Note: There are just a few things you need to know about his universe before starting. Dumbledore is EVIL, Voldemort is GOOD. If this bothers you, don't read it. Second, James Potter is ALIVE, and Lily is MISSING. Just one more thing: what does the word broke suggest to you?

PROLOGUE

Draco Malfoy dodged the curses thrown at him, jumping behind the dead tree. Beyond the broken down stone wall stood members of the Order, laughing.

"Come out, boy," Arthur Weasly said loftily, his voice ringing out in darkened sky. Draco tensed, knowing he was caught. If he tried to run, he could not escape their on coming curses in the wide field of dead grass. The last leaf fell from the tree and he caught it in his right hand. It had given in just like he had and thrown itself to death. Gently he laid it down beside the tree. Perhaps this was a sign that there was hope for him. Taking a deep breath, hand clenched around his wand, Draco came out from behind the tree.

"Come and get me," the 16-year-old challenged, raising his wand. The three older men smiled cruelly. Arthur Weasly, Sirius Black, and James Potter were Dumbledore's best men. Draco never had a chance, but he did get in a few good curses. Sirius ended up with a large gash across his forehead.

Once they were sure hew as unconscious the three walked over and James picked him up, flinging him like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Arthur snorted disdainfully.

"I don't see why we couldn't kill me," Weasly said spitting at the dead tree.

"Because Dumbledore said he might be useful," Sirius said irritably, wiping the blood away from his eyes.

"I can't think of how this runt could be useful," Arthur muttered, casting a dark glance at Sirius.

"Well it doesn't matter what you think, does it?" James snapped. "Come on, Dumbledore want him before morning." The three headed back to where they had placed a portkey to Grimmwauld.

CHAPTER 1

"They've taken him," Severus reported grimly. Voldemort's eyes hardened.

"I feared as much," he said heavily.

"Oh Draco," Hermione whispered. "I told you not to go. I warned you."

"So Malfoy was taken?" Harry snarled. "Good. The bastard got what he deserved. My dad will make sure of it."

"Shut up!" Severus hissed.

"You still don't understand, Harry," Hermione said desperately

"Don't talk to me," Harry said coldly. Hermione turned away as if he had slapped her, but of course he couldn't have because he was tied to a chair. After his capture, the teenage Potter had proven to be just like his father, thus posing a threat to Voldemort and his followers. All four of them, Harry included, were in Riddle Manor's living room. A fire crackled in the fireplace, warming up to the chilled air. Ever since Dumbledore's take over, everything had become cold, cold and lifeless. Warmth was cherished among the resistance, but the Order used it lavishly, just as they wasted light, which was equally if not more precious.

"Sir, do you wish me to contact Lucius?" Severus asked with difficulty. Lucius was Severus's best friend and Draco was like the son he never had. He was not looking forward to telling Lucius his soon had been captured, everyone in the resistance knew capture meant torture and almost certain death. Voldemort knew his follower's pain so he replied," I could do it, if you wish."

"No," Severus shook his head. "I should."

"Be strong," Voldemort put his hand on Severus's shoulder. Their eyes met and Severus nodded, then he was gone to Malfoy Manor.

"You think you're being noble, don't you?" Harry said suddenly, sounding harsh. "You think you're saving the wizarding world. Well, keep telling yourself that, 'cause no one else believes it. You're evil, you're murderers, and you are proud of that. Dumbledore will stop you, he will make sure you pay."

"I know you're upset, Harry," Voldemort said, looking at his young captive. "But you need to hear the truth."

"No," harry spat. "I refuse to be brainwashed by you, I won't!"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said sadly. "Why are you being so difficult? I'm your best friend, don't you trust me?"

"You are no friend of mine," Harry said coldly, spitting at her.

"Perhaps we should let him cool down," Voldemort said quietly. Hermione nodded, looking at Harry meaningfully, then left with Voldemort.

* * * * * * * * * At Grimmwauld Place * * * * * * * * *

Draco was slowly slipping into consciousness when he felt a cool compress being placed onto his head. Groggily, he cracked open an eye and saw two red-haired look-alike males.

"Hey mate," one said. "How are you feeling?"

"Bad," Draco managed to say before beginning to cough. The second young man held his head and forced a potion into his mouth. He spluttered and swallowed, nearly choking in the process.

"Thanks," he said weakly as the potion took effect. Then he remembered where he was and all the suspicion and mistrust that he had gained over his short lifetime returned.

"Whyare youme?" Draco struggled to say.

"Take it easy mate," the first twin said. "We're not entirely sure what they hit you with. Don't want any unpleasant surprises, now do you?" Draco stared at him. It seemed that these two actually wanted to help him. But why

One of the twins held up a card: it was a joker.

"No," Draco gasped.

"Yes," the one with the card said. "I'm George, and this is Fred. We're-"

"The joker," Draco said disbelieving as his condition would allow. They nodded.

"And as the rebel's spy," Fred said quietly. "We couldn't let one of the best agents die."

"Now get some sleep," George instructed. "We'll be back later." And they left quietly as Draco drifted off to sleep, too much going through his mind to process.

* * * * * * * * * *

Percy waited impatiently in the shadows of the house. If Fred and George didn't hurry up, he could be spotted and he didn't need that for a problem. He waited a few more minutes and was ready to leave when they came up one both sides of him.

"Well?" Percy demanded quietly.

"He's hurt pretty bad," Fred reported grimly. Percy scowled deeper, clenching his hands. Percy could still remember Fudge warning him about Dumbledore's plan to take over, but Fudge was dead now and Percy wished he had listened sooner (next chapter this will be explained betterpromise, other things too, but for now just get the general idea of what is happening).

"We're not sure what spells hit him," George continued, his eyes dark. "So it's difficult to help him."

"Will you be able to?" Percy asked seriously.

"We think so," Fred replied. "But we'll need sometime."

"How long?" questioned Percy.

"A month," George said, sighing.

"All right," Percy said. "I'll go tell the allegiance and be back at the end of the week to help." The allegiance was the code name for Voldemort and his death eaters.

"Good luck," George said. Percy nodded and apparated to Riddle Manor. Fred and George heard someone coming up to the front door and they knew soon Draco would be questioned. In other wordstortured.

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