I know that this is a short chapter, but i forgot to add this to the end of the last chapter, so here it is :)

05 July 2012

6:22

I can finally write again. He used the cigarette to scar my skin and then rubbed some sort of alcohol over it so it hurt to even move my head. After a few hours I have started to gain the mobility of my arms and shoulders again so I have decided to continue my story.

I could have milked it for a little longer I guess, but I decided that would be a bad idea because the faster I write the more useful I am and the longer they will keep me around.

Get that Captain? I'm not writing to please you. I am writing for my life. Just a few more weeks, that's all I want.

Draco smiled properly at me for the first time two days later. I think that he was embarrassed at breaking down.

"Good morning." I smiled, I still hadn't really gotten used to having him around and I still couldn't force myself to speak his first name, but I was doing better than Harry or Ron. I was able to speak to him without drawing my wand and I was able to look at him without gripping something so hard it broke. Harry and Ron – well it was still a work in progress.

"Morning." He did the two finger salute/ wave that only sexy boys seem to be able to pull off – you can't Captain, so stop trying! He's reading over my shoulder again! – and then lifted his coffee to his lips.

I'm not going to fluff out the story and tell you that I instantly forgot our past and started imagining that I was the cup he was smearing his saliva over, because I didn't. I like to think I have a little more control and a little more respect for myself than that. I probably don't, but it's nice to think that I do.

Anyway, it took a while before I really started to trust him. A good long while of patience and hours of talking that probably had him wanting to run faster back to his mummy and daddy than he ever thought possible.

The morning I smiled at him for the first time was the morning that we started planning the trip to Hogwarts. Our first priority was the school and the students inside.

If you could capture the school then there would be no choice but to surrender to save the lives of all the innocent muggleborns that we had promised to protect.

We had planned all the spells to protect the school.

I've enclosed a list and all the reversal spells and counteracting spells as well. It's hard to give you all this information. So hard. But I only volunteer it because I have seen firsthand what you do to the people who don't surrender information.

The interrogation room is made of bars with spaces so that everyone here with me knows that I am a traitor. Knows that I have sold my soul to get a few more weeks, I have to tell you all the secrets that I can.

They made an example of the first person who tried to stop me from speaking, crocio-ed him until his screams were branded into our hearts like the Dark Mark is branded into their skin.

The raid on Hogwarts was planned for two weeks time. I don't know if they'll have changed it by now, without me. But I assume not.

So that morning Draco was excluded from the planning. We were still not sure how much faith we could put on his pathetically weak shoulders, which in hind sight was a good thing. Well, until I came along to tell you anyway.

I touched his hand as I made to leave the room; he placed his other on top and grasped mine. For some reason it seemed like a plea to me. Like he wanted me to stay with him. But I didn't. I had more important things to do.

How do you like that Draco? Knowing that, even to the girl who gave you her virginity you were not even that important? Just a blip on the radar in a long life of unfortunate events.

The door shut to the kitchen and I left his pleading, stormy eyes behind and walked away. Towards the drawing room. Towards the people I could trust with my life.

Captain, how do you like looking at me like this? Knowing that there are so many people – me included – that given half a chance would rip you to pieces. How do you like the idea of ending up in Azkaban? Hopefully a lot, because I don't think you have much of a choice.

I think everyone in that drawing room would give their life to take yours. My my, what a big list of enemies you have Captain. How does one happen to go about making such an impressive list of bad qualities, misdeeds and people who hate them?

I guess I should identify everyone who was there, right?

Well of course there was Harry. Black hair, green eyes, lopsided grin...scar. You know, the boy who you were bred to hate? The boy your master is afraid of. Yeah that guy, my best friend.

Harry Potter was there, arm around Ginevera Weasley. Ginger, tall, beautiful, easily angered, famous for her bat boogy hex. Wouldn't get on the wrong side of her.

Next to her sat Professor Remus Lupin. Long time member, as you know, Werewolf. Also dangerous, also wouldn't get on his bad side.

His wife Tonks. The Metamorphmagus who you are somehow related to. Usually purple hair, brown eyes. Clumsy.

And Dumbledor obviously. Long white beard, bushy eyebrows, kind eyes...how can you not know Dumbledor. Oh, you are pulling my leg Captain. How about I stab your leg with my pen? I didn't think so. Oh, I think he has ditched the ciggys in favour of what look to be poisoned needles. Somehow I doubt that he is going to make me a new skirt.

I avoid the needles by starting to write again quickly. Where was I?

Oh yes, the order meeting.

Not much was discussed; we had most things planned already. The main topic was still our unwanted/ uninvited by most of us, guest. The teenage arsehole/ heart throb depending on who you asked. I'm pretty sure the overall verdict now is traitorous backstabber, but I can't be sure.

So, here it is, please take the time to review :)