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A/N: This story discards everything that happened in Book 6 and 7.

Title: Alexander Draco Malfoy
Author: Aoi Megami
Beta Reader: ladyelainemalfoy
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: In Memory of Narcissa Malfoy

He trudged outside, looking behind him once in a while to make sure he wasn't being followed, and went deeper into the forest to acquire the privacy he needed. When he was absolutely sure he was alone, he took his wand out and casted the Patronus.

A silvery hue emerged from the tip of his wand, balling up to take form of a familiar medium sized animal, with slanted eyes, a long narrow snout bordered by long whiskers and a bushy tail that reminded him too much of his wife's hair during her younger years. His mercurial eyes stared back at those cunning eyes that twinkled in mischief.

He passed on his message and watched as the creature gracefully trotted through the forest. He watched until his Patronus disappeared, hoping that his message could get to them on time.

He looked back at the Manor he had once visited when he was a child; it was the perfect time to scour the place. His hunt will be a bit easier since he knew every crook and nook because he had explored it as a child with Blaise and Pansy. The Dark Lord had decided to lead the raid in Spinner's End; most of the Snatchers were gone, and only a few Death Eaters remained.

He needed to be quick to get the answers he needed.

Xander was in Hermione's room whilst she and Blaise went up to the destroyed library to do some research on the children's book Dumbledore had left behind. His silver eyes bore onto the identical ones across from him. Scorpius was left in his care as he waited for the two adults to come back.

He felt weird sitting there on the floor with a one year old who was supposed to be his older brother. He felt like he needed to say something even though the toddler wouldn't understand him.

"Um," he stuttered as he stared at his older brother. The younger version of his brother blinked his eyes up at him. Xander sighed at the absurdity of the situation. "Hey Scor," he started. "I'm lost," he stated.

The child merely looked up at him with curiosity, probably wondering who this boy was who was left behind to take care of him.

"I don't know what to do," Xander continued. "If you were in my situation, what would you have done?" he asked, followed by a sardonic smile. "If you were in my situation, you probably won't be in this kind of situation. You're too much like dad and mum to end up in a dead end. You'd probably have succeeded from the beginning. I know I said that I'm fine if I ceased to exist, but," he paused and buried his head in his knees. "I'm scared."

Scorpius rose from his sitting position, abandoning his scattered toys and went to softly pat the head of the crying boy.

Startled, Xander looked up to see his little brother's still innocent face. He managed a smile that made the little boy smile back. "Thanks, brother," Xander whispered, before the door burst open, and Harry came stumbling in.

Xander rose to his feet, towering over his little brother to look oddly at the older man.

"Xander," Harry wheezed. "Where are the others?" he asked, after noticing the slightly empty room.

"Mom and Blaise went up to the library," Xander answered.

"The library?"

"Research," Xander shrugged.

Harry shook his head. "For what?"

Xander shrugged.

"You—" Harry started but couldn't finish his sentence. He noticed that the boy was pale and faintly transparent. "We need to do something about you," he said.

Xander looked down at himself and realized what Harry was referring to.

"It's getting worse," Harry stated. "We need to find a way to call back your dad," he said.

"You and I both know that's not possible," Xander sighed as he sat back down on the floor next to his brother who went back to playing with his toys.

"And why's that?" Harry asked. "He snuck out before," he stated.

"That's different," Xander said. "He's posing as Marcus Flint now, he has no reason to leave the Manor unless he's been sent out on a mission," Xander said. "And other than that, he can't leave for a long period of time, and I think conceiving me will take more time than a quick—" Xander paused and shivered at the thought of his conception. "You get my point."

Harry also paled at the thought. "But we have to do something," he paced. "We can't just let you," he paused searching for the right words. "Not exist."

"Nothing can make my dad come back, you know that," Xander said. "Besides, I already accepted the fact that I might not exist," his voice shook.

"We still have time," Harry said.

