Chapter Name: Order of the Phoenix

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"Sir?" Draco asked. "The answer?"

Dumbledore looked at the young man sitting before him. "Yes, Draco. It might cost your life and you may think that you won't make a difference, but every person counts in these times. You must swear your allegiance and your sincerity before I explain to you. Do you swear to fight against evil in any way possible, at the risk of your life?"

Draco closed his eyes and thought about what Dumbledore said. The thunder roared outside and lightning highlighted the features on Draco's face, making him look ten times older.

Drcao thought if he would give his life to save the world. There was nobody in the world he cared about, except Ford and maybe Tempest. His grandfather was somebody he cared for too.

"Would I die to save those three people?" Draco thought. "Would I live and have my father die? He may not care for me, but he has raised me."

Then a new voice woke with a start in Draco's head. "He only raised you for an heir!" It scolded him.

"Not you again..." Draco moaned to the little voice. "Can't you leave me alone?"

The voice sighed. "Fine. If you need me I'll be going through all of your tragic memories in the attic of your brain."

"Good." Draco thought bitterly. "Remind yourself of my whole life."

"What?" Dumbledore asked mildly, chewing thoughtfully on a lemon drop.

"Oh! Did I say that out loud?" Draco asked surprised.

"You said 'Remind yourself of my whole life.'"

"Oh sorry. I was just...thinking..."

The room fell into silence again.

"Sir?" Draco asked after a moment. "What will my punishment be? For being a Death Eater I mean."

Dumbledore put down his bag of lemon drops and looked contemplative for a moment.

"If you agree to the oath and become one of us there will be no punishment...except your conscience."

"So...no Azkaban? No Dementors?"

"Only your conscience."

After about half an hour at war with himself, Draco finally decided that he did not to go to Azkaban. Why it took him so long to realize he did not know.

Draco looked up from his hands and faced Dumbledore. The old man was snoozing soundly.

"This is your chance to run!" Draco's annoying little voice had awoken again. "Put the memory curse on him and run to Hogsmeade!"

Draco considered this. "Why run though?"

"Because, you idiot, if Voldemort finds out you've turned you'll be dead. If you join this-this thing, you might die. If you run...you're safe."

"What about Snape?" Draco thought to himself. "Is he in this thing? Or is he loyal?"

Whilst Draco was thinking this to himself Dumbledore smiled very slightly. He had put a spell on himself and Draco that let him see into Draco's mind. Just to make sure he was telling the truth.

Then Dumbledore heard Draco ask himself. "Should we-I wake him up?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes. "That won't be necessary Mister Malfoy." He said calmly.

Draco gulped. "How-I mean-I didn't say that aloud again did I?"

"No Mister Malfoy. I have been reading your mind. I am glad that you did not run though or I would have to send the Aurors after you."

Then Dumbledore said a weird incantation. "There." He said mildly. "The spell is off. I won't be listening to your thoughts now."

Draco thought for a moment. Had he said - thought - anything that would offend Dumbledore? Draco was slightly angry. His thoughts were his own! That old man didn't have the right to look into his mind!

Draco sighed. This was too confusing! Should he curse Dumbledore and run? Should he join this thing and risk his life to save others? He didn't want to go to Azkaban. And he didn't want to be caught by Voldemort.

Then Draco's mind drifted to his mother and grandmother and a strong surge of hatred erupted for the Dark side. His mother killed by associating with the Dark side. His grandmother killed because she suspected the Dark side in her temporary home.

"I'll do it." Draco said without another thought.

Dumbledore looked up from his lemon drop, surprised. What had triggered that immediate response?

"You'll do it." Dumbledore said carefully, more like a statement than a question.

"Yes." Draco said firmly.

"Right then." Dumbledore said, putting his never ending bag of lemon drops in a desk drawer. "Listen to me carefully. By swearing your allegiance you are agreeing to become a member of the Order of the Phoenix. This alliance was created in the time of the Founders. Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor believed that any form of Dark Arts should be taught at Hogwarts. Rowena Ravenclaw believed in defense against the Dark Arts. Salazar Slytherin, however, wanted the students to learn the Dark Arts. 'Those who know the Art will be able to fight it.' He said. The other Founders were against this. They said that if the knowledge of the Dark Arts was put into the hands of the wrong student it could be fatal to all.

"So Salazar reluctantly agreed not to teach the Dark Arts. Godric, Helga, and Rowena all agreed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Just in case Salazar tried anything funny. When the first batch of students came in for their First year at Hogwarts, most of them were sorted into Slytherin. They all had an ambition to be powerful. So Salazar began the Order of the Dragon for all of those students who wanted to be powerful. Its purpose was to train young wizards and witches in the Dark Arts. It was kept secret of course. The meetings were held in the Chamber of Secrets.

"When the other Founders found out about this they were furious. They knew that they could not destroy the Order of the Dragon because it was too powerful, so they began the Order of the Phoenix, an association to fight against the Dark Arts. Death Eaters are part of the Order of the Dragon. You are about to become a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will be a spy for the Light Side, against the Dark Side. You will go to all the meetings and report back to me. Professor Snape is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. If you have any questions you can talk to him. Got all that?"

Draco was in a daze. That was a lot to remember. But he nodded his head. "Yessir. I do."

"Good." Dumbledore said clapping his hands together. "Now. We need to figure out sleeping arrangements for you until all of the students get back. Would you like to sleep in the Slytherin dorms? Or maybe..."

"Maybe what Sir?" Draco asked curiously.

"There is a grand room behind a portrait of Salazar Slytherin on the fifth floor. Perhaps you would like to sleep there?"

"Of course Sir. May I see it?"

"Yes, yes follow me." Dumbledore said briskly, striding out of the office.

Draco ran to catch up to the Headmaster, falling into step with him as he drew nearer.

They walked up two floors and past the statue of Boris the Bewildered ("My brother!" Dumbledore had exclaimed when they walked past it.). Then they turned left and went down a dark corridor. Then after about ten minutes of walking down the corridor they stopped at a portrait of Salazar Slytherin.

"Pureblood." Dumbledore murmured to it. The portrait Salazar nodded and swung forward revealing a beautiful room.

A grand mahogany king sized bed leaned against the center wall. A chestnut fireplace was on the left wall. A magnificent bookshelf covered the whole right wall. The carpet was a rich shade of hunter green. The bedspread was a slightly lighter shade than the carpet. The bottom half of the walls was pine and the top half was the same color as the carpet. Cozy black chairs were scattered throughout the room with lamps hanging over them. A door led to what Draco guessed what was a bathroom. Sure enough, when Draco went to explore it, a grand bathroom to rival the prefect's was through the solid oak door. A pair of French doors led to a magnificent balcony with a Jacuzzi and a bar run by house elves.

"Would you like to stay here?" Dumbledore's voice broke through Draco's trance.

"Y-yes sir." Draco said. None of the rooms in his mansion were even CLOSE to this grand. Except maybe the library. As Draco looked around he noticed a refrigerator filled with some kind of Muggle drinks in cans.

"Okay," Dumbledore said. "I'm sure your luggage will arrive tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night Sir." Draco said

Dumbledore strode out of the room.

Draco threw himself onto the bed.

"Time to start a new life." He murmured to himself before falling into a sound sleep.

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HII! Long time no see! I realized that I am NOT going to finish this by the time book 5 comes out, but oh well. Sorry for the lack of updates...I haven't been feeling like writing lately... : ( Sorry!