TITLE: Coming Down, 3: Off Investigating
RATING: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: - *indicates thought*
- All of the revealing spells Harry uses are Latin words for reveal or inform or make clear etc. Except for the Revelo, that was just so everyone got what he was trying to do.
- Thanks to everyone who reviewed
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"What was that?"
"For the last time Malfoy, I didn't hear anything. You're imagining things."
Draco frowned. He could have sworn he heard something.
"Now shut-up, I have to disarm the guards around the house so we can get in."
Draco shivered and shuffled his feet impatiently, he and Harry were outside Hermione's house. *Why did I suggest we come play detective? It's fucking freezing* Draco had an uneasy feeling as well. Like they were being watched, it didn't help that he kept hearing things.
Draco jumped, "What the hell was that"
"For fuck's sake Draco there is nothing out there. Come on lets hurry up and get inside." They crept in the front door, careful to watch their step.
"Lumos" Draco muttered holding out his wand. The place looked like a war zone. He could see into the living room, the furniture was all over the place. He could see pieces of what used to be a couch, half a cushion lay by his foot. Draco grinned at Harry.
"Who would have thought Miss Super-Organised lived in a pigsty"
"Ha-Ha Malfoy, come on let's look for clues."
"I don't know what you expect to find that the Auroras didn't."
"People can be careless, someone who didn't know Hermione mightn't know what to look for."
"Wasn't Ron with them?"
Harry snorted, "Ron? He was completely oblivious to the fact Hermione even liked him until she got sick of waiting for him to make a move and jumped him after we won the Quiditch cup in 6th year."
Draco started laughing, he could just imagine the look on Ron's face.
He stopped suddenly, "Potter," Harry looked up from where he'd been examining the wall. "I know you're sick of me saying this, but did you hear THAT?"
"Malfoy, have you ever heard of a little thing called, paranoia."
"I'm being serious"
"So am I"
*Maybe Harry's hearing is impaired, to many knocks to the head. Quiditch, Voldemort, things like that have to take their tole. * Draco sighed and moved towards into the kitchen. *I wonder if Hermione's got any butterbeer*
He opened a cupboard and something attacked him. It had attached itself to his face and he could feel claws digging in, piercing flesh. Draco started screaming and grabbed at it, trying to release it from his face.
"Crookshanks! Get off Draco!"
Draco managed to loosen some limbs and he flung it from his face. A flash of orange fur flew from the kitchen faster than a cheetah.
"What the fuck was that"
"Hermione's cat"
"It's a monster!"
Harry smirked, "Why don't you go find where he ran off to, if the Death Eaters shoved him in a cupboard he might be covered in clues"
"I've got a better idea, how bout you go find the cretin and I'll go find some antiseptic." Draco stomped out of the kitchen and started up the stairs. *Bloody cat, as if I didn't have enough scratches*
He was opening a door for a bathroom when he heard a creak on the stairs. He spun around but couldn't see anything. Quickly he pressed himself up against the wall, and cut the lights. There was someone else in the house.
He started edging along the wall his hand fumbling for a doorknob. He heard another creak, it was closer now. Whoever it was must be invisible, hopefully that hadn't seen him yet. Draco's mind was going a million miles an hour. *A death eater back looking for something? A death eater looking for me?*
He started moving more quickly his pulse racing. He could hear the other person's footsteps now. *If a death eater catches me with Harry my cover will be blown* Draco shuddered to think what they'd do to him if he was found here. The footsteps kept advancing, his hand closed over a doorknob, he turned it, the door jammed.
*Come on, come on* The footsteps were closing in, they'd be upon him in seconds. The darkness couldn't hide him if he was right in front of them. Beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead. The time to hesitate was through. Draco slammed his shoulder against the door and it burst open. Quick as a flash he was in the room, he slammed the door shut and fell against it. He waited, straining his ears to hear what was going on the other side of the door.
Nothing happened. No one slammed against the door, no hexes hit it. Draco frowned. He was starting to think Harry might be right about the paranoid thing. He opened the door and stepped smack bang into Harry.
"Fuck Potter! You scared the shit out of me"
"Malfoy, what were you doing in Hermione's bedroom?"
"I don't know Potter maybe it's the panty snffer in me! I was hiding you git! There is someone else in this house"
"How do you know?"
"I heard them!"
"Did you see them?"
