Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but all new characters and new spells and enchantments all belong to me. The plot is also mine too.

The Proposition

What have I supposed to have done this time?" Harry asked.

"Where do you get off giving people like you our phone number?! So far you've given it to a Ron Weasley, and now to a man who says he's the headmaster of your school!! How dare you! We took you in out of the goodness of our hearts,"

"Bull," Harry thought, grimly.

"Feed you, clothe you and now, you are giving out our phone number! WHERE DO YOU GET OFF?!?!?!?!"

"I didn't! I only gave the number to Ron, and I'm sure he's forgotten all about it, and how to use a phone as well."

Just then the front door flew open and in walked one of the worst things that could ever happen to Harry.

Draco Malfoy and his father Lucius came into the Living Room, wands pointing at Harry.

"Well, well. The Master will be pleased." Said Lucius in a hard cruel voice.

Harry gasped, the Dursley's whiled round. "How you know where I live? No one knows! Not even my friends! How the hell did you find out?!?!"

Draco laughed. "It was very easy, wasn't it, Father? If you know where to look." Draco and Lucius laughed a very cruel laugh.

Harry glared at Draco. "Well? Where did you look then?"

"In a Muggle Phone book of course! Where else?" Draco mocked.

"How do you know what a Phone Book is?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"What? Just because we are pure wizards that goes back to the times of Merlin, doesn't mean we shut ourselves out of the Muggle world." Lucius explained.

Harry snorted. "Bull," he said.

"Why, we need to learn about Muggle communication so we can choose either which Mudblood or Muggle will die."

Harry's eyes flashed angrily. "Don't call them that!" How dare you! If you must know if wizards didn't marry Muggles then we would have become extinct. Surely you must realise that!"

Draco snorted. "Yeah right!"

Meanwhile the Dursleys were looking at the Malfoys with fear. Finally Uncle Vernon spoke up. "What are you going to do with us?"

The Malfoys looked at Uncle Vernon with contempt as if they couldn't believe a Muggle would be addressing them. Finally Lucius spoke in a voice of mock sympathy and very patronising as if he was talking to a person who doesn't know how to add 2+2, "Nothing at this very minute. We weren't looking for you Muggle. We were looking for Harry. We have a proposition for Harry. If Harry doesn't do what we ask then we would be forced to kill you."

Draco smiled evilly at Harry who sighed. He hated his Uncle and Aunt and especially Dudley, but he didn't want them dead. "What do you want me to do?" he asked wearily.

"We want you to join us in trying to get Dumbledore." Draco explained.

"What?! I would rather die first than let Voldemort take over Hogwarts!!!" Harry replied furiously.

"Voldemort?" Lucius replied puzzled. "Who said anything about him?" Lucius began to laugh a horrible, cruel, laugh. Draco joined in too. Harry jumped in surprise. The Dursleys looked happy at the thought of escaping Death.

"If you're not working for Voldemort, then who are you working for?" Harry asked, Puzzled.

"Grindelweld." Draco answered.