Title: Redemption
chapter: 2/?
Rating: Pg 13 (for now)
Warnings: Slash in later chapters.
Parings: DM x HP (others tbd)
archive: www.fanfiction.net under Abby Maxwell
www.foreverfandom.com under Abby Maxwell
AN: To those who reviewed, thanks much! I do intend to continue this, since it's been bubbling around in my brain since
it's conception. I put a lot of work into this, hence it taking so long. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do and did
writing it. ( so you don't have to like it to much since it became a pain in the ass to write!) JA!
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Harry lead Draco down to the parking lot once he'd finished up the paper work. Draco blinked.
"What's this?" The blond young man sneered as he eyed Harry's car.
"It's a car Draco. Muggles use them. It's how I get around." Draco sneered again, and kicked the tire.
"Why not just apparate?" Harry sighed, shaking his head. He pulled open the driver side door and slipped in
unlocking the other doors. The sound of the
locks releasing caused Draco to jump.
"Get in the car Draco." Draco opened the door, slid into the car and closed it softly behind him. Harry
started it Up- and they made their way home. It was about a twenty minute drive from the Ministry building to Harry's
little suburban home, but the traffic was horrible and the drive took more then an hour, the
better part of two; but the company in the car, made the trip seem much much longer. Draco didn't speak to Harry, nor Harry
to Draco. They just sat there in silence. An uncomfortable silence that was so thick it almost seemed palatable. "So...how
are you Draco? I mean...we haven't seen each other since--"
"Oh my life's been peachy keen and cobbler! Running from authorities, run out of my home." Draco folded his
arms and continued to brood from his side of the car. Harry glanced over as he again stopped the car, stuck in gridlock.
"Draco listen, we can't work together if-"
Again Harry was cut off by a glare from the crystal eyed man. "Shut it Potter. I don't need your sympathy.
You ruined my life." Draco hissed, narrowing his steely gaze. His look held so much hatred that Harry actually flinched
from it. "I was doing fine, then you had to go and RUIN it all."
"Fine? That's what you call doing fine? Draco, you were evil! You worked for evil personified! How could you
call that 'doing fine'?" Harry shouted, slamming his hands on the wheel.
"I was doing fine on my own! I didn't need you to play hero like you always do!" The blond shouted.
"He was going to kill me! Then all of you. What was I supposed to do? Let you go ahead and kill me!?" He
froze, when Draco stiffed. Those were words
that hadn't been spoken for 26 years. Emerald and crystal locked in a cold fusion, one afraid, one angry. Regret and sorrow
mixed in there somewhere. "Draco, I...."
"Don't Harry...." Draco just looked away, his eyes returning to gaze out the window listlessly. "Just
don't."
The rest of the ride home was filled with uncomfortable silence. Both Harry and Draco being left to their
thoughts, they both seemed to travel back to that day. That horrid, cold December night.
~Flashback~
Harry stood in the middle of the Quiddich pitch, gazing up at the moon. He was bundled up tight, and had his
broom in hand. He knew he was braking a dozen school rules by being out this late but he just need to get away from the
school for a while. The order had been choking him down, everyone always spying on him, asking him if he was alright. They
still fussed over him over Sirius's death. It was two years ago, and yes it hurt, but he was getting over it, moving on. He
knew Sirius wouldn't want him to stop living because of this.
Heaving a sigh, he mounted his broom. So enwrapped in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice a group gathering
beneath him. There had been no attacks yet this year, no attempts on his life, no sign that anything was going to happen.
Personally, Harry thought Voldermort had given up, but this was not the case. Once a significant number of people had
gathered below him, Harry was brought down. How he couldn't remember, but all Harry knew was that one minute he was as free
as a bird, and the next he was flat on his back surrounded by men in dark cloaks. There was a familiar chuckle somewhere
in the sea of black, and Luscious Malfoy's face came into his range of vision.
