Chapter Two- Within the Black Household

"Draco. Draco get up. Now!" Draco opened his eyes blearily and frowned at his Father who was awakening him at; he glanced at the clock, three o'clock in the bloody morning.

"What?" He asked as he was practically dragged from his bed. "Why?"

"You have to go now." His Father said throwing a bag at him. It contained a few clothes and his toothbrush.

"Why?" Draco asked still confused. Lucius ignored him dragging him, still in his pyjamas down the stairs and into one of the many parlours of their home. As Lucius barred them into the room Draco began to hear noises from outside. "What's going on?"

"Trust me Draco. You will be safe." Lucius said hurriedly throwing floo powder onto the fire and pushing Draco into the flames.

"You're coming too right?" Draco asked slightly panicked. What was going on? "Right!"

"No Draco. Now take this." He gave him a crumpled slip of paper. Draco glanced at it. Number 12 Grimmauld Place it read. "Call it out."

"Why aren't you coming with me?" Draco asked his eyes wide and shocked.

"I can't. Now go Draco." Lucius said he kept glancing behind him at the door. Draco stared at his Father for a long moment before he called out the name written on the paper. The last image he saw before the flames swirled him away was the door of the parlour breaking and a red spell hitting his Father.

He tumbled out of the fireplace and landed in a heap on a ratty old rug. He hurriedly got to his feet and stared around him breathing heavily. He was in an old sitting room which had been terribly neglected over the years.

The door opened and he spun to see Dumbledore and a few other people he didn't recognise staring at him incredulously.

"What's a Malfoy doing here?" Draco identified the speaker as none other than Mad-Eye-Moody who was staring him down with that electric blue eye of his.

"Draco?" Dumbledore asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I-I don't…. I don't know. What's going on? Where am I?" Draco asked backing up at the slightly threatening looks he was receiving from the people beside Dumbledore.

"How could he get in here without you telling him the address?" Moody demanded.

"Draco, has something happened to your Father?" Dumbledore asked frowning and staring at Draco with those piercing blue eyes of his.

"I don't know." Draco said his hands grasping behind him at the fireplace to keep himself steady. "He woke me and dragged me to the parlour before giving me this."

Draco held out the crumpled paper and Dumbledore stepped forward to take it. His frown deepened as he read the paper.

"Where am I?" Draco whispered half afraid that he would faint.

"You; my dear boy, are within the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters." As soon as he said this Draco's knees did actually buckle and he landed on the floor with a thud staring up at the headmaster with disbelief. He couldn't believe that he was actually within the Headquarters of the main resistance to the Dark Lord.

"Why would my Father send me here?" Draco asked breathing heavily. These people would kill him.

"Well it is my belief that your Father has been found out." Dumbledore said gently kneeling down beside Draco who was close to hyperventilating.

"Found out?" He gasped.

"Yes, you see Severus is not the only spy within Voldemort's ranks." Draco's eyes went wide at that.

"Sev is a spy? My Father's a spy!" Draco exclaimed and Dumbledore smiled sadly.

"It is a terrible burden to bear. He could not tell even you for fear of being found out. He was one of my spies that was in deepest." Dumbledore said gently grasping Draco's shoulder but Draco pulled back viciously.

"What do you mean was?" Draco shouted. "My Father is still alive! He's not dead! He can't be!"

With that Draco forced himself to his feet and tried to put some distance between himself and the old Headmaster.

"Draco please, calm down." Dumbledore began.

"Calm down! You expect me to calm down! How can I? My Father's a spy. Sev is a spy! I'm in my worst enemies' hideout and I'm still in my pyjamas!" Draco breathing escalated until his body could no longer withstand the stress and he slumped to the ground in a dead faint.

Harry woke with a yawn and a stretch feeling extremely better. Madam Pomfrey had given him a few painkillers and a sleeping draught which gave him a blissful dreamless sleep. He smiled recalling her saying that he could get out of bed when he awoke. Standing slowly to make sure that he was no longer wobbling on his feet he made his way out of the room but stopped suddenly as a wave of something smelling truly delicious. He hurried down to the kitchen where only Hermione was awake to greet him.

