A/N: Well, well, well, will you look at that.. I happened to get reviews..cool.. I'll say my own special thanks now, I guess.

Evil Lady- Thank you and yea sorry about the whole symbol thing, I'm trying to fix it. Hopefully I did already.

GaBrIeLa- Thank you and I am not sure as to whether or not make this a slash yet. And I'll be sure to keep at it.

Sio's Death- Why, thank you. And I haven't seen any stories with this plot either.

^Malfoy Manor: Draco 's Room^

It was not fair, not even for a Slytherin. Draco let out a hate filled snarl at the door. For a month, he had been locked in his room and he was getting deathly sick of it. He was having the worst summer of his life and it was all Voldemort's fault.

With his anger mounting higher and higher as he thought of how the Dark Lord had came and told him why he was trapped like an animal. The conversation he had with the Dark Lord replayed in his head ..

~*~ Flashback ~*~

Once again Draco found himself at his chess set, admiring the black knight. He had grown found of that particular chess piece, it was supposed to be a symbol of the brave daring knight, and yet it was the color black which was most symbolic for evil or mysterious. Almost like that of a Slytherin, the cunning that were made to be evil but really not all were, it was just some of the Slytherins got a little too ambitious.

A popping sound snapped him out of his thoughts. With his gray eyes he looked at Voldemort. Without a minute more he stood up and bowed from the waist.

Amused, Voldemort watched him. Draco was too proud to get down on his hands and knees, even if it was to the most feared wizard. But, oh, how Voldemort wanted to break the proud Slytherin, just like he did with the boy's father.

"Ah, Draco. You have grown into quite the young man" Voldemort said, well more like hissed out, but we'll say said for the mean while.

Still bowed to the waist, Draco mumbled "Thank you M'lord"

"Stand up straight, Draco" Draco obeyed "I hear you have been wondering about why I have kept you here"

A little hesitant Draco shifted to one foot to another "Well, yes M'lord. I just don't understand"

Circling the young Malfoy, not that unlike a vulture, Voldemort grinned nastily "I won't bother lying to you, what's the point?" He stopped right in front of Draco "You're here because I want to break you"

At Draco's confused look he continued "Yes, I know you are a loyal follower but I just can't help wondering.for how long? You're too proud, you need to be controlled as all dangerous dragons do"

A flicker of hatred burned through Draco's eyes as Voldemort once again continued "I won't start with my torture, just yet. But don't fret, we'll start soon enough"

Voldemort moved away and looked down at the chess set "I will come back in about two months or so. You better be ready for what you will face or you may not live"

That last sentence rang through Draco's head even after Voldemort had left.

~*~ end flashback ~*~

Another snarl left Draco's lips, break him? Hn, as if Voldemort could. Not everything about Draco was spoiled, his father had taught him to deal with pain, he could handle it.

Once again his thoughts were interrupted by a popping sound, it was only the house elves. Then it hit him like a bullet, not that Draco knew what a bullet was.

Quickly he called the house elf before it could leave "Tibbs!"

The house elf turned to him, afraid "Yes, Master Malfoy?"

"I need you to do something for me" as if an afterthought that could help he reluctantly added "Please"

It worked, the house elf seemed please and the poor thing kept bowing "What would you like Master?"

"I need you to go and deliver a letter" Draco said as he grabbed a quill and parchment and started quickly writing down something.

"To whom Master?" Tibbs asked as Draco sealed the letter and handed it to him.

Draco thought for a minute. Who could he possibly send it to? Without knowing who he said "Send it someone in the Order, anyone in the Order of the Phoenix"

With a nod Tibbs popped out of the room leaving Draco by himself. The young Malfoy then sat down and ate the dinner Tibbs had brang him, he hoped his little plan worked..it would be a shame if it didn't.

^A cabin in the woods^

Remus Lupin stared at the house elf that had appeared in his home. The elf then disappeared without a word, leaving a letter in Remus' hands. Without much further ado Remus opened the letter.

-Dear Order of the Phoenix,

I have been, unfairly, trapped inside my own room. I will give you some information about Voldemort if you will help me. I know that after reading this you will think it's a trap, please don't be an idiot. I need to get out of here.

Draco Malfoy-

After reading the letter over and over, Remus shook his head. It had to be a trap or at least something. How could he believe something like that? Remus went back to making tea, he could be trusting but not that trusting.

^Back at Malfoy Manor^

Unfortunately for Remus, Draco had figured that they would not believe him. So there he was, writing many more letters. His current pile was 10 and he had already just sent Tibbs off with one ..

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Yea Yea I know, the letter was totally lame. Sorry. Alright I need you guys to review and to answer this. Shall I make this into a slash????