"A week and a half?" Xander merely shook his head in defeat. Their conversation was abruptly cut short when the door clicked open and Hermione and Blaise strolled in.

"What were you doing in the library?" Harry quickly changed the subject.

"Research on the book, Potter," Blaise answered as he held the children's book up.

"How is that going to help us know what the other Horcruxes are?" Harry asked.

"We have no idea, but we are open to suggestions if you have any?" Blasé sarcastically remarked.

"Where were you?" Hermione asked. "That was a pretty long talk with Ginny," she said as she walked past him and took her son in her arms.

"I went to see Lupin afterwards, they're debating whether who should be the next Order leader," Harry answered.

"And?" Hermione raised a curious brow.

Harry shrugged. "No decisions as of yet," he said.

"Why don't you do it?" Xander suddenly suggested.

"Do what?" Harry asked.

"Be the leader," Xander said, earning confused looks from the occupants of the room.

"As if we aren't doomed enough," Blaise said as he sat back on an empty chair.

"Are you mental, I can't be a leader," Harry retorted, ignoring Blaise's remark.

"I second that," Blaise agreed.

"Why not?" Xander asked. Hermione was looking back and forth between them from her sitting position on the bed with Scorpius on her lap. She was silent but was processing the idea.

"I don't know, I just, can't," Harry stuttered. The idea of being responsible for the lives of so many was enough to send him flying to the bathroom and vomiting.

"Who better to be leader than the Boy-who-Lived?" Xander argued.

"Snape, Lupin, McGonagall," Blaise listed off the tough competitors for the position.

"I can't be responsible for the lives of so many people," Harry retorted.

"You already are and they'll accept you," Xander argued.

"I'm not fit for the position."

"They'll listen to you," Xander hinted. "You'd be able to help Draco on the other side," Xander added, earning the complete attention of both Hermione and Blaise.

"Ironic," Blaise mumbled. "Kid's got a point," he added.

Harry turned to Hermione with a frightened look on his. "I can't do this by myself," he said.

Hermione shook her head. "You don't have to," she said. "You're not Dumbledore. If you decide to do this, you're not alone. You have he whole Order to help you, you have us," she smiled. "You don't have to do it by yourself."

Harry turned to Xander who sported an encouraging look on his face. "You're going to help me through this," he told him. "I'm going to need your advice the most," his voice still shook.

Xander merely grinned and nodded in response.

"Let's do this then," Harry finalized with a courageous nod.

"So Potter's running for leader?" Blaise looked around the room.

Their awkwardness was interrupted by a playful giggle and they all turned to look at the jovial boy on his mother's lap. The young Scorpius stretched his arms out towards Xander.

"Boder," the boy spoke, earning a gasp from his mother.

"Did he just speak?" Blaise asked as he straightened up from his position on the chair.

Hermione looked excited. "That's his first word, that's his first word," she announced happily.

"Great, what was it?" Blaise smiled.

"I think he said bother?" Hermione answered. She turned to Xander hopefully. "Did you teach him that word? What did he say?" she asked. Scorpius was still trying to reach out to Xander.

But Xander was too pale and in a complete panic to speak. He turned to Harry who shared his sentiments. Even Harry got the gist of it. Scorpius had just spoken the word that can completely expose his secret.

Both were at a loss of words but were thankful when a familiar silver hue entered the vicinity and impeded the conversation. The object stopped just in front of Hermione and she gasped at the familiar fox facing her. Even Blaise stood from his position at the sight of the Patronus that started to circle Hermione with mischievousness.

"What?" Harry gapped.

The Patronus, in the shape of a fox, circled Hermione as it opened its mouth and the familiar voice echoed in the room. Once the message was delivered, the creature disintegrated into thin air. Hermione turned to the others to see if she had just been dreaming but the shocked look on their faces told her the contrary.

Draco's alive, but he'd conveyed bad news.