"Morning Mione." He said looking around the kitchen quite disappointed when he couldn't see anything that would reveal where the smell was coming from. He decided that it must have been a new cleaning spell Mrs Weasley was trying out. Hermione smiled and looked up from her book to greet him.

"Sleep well Harry?" He grinned and sat down opposite her on the table.

"How long have you been here anyway?" He asked, having forgotten to ask her yesterday.

"A couple of days. We were meant to go tomorrow to pick you up." Hermione said. "You just couldn't wait could you?"

"Hey. It's not my fault." He said rubbing the back of his head, making his already mussed hair even messier.

"Of course not Harry." Hermione said before going back to her book. Harry looked around the kitchen before getting a bowl of cereal to eat. He ate ravenously, feeling like he hadn't eaten in weeks. After a while more Order members began to slowly drift into the kitchen. It was a good half an hour and two bowls of cereal later that Remus showed up looking as if he hadn't slept a wink.

"Didn't you sleep well Moony?" Harry asked frowning at the state of the werewolf. Remus looked to him and gave him a wry smile shrugging.

"Got woken in the middle of the night for Order business." Remus said.

"What sort of business?" Harry asked curiously, even though he knew that he wasn't likely to get anything out of the werewolf.

"Nothing to worry about." He said but by the guilty look on his face Harry could tell that something big had happened last night.

"What happened?" He asked biting his lip.

"I'm sure Dumbledore will tell you himself later on." Remus said smiling but his face was slightly pale. Harry frowned he knew that if anything Dumbledore would make an effort not to tell him. Harry tended to find out things last out of everyone.

Draco sat in one of the many parlours of the house. This one was one of the few that had been reached by Molly Weasley's intentions and was quite homely looking. This however did nothing to put him at ease. He had been here since he woke up. Never alone, there was always someone in with him watching him. He could have sworn that one of the people was his third year DADA professor but he had shook it off as his imagination. They had all come and gone in shifts, for what could have only been an hour at a time. He had been too on edge to sleep and it now showed in his pale skin and in the dark circles around his eyes.

His watcher at the moment was none other than Mad-Eye-Moody, his fourth year DADA professor, though of course, he wasn't actually his professor. It had been that crazed son of Barty Crouch. Draco couldn't hold back a shiver as he saw that electric blue eye follow his every movement.

The door to the parlour opened and entered a woman that Draco could only assume was of the Weasley Clan. From her red hair to slightly threadbare robes. She walked into the room without turning to him and walked straight to Moody where they began to talk in hushed tones. Finally Moody nodded before leaving the room and only then did the Weasley turned towards him. Her eyes widened as she took in the state he was in. He couldn't even imagine what he looked like. Still in his pyjamas, his hair mussed from both the floo and from being dragged from his room in the middle of the night. Then the lack of sleep making him ashen and causing the dark circles beneath his eyes. To make matters worse his stomach grumbled just as she looked at him.

"Oh dear." She said walking up to him frowning. "Look at the state of you. I assume that you've only been watched by males. Sweet Merlin, did none of them even offer you a warm drink?"

Draco shook his head slightly bewildered.

"Well, a shower and change can wait. First things first. Let's get some food into you. Follow me and I'll take you to the kitchens." With that she ushered him from the room, he was too confused about the way she was treating him to do anything else but grab his bag of meagre possessions and follow. "My name's Molly by the way Molly Weasley. My husband Arthur took one of the shifts tonight and even he can be scatterbrained at the best of times."

Draco listened to her chatter absentmindedly; he was too busy observing the décor to pay much attention. Whoever decorated his house needed their head checked. There were heads of house elves put on plaques lining the walls and the carpet was what probably used to be black. He was a Malfoy and even his Manor didn't have this much dark colour.

"Oh, I suppose you're wondering about the state of this house. Well, you see, it hasn't been used for many years. I've started to redo some of the rooms but it is taking a long time." Mrs Weasley said smiling and shaking her head. "There are just so many rooms and such filth in each one of them. At the moment I've only managed to do enough of the bedrooms that everyone gets a clean bed to sleep in at night. Oh here we are."

Draco found that they were stopping at a large wooden door. He could hear the sound of raucous conversation drifting through it. Molly pushed open the door and walked in. She was met by a chorus of welcome. Draco stayed out of sight for a moment before Molly turned back and beckoned him into the room. As soon as he entered silence fell.