"No, they must be invisible, they're hiding!"
"Oh really?" Harry looked up and down the corridor, he pointed his wand "Revealo!" The corridor remained empty. "Aperio." Nothing happened. "Oh this mystery person must be very powerful, Ostendo!" Still nothing. "Ponere! Edoceo!"
Draco sighed, what the hell was wrong with him? There was no one there. At least one of those spells should have flushed someone out, or let them know someone had been there.
"So why am I all of the sudden the most paranoid man on earth?"
"It's a side effect of the Venenum"
"And you couldn't have told me this before I gave myself a heart attack?"
"I thought you knew!"
"And I would have known how? I can't remember this in any of the potions texts!"
"Well you're the one who took it!"
"I thought it was pretty clear I didn't know…"
A loud echoing crack stopped Draco mid sentence. Someone had just apparated downstairs. Both Harry and Draco started moving cautiously down the corridor.
"Harry! Harry it's Ron! I know you're here you triggered an alarm" Harry visibly relaxed and quickly moved down the stairs.
"Ron I'm by the stairs! How did you know it was me?" Draco started moving slowly after him. *I wonder if Ron knows I'm here as well* Draco wasn't sure how Weasly would react to him.
"Oh Hermione's got this cool security system that alerts you when a familiar appearance appears in the house and we hacked into…" Ron stopped abruptly as he reached the stairs and saw Draco. "Malfoy."
Draco nodded at him, "Weasley" Ron turned to Harry.
"What is HE doing here?"
"I wasn't aloud to leave him alone remember"
"So you brought him with you!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Having to be around Harry was bad enough but if Ron was going to stick around he'd knock himself out.
"So why are you here Weasley?" Ron glared at Draco as he moved down the stairs to stand in front of him, they stood at almost the same height.
"The same thing could be said for you Malfoy"
"Hey! I'm on the side of all that is good and just now. So you," Draco waggled his finger at Ron, he glared back, "Better play nice."
"Or what? Like you said you're on the side of good now"
"Well you know me, I don't like playing by the rules" Ron stepped closer to him, they were practically nose to nose.
"Why don't you put your wand where your mouth is?"
"So sure you could take me Weasley?"
"Ok guys" Harry stepped between them. "Time out!" Draco was sending an absolutely fearsome glare at Ron, he started moving at him again but Harry stopped him, moving him back from Draco. "We're trying to find out where Hermione is not to fight old feuds!"
Ron crossed his arm and looked sulky, Draco stuck his tongue out at him and gave him 'na-ni-na-ni-na-na' look.
"Alright fine." Ron uncrossed his arm but continued to look sulky. "The reason I'm here, officially anyhow, is to tell you to get back to take care of Draco. Seeing as he's with you I can't see the harm in telling them that you agreed completely and apparated home."
Harry grinned, "And unofficially?"
"Unofficially I'm here to tell you were running background checks on a known Death Eater hideout in Manchester, on Drummond Street, there's was some activity there last night and we're looking into it. If you were to check it out, discreetly of course, I'm sure no one would need to know."
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Draco was laughing, hysterically actually. *Oh man this stuff is fantastic* He was rolling around on the grass. He got up, his head was swimming, he was aware of all the eyes on him. The entire party was out here watching him.
Swiftly he launched a kick into the muggle who lay on the ground by him. The man screamed in pain. Draco was sure he must have broken a rib. Whatever was going on with him was very unstable. At times tonight he'd felt horrible but right now he was elated. He was strong, stronger than any normal man and he demonstrated it by picking up the muggle and throwing him into a tree.
A distance voice told him he shouldn't have done that, and as guilt filled him the drug took over again, making him laugh louder. Feel better. He was above it now. Pain, emotion, all he felt was instinctive. He could hear the people around them, feel them, smell them. It was exhilarating.
"Father! Remind me to get you some of this for Christmas!" The death eaters around him laughed. Someone threw him a switchblade.
"Make the muggle bleed!" The crowd went wild around him. Blood, blood was life, and he had the power to take it.
Suddenly the crowd went silent. Draco stopped laughing and looked away from where the muggle lay. The crowd parted and a figure in a black hooded robe moved to stand in front of him. He threw back his hood, and Draco shuddered involuntarily at what stood before him. Voldemort, red eyes surveyed him and all thoughts left Draco's mind. He was shocked back to reality like someone had slapped him. All the blissful effects from the drugs disappeared. He was suddenly aware how he must look. The muggles blood splattered him, his hair no longer slicked back, instead it hung in front of his eyes. He must have looked a right mess.