Harry ran out of the room, quickly followed by Blaise to report to the Order the dreaded news.

His first stop was Marcus Flint's room. The Death Eater should have some valuable information stored in there that he can use.

It took two hours to completely turn the room inside and out and all he could find was tiny jewellery box. There was a parchment wedged inside the case and he carefully pulled it out. He opened the tattered parchment and read the contents:

Diadem - Hogwarts

That was it. He couldn't figure out what that meant so he stuck the little parchment inside the safety of his cloak, right next to Dumbledore's wand. He looked around the nearly destroyed room and figured that he couldn't possibly find anything else there. He checked every shelf, book, floor tiling, and even tapped the walls for hidden compartments, all to end up with nothing.

He needed to get to the next room where he was sure he'd be able to acquire some useful information—the Dark Lord's study. Problem was how he will get there. He knew the room had wards casted by the Dark Lord himself. The only possible way to get in there without being detected is if— he grinned as an idea formed in his head.

He remembered as a child, when he was playing in the Parkinson Manor grounds with Pansy Blaise, how that little house elf that was so dedicated to Pansy would follow them around, everywhere they go, that creature would always be there.

Now, what was its name again?

"Posey!" he called for the elf. He could only hope that the elf was still alive and working at the Manor.

But when a sudden snap and a puff of smoke appeared as a frightened house elf kneeling in fright before him, he couldn't be happier that things were going as planned.

He kneeled on one knee before the elf, and the tiny creature kneeled even lower before him.

"Do you remember a certain," he paused, baiting the elf. "Pansy Parkinson?"

With the mention of the name, the tiny elf puckered its trembling lower lip, its large eyes tearing at the sudden flood of memories while its tiny hands gripped its tattered pillowcase clothing.

Draco smirked. The little creature would be his ticket to success.

Six hours after his father's message came, Xander watched as Charlie and Blaise helped a deathly-pale staggering Harry into the Slytherin Common room. Molly and Ginny ran to them, checking to see if the Boy-who-Lived had any injury. When they found none, Molly looked at her second eldest son for answers.

"We encountered the Dark Lord," Charlie answered their silent question. "He himself came to lead the attack on Spinner's End. We manage to evacuate a few of the refugees before the full on assault," he went on. "The Dark Lord killed Snape himself. In fact, he looked very eager to kill him, and after he did it, he looked—" he paused searching for the right word. "Relieved?"

"Relieved?" the youngest of the Weasley males echoed. "What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Charlie shook his head. "After he killed Snape, they just left," he said.

"Two attacks within forty-eight hours," Blaise sighed as he staggered to the floor, Pansy quickly coming to his side. "They must be up to something," he groaned when Pansy gave his aching body a relieved embrace.

"How did you know there was going to be an attack?" Pansy asked as she loosened her grip on Blaise. She was more worried than the rest because Spinner's End housed the members who defected from the Dark Lord—and they were usually Slytherins.

"Malfoy," Harry whispered, earning surprised expressions from the people around him.

"Draco's alive?" Pansy choked, staring at the impassive Hermione while everyone else processed what Harry had just revealed.

Harry turned to Xander quickly, stopping the boy from reprimanding him for revealing a secret that shouldn't have been exposed.

"Dumbledore, Snape," Harry shook his head. "No more. I won't risk any more lives," he said through gritted teeth. "I won't risk Malfoy's life."

Or yours.

The silent words hang between them. "Hey Charlie," Harry turned to Charlie. "Can you tell the Order I want a meeting?" he asked.

"Now?" Charlie asked in surprise. Harry nodded and the bewildered man left through the blazing green flames.

Once gone, Blaise turned to Hermione. "Hey Granger, you're not pregnant are you?" Blaise asked out of nowhere.

Everyone turned to a beet-red Hermione. "Of course not," she scoffed at the ridiculousness of the question.

"Are you sure?" Blaise asked.

"Of course I'm sure," Hermione refrained from stomping her foot down in annoyance.

