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Authors note – I think I had better clear a few things up because I really want readers to understand the way I'm writing Malfoy. Basically he has his own concept of what is right and wrong and will probably do more wrong than right, but not exactly evil-ish wrong. I'm doing it this way because I want him to be likable enough for Hermione to eventually like him (I'm a shameless shipper) but true enough to the real Malfoy that we all know and love. I think it comes across badly in this chapter, like he is in a gray area, but that is not the case.

Draco must have dozed off slightly because the next thing he knew Ron was shouting at him to get away from his sister who was looking at Ron like he belonged in St. Mungo's. It all amused him a great deal. He would have laughed had all three of their wands not been out and pointed right at him.

"Mum and dad brought him in, you might not want to kill their company." Ginny said calmly before putting her face down into her book again.

The looks that were plastered on the faces of the trio were absolutely priceless. The boys stood with their jaws almost to the floor, and Hermione wore a look of pure fury, as if fire was bound to shoot out of her mouth like a fierce dragon.

"What in Merlin's beard is going on?" Harry was the first to ask.

"I will explain. In private" Draco added, remembering Ginny's questions.

"Ha! We're not going anywhere with you, Death Eater." Ron spat at him.

"No one asked you, Weasel. I will talk to Potter, that is it." Draco shot back just as coldly.

Ron and Hermione both looked like they were about to protest but Harry held up a hand to quiet them, to which Draco was grateful.

"Alright Malfoy. Lets go." Harry said holding out his hands for Draco to grab.

There was loud pop and the two boys apparated together.

"Jeez Potter, where the bloody hell did you take me?" Draco asked looking around the average sized room. It was dank and musty, and by the looks of all the cobwebs it would appear that spiders lived there rather than humans.

"Godric's Hollow... My parents house. Its very private, now what have you got to say? It had better be good." Harry commanded, the look on his face would suggest that he was irritated but his voice was calm.

Draco let out a heavy sigh "I want out." He finally said.

Harry looked as though his jaw might hit the ground again. "You mean, you don't want to be a Death Eater anymore?" He asked to be sure.

"Yes. But its not easy, I need your...help." He said, muttering the last word as if it was profanity.

"But, why? Voldemort will kill you." Harry asked, more out of curiosity than concern.

"Not if I kill him first Potter, that is where you come in." Draco said smugly and smirked.

"I'm not sure I believe you, how do I know this isn't a scheme?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Well for starters, would I really have sought you out if I didn't really need your help? Secondly, would I be apparating god knows where with you when I have no wand? You could kill me at any moment and I couldn't even defend myself." He tried to explain, but Harry didn't look convinced.

"Would you be willing to drink Veritaserum?"

Draco rolled his eyes. If he had to he would, but only as a last resort. He didn't need Potter knowing all of his dark secrets that had absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort.

"As long as you give me your word that you will not to ask about anything other than Voldemort, especially nothing personal or I swear I'll kill you Potter."

"You have my word, but Ron and Hermione need to hear it too. They're always going to be with me during this fight, and before we start making any plans they need to be convinced too." Harry replied sternly.

Draco took one last look around the room. There wasn't much in it besides for a few planks of wood laying casually around the floor. He supposed they flew off of something during Lilly and James' final fight.

He would never, ever admit it to Harry but the room almost made him feel pangs of sadness. He had never realized how much pain and destruction Voldemort and the Death Eaters caused until he became one of them, and then it was too late. The room reminded him of all the murders he had personally witnessed during his time as a Death Eater.

"Uhh Malfoy, could I have a moment alone with my parent's home before we go back to Ron's?" Harry asked, snapping him back to reality.

"Yeah, sure Potter. Make is quick will ya? Death Eaters are out looking for me and what not." He replied a little more insensitively then he had intended to, but Harry nodded and Draco stepped back out into the cold night time air.

Just as he agreed Harry joined him outside not more than five minutes later, and they apparated themselves back to the burrow.

"Well, what happened?" Hermione demanded to know the second she had saw their figures appear.

"Hermione, I need you to go fetch a vial a Veritaserum. Ron, find us a quiet room where we wont be disturbed."

The sight of the two of them scampering off to answer Harry's demands made Draco laugh. "You call those friends? One would think they're more like servants."

"Can it Malfoy. If you want this to work you are going to have to learn to be more civil." Harry warned him.

"Oh, trust me Potter, you want this to work more than me." Draco smirked and turned to sit. "So you just have vials of Veritaserum laying about?" He added, with honest curiosity.

