event that, I hear, has taken place in your family this week?"
She stared at him, her lips parted, evidently confused.
"I don't know what you mean, my Lord."
"I'm talking about your niece, Bellatrix. And yours, Lucius and Narcissa. She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin. You must be so proud."
There was an eruption of jeering laughter from around the table. Many leaned forward to exchange gleeful looks; a few thumped the table with their fists. The great snake, disliking the disturbance, opened its mouth and hissed angrily, but the Death Eaters did not hear it, so jubilant were they at Bellatrix and the Malfoys' humiliation. Bellatrix's face, so recently flushed with happiness, had turned an ugly, blotchy red.
"She is no niece of ours, my Lord," she cried over the outpouring of mirth. "We – Narcissa and I – have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood. This brat has nothing to do with either of us, nor any beast she marries."
"What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. "Will you babysit the cubs?"
The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked up in terror at his father, who was staring down into his own lap, then caught his mother's eye. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall.
A little while later, Voldemort allowed his followers to leave the drawing room; the majority of whom strode out happily – indeed Bellatrix Lestrange visibly skipped out of the room, manic laughter escaping from her lips. It was only the Malfoy family that crept out of the largest room in their house, fear evident in their rigid postures and wide eyes. Lucius kept a firm grip on his wife's elbow, and she in turn squeezed her son's shoulder, allowing a small form of comfort as they quietly left the room.
Voldemort had announced his plan to intercept Harry Potter's departure from Number 4 Privet Drive, and although this was met with cheers and excitement from the majority of the Death Eaters, the Malfoy's could not help but feel something bad was going to happen to them. They had fallen from the Dark Lord's grace a long time ago. After Harry Potter escaped from the Graveyard after the Dark Lord's rebirth, Lucius had failed to retrieve the prophecy from the Ministry and the boy had escaped, once again, relatively unharmed. Draco's failure to kill Albus Dumbledore was the final straw, and since then the Malfoy family lived in fear that at any minute, any second, the Dark Lord could kill any of them, torture them to death…
They slowly climbed up the long, winding, marble staircase, and once they were sure they were now alone in the Manor, they separated – Lucius and Narcissa continued up a further staircase to their own bedroom, leaving Draco to slip into his bedroom, shut the door and place various locking charms on it. He cringed as heard a slight movement downstairs in the basement, knowing the Lovegood girl would be wandering about aimlessly down there, conversing with the wand-maker and the goblin, trying to keep them cheerful and away from insanity.
Draco sighed dejectedly. He couldn't really blame anyone else but himself for this situation. If he'd only have killed Dumbledore that night…then none of this would have happened. His family would not have to be humiliated in this way – have their house overtaken by the Dark Lord and his parents afraid for their very lives. He threw himself down on his four poster bed, grimacing as he came to a realisation. There was no way out of this, he sighed, he'd probably die in this very house, and there was nothing he, nor his parents, could do about it. He had brought shame to the Malfoy family.
Draco woke with a start. He looked around his room wildly, trying to work out what had caused him to wake, when someone opened his door. He rubbed his eyes and searched blindly for his wand, before muttering, 'Lumos' and the light from his wand illuminated the entire room, and his parents hovering in the door.
"Mother? Father?" he asked cautiously, for they were glancing awkwardly at each other before his father murmured;
"Draco, my son, the Dark Lord requires your assistance in the drawing room."
"The…father?" Draco gulped.
Lucius made to place his hand on Draco's shoulder, but never. Instead he frowned and said quietly, "Be careful, Draco. The Dark Lord is not best pleased with us. I am not sure what it is that he requires from you, but rest assured, we will always be with you."
Draco stared at his father before walking up to him and throwing his arms around him. Shocked at this unusual form of affection, not a common occurrence in the Manor, Lucius could only gaze at this son, before his wife too, joined in the hug, and he brought them close to his chest, his actions saying what he couldn't put into words.
After a moment, Draco pulled away from his parents, wiped his eyes and sighed again, "Let's do this."
A few hundred miles away, a boy called Harry Potter woke with a start. He rubbed his forehead furiously, frowning as he attempted to recall his nightmare from only seconds before. He scowled as the blinding pain in his head refused to leave, and suddenly he looked up to see the worried faces of his best friends – Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
"Harry? Harry! Are you ok? Is it your scar?" The bushy-haired witch demanded immediately.
"Blimey, Hermione. Let the guy breathe!" the ginger-haired boy rolled his eyes.
Harry tried to control his breathing as various pictures formed in his mind. "Vol-"
"Don'.!" Ron growled angrily, still gazing in worry at Harry.
"Fear of a name only increases-" Hermione began, her face forming an exasperated scowl.
"Fine! You-Know-Who was angry…something…he's at Malfoy Manor…he wanted…Malfoy…Draco, I mean…not his dad, to do something." He frowned as he raked his memories, "I'm not sure what, but he wouldn't do it, he got punished…."
Hermione went pale. "He gave Draco another mission? After he failed his last one?" She bit her lip.
Harry shrugged, "I think so. But he wouldn't do it."
"What happened to him?" Ron surprised them both by asking. "What? Just 'cause I don't like the git, it doesn't mean I want him hurt."
"He was responsible for Dumbledore's death, Ronald." Hermione frowned.
"Yeah," Harry interrupted, "But I think he's gotten enough punishment over that. I dread to think what Vol-I mean, You-Know-Who does to people who don't follow his orders. I'm actually surprised Draco's not dead."
There was a brief silence as the Golden Trio pondered over the fate of the blonde Slytherin before it was interrupted by Hermione.
"I still think we should be focusing on searching for the Horcruxes. We need to make a list-"
"Hermione, I know, but what if we are supposed to look for the Deathly Hallows as well? There's just something about-"
"No, Harry. You're getting too easily side-tracked. We don't need the Hallows, we need the horcruxes. We find and destroy the horcruxes; we defeat You-Know-Who."
"You make it sound so simple, Hermione." Ron sniggered.
"I understand that, really I do." Harry continued, ignoring Ron. "But it's obvious that he's obsessed with the Elder Wand!"
"Harry-"
"Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-"
"HARRY, NO!"
"-demort's after the Elder Wand!"
"The name's Taboo" Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. "I told you, Harry, I told you, we can't say it anymore – we've got to put the protection back around us – quickly – it's how they find-"
But Ron stopped talking, and Harry knew why. The Sneakoscope on the table had lit up and begun to spin; they could hear voices coming nearer and nearer: rough,, excited voices. Ron pulled the Deluminator out of his pocket and clicked it: their lamps went out.
"Come out of there with your hands up!" came a rasping voice through the darkness. "We know you're in their! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!"
A/N: Dun dun dun! I've taken a break from writing World's Apart, I'm in more of a Harry Potter mood lately! Next chapter should hopefully be up soon!
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