Author's Note: I would like to apologize for not using British slang. I'm American, so I'm not that good at it.

Monday was just like the day before; everyone was rude to Harry. I have Care of Magical Creatures with him today, so I plan not to do anything to upset him. The bloke has been through enough the past few days, and I just want to show some support. I'm not too sure how, though. In the past I wasn't the supporting type. He'll probably take everything I say as an insult.

As I walked up to Hagrid's cabin I saw Harry look my way, probably expecting a sort a comment. I decide to keep quiet, and every once in a while Crabbe or Goyle would look at me expectantly. I just ignored their glances and waited for the lesson to begin.

Finally Hagrid shows up and starts talking nonsense. He wants us to walk our skewts! Seriously, the things are bad enough when they stay still. Of course he pulled Harry off to the side to talk, making the excuse he needed help with a skewt.

After the first few minutes I gave up on walking my skewt. It was to strong and big, so I just tried to get close enough to hear what Harry and Hagrid were talking about. I also gave up on that. The bloody skewt wouldn't budge, let alone go in the direction I wanted. Not to mention if I got to close they would notice me listening.

After the lesson, I noticed Harry looked worse then before. He didn't touch any food at dinner, and he barely talked to Granger. He looked in thought, and to tell the truth, I'm worried about him.


The next weekend is when I received the reply from my father. I was kind of nervous. I mean if my father knew something important? On the other hand he may have no idea what is happening. Considering his past, I really doubt it.

Draco,

My dear son, The Dark Lord is raising. He has a plan, and it is a clever plan, at that. He has infiltrated Hogwarts. The traitor is disguised as your professor for Defense Against The Dark Arts. He is going to get close to Potter, and help him with the tasks in the tournament. In fact, he was the one who put Potter's name in the Goblet.

At the end of the last trail the winners trophy is a portkey that transports the winner back to the beginning where Dumbledore is. This time the portkey will take the person to a graveyard where the Dark Lord is waiting. That's why the traitor must help Harry win.

The reason the Dark Lord needs Harry, isn't just to kill him. He is also going to preform a spell that will give him a body again. After the spell the Dark Lord will be strong again, his health will be fully restored, and he will no longer be dead.

I trust you will not tell a soul, Draco. You must destroy this letter the minute you finish reading it. There is a lot at risk, son, I trust you with this information.

Your Father,

Lucius

I took a shaky breath, and folded the letter back up. This couldn't be happening. This was all too much to take in, the traitor, you-know-who returning, but the worst part is they plan to kill Harry. My father has gone to far, to help you-know-who, to know Harry will die and still go along with this plan. It was all too much, and I just couldn't let him do this.

I want to Harry first, to explain why I couldn't go along with this madness. The only problem, well actually there's two problems. One, when could I possibly talk to Harry alone, or at least away from teachers. Two, I wasn't sure how to explain my reason for not going along with the plan.

Yes, it was evil, and if I went along with it I would also be evil. But, that wasn't the reason I want to tell Dumbledore about you-know-who's plan. It was more like this feeling pulling at my chest. "Its because you love Harry." My mind whispers, but I quickly deny it.

"Me! In love with Harry? No way! I probably just want to prove I can also be a hero." I mumble, looking up to make sure no one around me heard me. I picked up the letter, and put it in my robes. I needed to get Harry alone and tell him what is planned. After that fake Moody will be stopped, I'll be a hero, and Harry lives. I just have to find the right time to tell him.