Hello all! I know, I know. I started another fic...I know a lot of you are waiting for new content from my other fanfics New Girl and The Gryffindor and the Slytherin, but this thing popped into my head (along with numerous other ideas which are still in idea/note format and haven't been properly examined/started yet) and I had to start writing it. New Girl is currently on hiatus, I don't like the direction the latest chapter is heading, the characters have taken over and turned it into a major shopping fest and I just grrr, so I'm going to go and rewrite it and see if I can make it cooperate with my vision more. TGATS is also on hiatus, I don't know what's happening there at the moment, but I'll try to get back to it again soon.

This new story is an AU fic where we have Werewolf!Draco, abused-by-the-Dursleys-Harry, the lovely and mothering Narcissa, kind Severus, and of course eventual Drarry 3

I'm rating it M just in case, there is some violence in this first chapter, nothing too graphic but better safe than sorry.

Chapter One: Thrown to the Wolves

After Lucius was arrested after the events at the Ministry, Draco and his mother prayed that they would now be free of the Dark Lord who had been living in their home. Lucius was the only Deatheater in the family afterall, Narcissa had never taken the Mark and had never wanted to. Despite their hopes though, it seemed the Dark Lord had different plans for them.

'Draco,' Voldemort said dramatically. 'Draco, Draco, Draco. Your father has disappointed me. Again. I warned him what would happen if he failed me this time.'

Draco looked around the room fearfully. He had been snatched from his bed by masked Deatheaters and dragged to the formal dining room in his silk pajamas. His mother had also been dragged from her bed, it seemed that the wards on their bedrooms had been broken and shattered. He had been held down in a kneeling position with a wand poking painfully into the back of his neck. He had watched helplessly as his Aunt Bellatrix had Crucio-ed his mother until she was a weeping mess on the floor. Then Bellatrix had dragged her to the edge of the circle of masked Deatheaters where she forced her to kneel, dragging a knife across her skin every now and then.

'I, I don't understand, my, my Lord,' Draco stammered as his mother begged Bellatrix to spare them from what was coming. 'My father isn't here, I don't-'

'I warned your father boy, that if he failed me this time that I would not take my anger out on him, but rather on you, his only heir.'

Draco began to shake with fear as he felt his face pale beyond belief. He had always been pale, it was a genetic throwback of an ancient Veela ancestor, along with his blonde hair, but now he looked like death.

'Please my Lord,' he begged. 'I haven't done anything, please spare me.'

'The only way I will spare you will be if I take out Lucius's punishment on your dear mother, and you don't want that surely?'

Draco stiffened at the thought of his mother being hurt even more, and because of him this time. No, he would not let them touch his mother. Not now, not ever. 'Don't touch my mother,' he hissed at Voldemort. 'Do what you will to me, but you leave her alone.'

Bella cackled and squeezed Narcissa's throat when her sister tried to speak. 'Look at widdle Dwaco! Finally growing a spine Cissy! Aren't you proud of your son?' She cackled some more as Voldemort smiled in her direction.

'Now Draco,' he crooned to the blonde boy before him who was straining to stand now. 'Be a man and take the punishment your father has incurred for you due to his failings.'

Draco readied himself as best he could for what was coming. He had witnessed the Dark Lord's Crucio before, had seen him punish his followers and enemies alike before killing some of them. He could withstand a little pain, especially for his mother.

Voldemort laughed, and Draco froze. Something wasn't right here.

'Come now Draco, let us all witness your bravery.' The Dark Lord shot a Petrificus Totalus at Draco, and as he felt his body freeze, he managed to glance towards his mother who was begging despite Bella's hand on her throat. He knew then that he would not be Crucioed, that was coming was far worse, but he had no idea what it could be.

The Deatheaters laughed to each other as they followed their Lord as he levitated Draco through the mansion. Draco felt his heart skip a beat before beginning to pound frantically as he saw where they were headed. The cellars. Where he was kept. He tried to break through the spell binding his body but it was too strong. Voldemort laughed again, the sound a cold chill through Draco's body.

'Don't worry dear Draco,' he crooned to the boy, stroking his face in a demented attempt at comfort. 'Fenrir has ordered not to kill you or maim you too badly, at least where it can be seen. And if he starts to loose control, I will stop him. Maybe.' He released the spell binding Draco but before Draco could recover enough to attempt to flee, Voldemort pushed him down the stairs.

Draco rolled down the stairs, unable to stop himself. He landed at the bottom, bruised and stunned. He heard his mother scream and beg as she fought to get to him before the door was slammed shut and the loud click of the lock seemed to echo through the dark cellar.

His breaths coming fast and frantic, Draco squinted into the dark. He didn't have his wand with him, hadn't had a chance to grab it from under his pillow when he was dragged from his bed only minutes earlier. He had no way to defend himself against a werewolf, he knew it. And Fenrir Greyback was the worst of the worst. He had heard the stories, how in the last war Fenrir had gone after children specifically. How Voldemort had used him to punish those who defied or failed him by setting him on their children. How could Draco's father had gotten involved with such a man? Knowing that if he messed up that it would be Draco who suffered? In that moment, Draco hated his father.

Draco started as he heard the click of claws on the stone floor. He pressed back against the stairs as he heard the panting breath of the werewolf getting closer. He had no where to run, he knew that. He remembered what Voldemort had said, that he would not die here, that Fenrir had orders not to kill him, that he would be removed from the cellars before the wolf got carried away and tried to kill him. He would not give them the pleasure of hearing him beg, hearing him scream. Not if he could help it. He didn't want to put his mother through that. So, taking a deep breath, he gathered his remaining courage, and stood on shaking legs. He held his arms out wide, and as the wolf came into site, he closed his eyes and braced for what was coming.

The wolf paused and assessed the boy in front of him. Fenrir did not take the wolfsbane potion, he abhorred the stuff, and had managed to master the wolf inside himself by simply embracing it. He was the only one who could semi transform outside of the full moon. While he couldn't turn others during those times, he still had the benefit of the strength of the wolf and the wounds inflicted would always scar.

