A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. I know I'm really off schedule. But I can't believe it but Christmas and New Year are already over. I had so much to do and absolutely no time for anything. The weeks just flew by and I asked myself how did it happen that I didn't write a chapter? I had this chapter almost done in the middle of December, but I absolutely didn't have time to finish it. The next few weeks are going to be busy too, so I don't know if I'll have time to write and be able to post the next chapter. I normally don't like authors who let their readers wait forever till they post the next chapter, and now I'm one of them…I'm really sorry. I still hope you enjoy! If you have time, please review.

I'm sorry for any misspelled words. English is not my mother language so there might be mistakes.

Warnings: please ignore HBP and DH, in later chapters this will probably be slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters and all the places belong to J. K. Rowling expect (of course) a cute little girl named Selena.

To Trust your enemy

Chapter 11

"Selena!" they yelled in unison. Draco had a look of utter horror on his face. Without another thought, he took off and ran upstairs, taking two steps at a time. It took Harry a second to register that Draco just ran up there not knowing what or who was waiting there. How Gryffindor can one get. Coursing Draco in his mind, Harry took off after the Slytherin. Before he reached the top landing he drew his wand in a swift motion. But he was already too late.

He saw Draco reaching for Selena while a dark figure in black Death Eater robes held her and at the same time took something out of his pocket. With a shout the Death Eater activated the portkey and Draco who had grabbed Selena's arm in that moment was whisked away with them. The last thing Harry saw of the two Malfoys, were Draco's eyes. He had turned towards the Gryffindor just as he had held onto his cousin's arm. There was shock there, anger, fear and an emotion Harry couldn't place at first, but then he realized that emotion had been love.

What was that supposed to mean? Harry shook himself. He didn't have time to ponder that right now. He had to take action. There were two Malfoy's who needed to be rescued. Who would have thought, that Harry Potter, Golden Boy of Gryffindor would one day be in a situation like that, where he had to rescue a Malfoy. And to top it of there was only one person Harry could have asked for help, the one person who had helped him and trained him the last year without anybody else knowing anything about it: Severus Snape.

He wouldn't be happy with Harry when he contacted him, they had an agreement not to contact each other because it would be too dangerous and it was a possibility that Voldemort would find out about it. But Harry knew he would still help, especially because Draco was his godson. Draco had, to his horror, let it slip one day. Nobody else, except of course his parents, who had made Snape godfather knew about the connection between them. Draco had been in the strong believe that his godfather was one of the most liked Death Eater's in Voldemort's inner circle, like his father. And Harry wasn't about to tell him, it was just too dangerous, about Snape being a spy for the light side.

The relationship between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin head of house was not what you would call normal. The professor trained him hard and merciless. They talked about strategies for the upcoming war and they discussed different methods to kill a Death Eater but most importantly the Dark Lord. But the thing that would most likely have everybody go nutters, was the fact that Harry also talked to Severus, he was only allowed to call Snape that when they were alone, about his nightmares and visions. On numerous occasions he had even cried in Severus arms after he had witnesses a torturing session with Muggles the Dark Lord had had. In the privacy of Snape's chambers, they were not only teacher and student but more like parent and child. Harry didn't really know how that had happened, but he was glad it did. They had come a long way until they had this kind of understanding.

Everything had started out with Harry trying to train alone in the room of requirement because he realized he had to be better in defense and offence than he was at that moment, to be able to defeat Voldemort. Snape had found him on one of his nightly patrols. At first he had sneered and insulted Harry and also taken points, until Harry had had enough and exploded right into his face screaming at Snape for being such an arse when the only thing he tried to do was getting better to conquer the Dark Lord. He told Snape exactly what he thought about the orders from Dumbledore for him not to know anything, but still be expected to defeat the evil bastard because he was the only one who could, the only hope the wizarding world had. Snape had been stunned at the boy's outburst and his normally cold mask had crumbled. After he had regained control he calmly sat down in a chair the room provided for him. They had talked long that night. It hadn't been friendly but it wasn't hostile either. That night, they came to an understanding. That truce formed into an odd friendship until they truly trusted each other and became like father and son.

Of course they had an unspoken rule outside of the dungeon chamber: Snape had to insult and belittle Harry at every opportunity he got and Harry had to hate the professor openly. Not even the all knowing headmaster knew about that arrangement.

He wouldn't have allowed any of the training sessions, because he still wanted Harry to be the child he never had the chance to be and so kept everything important from him. Luckily Harry had Snape to tell him all the things Harry was officially to young to know. Of course they had to be really careful about these meetings, because Snape's spy status would have been in jeopardy if word had gotten out and they would have gotten into serious trouble with Dumbledore.

With these thoughts running through his mind, he ran downstairs into the living room. The fireplace there was the only one connected to the floo network, precisely only the fireplace in Snape's own living room. Hopefully he was there or Harry would be in serious trouble. Slamming onto his knees he threw a hand full of floo powder into the flames which instantly turned color. Shouting the destination Harry stuck his head into the flames. Once his head was in the flames he had a clear view into Snape's house.

The man was sitting in an armchair, but immediately got up when he saw the flames changing and Harry's head appearing. With a few long strides he was standing right in front of the fireplace. He questioningly looked at Harry. Taking a deep breath Harry said in a rush "I need your help. They got Draco and Selena."

Snape looked at him incredulously. "Did I miss something?" he drawled sarcastically. "I don't think I've heard you right. Did you just say Draco, as in Draco Malfoy?"

Harry stared back at him and answered impatiently "Yes, I said Draco. And yes I mean your godson…" at Snape's unbelieving and also a little bit shocked look he added "Don't look so surprised, yes I know it, but we don't have time for this now. I need your help, the sooner the better."

Snape nodded "Explain!" It wasn't a question.

Harry nodded in return and gave him a brief version about Draco and Selena living with him and now being kidnapped. It didn't take more than five minutes for the short story and only another few seconds until Snape ordered Harry to move out of the fireplace so that he could floo over to Harry's house. They had to have a plan if they wanted to rescue the two Malfoy's.