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A/N: Hey, chappy three! I really hope you enjoyed the last chapter, I didn't really know if it was written right or what not. Mmk, on with the fic!

Hermione knocked three times and then waited five seconds and knocked once more. The door immediately opened.

"Hermione, where've ya been?" Ron asked her with a worried look as he hugged her. "Whoa!" He yelled when he saw Draco. Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. "What the hell is he doing here?" He asked her.

"Calm down, he's surrounded by people who are against Voldemort. Do you really think he'd try anything?" She asked him.

"No," Ron said in a rough tone. "Come in... and hurry! There's a draft... mum doesn't want anyone to get sick." Draco snickered quietly. The two looked at him sharply and he stopped. "Mum, Hermione's back," He glared at Draco. "And she's brought a friend." His mother came bustling into the kitchen with a large smile.

"Well, who is it?" She asked as she looked up to find Draco. Her eyes hardened and she looked shocked.

"Mum, Harry and I are gonna be..." Ginny had been saying then she also saw Draco.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Harry asked angrily. Draco smirked.

"Calm yourself Potter, don't get too angry now." He said in a condescending voice.

"Alright, that's it. I want a family meeting and Order meeting in the living room, NOW!" She boomed and they all sent out for the others.

"Molly, we were just cracking into a new case." Arthur said to his wife as he walked into the house. "Bout some Patricia woman…"

"Everyone, in here right this minute!" She fumed. Once everyone was gathered there, they all noticed that a Death Eater was in their presence and, almost simultaneously, all calmly took out their wands.

"What's this Death Eater doing here?" Tonks asked, Lupin grabbing her to hold her back from attacking him. Draco was so overly amused, but he knew he had to be careful with what he said. Everyone, literally everyone, was stuck in the small living room. He was beyond trapped if he decided he'd changed his mind.

"I'm not," He tightened his jaw and swallowed. "A Death Eater." They all looked at him like he was the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. Like they'd believe that.

"Oh really?" Harry asked, pulling his own wand out.

"Yes, Potter." He spat out his last name. Even if he was on the good side now, he didn't try to hide his hate for most of them. Blood traitors and mud bloods alike.

"Explain, now!" Molly told him when he'd looked as if she'd talked to him wrongly.

"Fine," He said and they all sat down, some on couch arms and others on the couch. Draco got a good look at who was there. Luna Lovegood had dropped out of school and joined the Order as did Ginny and Neville Longbottom. Dean Thomas was there and Seamus Finnegan (Hehe, it's been a while since I've read the book. Maybe I should read it again…) was too. He also saw many others who he didn't know. "I decided to change sides." He said simply and they all laughed.

"I bet," Ginny said.

"Really, it's true." He said, sighing.

"Dear..." Molly nearly choked on her own words. "We can't believe that you just 'decided' this."

"Fine, then don't believe it." He shrugged.

"Tell us the damn reason, right now Malfoy!" Harry yelled. He was the only one besides Draco that was still stranding.

"Potter, I don't have to tell you anything!" He screamed back. Harry groaned.

"We're not in school anymore, Draco. I swear, so help me God, I will kill you here and now unless you explain yourself." Harry had the chance he'd been waiting for.

"Shut up Potter; don't fill yourself with such hate. Ya know killing me would be very stupid." He folded his arms.

"You're joking." Harry said with a laugh, he wasn't being taken seriously.

"Nope," Draco smirked. "I have such valuable information for you all. Why not get that stuff out of me first? You fools." He muttered. No one, in their excitement, had thought of that.

"Draco, tell us why you've changed your mind." Hermione commanded gently. He looked into her eyes and frowned.

"Okay," He thought about Snape. "He was killed."

"Who was killed?" Lupin asked with a raised brow.

"Snape." Draco said in a defeated manner.

"The boy's not lying." Lupin commented. Memories of that night came rushing into Draco's head...

FLASHBACK

"Hurry Draco," Snape yelled with a snarl over the wind.

"I am!" He said back with aggravation. They were running from ten Order members and they didn't even have the advantage of brooms. Once they were finally safe, they went to the Dark Lord like they were told to do.

"Be quiet, don't say a word." He told Draco discreetly before he said the password that allowed them into the room.

"Ah, Snape. What have you discovered?" A hiss-like voice questioned.

"Nothing sir, we're terribly sorry." He said with an air of confidence. "The moment we were about to, the Order sprang on us and we had to run."

"Did you not bring brooms?" Voldemort asked.

"No, my Lord. We believed that we wouldn't need them for this specific endeavor." Snape answered.

"Well then, you were wrong. I want you to go back out there and get the information I need! Find them, why is that so difficult?" He screamed.

"You do it then!" Draco accidentally let out.

"Draco." Snape said sharply, the boy may have been very powerful and great but he was a fool sometimes. Draco cleared his throat as they both heard someone laugh.

"Draco, go look for the Weasleys, I need to know where their location is. Go now." He hissed to him.

"Yes, my Lord." Draco left the door open a crack so that he could see what was going on.

