Chapter 10

I Have A Plan

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. I Majasty do not own the characters of this fanfiction except perhaps a few OC's that may make an appearance. Otherwise, all characters belong to JK Rowling. Additionally, this fanfiction gets inspiration from a combination of different movies, books, and real life events. A full reference list will be uploaded at the end of the story. Mischief managed.

This story disregards the Deathly Hallows except for some key dates and times. It also disregards the epilogue. This story is set primarily in the year of 2040 and has some parts of 1997-1998. Hope you enjoy.

Recap

"It was him wasn't it?" William asked Draco in bewilderment. He didn't need an answer from his grandfather, because Draco's fallen face was enough of an answer to his question.

"Blaise Zabini…he was the traitor to the Order of the Phoenix."

On a road somewhere between Cornwall and London, England. November 10th, 2040.

"You know William, sometimes books and tabloids don't really get the full story." Draco said sadly as he remembered the day he picked up a history book and read that one of his best friends had been labelled a traitor. Yes, Blaise had made some mistakes, but he also did a lot of good. Sadly, he was going to forever be branded a traitor, all because the man fell in love.

"I remember Blaise Zabini like…well like he never left," Draco started slowly, unsure how to explain Blaise's role in the war, and more importantly his role in finding Jean. "He became…one of my friends and despite what you might have read, he sacrificed his life for the Order. It all started when Harry Potter got transported from his muggle home…on the 27th of July…"

Shell Cottage. July 27th, 1997.

"They knew. They fucking knew!" Harry Potter exclaimed as he walked into Shell Cottage followed closely by Hagrid.

"They knew? What do you mean they knew?" Ted Tonks asked as he stood up from his seat around the circular dining table where he was seated with Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass.

"Death Eaters, loads of them – we were chased –" Harry continued, his eyes scanning around the room. Panting and out of breath from his most recent endeavour.

"Death Eaters? What d'you mean, Death Eaters? I thought they didn't know you were being moved tonight. I thought –"

"They knew." Harry interrupted the older man before his eyesight zeroed in on its target.

"You!" Harry exclaimed in a flurry, running towards Severus Snape and grabbing him around the throat with his bear hands. "What the hell are you doing here? It was you wasn't it. You tipped off the death eaters!"

"Harry!" The voice came from Molly Weasley who had hurried to the room when she heard the commotion. She was greeted to the sight of the boy who she had treated as a son as he attempted to maim his old potions master the muggle way. "Harry please, let Severus go. We can explain!" Molly begged the teenage boy, afraid that he was too high on adrenaline to let the man go.

Harry glanced at Molly, and only then noticed the Slytherin occupants that were also present in the small cottage. He dropped the greasy-haired man who slumped to the ground, attempting to catch his breath.

"What the hell is going on here?" Harry asked calmly, but terrifyingly as his eyes focused on the table that sat Slytherins. "Are we adopting snakes as pets Molly?"

Molly opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the arrival of Hermione Granger, Kingsley Shacklebot, Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley who had all landed on their thestrals.

"Sit down Mr. Potter. I believe we have a lot to explain." Kingsley offered as he took off his gloves and made to sit on an empty chair.

On a road somewhere between Cornwall and London, England. November 10th, 2040.

"I remember reading that!" William exclaimed as he listened intently. "The Battle of The Seven Potters…wait. I remember earlier in your story when you and Snape were in the manor for a Death Eater meeting…Snape told Voldemort that Harry Potter was going to be transported on the 27th. So, he was giving Death Eaters information?" William asked now confused about which side his grandfather really was on during the war.

"Sometimes William when you are facing moments of peril, you are required to make decisions and sacrifices that are not ideal, but are worth it in the long run. Now did you want to hear my story before your father returns, or are you going to continue ignoring me?"

Shell Cottage – Dining Room. July 27th, 1997 – early afternoon.

"I don't like this," Harry stated simply after Kingsley had explained the presence of Slytherins amongst their midst. "How do we know they can all be trusted? I don't care if killing Dumbledore was Dumbledore's plan. That man was still capable of murdering him, and him –" Harry paused turning his attention to Malfoy, "was he not the one who worked to get the death eaters into Hogwarts in the first place? Don't tell me that was all Dumbledore's plan too. We all knew that Malfoy was capable of making that decision all on his own." Harry's voice was venomous, and Draco flinched at the tone. He deserved that, but he wasn't going to admit that to the boy who had been his rival for six years.

"How are we sure they aren't the ones that tipped off the Death Eaters about me being transported to –"

"I was the one who tipped off the Death Eaters about you being transported today." Snape drawled cutting off the younger boy, seemingly unphased when the boy made to lunge him again to strangle him.

Severus held up his hand in an act of defence, "I do what I have to do in order to maintain my pretence. Voldemort wanted information, so I gave him some. It ensures that we keep his trust."

"A heads up would have been nice though yeah?" Ron retorted with a roll of his eyes, infuriated with the man's tone who didn't seem to care that he had just been chased and almost killed by the Lestranges.

"And then it would have been obvious that you all had a heads up and that would have been counterproductive on our part. Besides, I was confident that you would all make it out alive of that situation. I trusted that you are all good and talented wizards." Snape explain once more, again unphased by the rest of the room who appeared to be shooting daggers at him through his eyes.

"Well…" George started in an attempt to break the tension in the room. "I guess with Snape tipping off the Death Eaters…at least mum can tell us apart now."

Shell Cottage – Dining room. July 27th, 1997 – Dinnertime.