He glanced around the room. It seemed like the whole of the Weasel Clan was there. At least the ones he knew. The twins were both staring at him, the food in their mouths proudly on display with the gaping they were doing. The Weasel wasn't much better. Next to the Weasel was Potter, he was staring at Draco too along with Granger, though they thankfully kept their mouths closed.

The only few not staring at him were the people who already knew that he was there. Draco was forced forwards by Molly and pushed into a seat next to, Draco could now recognise, as Professor Lupin from his third year. So he hadn't been mistaken. Draco felt quite nervous sitting so close to the werewolf who was studying him closely.

"Malfoy?" The silence was broken by the Weasel none the less.

"Yes Weasel?" Draco sneered forcing his mask back into place, though he knew it was only a shadow of his proper mask. He was in too hideous a state to put it in place properly.

"What the fu…I mean, heck happened to you?" The Weasel shouted and Draco couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face at the way he changed his curse because of his Mother's glare.

"I apparently am joining the 'Light' side." Draco said rolling his eyes. "It's completely overrated by the way. I mean whoever designed this house was disturbed."

"I'm not arguing with that." Draco turned to the door, leaning against which was a thin wiry man with black hair and silver eyes. He was looking quite amused at Draco's comments.

"That would be the work of generations of inbreeding. My Mother of course being the last to grace these halls with her ideas of black carpets and walls for the Most Noble House of Black." The man smirked and Draco could instantly tell that this man was a pureblood. If the aristocratic angles on the man's face didn't give him away the smirk most definitely did. Though this man didn't quite hold himself as purebloods tended too.

"I assume you are a Black then?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow and the smirk suddenly changed into a blinding grin. Draco saw Remus roll his eyes at the man's behaviour.

"Not just any Black-"

"Do you think it's smart to tell him who you are? He could run to You-Know-Who or the Ministry." Ron suddenly cut in.

"Ronald Weasley, you leave young Draco alone. The poor boy's been through an ordeal and if you can't be pleasant then leave now." Molly reprimanded causing the Weasel to flush an angry red and for Draco to narrow his eyes at the woman, he didn't want everyone knowing his problems.

"As I was saying. I am not just any Black. I am the Sirius Orion Black. Son of Orion and Walburga Black." Sirius said bowing flamboyantly.

"Is there really a need for a 'the' in front of your name?" Remus asked dryly and Sirius looked scandalised. Draco however just stared in shock at the man who was supposedly a mass murderer and supposed son of his Mother's favourite Aunt and Uncle if that said anything about them, his Mother was demented.

"So what is a Malfoy doing in my house anyway?" Sirius asked sitting himself down on the other side of the werewolf and pulling some food onto his plate.

"I'm surprised you weren't woken." Molly said. "Draco flooed here. Gave us all a scare. His Father sent him here-"

"That is enough." Draco said suddenly angry at the woman. These strangers had no right to hear anything of his Father. Draco felt a lump rise in his throat at the thought that he might not ever see his Father again but he pushed the anguish back for later. Right now he was angry. "There is no need to blab everything out you stupid woman."

The Weasley Clan shifted and glared at him which he just ignored.

"I see no reason why anyone in this room needs to know why I am here. The only person who needs to know anything is Dumbledore and he isn't even here." Draco snapped.

"Calm down Malfoy." Draco turned his glare onto Potter who was watching him carefully with what looked more like interest than anything else.

"Calm down?" Draco shouted incredulously. "You want me to calm down? I tell you what, you get sent to some stranger's house by your Father in the middle of the night while you were being hunted by Death Eaters and then I'll tell you to calm down!"

Silence hung in the air and Draco cursed himself for his temper, he had just told everyone basically what he was trying to stop the Weasley woman from blabbing out.

Draco considered storming from the room, but he realised that it would be pointless, he didn't know the layout of this house and as such it wouldn't do to get lost and, he shuddered at the thought, have Potter come rescue him. So instead, he regained composure, slipping his icy mask back on and straightened his shoulders.

"Could someone show me to a room? I would like to lie down." Draco said carefully making sure to sneer at the end of his sentence. Molly Weasley wasn't going to help him anytime soon and most everyone else was in shock of his outburst.

