Chapter 2- Voldy did What?

I awoke to the sight of the same people who were in the dungeon surrounding me on a bed in a place I didn't recognize. I was no longer chained, but I had no idea what had came to be after I had fainted in front of the Boy who lived. I looked around at faces of people I pretended to hate during my school years and moved to sit up, but someone stopped me.

"You shouldn't try to sit up, your wounds might reopen." A girl with brown curly hair was speaking and I knew who she was even though she had mellowed down the curls. Hermione Granger. She was a very nice girl that threw a great punch that I can still remember. I have never been able to tell this girl that she is much too good for Hogwarts and probably would have done better in a different school. I felt guilty for all the pain I caused her to suffer, but I couldn't change that now.

I remained laying down trying to see if I could find something familiar in the room that I was in, and nothing looked like something I had seen before.

"Where am I?" I asked still groggy from sleep.

"For everyone's safety I can't tell you, but I can tell you that no one should be able to find you. We aren't sure we should trust you Malfoy, but we are willing to help you heal at least."

I remembered what happened and flinched feeling the left-over bruises. I also felt the pull of a strange force, but decided to ignore it for the time being. It was then that I heard shouting coming from below us.

"Harry! Are you trying to get us all killed?! He's a death eater's son and could very well be one himself! What if it was a trick for us to take him so that they'd have a spy? I mean, bloody hell, he could be just waiting to kill us!"

"Ron, I know that, but no parent would just sit by and let this happen for a year without a reason, and personally I don't think that is the reason."

They argued till the door to the room I was in opened and I saw two more people I have tormented. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Of course, Harry Potter had to save me from death's door, or Fathers whip whichever comes first. Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, who saved us all when he was just a baby, the boy who's story I had heard a million times before I actually met him, and the boy who was so eye catching that I felt the feeling of falling in love. I was such an idiot though and loss any chance at being friends with him when I insulted his new friend.

They both stopped talking when Granger shut them up.

"Will you two both stop yelling he might have a headache and you could be making it worse." They stopped talking and she continued. "Now, Malfoy care to tell us why you have been missing for a year."

"It's been a year?"

"You didn't know?"

"Well no… But, oh well it doesn't matter now. I will tell you but you must listen all the way through with no questions till the end all right?"

"Yes, we understand."

I recounted my story from the beginning telling them everything I could remember. It wasn't anything good, but it was something. As soon as I finished I looked at the three of them in complete silence. I took this time to admire Harry. His green eyes were so bright and brilliant that no emerald would stand a chance against it in comparison. His hair, even though it was rugged, was a beautiful black that framed and curled around his face perfectly. I was jealous of his friends who could put a smile on the face of his. Harry's voice broke my admiration.

"So, Voldemort wanted to put into action an old curse on your family and see what it does."

"Yes."

Weasley talked too. "If it's the curse I think it is then, Harry, he's lucky to be alive."

Granger asked a question. "What curse is that?"

"I don't know Hermione, what it does is different for every pureblood family, but the process is torture for a really long time till it goes into effect. The amount of time for torture depends on the individual because you have to break them completely. Bloody hell, Harry why'd you have to bring him here?"

"Look at him Ron, he would've died down there at least now he can help us since he probably knows Voldemort's plans."

I watched as they talked amongst themselves not listening to them when I felt the pull get stronger. I didn't know why this was happening but I had a feeling that I had to do something.

"I may not know his plans, but I know enough about that monster to outsmart him. I will help you win this war and all I ask for in return is my safety and a chance for redemption."

"Redemption? What are you getting redemption for?"

"Potter, I… it doesn't matter I know why and no one else need to know."

"Let us talk about it together before we make our choice about that Malfoy."

"Very well." They left me in the room alone and the pull of magic I felt earlier was duller then before. I put a hand to my stomach where the pull was and wondered what was going on with me.

This was how I was no longer at a loss, but now had no clue what was going to happen next. I fell asleep wondering what my fate be.