"So this is your son, Lucius?" His father stepped from the crowd.
"It is Lord."
"It's good to see him providing such, entertainment for the guests" His eyes never left Draco.
"I aim to please Lord." Voldemort smiled.
"Everyone chase that muggle" Draco turned to see that the man had gotten up and was currently hobbling off as best he could down the grounds. "I have something to discuss with our young Draco here, privately." Draco gulped, privately? The crowd was thinning, someone started a war cry, the chase was on. Suddenly they were alone. Draco bowed his head subserviently.
"You haven't received the dark mark yet, have you Draco?" Draco knew it wasn't really a question, Voldemort marked all of his followers personally. He didn't know if he could have answered anyway, he was practically shitting himself. "Why is that my boy?" Draco knew the answer to this one, his father asked it often enough.
"There were certain things I needed to learn, things that books about can only be found in a certain school library."
"Ahh, a thirst for knowledge then? A man after my own heart." Draco could have almost sighed with relief.
"You see Draco, I have a little job for you, but it is rather risky. And the only way I can give it to you is if I know what exactly you were doing at graduation." Draco's heart was thumping against his rib cage so hard it hurt, graduation, he wanted to know what he was doing at graduation?
"I wasn't in the fight Lord"
"As a certain number of people have reported, and why is that"
"Blaise Zabini said he wouldn't watch me fight for the wrong side, he then bound and left me in the common room. I was foolish, I let my guard down because he was a Slytherin." Draco watched as Voldemort took in this information. He didn't know if what to expect.
Voldemort broke into a grin, "Why Draco this is just wonderful" Draco was surprised.
"It is?"
"Why of course, you see, I want you to do something for me Draco. I want you to join the Dumbledoor's side. I want you to befriend your worst enemies, and I want you to do it so you can become a spy, for me."
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"Malfoy are you ok" Draco looked up to see Harry and Ron staring over him.
"What happened?"
"You fainted" Harry gave Ron a look.
"You blacked out" Draco looked at Ron and Harry, the memory of last night fresh in his mind. "Just another side effect you should be fine, at least your not trying to kill me right now."
"Listen I've got to go but owl me when you find out something Harry." Ron apparated out of the room. Draco couldn't take his eyes off Harry, *what the hell have I gotten myself into now*
"Malfoy why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ahh sorry, didn't realise I was." Harry gave him a funny look. Draco's was so confused, *I thought I'd asked Dumbledoor to be a spy for their side? How could I do that if I didn't have the dark mark? And how could I spy on them if I don't? So why no dark mark?* Draco started rubbing his temples, this was giving him a headache.
"Ahh, so are we going to this Death Eater hideout or what?"
"No"
"No? And why is that?" Harry handed him a piece of torn parchment, on at it's tip was half a crest and below that a few words in calligraphy, 'Your invited t' and there it was ripped. Draco stared at the crest.
"This is the Malfoy crest!"
"I know, I found it in the cupboard Crookshanks was in"
"This is part of an invitation to the party my father had last night" Draco looked up at Harry. "Why didn't you tell Ron about this?"
"Think about it Malfoy, the Auroras would just cut us out of the investigation and I have with me the only person on our side who knows everything there is to know about Malfoy Manor."
Draco almost started laughing. If he really was spying for Voldemort this was going to be the easiest job ever, he'd deliver Harry Potter right into their hands.
"So your saying we're going to my home now? Potter I don't even remember if last night I left the house quietly or if I made a scene. Do you really think it's safe?"
"Listen we're just going to take a quiet look around that's all. No harm no foul, it won't be the least bit dangerous"
*How the hell has Harry lived so long if he takes risks like this* Draco couldn't help but notice the reckless look in Harry's eyes.
"Look, I know you have to be careful but I wouldn't risk it if I didn't think we could do it."
Draco looked at Harry, *Oh if only you knew*. His home had become a haven for wanted death eaters and Voldemort would most certainly be there. He knew he couldn't deny Voldemort if he stood before him again. That much was clear when he had spoken to him last night. The Dark Lord was as powerful as his parents had always told him, and he wasn't the least bit strong enough to resist.