"Follow me." Draco's eyes widened minutely as he realised who had spoken. Granger was offering to take him to a room. Draco just sighed but nodded. Granger stood and walked from the room. Draco picked his bag back up and followed her, his back straight as a poker as he walked behind her. Keeping his eyes on the back of her head. She stopped once they were a small distance away from the kitchen and she turned to face him.

"Listen here Malfoy." She began and he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know what you've been through, but just try to remember that everyone here is trying to help you. Even though Mrs Weasley acts a little overbearing it's just her way and everyone here respects her so you would do well to apologise to her at the next opportunity. Also, none of us here will tolerate your stupid 'pureblood' prejudices so either say something nice or don't say anything at all."

"Quoting Bambi are we?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow, his knowledge of the film causing her to start slightly in surprise. "I don't recall calling any of you names at all and I haven't shown any 'pureblood prejudices' as you so aptly called them during my stay here. I on the other hand, have been glared at, quarantined and I haven't eaten since last night. I always thought that the 'Light' side was above such things as prejudice."

This last bit was spat angrily causing Granger to frown slightly in remorse. Draco just ignored her and waited pointedly for her to show him to a room. She just nodded and carried on walking. A few minutes they reached a room which Draco assumed wasn't in complete disrepair. He walked in to see it was much cleaner than the rest of the house and had new sheets on the bed and new furnishings.

"Thank you Granger." Draco said courteously dismissing her. She just nodded before leaving the room. Draco let his composure drop, his shoulders slumped and he ran a hand through his hair grimacing at the tangles he felt there. Too tired to do anything about it he dropped his bag on the floor near the bed before collapsing on top of it, he didn't bother to get under the covers he simply fell asleep where he fell.

Hermione frowned as she walked back to the kitchen. She could hear an argument on the other side of the door and when she entered Molly and Ron were fighting the Twins.

"You heard what he called her!" Ron shouted.

"He's obviously been through hell. Did you not see the state he was in?" Fred shouted back. Hermione moved to sit next to Harry who was watching the fight with little interest. Remus and Sirius appeared to have left. They watched the argument for a little while longer until Hermione couldn't take it. What Draco had said had got to her.

"Would you all just shut up?" Hermione shouted causing everyone to look to her in surprise, she rarely ever shouted against an adult. Even Molly seemed shocked.

"Hermione, you heard-"

"Yes I heard what he said. But as Fred said, he's been through hell. Have any of you noticed yet that he's here alone. That even though his Father sent him here, his Father is not here? Do any of you realise what that could mean? He said he was being chased by Death Eaters and that probably means that his Father is dead." Hermione spat and everyone looked down ashamed. "You're all complaining about the type of prejudiced bastard he is and yet you're all just as prejudiced towards him. I watched him for a moment as he went to his room. He didn't know I could see him and he fell straight asleep on the bed. He's been up all night and all you can do is shout at him for being annoyed that someone wants to tell all of his secrets to, as he said, a group of strangers."

Everyone stared at Hermione for her rant. She stood stock still, breathing heavily as she glared at Ron and Molly both of whom were watching her wide-eyed.

"Herm, calm down." Harry said quietly. She turned to him and he flinched as if he was about to receive another rant but she just nodded and sat back down. Not long afterwards Ron stormed from the room, Molly also left but she looked reprimanded.

"I'm going to take him some food at lunch." Hermione said and Harry nodded absentmindedly. He was too busy thinking about the delicious smell that had followed Malfoy into the room. He couldn't place what is was. He would have to asked him what cologne he used. He also couldn't get the dark blue shine of Malfoy's aura out of his head

Draco woke frowning at the knocking on his door. It was summer; he didn't have to wake up. He opened his eyes groggily and started as he realised that he wasn't in his own room then everything came rushing back to him and he sighed heavily rubbing his eyes harshly as he realised that the knocking was still going on his door. He stood and walked to the door trying valiantly to ignore his state of dress but he couldn't change right now.

He opened the door and frowned as he saw Granger standing there with a silver tray, upon which was a delicious smelling meal.

"Granger." He greeted cautiously.

"I thought you might be hungry." She said and Draco nodded hesitantly and she smiled at him. "Can I come in?"