This boy he was tasked with turning was interesting. He reeked of fear, that much was clear, but the way he stood there, accepting what was coming to him, that intrigued the man within the wolf. But in the end it didn't matter, he was ready to attack, it was what he lived for. So he leapt, jaw wide, teeth bared, and the boy clamped his mouth shut on the scream that wanted to erupt.

Draco felt the shift in the air as the wolf leapt, and his body tensed, but it all happened so fast he had no time to do anything but clench his jaw shut tight as he felt the wolf's fangs close around his left arm and it's claws sink into his chest. A white hot pain spread across his arm and into his heart. Draco's eyes rolled back in his head at the pain but he refused to scream, refused to give those that waited above the pleasure of his screams. The wolf and boy tumbled back onto the stairs, and Draco felt his head crack against the hard wood only a split second before he was embraced by darkness.

The wolf growled, his prey turning limp beneath him. It was no fun when they didn't struggle. The door above creaked open and a powerful stunner hit the wolf in the face as he lifted his head to growl at whoever dared to interrupt him. Draco, still unconscious, felt nothing as the wolf was thrown off him and his body was levitated up the stairs.

'Draco! Draco! my boy! Is he dead?' Screamed Narcissa as she finally managed to break away from Bella's grip at the sight of her bloodied son being magically lifted from the cellars.

'Calm yourself Narcissa,' said the Dark Lord calmly as he felt for a pulse. 'Your boy lives it seems. Though he may soon wish he didn't. I do admire his courage though, I was expecting to hear screams and sweet begging, but he held his tongue the whole time. A pity it had to come to this, he would have made a good Deatheater with that courage. Come my followers,' he said, cancelling the spell on Draco and causing the bleeding boy to drop loudly to the floor before Narcissa could catch him. 'Let us drink to dear Draco and his courage.'

Laughing, Voldemort and his followers left Draco and his sobbing mother in the dark and cold hallway.

Narcissa, still sobbing, ripped her nightdress at the hem so she could bandage her son's arm. His silk pajama shirt was torn to shreds, blood dripping from the wounds on his chest, but it was his arm that took all her attention. She had to stop the bleeding, he needed more help than she could give him right now.

'Mimsy,' she called softly, 'Mimsy, I need you.'

With a small pop, a tiny house elf appeared before her. Taking in the sight in front of her, her hands clasped around her mouth in horror.

'Miss Cissy, what has happened to Master Draco?' she squeaked tearfully.

'Mimsy, listen to me very carefully. They cannot know that you are here, do you understand? You know what happened to the rest of the elves.'

Mimsy nodded her head fearfully. She remembered when the Dark Lord had first arrived in the Manor. How his first act had been to get Lucius to gather all his elves. She, being Narcissa's own personal elf from the Black family, had not been called by the magic that bound them into servitude to the witches and wizards. She had watched fearfully and tearfully from the elf passage in the wall as all her friends were tortured and killed by the Dark Lord. Miss Cissy had called her later that night, and she had had no choice but to obey. But instead of being greeted with the sight of the Dark Lord, she had appeared to Miss Cissy and Master Draco in the greenhouse and they had tried to give her clothes so she could be free and safe. but Mimsy had refused, begging to stay with her masters and try her best to protect them. Since that night, she had worked behind the scenes, spying from the elf passages and collecting information that she passed onto Mister Snape who she had been told was a spy for the Light side.

'Mimsy, you have to get us to Severus, only he can help Draco now. Please, take us to Severus.'

Mimsy nodded, she knew that once her mistress and her son left this Manor that none of them would return. She had been preparing for this for months, ever since that night her mistress had tried to free her, slowly gathering the clothes and belongings of her mistress and young master Draco, ferrying them to Severus's house for safekeeping. Her mistress didn't know she had done this. Mimsy took a fortifying breath and wiped her eyes before taking Narcissa and Draco's hands and apparating them away from the Manor and to Spinner's End.

Severus Snape was dozing in his chair in front of the fire when he heard the pop of apparation in the hallway. Knowing that only Mimsy could apparate into his house, he stayed where he was until he heard Narcissa yelling for him. Bounding up, he ran into the hallway and froze at the sight in front of him.

Narcissa was on the floor, her nightgown ripped and her hair in disarray. But all his attention went to Draco, his godson, when he saw the blood. He summoned his healing kit from the kitchen as he skidded onto the floor on his knees in front of Draco.

'What happened?' he demanded as he tore off the boy's ruined shirt and began to pour antiseptic potions on his chest before taking in the arm wound.

'The Dark Lord punished Draco in Lucius's stead,' sobbed Narcissa. 'He threw my son to Fenrir.'

Severus froze in his ministrations. It was the full moon, and Draco had been bit. He closed his eyes and breathed deep.

'Severus, please, help him!'

'I will do all I can Narcissa,' Severus said softly as he began to heal the cuts on Draco's chest and seal the gaping wound on his chest. 'But you know there is nothing I can do about Draco's condition. There is no cure for a werewolf bite.'

Narcissa sobbed harder. She knew this, but Severus worked wonders. If anyone could help her son it was him.

'Please, do all you can,' she said softly as Draco began to breath easier. She watched as Severus poured a vial of Dreamless Sleep down her son's throat.

'He needs to sleep,' Severus murmured as he healed Draco's head. 'It is the best thing for him right now. Come, let us settle him in bed.' He looked for Mimsy, but the elf had vanished without either of them noticing. He frowned, where would the elf have gone?

He and Narcissa carried Draco up the stairs and into a bedroom that held some of Draco's things. Narcissa frowned as she looked around the room.

'Mimsy has been bringing some of your and your son's belongings each day,' explained Severus as he settled Draco into the bed. 'She wanted you to be prepared for this day when it came, though I'm sure that none of us expected the Dark Lord to stoop to this.' He gestured to Draco in the bed.

'He is no Lord of mine,' growled Narcissa as they heard the small pop that announced Mimsy's return. With a last glance at the sleeping Draco, they headed into the hall where the elf stood waiting with Draco's school trunk.