"Snape, you are one of my most loyal followers." Voldemort got up from his large seat and began to pace back and forth. "And you've been with me forever and a day." He continued with a careless laugh. "But sometimes things can spoil and rot after a long period of time." He quickly glided over to him.

"Sir, what are you saying?" Snape asked, his voice low.

"I'm saying, maybe it's time to take out the trash." Voldemort said with thought as he slowly backed away and began to pace once more. "I mean, surely there are others that could fill your spot. I'm getting more and more Death Eaters by the day!" He said, his voice echoing and arms open wide. "Besides," He stopped pacing. "I don't think you truly wanted to come back to me. It's not like the whole time I was away you didn't think of me, I know that... But still, I know that a part of you cared for Dumbledore. He was so forgiving and trusting..." He mused. "Too forgiving. His forgiveness made him lose his life."

"I killed him for you, master." Snape said calmly but firmly, getting his point across.

"No you didn't! You wanted to see him beg and to be weak! He was so weak when you killed him... it's a shame to tell the truth. If he was at his full power then you would surely be dead by now and I wouldn't have to do it." He shrugged. "Oh well." He took out his wand.

"Sir, there's no need for this. I serve you and only you! I didn't care for the old man. Trust me, I would never think of defying you." Snape said, his voice growing with slight anger.

"I do trust you, Snape. I just don't need you anymore." He pointed his wand at the greasy haired Snape and thought for a moment. "Draco could easily take your place. Don't worry, you'll be sorely missed and I'll remember you from time to time. But, I've always wanted us to have a little duel, see who was stronger." He cackled. "I obviously am, now. But wouldn't it be hilarious if you defeated me."

"What is this sudden outburst, sir? I see no reason to kill me." Snape stated.

"Exactly you fool! Must I need a reason to kill something or someone?" He yelled at him. "Get out of my sight, the next time you screw up and put Draco's life in jeopardy, you're mine." Snape left with a quick turn of his cape, his wand in his hand for protection.

"Draco, what are you still doing here?" Snape asked.

"W-well I was..." He began but he didn't know what to say.

"Never mind. I swore to your mother I'd protect you, so now I am. Get out of here." He demanded. "Draco Malfoy if you do not leave now, I'll kill you myself." He threatened but Draco knew the man cared for him. Then Voldemort came out from hiding.

"Why?" He asked Snape.

"Why what?" He asked him with a calm and steady voice.

"Why doom yourself for sure death? Obviously I won't take you trying to tell such a promising boy to leave my side." And with that he said, "Crucio!" Snape coiled over in pain but almost immediately stood up straight once again. He wanted to die with dignity, not hunched over in pain.

"Draco, remember what I taught you and what I just said to you, get out of here." He said to him and Voldemort was saying so many spells in a row all you could here was a hiss. Cuts and blood appeared on Snape's arms, face, and then his legs. His black outfit ripped as if knives were cutting at him.

"No! Let him be!" Draco yelled in hysterics. "Snape!" It almost looked like he would explode with blood and guts flying everywhere. But he didn't. Voldemort had suddenly become quiet. Then he whispered more hexes and Snape couldn't contain his screaming any longer. Draco had never seen Snape fall apart like that and it unnerved him. "No," He whispered as he fell to his knees in shock. Then Snape died and Voldemort told Draco to go find the Weasleys if he knew what was good for him.

"Snape was never your master, Draco. I was and am, now go before the same fate falls upon you." Draco began to leave, tears burning his eyes. "Suck it up, boy."

He stopped leaving and tightened his shoulders. "I am not a boy." Draco said fiercely as Voldemort laughed evilly. Then he left without another word.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Poor Snape." Hermione whispered, slightly caring. "I mean, he may have been an awful person and killed Dumbledore, but no one deserves that."

"My only question is what makes you think Voldemort won't find you?" Arthur asked him. Draco shrugged.

"I would do you people good. I'll help you in defeating Voldemort." Draco told them.

"You won't become a part of the Order, that's a given." Molly said with, blowing her nose. She'd cried hearing the story despite who had died.

"Now Molly, we don't even know if the boy can stay with us."

"I'm not a boy." Draco said with anger.

"Calm down, when you earn our trust then maybe we can work something out." Arthur told him. "If you're anything like your father, I don't know how we'll get along." He smiled and Draco stared into his eyes as he stared back.

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine, sir." Draco said. "Besides, my father's a coward and I'm not. Hey, I mustered up the courage to come here. It's funny..."

"What's funny about this, Malfoy?" Harry asked and Draco quietly laughed.

"If any one of you had come to Voldemort and confessed your hate for the Order, well then you'd all be dead. But the fact I'm here and alive is amazing to me. You didn't kill me." He said calmly.

"We just need to see that you're being truthful, Draco." Hermione said to him with a small smile.

"Yeah," He said. "Okay."

A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes please; I'm sure I made many. It's just I'm sick and aching so I don't want to go back and read it, sowwy. Please review!