"You know, Voldemort's side appears to be getting stronger and stronger, whilst we are in no way close to even making any progress." Harry sighed at dinner, frustrated by how slow things were moving along. He had been given a rundown of all the events that had happened whilst he was gone, and he was sad to admit that there wasn't any development at all. "I heard that Ollivander is missing. Do we have any information on where he could be?"

"I assume he is being held captive by Voldemort." Hermione replied, not too thrilled about having her dinner. "And it's not just her…Xenophilius Lovegood attempted to turn us in when we went to speak to him, apparently he's also got Luna."

"Luna?" Harry clarified, a lump forming in his throat at the name. "Oh Godric, not Luna."

"I know Harry, but with their public support for you through the Quibbler the Lovegood family has received a lot of backlash and now…well now they've captured one of them." Hermione explained, also sad at the news.

"Lord Voldemort captures his captives not only for torture, but as an example," Severus explained. "He does not just capture anyone, there is always a reason or a motive to that person's capture. Usually, that reason is to be an example. You are either with him or…dead. There is no in between. In fact, my sources state that Voldemort had displayed another act of public killing no less that two days ago in Russia. The man may be prejudiced, but he is powerful and smart. He makes his point clear. You are either with him or dead, and through that message her will multiply his numbers. I will not be surprised if your friend suffers the same fate due to her public support for you."

"Public killings" Minerva gasped in horror. "And one as soon as two days ago? Severus who?" Minerva asked, afraid that the person that they've killed was someone close to them.

Severus took a deep breath before his eyes focused on one person in the room, "Vittoria Zabin…beheaded."

Shell Cottage – Draco and Blaise's Room. July 28th, 1997

"Mate…are you awake?" Draco whispered out to the other occupant in the room he was currently staying in, apparently it used to belong to someone named Regulus – whoever that was. Draco was met with silence before slight movement and then a deep-throated sob. "I—I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," Draco whispered to the Italian boy who continued to lay in the opposite bed. "I heard that Voldemort is attempting to recruit death eaters from Russia and Italy, your mother was found and captured in Italy and they brought her to Russia. They chose her to show what they could do if anyone attempted to –"

"I understand why she was killed Draco," Blaise whispered in reply, his voice quivering at the thought of his mother, obviously trying to hide the fact that he had indeed been crying.

"I should have been with her, I should have looked for her and brought her here for protection…I… I can't even give her a proper wake." With the thought of his beautiful mother not being able to receive the wake she deserved Blaise's voice finally cracked and the tears finally spilled over. It was the first time that Blaise Zabini had cried in over seven years. "She was all the family I had left."

"I know Blaise, I know. I recognise that we aren't exactly friends, but if you need someone to talk to…I'll always be here, and you know. I am willing to be your friend if you need one." Draco offered hoping to provide some sense of comfort.

"We have to save her Draco," Blaise whispered back, "We have to fight him, and I think now I'm ready. I don't want to be the Blaise Zabini that hid in the sidelines anymore getting protection without giving anything in return. I want to be strong, I want to be brave, and most of all…I want that bastard killed."

"I understand where you are coming from…but I don't think it will be that easy."

"Draco. That girl is the only family that batty old man has. The same way that my mother was the only family I had. I don't want him to go through the same thing that I am going through right now, we need to save her." Blaise replied, determined to make his mother the last blood spilled as an example.

Draco closed his eyes before muttering the words that he had been thinking of for over two weeks.

"I think I have a plan."

Shell Cottage – Harry and Ron's Room. July 28th, 1997

"Potter."

"Weasley."

"Wake up."

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley each cracked an eye open, displeased at being woken up in the early hours of the morning.

"Oh what the hell do you two want?" Ron muttered in annoyance as he sat up in his bunk, grabbing a pillow to clutch to his bare chest.

"I want to talk to you two about an idea that I have been thinking of for over two weeks." Draco explained as he sat on the edge of Harry Potter's bed, not waiting for an invitation.

"Oh yeah sure, just go on ahead and take a seat why don't you?" Harry muttered sarcastically, ignoring the way that Draco rolled his eyes.

"Potter you said at dinner last night that there has been no progress or development. We all know that Voldemort currently has Ollivander and Luna Lovegood captive and we all know what he is capable of doing to his captives…" Draco started before drawling off to look at Blaise.

"Umm yeah, sorry Zabini," Harry stated awkwardly extending his sympathies to the other boy despite not really knowing his mother. He was an orphan and knew what it felt like, but what was worse was that Blaise knew his mother and had her ripped from him.

"It is clear to us now that to Voldemort, a spare is a spare and we don't want to be those spares to him. So, believe us or not, we want you to take him down. And I have the perfect plan for that. In fact, I have been thinking up this plan, drawing and writing my ideas for the past two weeks, and I think it will work. Not only will we get his captives out, we are also given the opportunity to attack their side and –"

"Malfoy. Do you plan to tell us what this plan is of yours any time soon?" Harry asked impatiently, rolling his eyes at the boy that was seated on the edge of his bed.

"Oh right…well it's simple really,"

"Then tell us already!" Ron exclaimed also becoming inpatient from the two boys, his hatred seemingly rising more the longer they spent in their room. He was not

"We attack Malfoy manor."

Author's Note: I know the lack of any romance to this story is really getting boring. I'm hoping to get there soon though. Please remember to follow, favourite and review :)

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Trivia #1: Mrs. Zabini's name was never revealed in any of the Harry Potter books or films, Vittoria was chosen as a name as it sounded very Italian and is a form of the Victoria meaning Victory...which is ironic because she was obviously not victorious if I killed her off in this chapter.