'Mimsy is sorry miss,' the elf said as she swayed. 'Mimsy tried to get mistress and master's wands but she was seen. Mimsy could only get Master Draco's school things.' The elf fell forwards to the floor, and they saw the bleeding slash on her back. Narcissa gasped as Severus swooped into action, ripping the elf's silk pillowcase off her back and beginning to heal the wound. He gave her a blood replenishing potion and a pain potion before helping her to sit.

'Master Severus is so kind,' Mimsy murmured. 'Miss Cissy, Mimsy is sorry, but they has snapped you and Master Draco's wands.'

'Oh Mimsy,' sobbed Narcissa, drawing the elf into a tight hug. 'I don't care about the wands, we can buy new wands. How could you go back there? You could have died!'

After watching the elf and the witch sob for a few minutes, Severus cleared his throat and directed Narcissa the room next to Draco's. This room held what Mimsy had managed to gather for her mistress. The elf and Severus helped the exhausted witch into bed and after she fell asleep, Severus left Mimsy to watch over her mistress as he went to stand watch over Draco. Tomorrow they would all have much to discuss, and who knew when the Dark Lord would be calling for Severus?

Draco awoke the next day expecting to feel pain, and was surprised when all he felt was some stiffness.

'You are lucky Draco,' said a soft voice. 'It could have been so much worse for you.'

'Severus?' said Draco, looking around the room until he saw his godfather sitting next to the bed. He bolted upright as the events of last night returned to him. 'Where is my mother? Where am I? What's going on?'

'Calm down and I will explain everything,' soothed his godfather. Severus explained that Narcissa was sleeping in the next room, about the werewolf attack, how Mimsy had bought both his and his mother here during the night, how she had been sneaking their possessions out of the Manor for months, how she had risked her life to go back and get their wands but had only succeeded in retrieving Draco's school trunk. How their wands had been snapped.

Draco sat silently, taking everything in. Severus let him. His godson was a rational thinker afterall. Draco sighed.

'Alright,' he said. 'Alright, so I'm a werewolf now. And my mother and I ran from the Dark Lord. Where does that leave us? What do we do now?'

'Draco, you're awake!' Narcissa came into the room, her ripped nightgown had been replaced with a dark green gown, though her feet remained bare and her hair was in a low ponytail.

After hugging her son and weeping a little more, the two adults left Draco's room to allow him privacy as he dressed. Draco took in his chest and arm in the mirror. It wasn't as bad as he had feared, but he would have to be careful not to show the scars in public. After he was dressed, he met his mother and godfather in the hallway and the three headed downstairs where Mimsy had laid out breakfast in the dining room before hiding herself away until called for.

While they ate, the three began to plan. Draco and Narcissa knew that they could not return to the Manor, and that the Malfoy funds were currently locked under Lucius's name and inaccessible to them. Draco stressed about what they were to do for money but then Narcissa surprised him by revealing that she had a secret vault, in case she ever needed funds in an emergency. This vault didn't hold nearly as much as the Malfoy vault, but as a Black vault it was anything but modest. It would be more than enough to see Draco through the remainder of school and beyond.

'School,' mused Draco. 'Will I still be able to attend Hogwarts?'

'You will as long as I am a professor there,' decreed Severus. 'I will be brewing you the wolfsbane potion each month, and it is the safest place for you.'

'What about mother?' asked Draco. 'Where will she go?'

'We will have to contact the Order,' said Severus. 'Dumbledore will know what to do.'

'Dumbledore?' asked Draco confusedly. 'Why him? And what is this Order?'

Severus explained about the Order of the Phoenix, how they fought against Voldemort in the last war, and had been re-banded when he had returned.

'Wait here,' Severus commanded after breakfast. 'I will go to the Order headquarters and explain the situation. I will return for you soon. Do not leave the house, it is heavily warded and under the Fidelius Charm so none can enter unless they know the secret.' He left the two Malfoys sitting at the table and grabbed his cloak.

Stepping outside, Severus took a deep breath in preparation for what was coming and appareted to Grimmauld Place.

'Severus dear boy, what brings you here today?' twinkled Dumbledore when Severus arrived. He seemed to have arrived in the middle of a meeting, which meant that everyone would hear what he had to say.

Sighing, Severus explained the events of last night, and how Narcissa and Draco were now on the run from the Dark Lord.

Molly Weasley gasped. 'That poor boy!' she exclaimed. 'And his mother, it's not right that they got mixed up in Lucius's affairs like this.' She bustled out of the room, tears streaming down her face.

'Yes, well,' said Severus, clearing his throat. 'Albus, they need help. Not financial, Narcissa has been prepared for that kind of thing for years now. They need to hide, and new wands, and Draco needs to finish his schooling.'

'But he is a werewolf now,' said Arthur Weasley gently. 'Is it safe for him to attend Hogwarts with the rest of the children?'

'I did,' said Remus firmly. 'If Albus can make an exception for me, he can certainly do the same for Draco.'

Severus smiled slightly at Remus. He had hoped that the older werewolf would speak on Draco's behalf. He made a note to speak to Remus in private before he left.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, frowned. 'Severus, I'm not sure that I can allow Draco to attend Hogwarts in his current state.'

'Excuse me?' Severus growled. 'What do you mean?'

'It's not that the boy is a werewolf,' Dumbledore hastened to explain, 'but he will be wanted by Voldemort. Just because the boy is a werewolf does not mean that Voldemort is done with him. He will be hunting the boy.'

'And Hogwarts is the safest place for him,' argued Severus. 'If it's good enough for Potter it's good enough for Draco.'

'I agree with Severus,' put in Remus. 'How can you deny the boy a safe place to learn and live Albus?'

'As long as Severus brews the wolfsbane potion for him I say let the Malfoy boy attend H0gwarts.' Agreed Arthur.

'What's all this?' asked Molly as she returned to the meeting room with a large basked full of baked goods and sweets which she thrust into Severus's arms. 'For Narcissa and Draco,' she explained before turning to Dumbeldore. 'How can you even think of denying the boy safe lodgings at Hogwarts Albus?'

Dumbledore sighed, it seemed he was outvoted. 'Alright, the boy can continue attending Hogwarts, but I was your assurances Severus that he will be contained on the full moons and that you will brew the potion for him every month.'