"Why?" Pansy asked Blaise in Hermione's place.

"Snape," Blaise answered. "I found him after the Dark Lord casted the spell to kill him," he said. "Before Potter came, he said that Draco's son is in danger," he passed the message.

"Scorpius?" Hermione turned to her son who was playing with James in a makeshift playpen.

"That's what I said," Blaise said. "But his exact words were; Not Scorpius, the other one, then Potter came in," Blaise pointed at the still pale boy who was clutching a flask in his hands as if his life depended on it.

By this point, Harry looked as pale and as translucent as Xander with that given information. "Are you sure?" Harry stuttered.

Blaise turned to him with an annoyed look. "Of course I'm sure," he snapped.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Harry snapped back.

"Because you were so adamant to dive into Snape's memories to listen to anybody else," his voice rose.

"What?" Ginny piped up. "Snape's memories?"

Blaise pointed at the flask Harry still held. "Snape gave it to him before he died. After Potter dove in and he came back out acting like that," he motioned to Harry as a whole.

"What's in it?" Ginny asked her husband.

"His memory about my mum," Harry answered. Ginny's eyes widened, as did the rest of the people who were listening. "It doesn't matter anymore," Harry stood and dismissed the topic. "What we need to do now is to focus now on what we're going to do next."

"So what's the plan, mate?" Ron asked.

"I'm taking charge," Harry answered with an improved determination. "I'm going to be the next leader. I'm going to end all this," he said and turned to Blaise. "Get a message to Malfoy," he told him. "Tell him to abort his mission and to get his arse out of there immediately," he said.

"That's not a very wise decision Harry," Xander spoke for the first time.

"I don't care Xander," Harry snapped. "I won't risk it," he said.

"It doesn't matter," Blaise stopped their budding argument. "Draco's going to find a way to come back after he hears what happened," he said, sharing a knowing look with Harry. "And he will find out, the Death Eaters would be talking about it."

"What do you mean?" It was Hermione who asked.

Blaise looked at her. He gulped and prepared himself to tell her the bad news. "Narcissa Malfoy is dead," he broke the news. "She was murdered by her own husband."

Draco ran into him on the way to the Dark Lord's chambers. He was summoned regarding the infiltration on Grimmauld Place; obviously the Dark Lord needed something from him if the call was urgent and just after he had just gone back from another raid.

He could only hope that his message got to them on time and that there weren't a lot of casualties. Especially the two people he care about that was stationed in Spinner's End.

Rodulphus Lestrange had an unsatisfied look on his face. Draco knew that look all too well. It was the face of an angry and displeased man. This only meant that it would be easy to make him talk due to this anger.

"Failed mission?" Draco taunted when the man passed by him in the hallway. He heard him stop from behind him and took guard by gripping his wand beneath his cloak, lest the other man attack him in rage. He casted a Silencing spell around them, just in case there were unwanted eavesdroppers.

"Quite the contrary Flint," Draco could hear the smugness in Rodolphus' voice. "It was a success. You have me to thank for that the Dark Lord is in a good mood when you see him," he said.

"Do I now? Unless of course I tell him that you lied to him," he goaded. He felt the other man shuffle behind him, and could feel the intense glare directed at his back. Draco turned around to face him with a smug smirk on his face. "I was there after all. I saw Scabior dead by Dumbledore's side, I went out, I didn't know who killed who, you saw me, and Snape came in afterwards. So we both know that Snape didn't kill him," the words seemed to flow out easily, that he almost believed his own lie.

But it seems that he'd hit the jackpot. Rodolphus Lestrange's information was as limited as he thought it was. That was all the other man knew, that he exited and that Snape followed in after he was gone.

"You wouldn't dare implicate yourself," Rodolphus snarled. He was right. If Draco did snitch, the Dark Lord would catch him on his own lie. But in Rodolphus' point of view, he would have more to lose than Marcus Flint would. So Draco decided to play with fire, besides, what else does he have to lose?

