Chapter 2, Repentance and Redemption
There was a pause while the trio processed this information. How can they trust him? It could all be an act. But looking at him now, the fact that the once proud Malfoy was hunched over and almost in tears... they knew with a glance what they had to do.
'Alright Malfoy, we accept. How can we contact our order from here?' Potter asked.
Draco picked his head up, dried his eyes, and smiled. 'Follow me.' He walked to a far wall and muttered something under his breath. The wall transformed into a passageway. He looked back to make sure they were following, and began the decent to the secret hall. The group arrived in a small room, no bigger than a broom cupboard. On the far wall, there was a fireplace with a grate over it. The grate was locked, which prevented floo travel, but allowed for floo calls. Draco reached into the alcove and pulled a small sack from the darkness. Floo powder. He handed it to Potter.
'Tell them you have been captured and are being held at Malfoy manner with many other prisoners. There are Six death eaters here, so inform them to bring enough people to overpower those six. Inform them of our terms, and tell them to arrive quickly. I will go upstairs and start letting down our protective enchantments. Make the call, and then wait. When they arrive I will help them take down the death eaters and we will come get you and the others.' With that he turned and walked back out, leaving the trio to make their call.
Draco arrived back upstairs, and saw the room was now empty. Perfect. He walked outside and began quietly removing the enchantments. He knew there was no turning back now. Once the spells were down, he went to go tell his mother to be ready to go.
'There is not time to explain. I need to protect you. Take only what you need, and hide in the alcove of the front room until I come get you.' Narcissa's eyes welled up. This was their chance. She solemnly nodded and kissed his forehead. 'Go, I will be waiting for you.'
Within 10 minutes there was a loud crash, and smoke was everywhere. There was screaming and hexes flying. It was over before he had a chance to lift his wand to help. A tall dark man walked from the smoke towards Draco.
'You must be Draco. Call me Kingsley. Where are the others?' Draco led the man down to the dungeons to free the prisoners, and the trio. Once everyone was back upstairs, he went to find his mother. It was time to start their new life.