'Of course I will,' said Severus, shifting the basket in his arms. 'I still brew it for Remus every month, it is no bother to brew a larger batch.'

'I did not know that you were still brewing it for Remus,' mused Dumbledore. 'Why did neither of you inform me?'

'You didn't need to know,' said Severus. 'And you never cared to ask so what does it matter? Enough of this, there are still matters to settle.'

'Like what my dear boy?'

'Like where Narcissa and Draco will be staying.' Drawled Severus. 'They cannot stay at my place, even though it is under the Fidelius it is still the first place that they will think to look for them.'

'We will ask Harry if they can stay here then,' said Dumbledore. 'It's not like he's staying here anyway.'

'Speaking of Harry Albus, when can he come and stay with us?' asked Molly. 'He's been with those Muggles for far too long already.'

'Harry will stay with his family until the summer is over Molly,' declared Albus. 'No, do not argue with me. It is the safest place for him. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to ask him about Narcissa and Draco staying here for the summer. Severus, I will see you at your place after I speak to young Harry.'

And with that, Dumbledore swept from the room. Severus thanks Molly for the basket and promised to pass on her well wishes. He watched as the two Weasley's left the room, leaving him alone with Remus.

'How are you holding up?' he asked the weary werewolf. 'The full moon was just last night, I'm surprised to see you up and about to be honest.'

Remus sagged into a chair. 'I just had a feeling I had to be at this meeting,' he confessed. 'And I'm glad I listened to that feeling. Tell me, how is Draco taking everything?'

'Surprisingly well,' confessed Severus, putting the heavy basket on the table and taking a seat next to Remus, placing his hand on the other man's on the table. 'How are you dear friend?'

Remus smiled at Severus. The two had been secret friends since Lily had forced them together after they had all graduated Hogwarts. She and Severus had explained to Remus how Severus had only joined the deatheaters on Dumbledore's orders in order to have a spy within Voldemort's ranks. Severus and Lily had remained friends this whole time, albeit secret friends because James and Sirius never stopped hating him. Despite what everyone thought, Severus and Lily had never been romantically interested in each other. Severus was gay, the only ones who knew had been Lily and now Remus.

'I'm as well as can be expected,' sighed Remus. 'Sirius's death was such a shock, I still don't believe it some days. But I'm coping. I just wish I could see Harry and help him through this, but Dumbledore won't allow it.'

'Dumbledore is strangely adamant about Potter staying with those muggles,' mused Severus. ' I don't like it. You've seen him after the summer breaks. He looses so much weight and the light in his eyes is always dimmed after he spends any amount of time with them. Something isn't right there.'

The two men chatted for a little longer and then Severus had to return home.

He found Narcissa and Draco in the library, the former reading a herbology book and the latter reading a potions book.

'Well, don't everyone greet me all at once,' drawled Severus. 'Narcissa, Molly Weasley sends her regards, along with this basket of what looks to be muffins and fudge among other things.' That got Draco's attention, and he managed to snatch a good chunk of the fudge before his mother could stop him.

'She said she felt terrible for what you were both going through, and how Lucius should never have gotten you two involved with all this. Also, Dumbledore is asking Potter if you can both stay at the Order head quarters.'

'Why does Dumbledore have to ask Potter?' Asked Draco, taking another mouthful of fudge. It really was delicious. Maybe he could ask Mrs Weasley for the recipe one day. He wasn't just talented at potions, he loved to cook and bake too, though his father had always tried to discourage him from pursuing those interests because they were 'too muggle and beneath a Malfoy'.

'Because the building belongs to him,' drawled Severus. 'It belonged to Sirius Black, who left it to Potter in his will.'

'Wait, the Order head quarters is in Grimmauld Place?' asked Narcissa, dropping the muffin she had had been nibbling on. 'Walburga's old place?'

'That's right,' said Severus, glancing at her. 'Is that a problem?'

'That place is horrible!' Exclaimed Narcissa. 'It was horrible when old Wally was still alive, and then after her death it sat abandoned for decades! I don't even want to imagine what the hell lives there now.'

'Wally?' asked Severus, barely able to keep his laugh contained. That Narcissa called the Black matriarch Wally of all things was hilarious, but he wouldn't laugh. He wouldn't.

'Yes, Wally. That's what Andy and I called her behind her back. She never found out thankfully, but Merlin we hated her. Bella was her favourite of course. Those two were inseparable.'

'Right, well anyway. The place fell into disarray, but Molly Weasley and her brood have done wonders to make it, ah, habitable again. The old house elf Kreacher is useless in his old age.'

'Kreacher is still alive? My god. He must be positively ancient by now.'

'Yes. Well, you won't have to worry about him. Potter sent him to work at Hogwarts, the other elfs keep an eye on him and make sure that he eats and sleeps at the right times. Anyway, Dumbledore will be here soon with Potter's answer.'

The three of them settled back to their own books, occasionaly snacking from the basket and asking each other a question about their reading material.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore had arrived at Private Place. He was aware of how out of place he looked in his bright purple suit with silver stars embroidered all over, but he didn't care. Actually, he reveled in the stares he received as he walked to Number Four and rang the bell.

'Yes?' asked Petunia as she opened the door.

'Hello Petunia, is Harry home by any chance?' smiled Dumbledore.

'Oh my god! Vernon!' Screeched Petunia, dragging Dumbledore inside when she noticed the neighbours staring. She slammed the door and backed away from the wizard standing in her entry way.

'Mum, who is it?' asked Dudley as he waddled into the room from the kitchen.

'Dudley, go to your room sweetie,' ordered Petunia. Dudley looked ready to argue until he noticed who was standing in his house, twirling a wand between his fingers. He gulped and ran up the stairs backwards, holding his great ass with his hands until he slammed his bedroom door. Petunia and Dumbledore listened to the sound of furniture scraping and slamming against the door.

'Charming boy,' smiled Dumbledore. 'Now, where is Harry, Petunia?'

'Petunia? What's with all the ruddy noise?' asked Vernon as he exited the downstairs bathroom, still fastening his belt. He froze when he saw Dumbledore and his face began to take on its famous purple hue.

