Authors' Note: Thanks to all reviewers once again and here is chap 7! The lyrics are from FIX You by coldplay as most of you will already know..( I am fan what can I say ? And it fit my plot perfectly ..Lol)Hope you guys enjoy this chap please review!

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Chapter 7

"When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you"

Draco Malfoy hummed the words under his breath.

Yes, most would be surprised to hear him hum to a muggle tune, let alone know the lyrics to any song. But this was a secret Malfoy shared with no one. In his third year he had harassed a muggle born on the train. The usual insults of mudblood and low life scum had been exchanged and Malfoy had snatched away the device that the younger student was listening to. " Muggle Junk?" he had asked, before roughly grabbing it out of the small hands. Although he didn't show it ,some muggle devices always held his curiousity and he wanted to find out what this boy had been listening to.

This had what lead him to his dilemma. He tried his best to hold on to what his father had taught him about muggles, about all other creatures who were short of being pure blood. They were supposed to be looked down at, despised at. But his heart told him other wise. He had to give them credit for inventions like this. Inventions that held songs that had now become his solace.

He had memorized these lines by heart. It was as though someone had written these

for him, though he knew that would never be.

Draco Malfoy had never been in love. Not the romantic kind anyway. He was brought up not to believe in love. Yet if Draco did love one person in this world it would be his Mother, Narcissa. She had always been his silent support through everything. She was his mother, but she was also the only friend Draco ever found. When his father was out, she would listen to him. His thoughts about life, what he liked, what he did not. She did not ask him to beat anyone in Quidditch, nor did she ask him to get the highest grades in class. She talked to him, just him. Narcissa Malfoy was a very remarkable woman, overshadowed by his father's stature, but her inner strength was much greater in Draco's eyes .

Last year, had been tough. He was not allowed to inform his mother of his actions. His father was behind bars yet his life depended on Voldermort. He had been weak. He remembered crying with Moarning Myrtle. Gosh, that had been pathetic, six years at Hogwarts and yet he had to share his grief, his anxiety with a ghost, with no real friends.

He thought about Dumbledore, the way he had looked at him before Snape... No he would rather not think of that. Malfoy knew Potter and his buddies thought that he had enjoyed killing or trying to kill the headmaster. Yes, there had been several occasion where he wished the old coot was dead, but he never really thought he was capable of killing anyone let alone Dumbledore, who was one of

the greatest wizard alive. Besides his nasty faults of favouring Potter, Draco had admired him for the stance he took against the dark side. His aura that earned him respect even from Volde mort himself. He never really thought of it until the task was handed to him; but the only one he could have turned to if he wanted to go on the other side would have been that old man. He believed everyone, trusted everyone, gave everyone a second chance. Just as he had done with Snape. Draco looked disgusted at himself as he knew Snape had simply followed an oath made to his mother. So it was ultimately his fault that Dumbledore was dead. He shut his eyes tightly, he was also the murderer of his own mother, his best friend, Narcissa Malfoy.

Voldemort wasn't stupid. He was pleased with Snape for what he had achieved but he could not let Narcissa go for disobeying him and going behind his back about this. Black had been the one who had boastfully told him about her sister's actions thinking he would reward her. She had always been a bit slow, she didn't realize her words would cause her sister's life.

The dark lord had killed his mother in front of him. One simple curse, and like Dumbledore his mother lay dead in front of his eyes. He stood there like a coward, unable to believe what had happened. Too much had happened on the same day. He had seen Snape give him a warning look discreetly when Voldemort was lecturing his other deatheaters about obedience not only from them but from their family as well.

So now Draco Malfoy was at the Malfoy manner awaiting his father's return. He would not be a coward. He knew he did not have a choice about death. His mother's death had been proof of that. He had about equal chances of dying from Voldemort's wand as he had from Potter's. But he would have rather died from the end of the latter, a true champions than the dark lord. Yes, he had no choice about his death as he knew he did not have much time if the war took place. But he would determine how he lived no matter, how short his life turned out to be.

He looked at the picture of the Daily Prophet. The empty rail tracks. The stupid ministry didn't know what they were up against, and yet they were trying to fight against Potter. He had to help him. Potter could not let him down, he had to survive, he had to. Malfoy needed him to avenge his mother's death.

Yes I know I didn't finish the cliffy's yet but this filler chap had to be added to get there ( the next chap all old cliffies will hopefully be solved hehe please review)