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Ok, I am really sorry that I haven't updated in so long, but what with one thing and another, I have had zero time to get this typed and uploaded onto ff.net. Thanks to everybody who reviewed!
Draco had spent a long time pondering how to tell Dumbledore that, in essence, he had a Death Eater sitting in his dungeon and could the Order come and get him? He decided in the end that he would simply have to use the approach he had always found most useful, that of the mature young adult simply asking a favor. It was best if they did not look on him as an incompetent youth who would be easy to push aside; he was, after all, acting as the Lord of Malfoy Manor for the time being. If anyone perceived the Malfoy heir as weak, all hell would likely break loose.
The first problem was finding out where to find the Headmaster during the holidays. Draco was surprised to find that Dumbledore very seldom left Hogwarts, even during the summer. That at least made it easy. "Headmaster's office, Hogwarts," Draco cried, throwing a handful of Floo Powder into the fire.
He found himself in one of the most interesting places he had yet seen outside of Knockturn Alley. There were all sorts of instruments and books that Draco had thought long gone from the face of the Earth, along with an actual phoenix sitting on a perch just beside the Headmaster's chair.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy. What brings you here?" Dumbledore's voice issued from the top of the stairs. He peered over his half-moon glasses at Draco as if to interrogate the boy simply by looking at him. Draco suppressed a sneer. This man claimed to be better than Voldemort and yet he used the same tactics when speaking to people.
"Something of a problem actually, sir." He looked around for a second. "Is this room secured?" Dumbledore nodded. "I need to speak to you in your capacity as the Head of the Order of the Phoenix. I have a Death Eater in my dungeon at the moment. I would like your council on what to do with him."
"You are not handing him over to the Ministry?"
"Quite frankly sir, after last year, I have no reason to trust the Ministry. I might remind you that through their lack of security measures my father-"He stopped just short of telling an outright lie, letting his mind go blank as if with strong emotion. He did not want to lie to Dumbledore, but it was not time for him to know the truth yet either. "Well, I don't need to remind you. And as I do not agree with my father's allegiances, I have one alternative."
Dumbledore wore a thoughtful look. He had not expected this twist; if Draco Malfoy was now siding with the Order, it put a whole new spin on things. If his father had been dangerous, Draco could be useful.
"In that case I may be able to aid you. You will have to allow two Order members inside the Manor, you realize."
"As long as they do not search anywhere but the dungeons that's fine," Draco replied. "When can I expect them?"
"As soon as I can find a couple of volunteers. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
"My pleasure. Good day sir." With that he stepped back through the flames.
Ok, I am really sorry that I haven't updated in so long, but what with one thing and another, I have had zero time to get this typed and uploaded onto ff.net. Thanks to everybody who reviewed!
Draco had spent a long time pondering how to tell Dumbledore that, in essence, he had a Death Eater sitting in his dungeon and could the Order come and get him? He decided in the end that he would simply have to use the approach he had always found most useful, that of the mature young adult simply asking a favor. It was best if they did not look on him as an incompetent youth who would be easy to push aside; he was, after all, acting as the Lord of Malfoy Manor for the time being. If anyone perceived the Malfoy heir as weak, all hell would likely break loose.
The first problem was finding out where to find the Headmaster during the holidays. Draco was surprised to find that Dumbledore very seldom left Hogwarts, even during the summer. That at least made it easy. "Headmaster's office, Hogwarts," Draco cried, throwing a handful of Floo Powder into the fire.
He found himself in one of the most interesting places he had yet seen outside of Knockturn Alley. There were all sorts of instruments and books that Draco had thought long gone from the face of the Earth, along with an actual phoenix sitting on a perch just beside the Headmaster's chair.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy. What brings you here?" Dumbledore's voice issued from the top of the stairs. He peered over his half-moon glasses at Draco as if to interrogate the boy simply by looking at him. Draco suppressed a sneer. This man claimed to be better than Voldemort and yet he used the same tactics when speaking to people.
"Something of a problem actually, sir." He looked around for a second. "Is this room secured?" Dumbledore nodded. "I need to speak to you in your capacity as the Head of the Order of the Phoenix. I have a Death Eater in my dungeon at the moment. I would like your council on what to do with him."
"You are not handing him over to the Ministry?"
"Quite frankly sir, after last year, I have no reason to trust the Ministry. I might remind you that through their lack of security measures my father-"He stopped just short of telling an outright lie, letting his mind go blank as if with strong emotion. He did not want to lie to Dumbledore, but it was not time for him to know the truth yet either. "Well, I don't need to remind you. And as I do not agree with my father's allegiances, I have one alternative."
Dumbledore wore a thoughtful look. He had not expected this twist; if Draco Malfoy was now siding with the Order, it put a whole new spin on things. If his father had been dangerous, Draco could be useful.
"In that case I may be able to aid you. You will have to allow two Order members inside the Manor, you realize."
"As long as they do not search anywhere but the dungeons that's fine," Draco replied. "When can I expect them?"
"As soon as I can find a couple of volunteers. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
"My pleasure. Good day sir." With that he stepped back through the flames.