'The boy is outside, in the back garden,' said Petunia as she moved towards her husband. 'Have you come to take him away already?'

'No, I have not,' replied Dumbledore as he headed for the backdoor. 'I simply have a question for him is all. Do not worry about me, I will see myself out.' He smiled at the Dursleys gaping at each other as he left through their backdoor. 'Lovely people,' he said to himself, still smiling. 'Ah, Harry,' he exclaimed upon seeing the boy weeding the garden. 'How are you my boy?'

'Professor Dumbledore?' gaped Harry, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a dirty hand. 'What are you doing here sir? Am I leaving already?'

'No my dear boy,' chuckled Dumbledore as he conjured a comfortable lounge chair for himself. 'You have the whole summer with your family to look forward to yet.' He said as he settled himself, gesturing for Harry to sit in the uncomfortable but stylish chair Petunia had insisted on placing in the garden.

Harry frowned as he sat. Why did he have to spend the whole summer here? He'd already been here two weeks and had already lost a lot of weight due to lack of meals.

'Then, forgive me for asking sir, but why are you here?' he asked his headmaster.

'Harry,' said Dumbledore, suddenly serious. 'Something has happened to one of your year mates, and he and his mother are now alone and on the run from Voldemort and need somewhere safe to stay. Naturally the first place I thought of was Grimmauld Place. But as it is your property now, they need your permission to stay there.'

Harry frowned. This was suspicious, Dumbledore hadn't said who this student was, just that he was a year mate, not a house mate, which made Harry think it was a Slytherin. And the way Dumbledore had specified he and his mother, that they were alone, that made Harry think that the student was someone he knew, someone who's father had recently been arrested…

'It's Malfoy, isn't it?' Harry said, staring at Dumbledore. 'You want me to offer refuge to Malfoy and his mother.'

'Yes Harry,' said Dumbledore. 'Draco and his mother need your help. I know there is a history between the two of you, but you cannot leave them to fend for themselves against Voldemort.'

Harry frowned, thinking. He didn't want Malfoy alone in his godfather's house. And how was it fair that Malfoy of all people got to spend his summer in Grimmauld Place while he was stuck here with the Dursleys'? Being starved and beaten and verbally abused. Forced to do all the cleaning and cooking and gardening in the hot weather with no water or breaks? No, this wouldn't do.

'I want to talk to them,' he said firmly, staring up at Dumbledore. 'I want to sit down with them and talk to them before I make any decisions.'

'Harry, that's not necessary,' started Dumbledore, but Harry interrupted.

'Headmaster, all due respect, but this is my house we're talking about. My house, left to me by my godfather. I decide who stays and who goes. I don't even have to let you keep using it for the Order if I don't want to. So I will be speaking with the two of them before I make any decisions.'

Dumbledore sighed, resigned to the fact that Harry was right, and though the Order didn't need to use Grimmauld Place as headquarters, it was convenient.

'Alright Harry, then let us be off.'

'Right now?' started Harry; he had been expecting more of a fight. His mind reeling, he quickly began to plan his escape from Private Drive. 'Uh, sure. Yeah, let's go then.'

Dumbledore smiled at the teen and, standing, held out his arm. Harry looked at him, confused.

'Ah, right,' Dumbledore chuckled. 'You haven't had the opportunity to side along yet. What we are going to do now Harry,' Dumbledore explained, 'is apparate. This means we will use magic to instantly from one place to another. It can be quite jarring, and dangerous if you don't know what you're doing, so I must insist that you hold tight to my arm and DO NOT attempt this on your own. There are wards around Hogwarts to prevent apparation, and you have to be licensed to apparate. Later this year a Ministry official will be coming to Hogwarts to teach those in years six and seven who want to learn this magic.'

Harry gulped and took Dumbledore's arm firmly in his grasp. He nodded at the headmaster, and braced himself. With a grin, Dumbledore apparated them both to Spinner's End.

Severus, Narcissa, and Draco were in the dining room eating lunch when the pop of apparation alerted to them to visitors.

'We're in the dining room Albus,' called Severus, the wards telling him who had entered his house. He braced himself for the Potter boy. 'Come on in.'

'Ah, Severus my boy. How are you? And Narcissa, you look lovely as ever. And young Mr Malfoy, lovely to see you again.' Albus swept into the room, seating himself at the table and helping himself to a scone which he lathered with cream before adding an absurd amount of jam on top of it. 'Harry, don't stand in the door, come on in dear boy.' He said before taking a large bite, somehow not making a mess.

The others in the room turned to the doorway and stared at Harry as he crept slowly into the room.

'Mr Potter,' exclaimed Narcissa as she stood quickly. 'Are you alright?'

It was then that Draco noticed how pale Potter looked. Pale, and slightly green. And very thin. And what on earth was the other boy wearing? Those muggle clothes looked ready to fall off him.

'Ah yes,' chuckled Dumbledore as he licked cream and jam off his long fingers. 'Young Mr Potter here just had his first taste of apparation. What did you think, Harry?'

'I think,' gulped Harry as he sat in the chair Narcissa had pulled out for him when it looked as though he would just sit on the floor, 'I think I prefer brooms headmaster.'

Narcissa shook her head, the nerve of the headmaster, not explaining proper preparation for apparation to a first timer. She called for Mimsy and asked for some ginger tea. 'To help settle your stomach dear,' she explained to Harry. 'After you drink it you should be able to help yourself to some lunch.'

'Thank you Mrs Malfoy,' said Harry with a small smile. he truly felt dreadful. 'And thank you, Mimsy was it?' he said to the little elf who had appeared with his tea.

'Yes sir,' she squeaked. 'Mimsy is Mimsy's name.' And off she popped.

Narcissa smiled at Harry. If the boy treated elves with that level of respect, surely he would help her and her son.

While they waited for the colour to return to Harry's face, Dumbledore asked Narcissa about that night everything had changed for them. Noticing Draco's uncomfortable face, Severus made up a plate of sandwiches for Harry and gestured to the boys to follow him to the library. He pointed for Harry to sit on the armchair closest to the fire and placed the plate of sandwiches on his lap. Harry, stunned at the kindness his Potions professor was showing him, stammered out his thanks and bit into a sandwich. Draco and Severus sat across from him on the couch.