"Well well well...what have we here? Fallen off your broom Potter?" The elder Malfoy sneered. "You shouldn't
have been out here Potter. There could be,"
He kicked Harry hard in the ribs. "People that would want to harm you." He reached down and pulled Harry to his feet. Harry
knew that his wand was gone, and that he couldn't call for help. Mr. Malfoy dragged Harry to the center of the pitch, and
threw him down. Harry couldn't move his legs, couldn't move his arms. Then out of the woods, came a snapping sound like
someone walking over sticks. Voldermort emerged, his snake like head whipping around to glare down at Harry. He raised his
hand and a smaller member of the gathered group stepped out and over to Voldermort. He knelt to one knee and Voldermort
threw off the smaller person's hood to reveal it was Draco. Harry was a little shocked but not to much to see the blond
Slytherin kneeling before Voldermort. His snake eyes turned to Mr. Malfoy,who nodded and summoned Draco back to his side.
"Alright Draco. Go ahead." With a nod, Draco came to stand in front of Harry. Harry blinked up at him, wondering what it was
that he was givin permition to do.
"Potter, you should have accepted my hand in our first year. Then this all could have been avoided." Draco
whispered. The blond turned to Voldermort.
"My lord, I was thinking. Why don't you deal the final blow? As my gift to you." He bowed his head, and Voldermort grinned,
and pat the blond on the head.
"Good boy Draco." He hissed, and Harry saw Draco flinch softly under the pat and hiss. But his mind was torn
away from the feeling of betrayal. He looked up at Voldermort who was grinning evilly. Something else had distracted him,
Harry's eyes followed Voldermort's gaze and saw that it was staring behind him. He turned quickly to see the members of the
order, along with Ron and Hermione, standing there. All were watching him, knelt before Voldermort, holding his ribs. Harry
looked back up at Voldermort, who's twisted face was making a sort of sadistic grin. "Perfect...." He whispered as he raised
his wand....
~End Flashback~
Harry shook his head, banishing the images called forth by the words. He turned away from Draco.
"Lets just leave the past behind us ok? Start anew." He whispered, as he turned back at the now moving
gridlock. Draco nodded silently and they continued
on their way home.
AN: Ok....so it's not that long, but it is significant. I had to throw in what happened at the beginning. It didn't even
make sense to me, and I wrote it! So there you are, this is what happened moments before and the explanation to why the
tables have turned on Draco! Read and Review.
chapter: 2/?
Rating: Pg 13 (for now)
Warnings: Slash in later chapters.
Parings: DM x HP (others tbd)
archive: www.fanfiction.net under Abby Maxwell
www.foreverfandom.com under Abby Maxwell
AN: To those who reviewed, thanks much! I do intend to continue this, since it's been bubbling around in my brain since
it's conception. I put a lot of work into this, hence it taking so long. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do and did
writing it. ( so you don't have to like it to much since it became a pain in the ass to write!) JA!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry lead Draco down to the parking lot once he'd finished up the paper work. Draco blinked.
"What's this?" The blond young man sneered as he eyed Harry's car.
"It's a car Draco. Muggles use them. It's how I get around." Draco sneered again, and kicked the tire.
"Why not just apparate?" Harry sighed, shaking his head. He pulled open the driver side door and slipped in
unlocking the other doors. The sound of the
locks releasing caused Draco to jump.
"Get in the car Draco." Draco opened the door, slid into the car and closed it softly behind him. Harry
started it Up- and they made their way home. It was about a twenty minute drive from the Ministry building to Harry's
little suburban home, but the traffic was horrible and the drive took more then an hour, the
better part of two; but the company in the car, made the trip seem much much longer. Draco didn't speak to Harry, nor Harry
to Draco. They just sat there in silence. An uncomfortable silence that was so thick it almost seemed palatable. "So...how
are you Draco? I mean...we haven't seen each other since--"
"Oh my life's been peachy keen and cobbler! Running from authorities, run out of my home." Draco folded his
arms and continued to brood from his side of the car. Harry glanced over as he again stopped the car, stuck in gridlock.
"Draco listen, we can't work together if-"
Again Harry was cut off by a glare from the crystal eyed man. "Shut it Potter. I don't need your sympathy.
You ruined my life." Draco hissed, narrowing his steely gaze. His look held so much hatred that Harry actually flinched
from it. "I was doing fine, then you had to go and RUIN it all."
"Fine? That's what you call doing fine? Draco, you were evil! You worked for evil personified! How could you
call that 'doing fine'?" Harry shouted, slamming his hands on the wheel.
