Chapter Two Draco's Story

Not that far away in Grimwald place Harry Potter was going to get a big shock.

Ding Dong

Harry looks up from the letter he was writing wondering who the hell was at the door at 2 o'clock in the morning. 'I guess I need to get that.' So stepping softly so not to wake Ron, Harry goes down the stairs. When he reaches the door he hears someone sniffling. 'What the'. Opening the door fast he sees Draco Malfoy standing on the steps soaked and wet. Surprise turned into utter hate. Harry went to slam the door but…

"Please, I have nowhere to go."

Harry turned away, then turned back around looking at Draco and realized that it wasn't the same Malfoy he knew and hated for 6 years. The Malfoy standing in front of him was the complete opposite. He looked scared, alone and really out of it. Looking up to his eyes, Harry saw that they were not the same color. Instead the color wasn't a cold grey color but light blue. The arrogance and cockiness were gone. Harry kept on studying Draco looking him up and down. All Draco could do was fidget with his hands, until Harry spoke.

"Malfoy, I might not trust you or like you, but you can come in." Draco steps into the house and whispered "Thank you."

In the light Harry could really see Draco for the first time. His clothes were all tore and ripped apart. It looked like there was blood in his hair, and on his face and clothes. For some reason Harry felt sorry for the guy in front of him.

"Do you want to tell me why you came here and why you look like crap?"

Draco turned around and looked at Harry. "The reason I'm here is because I had nowhere else to go, and I was hoping you wouldn't tell me to bugger off because you and your friends are good people who help people. I did think you were going to slam the door in my face or turn me in and I know that I deserve it for everything that has happened and how I treated you and your friends. For everything I would like to say that I am truly sorry for everything, really sorry."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did Draco Malfoy actually say he was sorry and meant it?

"I know what you are thinking. I did apologize and I did mean it with all my heart. You are good people and I know what you are capable of."

"If were such good people, why did you treat us badly and ridicule us for years? It doesn't make any sense. It doesn't work that way." Harry said shaking his head.

Draco looked up from his hands and went to say something but nothing comes out. Draco looks back down at his hands and says, "I was jealous that you picked Weasley over me, I was furious. I didn't understand why you wouldn't be my friend when I had the name, money and power. I now know why and I feel stupid for mistreating you."

"Ok but that doesn't explain why you were an ass to my friends."

"Ron has the family I've always wanted. A loving mother and father, brothers and a sister to talk to, to never be alone. Hermione, she always got better grades then I did and was always on top of everything she did. I was supposed to be the better one since I was the pureblood, but she was just more brilliant than I was."

Harry yet again that night was shocked at what Malfoy said. Part of Harry didn't want to believe him, but looking at him fidgeting with his hands and almost in tears made Harry believe everything that he was saying. Yet again though Malfoy was a skilled liar and could be lying about everything. "How do I know that you won't go running back to Voldemort telling him where we are or who's here?"

"Honestly you want to know why I'm here." Draco was starting to show his Malfoy side. He sneered and backed away from Harry. "That bastard has made my life a living hell since my father got locked up in Azkaban. He made me pick between my whole family dying or me becoming one of his death eaters, a slave. Believe it or not but I love my family and care about them, so I picked this bloody mark on my arm. He used my family against me to get what he wanted out of me. I went along with it until he demanded I kill Dumbledore, but I couldn't because if I was to kill Dumbledore my last chance of freedom would have been gone. So Snape killed for me. After Voldemort found out that I didn't do my job, he tortured me and tried to break me. Finally I faced him one on one and battled him. When he fell to his knees, I took the opportunity to make a run for it. I ran as fast as I could go, and the first person I thought of was you. On the way here I had some death eaters following me and trying to kill me, but I out smarted them. And that's how I got here.

Again that night, Harry was shocked. All he could was rub his temples trying to soak up everything. 'I think I need some pain killers'

"Malfoy, let's go talk in the kitchen ok?" Draco nods and they both head into the kitchen. Not knowing that two people were listening in on the conversation.

"Can we trust him Tonks?"

"I don't know, but if Harry can, I think we can. But we have to wait and see." Lupin looked at his wife confused at the conversation.