RATING: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: - *indicates thought*
- All of the revealing spells Harry uses are Latin words for reveal or inform or make clear etc. Except for the Revelo, that was just so everyone got what he was trying to do.
- Thanks to everyone who reviewed
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"What was that?"
"For the last time Malfoy, I didn't hear anything. You're imagining things."
Draco frowned. He could have sworn he heard something.
"Now shut-up, I have to disarm the guards around the house so we can get in."
Draco shivered and shuffled his feet impatiently, he and Harry were outside Hermione's house. *Why did I suggest we come play detective? It's fucking freezing* Draco had an uneasy feeling as well. Like they were being watched, it didn't help that he kept hearing things.
Draco jumped, "What the hell was that"
"For fuck's sake Draco there is nothing out there. Come on lets hurry up and get inside." They crept in the front door, careful to watch their step.
"Lumos" Draco muttered holding out his wand. The place looked like a war zone. He could see into the living room, the furniture was all over the place. He could see pieces of what used to be a couch, half a cushion lay by his foot. Draco grinned at Harry.
"Who would have thought Miss Super-Organised lived in a pigsty"
"Ha-Ha Malfoy, come on let's look for clues."
"I don't know what you expect to find that the Auroras didn't."
"People can be careless, someone who didn't know Hermione mightn't know what to look for."
"Wasn't Ron with them?"
Harry snorted, "Ron? He was completely oblivious to the fact Hermione even liked him until she got sick of waiting for him to make a move and jumped him after we won the Quiditch cup in 6th year."
Draco started laughing, he could just imagine the look on Ron's face.
He stopped suddenly, "Potter," Harry looked up from where he'd been examining the wall. "I know you're sick of me saying this, but did you hear THAT?"
"Malfoy, have you ever heard of a little thing called, paranoia."
"I'm being serious"
"So am I"
*Maybe Harry's hearing is impaired, to many knocks to the head. Quiditch, Voldemort, things like that have to take their tole. * Draco sighed and moved towards into the kitchen. *I wonder if Hermione's got any butterbeer*
He opened a cupboard and something attacked him. It had attached itself to his face and he could feel claws digging in, piercing flesh. Draco started screaming and grabbed at it, trying to release it from his face.
"Crookshanks! Get off Draco!"
Draco managed to loosen some limbs and he flung it from his face. A flash of orange fur flew from the kitchen faster than a cheetah.
"What the fuck was that"
"Hermione's cat"
"It's a monster!"
Harry smirked, "Why don't you go find where he ran off to, if the Death Eaters shoved him in a cupboard he might be covered in clues"
"I've got a better idea, how bout you go find the cretin and I'll go find some antiseptic." Draco stomped out of the kitchen and started up the stairs. *Bloody cat, as if I didn't have enough scratches*
He was opening a door for a bathroom when he heard a creak on the stairs. He spun around but couldn't see anything. Quickly he pressed himself up against the wall, and cut the lights. There was someone else in the house.
He started edging along the wall his hand fumbling for a doorknob. He heard another creak, it was closer now. Whoever it was must be invisible, hopefully that hadn't seen him yet. Draco's mind was going a million miles an hour. *A death eater back looking for something? A death eater looking for me?*
He started moving more quickly his pulse racing. He could hear the other person's footsteps now. *If a death eater catches me with Harry my cover will be blown* Draco shuddered to think what they'd do to him if he was found here. The footsteps kept advancing, his hand closed over a doorknob, he turned it, the door jammed.
*Come on, come on* The footsteps were closing in, they'd be upon him in seconds. The darkness couldn't hide him if he was right in front of them. Beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead. The time to hesitate was through. Draco slammed his shoulder against the door and it burst open. Quick as a flash he was in the room, he slammed the door shut and fell against it. He waited, straining his ears to hear what was going on the other side of the door.
Nothing happened. No one slammed against the door, no hexes hit it. Draco frowned. He was starting to think Harry might be right about the paranoid thing. He opened the door and stepped smack bang into Harry.
"Fuck Potter! You scared the shit out of me"
"Malfoy, what were you doing in Hermione's bedroom?"
"I don't know Potter maybe it's the panty snffer in me! I was hiding you git! There is someone else in this house"
"How do you know?"
"I heard them!"
"Did you see them?"