'So,' Harry said, wiping his mouth with a napkin after his first sandwich (which was delicious by the way), 'Can I ask you some questions about why we're all here today?'

'You may Potter,' drawled Severus. 'But keep in mind that Draco may refuse to answer, and I will support him in that.'

'Of course,' frowned Harry. Why did Snape call Malfoy by his first name but not him? 'I guess first, can I ask what happened that you're here and not at home Malfoy?'

Draco looked at the floor, and began to speak. 'After whatever happened at the Ministry last year Potter, my father was arrested and sent to Azkaban.' Harry nodded, even though Draco couldn't see him. 'I don't know what happened that night, and I don't really care right now. But before that night, Father had invited the Dark Lord to stay in our house, despite my mother's protests.'

'Does that mean that your mother isn't a deatheater then?' interrupted Harry. Draco's eyes shot upwards and fixed on the other boy's dazzling green ones with anger.

'No Potter,' he snarled. 'My mother, and me for that matter, are not deatheaters, never have been, never will be. Do you understand?'

Harry gulped, and nodded. 'I'm sorry,' he said softly. 'Please continue.'

Draco stared at him for a little longer, then began to speak again. 'After the Dark Lord moved in, Mother set strong wards on both our bedrooms. Yes Potter, my parents slept in different rooms, it's a common pureblood arrangement, especially after an heir has been produced.'

'I wasn't going to say anything,' protested Harry, holding his hands up in the universal peace sign. 'Promise.'

Draco glared at him but continued. 'As I was saying, Mother set strong wards on our bedrooms, wards that would only allow her and I to pass. Not even Father was keyed into the wards, not that he ever came to our rooms anyway. After he went to Azkaban, Mother and I hoped that the Dark Lord would leave the Manor, but he stayed. Mother and Mimsy strengthened the wards, but one night they got through. The deatheaters snatched us from our beds. We had no warning, we couldn't even grab our wands. I was dragged to the formal dining room where Bellatrix was crucio-ing Mother. When they stopped torturing her, the Dark Lord turned to me. He told me that because Father had failed him, that I was to be punished. I thought they were going to torture me like they had Mother, use the Cruciatus curse on me until I was drooling mess. But the Dark Lord had something else in mind.'

'Draco,' interrupted Severus quietly. 'You don't have to tell him this part.'

'I do,' said Draco numbly. 'Potter is the only one who can offer us refuge sir, you said so yourself. And for him to do that, we need him to trust us, and he won't if I hold back.' Draco looked at Potter, who looked back at him calmly. 'Potter,' he said evenly, 'I don't tell you this to gain your sympathy or your pity. I'm doing this for my Mother, she needs to be protected. Do you understand?'

'Even though I grew up without a mother, I do,' said Harry softly. 'The muggles I stay with are not my family in anything other than name, Sirius,' he had to stop for a moment, his voice spluttering out. 'Sirius is gone, the Weasleys are the closest thing I have left in regards to family now, and I would do anything for them. So while I do not fully understand the love you have for your mother, know that I know how you would do anything for the ones you love.'

Draco nodded at him, knowing that Potter wouldn't pity him for what he was about to reveal. He took a deep breath and rolled up his left sleeve, exposing the dreadful wound which, thanks to Severus, was now just a deep scar. 'This is what the Dark Lord did to me,' he growled. 'This is how he saw fit to punish my worthless father, who wasn't even there to witness his own disgrace.'

Harry leant forwards for a better look. It was a nasty scar, that much was true, but he didn't understand the big deal. He frowned. He had scars too afterall.

'Potter,' said Severus softly. 'Did Professor Lupin ever tell you what happened to him as a child?'

Harry frowned. What did that have to do anything?

'He told me his father had angered a werewolf,' said Harry slowly, 'I don't remember the werewolf's name, but,' he trailed off, his eyes widening in understanding. 'Malfoy? Is that? Did Voldemort set a werewolf on you?'

Neither Severus nor Draco shuddered at Voldemort's name, but Harry didn't notice. He was now staring at the scars on Draco's arm and chest, the blonde had opened his shirt while Severus had asked Harry about Lupin.

'Yes Potter,' Draco said softly. 'Voldemort had Fenrir confined to the cellars that night. It was the full moon, and he was fully transformed. The Dark Lord threw me to the wolf, literally, and after I was bitten he 'saved' me and they all laughed and left me bleeding and unconscious on the floor with my mother. She called Mimsy and we escaped that night. Unknown to us at the time, Mimsy returned to the Manor after bringing us here to Severus to try to get our wands for us. She managed to get my school trunk but was discovered before she could get our wands. She saw the deatheaters snap our wands and her back was cut open before she managed to escape. Severus and Mother healed her, and now we can never return home.'

Harry sat back, watching as Draco covered his scars again, processing everything he had heard. Malfoy seemed genuine in his wishes to protect his mother, and oddly calm about his new werewolf status.

Severus was called back to the dining room, and with a warning for the two teens to behave, he swept from the room.

'Well, Potter?' asked Draco after they'd sat in silence for a few minutes.

'Yes?' asked Harry evenly.

'Aren't you going to say anything?'

'I'm thinking,' said Harry, standing to pace the room. He thought better when he was moving. 'I have some questions.'

'Of course. Ask away.'

'First, will you and your mother return to your father when he gets out? Because let's face it, he won't be in Azkaban forever, one way or another he will get out.'

'No,' said Draco firmly. 'Even if he gets out, we're done with him. I overheard Mother telling Severus her plans to divorce him as soon as possible. With father in Azkaban, she'll get everything but the Malfoy family vault, which will be transferred in my name and locked until I'm 21, and she won't even have to fight for the divorce.'

'Alright,' said Harry, returning to his pacing. 'What about Voldemort? Will you ever serve him?'

'Even before he set his pet werewolf on me, no, I would never have served him. Despite what I have had to project over the years, I do not believe in blood purity and all that rubbish. I mean come on, you're friends with Granger, if being a pureblood really meant that you have more magic than muggleborns, how does that explain her? She's a wonderful witch, possibly the best in over a century.'