"Well, no. We have a few of them, in case we run into a Death Eater who claims to have been acting under the influence of the Imperius Curse." Harry explained, looking uncomfortable.

The fact that Harry had just revealed this to him would suggest that Harry trusted him. Veritaserum would be useless if he went back and warned the Death Eaters of the potion.

"Harry, I got the potion. Ron's in the attic, lets go." Hermione said, as she stormed into the room.

The attic was actually quite nice, especially compared to the rest of the house. The room was spacious and uncluttered. The only things that sat in the room were two chairs and a small couch.

Harry and Ron took their seats on the couch and he and Hermione sat in the chairs facing them.

"Ready Malfoy?" Harry asked, almost with concern.

"As ready as I'm going to be. Don't forget, I have your word Potter." Draco warned causing Hermione and Ron to look at them suspiciously.

"Drink up." Hermione said handing him the vial. "Just a drop or two will do." Draco nodded and complied, tipping the potion just slightly enough to get a few drops in his mouth.

As soon as it made contact with his tongue he could feel it taking effect. It tasted bland, just hinted with the vile taste of Ginger.

"Yuck, Granger you really let that Ginger root get strong didn't you?" He said licking around the inside of his mouth to get some relief from the taste most people had the pleasure of being spiked with instead of taking it in straight form.

"It was a mistake, Ron wasn't watching the garden properly." Hermione said shooting a icy stare at Ron for messing up her potion ingredients making Draco and Harry both laugh.

For a moment it was awkward that he and Harry could find humor in the same thing, but then again, the absolutely furious look on her face over something so trivial was comical enough to make even Voldemort laugh. After all, it wasn't even like the ingredients were messed up, just bad tasting.

"Alright, I've never been interrogated before, but I'm pretty sure one of you is supposed to be asking me questions." Draco quipped lightly.

"Oh right, I suppose I'll start then Ron and Hermione can add anything if they'd like." Harry said, once again taking the reins.

"Remember, word your questions carefully. Leave no room for error, I'd rather not repeat this process."

"Very well. Are you currently a Death Eater?"

"No." He answered, truthfully.

"Have you ever been a Death Eater?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Approximately 6 months."

"Why did you come here?"

"To help the Order fight Voldemort."

"That should do it right?" Harry looked around at Ron and Hermione to see if they had anything to add.

Hermione looked at him as if he had lost all his marbles. "Are you crazy! We can ask him anything and that's all you got? Its my turn to ask the questions." She stated.

"Alright. Absolutely no personal questions Hermione. I promised." Harry told her, she looked disappointed but nodded to show that she understood.

"What is Voldemort's next move?" She asked her first question. It obviously rattled her a little bit to say his name but she did it, and he couldn't help but admire her bravery

"I don't know, only Death Eaters high in the ranks are allowed inside information."

"Hmm I see." She looked disappointed again. "Do you know anything about Voldemort's Horcruxes?"

"I know very little. There was Tom's diary that you lot destroyed in our second year and I think his stupid snake is one too."

"Snake?"

"Nagini. I've had dreams about her." Harry butted in.

"Yeah." Draco confirmed.

"Where is your Fath-"

"Hermione, no!" Harry barked unexpectedly causing the others to jump. "Lucius is personal."

"This one is alright Potter, I don't much care for him. He is in Romania tracking down the Atrum Pectus Pectoris."

"What is that?" Hermione asked.

"Something you don't know Granger? I'm shocked" He snickered. "It's a stone used to extract the good from a wizard, Voldemort wants it to use it on the entire wizarding world to increase his army."

"How do we stop it?" Hermione asked, sounding as though she was going to panic soon.

"I don't know, I wasn't intending on letting him use it."

"Do you know where in Romania it is hidden?"

"No, it may not even be there. Romania was the first stop, Serbia is the next."

"Shouldn't we be trying to find it before he does?" Hermione asked in general but Draco was forced to answer under the effects of the potion.

"No. My father is under the Imperius Curse, he will be bringing it to me."

"How could you do that to your own father?" Ron asked before Harry had a chance to shut him up.

"Ron! I said no personal questions." Harry scolded him for his slip of the tongue.

"My father has been using the unforgivable curses on me since I was a child. I just learned to fight back is all."

All three of their jaws dropped. "Alright, this is over now." Harry spoke up first. "That was far too personal, give him the anti potion, Hermione."

"But, this is our chance to get answers!" She protested but Harry held up a hand to say he wouldn't have it.

"Come along Malfoy, I suppose if you are on our side now you are going to need a room at my place." Harry said holding out his hands ready to apparate him to number twelve Grimmauld Place.

Next Chapter – Training

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