"No, they must be invisible, they're hiding!"
"Oh really?" Harry looked up and down the corridor, he pointed his wand "Revealo!" The corridor remained empty. "Aperio." Nothing happened. "Oh this mystery person must be very powerful, Ostendo!" Still nothing. "Ponere! Edoceo!"
Draco sighed, what the hell was wrong with him? There was no one there. At least one of those spells should have flushed someone out, or let them know someone had been there.
"So why am I all of the sudden the most paranoid man on earth?"
"It's a side effect of the Venenum"
"And you couldn't have told me this before I gave myself a heart attack?"
"I thought you knew!"
"And I would have known how? I can't remember this in any of the potions texts!"
"Well you're the one who took it!"
"I thought it was pretty clear I didn't know…"
A loud echoing crack stopped Draco mid sentence. Someone had just apparated downstairs. Both Harry and Draco started moving cautiously down the corridor.
"Harry! Harry it's Ron! I know you're here you triggered an alarm" Harry visibly relaxed and quickly moved down the stairs.
"Ron I'm by the stairs! How did you know it was me?" Draco started moving slowly after him. *I wonder if Ron knows I'm here as well* Draco wasn't sure how Weasly would react to him.
"Oh Hermione's got this cool security system that alerts you when a familiar appearance appears in the house and we hacked into…" Ron stopped abruptly as he reached the stairs and saw Draco. "Malfoy."
Draco nodded at him, "Weasley" Ron turned to Harry.
"What is HE doing here?"
"I wasn't aloud to leave him alone remember"
"So you brought him with you!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Having to be around Harry was bad enough but if Ron was going to stick around he'd knock himself out.
"So why are you here Weasley?" Ron glared at Draco as he moved down the stairs to stand in front of him, they stood at almost the same height.
"The same thing could be said for you Malfoy"
"Hey! I'm on the side of all that is good and just now. So you," Draco waggled his finger at Ron, he glared back, "Better play nice."
"Or what? Like you said you're on the side of good now"
"Well you know me, I don't like playing by the rules" Ron stepped closer to him, they were practically nose to nose.
"Why don't you put your wand where your mouth is?"
"So sure you could take me Weasley?"
"Ok guys" Harry stepped between them. "Time out!" Draco was sending an absolutely fearsome glare at Ron, he started moving at him again but Harry stopped him, moving him back from Draco. "We're trying to find out where Hermione is not to fight old feuds!"
Ron crossed his arm and looked sulky, Draco stuck his tongue out at him and gave him 'na-ni-na-ni-na-na' look.
"Alright fine." Ron uncrossed his arm but continued to look sulky. "The reason I'm here, officially anyhow, is to tell you to get back to take care of Draco. Seeing as he's with you I can't see the harm in telling them that you agreed completely and apparated home."
Harry grinned, "And unofficially?"
"Unofficially I'm here to tell you were running background checks on a known Death Eater hideout in Manchester, on Drummond Street, there's was some activity there last night and we're looking into it. If you were to check it out, discreetly of course, I'm sure no one would need to know."
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Draco was laughing, hysterically actually. *Oh man this stuff is fantastic* He was rolling around on the grass. He got up, his head was swimming, he was aware of all the eyes on him. The entire party was out here watching him.
Swiftly he launched a kick into the muggle who lay on the ground by him. The man screamed in pain. Draco was sure he must have broken a rib. Whatever was going on with him was very unstable. At times tonight he'd felt horrible but right now he was elated. He was strong, stronger than any normal man and he demonstrated it by picking up the muggle and throwing him into a tree.
A distance voice told him he shouldn't have done that, and as guilt filled him the drug took over again, making him laugh louder. Feel better. He was above it now. Pain, emotion, all he felt was instinctive. He could hear the people around them, feel them, smell them. It was exhilarating.
"Father! Remind me to get you some of this for Christmas!" The death eaters around him laughed. Someone threw him a switchblade.
"Make the muggle bleed!" The crowd went wild around him. Blood, blood was life, and he had the power to take it.
Suddenly the crowd went silent. Draco stopped laughing and looked away from where the muggle lay. The crowd parted and a figure in a black hooded robe moved to stand in front of him. He threw back his hood, and Draco shuddered involuntarily at what stood before him. Voldemort, red eyes surveyed him and all thoughts left Draco's mind. He was shocked back to reality like someone had slapped him. All the blissful effects from the drugs disappeared. He was suddenly aware how he must look. The muggles blood splattered him, his hair no longer slicked back, instead it hung in front of his eyes. He must have looked a right mess.