Harry blinked at that admission. If Malfoy meant what he had just said, then how could he not trust him?

'And what about your mother?' he asked.

'My mother shares my beliefs,' confirmed Draco. 'While Father tried to raise me to be like him, Mother was the one who succeeded in raising me right. She was forced into marrying him by her father right out of school. She never wanted to get messed up in all this Dark Arts business.'

'Alright,' said Harry, stopping his pacing. He stood in front of Malfoy. 'Then I guess there's only one thing left to do.' Draco stood, unsure at the tone of Potter's voice.

Harry smiled at him, a true, warm smile, and held out his hand. Draco looked at him in confusion.

'Hello,' Harry said. 'I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you.'

Draco grinned, recognizing what Potter was doing. He grasped Potter's hand firmly in his own. 'Hello,' he said. 'Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you.'

The two boys grinned at each, and burst into laughter.

'Well then, Draco,' said Harry, still smiling. 'I guess you and your mother better pack your things so I can show you around Grimmauld Place.'

The group of three adults and two teenage boys apparated to the dank street, and Harry gave Draco and Mrs Malfoy a slip of paper to read.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix can be found at number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Draco frowned, about to ask what this was all about, when Harry pointed at the space between numbers 11 and 13 where a house was beginning to form. Draco grinned as number 12 came into view. Of course it was protected by the Fidileus Charm.

Harry led the way into the house, gesturing for them all to be quiet as they entered the hallway. Draco tripped on the troll's foot umbrella stand and the curtains on the wall ripped open and Walburga Black's screeches filled the air.

'Blood traitors! Filth! Defilers! Get out of my house!' She continued to scream obscenities at them all as Severus and Harry wrestled the curtains shut around her once more and she fell into blessed silence.

'What the hell was that?' demanded Draco once they entered the kitchen.

'That,' declared Narcissa dryly, 'Was my great aunt Walburga. Even in death she is a miserable old bitch.'

Harry laughed and agreed with her. He led them on a tour of the house, warning them against entering certain rooms and apologizing for the state of the place. Narcissa waved his apologies away, saying that with his permission she would get the house into order in no time. Harry agreed, if only so the place wouldn't be so damn depressing. He cautioned them against entering Walburga's old bedroom, explaining how Sirius had kept a hippogriff in there to spite the woman. Draco laughed when he found out said hippogriff was in fact Buckbeak, the one who had slashed his arm open in third year. He admitted that it was his own fault, and that he tried to get his father to drop the charges.

Harry set Narcissa in a clean bedroom that Hermione and Ginny had shared last year, and Draco in the room that he and Ron had shared.

'Where's your bedroom Harry?' asked Draco as he was placing his things on the bed to unpack later.

'Well, this was the room I stayed in last time I was here,' said Harry.

'Wait, then where are you staying now then?' asked Draco as Harry showed him the attached bathroom and warned him about the mirror which had a tendency to sass those who looked in it.

'I have to go back to Private Drive,' Harry sighed. 'To my muggle relatives,' he explained upon seeing Draco's confused look. 'Dumbledore insists.'

'But this is your house, isn't it? Why aren't you staying here?'

'Because Mister Potter has no one to supervise him over the summer except his muggle family,' said Dumbledore from the doorway. 'Come Harry, it is time to return you home.'

'Oh, but sir,' protested Harry. 'Can't I stay just a bit longer? Please?' Begged Harry. He really didn't want to return to the Dursleys' not now and not ever. But the headmaster didn't listen and insisted it was time for him to return.

Draco frowned, something wasn't right here. But until he had more information he couldn't do anything. He and Harry said goodbye, and Draco promised to write and let Harry know when he would be going to Diagon Alley to procure a new wand for himself and his mother. Narcissa promised to come and get Harry so he could come with them. Dumbledore couldn't say no to that, so long as Harry returned to Number 4 afterwards.

Harry,

We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Mother and I will come and collect you around 9.30 tomorrow morning, be ready.

Draco

Harry grinned, he was going out tomorrow, which mean that he wouldn't have to clean Dudley's room afterall. He grabbed a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen and write a quick reply in the affirmative to Draco and sent it back with Draco's eagle owl. Hedwig was out hunting and would return by dawn. Harry laid out his best clothes ready for the morning and went to bed.

At precisely 9.30 the next morning, Harry was dressed and waiting by the front door. The Dursleys were still eating breakfast, breakfast that Harry had prepared and not been allowed to eat. They were ignoring him and he them. The doorbell rang, and Harry opened the door before they could react. He smiled at Mrs Malfoy and grinned at Draco.

'Harry dear, are you ready?' asked Narcissa, peering over his shoulder to where she could see Vernon approaching. 'If you wish to finish your breakfast with your family, we can wait.' She said politely, smiling prettily at the muggle man before her.

'He isn't any family of ours,' growled Vernon, pushing past Harry to see who was at the door. 'Who the ruddy hell are you?' he said rudely.

Narcissa frowned, what had she done to insult this man? 'Hello sir, I'm Narcissa Malfoy, and this is my son Draco. We're here to collect Harry here for a day out. Didn't he tell you?' She frowned at Harry who winced from a backhand from his uncle.

Draco growled and pushed forwards only to be held back by his mother.

'Boy, how dare you give out this address to more freaks? I warned you last time what would happen if more of your lot came around here.'

'I'm sorry Uncle Vernon,' said Harry. 'But I thought you would prefer if I were out of the house for as long as possible this summer.'

Vernon turned purple, thinking. While yes it was preferred for the boy not to be around, he also didn't want him to have a good time.

'Oh just let him go Vernon,' huffed Petunia. 'You know its always better when he's gone.'

Harry ducked under Vernon's arm and outside before the fat man could say no, and Narcissa and Draco followed him down the front path, Draco turning to sneer at the fat muggle once more.

'Harry, are you alright?' asked Narcissa as they neared the park where they would meet the Knight Bus, she and Draco still didn't have wands to apparate. She was worried about the boy, his family seemed like horrible people.

'I'm fine Mrs Malfoy,' Harry said with false cheer. 'Don't worry about it. What's the plan for today?' He asked, changing the subject.