"Who do you think he'd show more mercy to? The Death Eater who lied for personal gain, or the Death Eater who had no information to begin with but was loyal to the end?" his outward appearance basked in determination, but deep inside, he was shaking from the head up, down to his little toes. He didn't like treading the dark seas with so little information.

"What do you want Flint?" Rodolphus snarled.

Draco controlled the grin that threatened to emerge.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Rodolphus was already caught in his net.

"Why did you lie?" Draco asked.

"What would you gain with that information?" Rodolphus took a threatening step forward.

But Draco stood his ground and took his own threatening step. "Amusement," he answered with a grin.

Rodolphus scowled before grinning manically. "The boy," he answered.

Boy?

"The boy who kept saving Potter," he continued, and Draco knew exactly which boy he was referring to. "I want that boy," he grinned, his rotted teeth flashing in the dim lights.

Draco clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He couldn't decipher why he was so angry.

"I'll keep the boy alive if he decides to join us and if he declines, I'll torture him to the brink of death everyday until he cracks and decides to join," he laughed.

"You'd put your position in jeopardy for a boy?" Draco snarled.

"He's fun to play with," the older man laughed.

Insane. Mental. His uncle was as crazy as his aunt.

"Are you going to tell the Dark Lord now?" his dear uncle was grinning.

"You have my word that I will not say a word," Draco replied. "If I have yours that you won't tell my own secret," he offered.

Draco wouldn't risk the chance to attack Rodolphus to try and Obliviate him. This man would not be as easy as Astoria Greengrass. It was too big a risk to take. But he knew Rodolphus Lestrange would not tell; he had his own little obsession to deal with, to keep him occupied, an obsession that Draco wasn't fairly comfortable with.

He watched as the man walk away with their silent promise. After all that, he gained little to no valuable information. Rodolphus Lestrange was obsessed, and due to that obsession he lied to the Dark Lord to go ahead with another attack, an attack on a shelter where Astoria could lead them to, hoping to find the future boy in one of the Order's shelters.

Who was to say Rodolphus won't try to do that again? But at least this time it would be much more complicated to locate a shelter since Astoria had never been to the other ones. That would at least slow him down.

He turned away from his uncle's retreating form and headed towards his original chambers. He was going to have to face the Dark Lord now, alone. He had no idea what the Dark Lord could possibly want from Marcus Flint or what the Dark Lord had Marcus Flint do during the attack.

At first, he thought it was to kill Dumbledore, but when the Dark Lord asked who killed the great Wizard; he had addressed everyone, which only meant that he'd given the order to every Death Eater and Snatcher that was a part of that mission.

He'd disappointed the Dark Lord by not being able to tell him who the exact killer was, or in this case—who the killer's killer was.

So Marcus Flint had a different agenda during the attack, Draco could only hope he could catch that hidden agenda during his talk with the Dark Lord, or he would probably be in touch with Death again.

But through all that, he only hoped that he'd be able to see his family again.

Xander couldn't believe it. Harry spoke like a true politician. He spoke of promises and plans; he painted a picture of the future everyone wanted to see. He was a pure genius. And it only took him a couple of hours to convince the Order members that he was perfect to be its next leader.

He also thought that Remus Lupin's hesitance to be in charge of thousands of lives stopped him from stealing the position from Harry and that Minerva McGonagall had so much trust in her student that she stepped down the pedestal for him.

And after much deliberation, the only man who can destroy the Dark Lord for good was named the new leader of the resistance.

"So what's your first order of action Harry?" Remus asked.

Harry turned to Xander who sat a sew feet to his right. The younger boy gave him an encouraging nod and Harry turned back to the waiting faces of their own high-ranked Order members.

Harry's voice was firm when he spoke: "I think it's time we start destroying the rest of the Horcruxes."

Chapter Word Count: 3,979