"So this is your son, Lucius?" His father stepped from the crowd.
"It is Lord."
"It's good to see him providing such, entertainment for the guests" His eyes never left Draco.
"I aim to please Lord." Voldemort smiled.
"Everyone chase that muggle" Draco turned to see that the man had gotten up and was currently hobbling off as best he could down the grounds. "I have something to discuss with our young Draco here, privately." Draco gulped, privately? The crowd was thinning, someone started a war cry, the chase was on. Suddenly they were alone. Draco bowed his head subserviently.
"You haven't received the dark mark yet, have you Draco?" Draco knew it wasn't really a question, Voldemort marked all of his followers personally. He didn't know if he could have answered anyway, he was practically shitting himself. "Why is that my boy?" Draco knew the answer to this one, his father asked it often enough.
"There were certain things I needed to learn, things that books about can only be found in a certain school library."
"Ahh, a thirst for knowledge then? A man after my own heart." Draco could have almost sighed with relief.
"You see Draco, I have a little job for you, but it is rather risky. And the only way I can give it to you is if I know what exactly you were doing at graduation." Draco's heart was thumping against his rib cage so hard it hurt, graduation, he wanted to know what he was doing at graduation?
"I wasn't in the fight Lord"
"As a certain number of people have reported, and why is that"
"Blaise Zabini said he wouldn't watch me fight for the wrong side, he then bound and left me in the common room. I was foolish, I let my guard down because he was a Slytherin." Draco watched as Voldemort took in this information. He didn't know if what to expect.
Voldemort broke into a grin, "Why Draco this is just wonderful" Draco was surprised.
"It is?"
"Why of course, you see, I want you to do something for me Draco. I want you to join the Dumbledoor's side. I want you to befriend your worst enemies, and I want you to do it so you can become a spy, for me."
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"Malfoy are you ok" Draco looked up to see Harry and Ron staring over him.
"What happened?"
"You fainted" Harry gave Ron a look.
"You blacked out" Draco looked at Ron and Harry, the memory of last night fresh in his mind. "Just another side effect you should be fine, at least your not trying to kill me right now."
"Listen I've got to go but owl me when you find out something Harry." Ron apparated out of the room. Draco couldn't take his eyes off Harry, *what the hell have I gotten myself into now*
"Malfoy why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ahh sorry, didn't realise I was." Harry gave him a funny look. Draco's was so confused, *I thought I'd asked Dumbledoor to be a spy for their side? How could I do that if I didn't have the dark mark? And how could I spy on them if I don't? So why no dark mark?* Draco started rubbing his temples, this was giving him a headache.
"Ahh, so are we going to this Death Eater hideout or what?"
"No"
"No? And why is that?" Harry handed him a piece of torn parchment, on at it's tip was half a crest and below that a few words in calligraphy, 'Your invited t' and there it was ripped. Draco stared at the crest.
"This is the Malfoy crest!"
"I know, I found it in the cupboard Crookshanks was in"
"This is part of an invitation to the party my father had last night" Draco looked up at Harry. "Why didn't you tell Ron about this?"
"Think about it Malfoy, the Auroras would just cut us out of the investigation and I have with me the only person on our side who knows everything there is to know about Malfoy Manor."
Draco almost started laughing. If he really was spying for Voldemort this was going to be the easiest job ever, he'd deliver Harry Potter right into their hands.
"So your saying we're going to my home now? Potter I don't even remember if last night I left the house quietly or if I made a scene. Do you really think it's safe?"
"Listen we're just going to take a quiet look around that's all. No harm no foul, it won't be the least bit dangerous"
*How the hell has Harry lived so long if he takes risks like this* Draco couldn't help but notice the reckless look in Harry's eyes.
"Look, I know you have to be careful but I wouldn't risk it if I didn't think we could do it."
Draco looked at Harry, *Oh if only you knew*. His home had become a haven for wanted death eaters and Voldemort would most certainly be there. He knew he couldn't deny Voldemort if he stood before him again. That much was clear when he had spoken to him last night. The Dark Lord was as powerful as his parents had always told him, and he wasn't the least bit strong enough to resist.