Narcissa purse her lips, but went with the flow. 'Well, after we arrive in Diagon, Draco and I will be going to Olivander's to get new wands, then I'll be heading to Gringotts to finalize the divorce and settle the vaults. While I do that, you and Draco are free to roam, but do not leave the alley and do not enter Knockturn.'

'Oh no need to worry Mrs Malfoy,' Harry hastened to reassure her, 'I once ended up in Knocturn by mistake, floo mishap, and I never want to go there again.' He shuddered at the memory.

'Don't worry Mother,' Draco said. 'You know I hate the place. Father used to drag me there,' he explained to Harry. 'It always gave me nightmares as a child.

They waited in the park for the Knightbus to return. It had dropped Narcissa and Draco off earlier and had promised to return at 9.45 for them. At 9.47am, it appeared with a bang and, unnoticed by any muggles, the three of them boarded the bus and with a jolt were off.

'Harry dear, you don't have to come in,' said Narcissa as they drew closer to Olivander's. 'I know it will be dreadfully boring.'

'Actually Mrs Malfoy,' Harry said. 'If you and Draco don't mind, I'd love to observe as you get your new wands today. I find wandlore really interesting.'

'Oh, well then in that case, please do accompany us.'

The bell above the door jingled, and Mr Olivander poked his head around the corner. 'It's not time for the first years to be getting their wands,' he said to himself out loud. He was used to being alone afterall. 'How can I help you today?' he asked.

'Hello Mr Olivander,' said Narcissa warmly. 'I'm afraid that both Draco and I require new wands. There was an, incident, last week, which I do not want to discuss, but during said incident, both of our wands were snapped.'

'Oh my, this is terrible, but no matter, no matter, I can easily pair you both with another wand. yes, yes, let's see. Mr Potter, are you also in need of a new wand?' Harry jumped, he hadn't expected to be addressed so abruptly.

'Uh, no sir,' he said while Draco sniggered into his hand. 'My wand is fine. Though I will buy one of these jars of wand polish when you're done with Mrs Malfoy and Draco.'

Mr Olivander had already moved off into the stacks, his magical tape measure going around Narcissa, much to her annoyance. He came back just as Draco was grabbing it away from her head. He snapped his fingers, and the tape measure fell to the floor.

'Damn thing gets more excited with every customer,' the old wandmaker muttered. 'Try this my dear, it's similar to your last wand which may not be the right match for who you are now, but we'll see.'

The wand he handed Narcissa was quickly whipped out of her grasp, and muttering, he passed her another, and another. The fourth he passed her, a long applewood wand with a dragon heartstring core*, sent a shower of silver sparks through the air.

'Excellent, excellent!' clapped Mr Olivander. 'And now for Mr Malfoy! Step forward young man.'

The tape measure came alive again, and began to measure Draco as Mr Olivander bustled off amongst the stacks again. Draco sighed as the tape measure began to measure all sorts of things on his body, from his arms and fingers to his eyebrows and the space between his eyes and mouth.

Just as Draco was about to try to snatch the damn thing out of the air again, Mr Olivander returned with a stack of boxes and sent the tape measure back to its place on his workbench.

'Alright Mr Malfoy, try this one for me will you?'

The wand Draco took sent a gust of strong wind across the room, throwing his mother's hair into disarray. Mr Olivander snatched it back and thrust another forwards. This one shattered a vase of dried flowers with a sharp jolt of lightning. The third shattered the chair Harry was sitting on. Wincing, Draco apologized. Harry shrugged it off and settled next to Narcissa on the window sill. She smiled at him and erected a shield around them. Draco hung his head in shame but lifted it as Mr Olivander returned with a new stack of wands in boxes and a big grin.

'I do love difficult customers,' he said as he handed yet another wand to Draco. 'Try this young man.' This latest wand scorched the left side of Mr Olivander's goatee off his face. The old man chuckled and simply handed Draco another.

This continued for nearly an hour, wand after wand piling up around Draco. Mr Olivander disappeared further into the stacks and returned with a pale pink box which he handed to Draco. Harry smothered a giggle into his hand, trying to disguise it as a cough as Draco glared at him.

Draco examined the box, it had Japanese characters down one side. He looked at Mr Olivander questionably.

'I made this wand when I was still an apprentice,' the wand maker explained as he opened the box. 'I was in Japan, where I met a wand master of great renown. He was impressed enough with my work to teach me how to make a wand from the Sakura, or cherry, tree.** I only made a few of these wands, the wood is difficult to work with. I haven't been able to find a match for any of them yet, but I figured there was no harm in trying. He passed Draco the wand, and as soon as Draco touched it he knew this was the one for him.

The wand emitted a sparkling trail of soft, pale pink petals which vanished into gold sparks before the touched the floor. He raised the wand above his head and waved it in a gentle circle, flower petals dancing around him.

'Wonderful! Simply wonderful!' Marveled Mr Olivander, tears in his eyes as he watched Draco.

Narcissa lowered the shield around her and Harry and they both stepped forwards to examine Draco's new wand.

'Your new wand Mr Malfoy contains a unicorn hair core, as long as you care for it and treat it well it will remain faithful to only you.'**

Narcissa thanked the old man and handed over the requested money. Harry paid for his wand polish and the three left the store. Narcissa gave Draco a pouch of money, and told them she would meet them outside the ice cream parlor in precisely two hours.

A little background on Narcissa and Draco's new wands. All the following information comes from the Pottermore site, the only original content is the combination of wood and core. I personally find wandlore fascinating, so you can probably expect more of that in future stories.

*Narcissa's wand: Applewood with dragon heartstring. From Pottermore: Applewood wands are not made in great numbers, They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an Applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners, who include the celebrated author of Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to their Language and Customs, Dylan Marwood. As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change their allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

**Draco's wand: Sakura/Cherry with unicorn hair. From Pottermore: This very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power, most highly prized by wizarding students of the school is Maoutokoro in Japan, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel from their minds that the pink blossom of the living tree makes for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand, for cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, but if teamed with dragon heartstring, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind. Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is the least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.