Draco nodded and opened the door wider to let her in. She walked to the bedside table and placed the silver tray on it before sitting down on the end of the bed, folding her legs underneath her. Draco raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he sat at the head of the bed and took the tray onto his lap. He was too ravenous to care about the fact that he was being watched as he ate. Once he was finished he placed the tray back on the bedside table and turned to face Granger who up until this point had been silent.

"Why did you bring me food?" He asked.

"You said that you hadn't eaten since last night." She said shrugging.

"Oh…" He said frowning, he had forgotten about his rant. "Thank you."

"It's no problem." She said smiling at him and he nodded.

"Now what's your real reason for coming here?" He asked narrowing his eyes and her smile just widened.

"As sharp as ever." She stated before sobering. "I want to know why you are here."

"I told you, my Father sent me here." Draco answered sharply.

"Yes, but why?" Hermione asked. "For as long as we've known you, both you and your family have been pro-dark."

"I have never been 'pro-dark' as you put it. I was going to run away next summer when I was expected to take the Dark Mark." Draco said glaring at her.

"Be that as it may, your father especially never showed us any different. Why now?" Hermione asked. Draco stopped glaring for a moment and looked at Granger properly. He could see no traces of deception in her face, and he was very good and reading people, that and Gryffindors were rubbish at hiding their emotions, she honestly seemed to want to know. For some reason, whether it be her good intentions, or sleep deprivation, he didn't know, but he told her.

"My Father was a spy, according to Dumbledore, one of his 'deepest' spies. I didn't know until last night when I arrived here after being shoved through the fire. I woke up last night to my Father shaking me. He ran me to the parlour; I could hear noises from behind the door which he barred when we were inside. He gave me a piece of paper with this address on it. Told me he couldn't come with me. I was scared and I did what I was told, just before I was flooed away I managed to see the Death Eaters break into he parlour and hit my Father with stupefy. Then I landed here." Draco said.

"I'm sorry." Granger said quietly and Draco just shrugged. He kept his eyes trained on the blanket.

"My Father is alive." He said firmly. "He would not stoop to being killed by lowly servants to the Dark Lord."

Hermione said nothing but bit her lip. She knew the chances of Lucius Malfoy living were slim.

"Does this place really belong to Sirius Black?" Draco asked and Hermione nodded. "Isn't he guilty for aiding to the murder of Potter's parents?"

"No." Hermione said. "He was framed, but the Ministry wouldn't believe that so he's forced to hide here."

"Oh. So, what's going on between Professor Lupin and Black?" He asked smirking as Hermione smiled widely at him.

"From what I can tell they used to go out during their school days and now they're flitting around their feelings for each other." She said and Draco nodded. He knew of a couple like that.

"Sounds like my Father and Uncle Sev." He mumbled to himself, inwardly smirking as he saw Granger's mouth fall open.

"Uncle Sev, as in, Severus Snape?" She gasped and Draco nodded.

"They've been in a constant state of flirting with each other for years now." He said. She gaped at him before regaining her composure. "They were together in the sixth year. In my Father's seventh year he was engaged to my Mother by their parents. It hurt Uncle Sev badly."

"No wonder he's so bitter." Hermione said thoughtfully before she looked towards Draco's pyjamas. "Would you like to go to the bathroom? There are only two that are in working order around here. You can get changed and then I'll take you back here."

"That would be good thank you." Draco said standing and picking up his bag from the floor. Hermione smiled and led him from the room. He followed her to a bathroom before shutting and locking the door. Once inside he gratefully pulled his still sooty pyjamas from his skin and climbed into the shower. Sighing in relief he turned on the hot water and rid himself from dirt.

Once he was dressed he searched through his bag and found his wand there. He cast a drying charm before pulling on clean robes. He glanced at the mirror and flicked his wand, his hair instantly detangled and he frowned as he realised he had no gel to keep it back. He would just have to suffer with it in his face.

He left the bathroom to find Hermione leaning against the opposite wall waiting for him.

"That's the Malfoy I know." She joked and Draco just smirked. She led him back to his room before saying good bye and walking off to find the Golden trio. Draco just sat back on the bed and closed his eyes as he rested his head against the headboard.

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