"I was doing fine on my own! I didn't need you to play hero like you always do!" The blond shouted.
"He was going to kill me! Then all of you. What was I supposed to do? Let you go ahead and kill me!?" He
froze, when Draco stiffed. Those were words
that hadn't been spoken for 26 years. Emerald and crystal locked in a cold fusion, one afraid, one angry. Regret and sorrow
mixed in there somewhere. "Draco, I...."
"Don't Harry...." Draco just looked away, his eyes returning to gaze out the window listlessly. "Just
don't."
The rest of the ride home was filled with uncomfortable silence. Both Harry and Draco being left to their
thoughts, they both seemed to travel back to that day. That horrid, cold December night.
~Flashback~
Harry stood in the middle of the Quiddich pitch, gazing up at the moon. He was bundled up tight, and had his
broom in hand. He knew he was braking a dozen school rules by being out this late but he just need to get away from the
school for a while. The order had been choking him down, everyone always spying on him, asking him if he was alright. They
still fussed over him over Sirius's death. It was two years ago, and yes it hurt, but he was getting over it, moving on. He
knew Sirius wouldn't want him to stop living because of this.
Heaving a sigh, he mounted his broom. So enwrapped in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice a group gathering
beneath him. There had been no attacks yet this year, no attempts on his life, no sign that anything was going to happen.
Personally, Harry thought Voldermort had given up, but this was not the case. Once a significant number of people had
gathered below him, Harry was brought down. How he couldn't remember, but all Harry knew was that one minute he was as free
as a bird, and the next he was flat on his back surrounded by men in dark cloaks. There was a familiar chuckle somewhere
in the sea of black, and Luscious Malfoy's face came into his range of vision.
"Well well well...what have we here? Fallen off your broom Potter?" The elder Malfoy sneered. "You shouldn't
have been out here Potter. There could be,"
He kicked Harry hard in the ribs. "People that would want to harm you." He reached down and pulled Harry to his feet. Harry
knew that his wand was gone, and that he couldn't call for help. Mr. Malfoy dragged Harry to the center of the pitch, and
threw him down. Harry couldn't move his legs, couldn't move his arms. Then out of the woods, came a snapping sound like
someone walking over sticks. Voldermort emerged, his snake like head whipping around to glare down at Harry. He raised his
hand and a smaller member of the gathered group stepped out and over to Voldermort. He knelt to one knee and Voldermort
threw off the smaller person's hood to reveal it was Draco. Harry was a little shocked but not to much to see the blond
Slytherin kneeling before Voldermort. His snake eyes turned to Mr. Malfoy,who nodded and summoned Draco back to his side.
"Alright Draco. Go ahead." With a nod, Draco came to stand in front of Harry. Harry blinked up at him, wondering what it was
that he was givin permition to do.
"Potter, you should have accepted my hand in our first year. Then this all could have been avoided." Draco
whispered. The blond turned to Voldermort.
"My lord, I was thinking. Why don't you deal the final blow? As my gift to you." He bowed his head, and Voldermort grinned,
and pat the blond on the head.
"Good boy Draco." He hissed, and Harry saw Draco flinch softly under the pat and hiss. But his mind was torn
away from the feeling of betrayal. He looked up at Voldermort who was grinning evilly. Something else had distracted him,
Harry's eyes followed Voldermort's gaze and saw that it was staring behind him. He turned quickly to see the members of the
order, along with Ron and Hermione, standing there. All were watching him, knelt before Voldermort, holding his ribs. Harry
looked back up at Voldermort, who's twisted face was making a sort of sadistic grin. "Perfect...." He whispered as he raised
his wand....
~End Flashback~
Harry shook his head, banishing the images called forth by the words. He turned away from Draco.
"Lets just leave the past behind us ok? Start anew." He whispered, as he turned back at the now moving
gridlock. Draco nodded silently and they continued
on their way home.
AN: Ok....so it's not that long, but it is significant. I had to throw in what happened at the beginning. It didn't even
make sense to me, and I wrote it! So there you are, this is what happened moments before and the explanation to why the
tables have turned on Draco! Read and Review.