Chapter 2

(Malfoy Manor)

Draco stared at the tube for awhile. What could his mother possibly want with Potter? Why would she risk her life to go see him? Draco picked up the tube and shook it. He contemplated just throwing the damn thing into the fire, but just then something shiny caught his eye. The sunlight from the open window gleamed off the ring that sat on his desk.

Draco's mind flashed to when he was ten. He had just gotten his first broom; he was so excited. He wanted to try it out immediately. His mother was so worried. She watched him intensely as he took off. He hadn't been off the ground more than five minutes before he was stuck. He hadn't yet learned how to control a broom and was stuck in mid air, five feet off the ground. His mother rushed over to him, reaching her arms out. He remembered how the ring on her finger shined and sparkled in the sun. It blinded him. He fell off and into her arms. She held him tight, crying. She was so scared; she didn't leave his side for three days; even sleeping in his room for an entire week after.

Draco wiped tears away and called for the elf. "Bring me the pensive." A short while later two elves came in carrying a huge gold pensive. "You may go." Draco waited until they left to open the tube and pour the memory in. He took a deep breath and stuck his head in.

The den spun around and around until it was completely replaced by what Draco assumed to be the dining room in Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Narcissa Malfoy sat alone at the table. She looked anxious. The door opened as Harry Potter entered. He walked over to the other side of the table and took the seat opposite of her. She cleared her throat, "Do you know who I am?"

Potter nodded, "Yes I do, Mrs. Malfoy."

She smiled politely. "Yes, well I guess you must be wondering why I am here." Potter nodded again. She continued, "I have some information that may be useful to you."

Potter looked confused. "Why would you share such information?"

"I need something from you."

Potter arched an eyebrow, "Why would I do anything for you?"

Tears rolled down Narcissa's cheeks. "Because you are a good man…and you need to win this war. We all need you to win this war."

"Your husband doesn't share your views."

"Lucius is a complicated man, a man very much like you-"

Potter stood up. "I am nothing like him! He is a liar and a murder!"

Narcissa shook her head. "He is a man trapped by his past, like you. He isn't the man he once was. His views have changed. They changed after the first war, but nevertheless he had to keep up the act…for Draco and my safety. He thought after a while he could influence the others-"

"Other death eaters?" Harry sat down, much to Narcissa's relief

"Yes, to change their views as well, but Voldemort returned and it was too late."

"What is it that you want?"

She mumbled something to Potter. Draco couldn't make out what she said. Damn Potter, he had messed with this part of the memory. Harry was silent for a while then he nodded and the conversation continued. "Okay, but you will do something for me."

"Anything," Narcissa sobbed.

"Where is the last place Voldemort would look for someone?"

Narcissa was silent for a moment. "Who are you trying to hide?"

"That's not important."

"Well then, I suppose it would be…"

The memory ended.

Draco pulled his head out of the pensive. His mother made a deal with Potter? His father didn't really hate mud-bloods or half-bloods. Potter wanted to hide someone, but whom? Draco's blood began to boil. Lies, everyone around him lied to him. They kept him in the dark. His anger overwhelmed him. Where the hell was Potter? He was going to strangle him until he talked, but he would have to find him first. Draco pulled a piece of parchment out of his desk and began to scribble a note.