"The Merging of Ways"
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Spoilers: This is my own version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Summary: Draco Malfoy betrays his own family to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Chapter One: Hidden Secrets
The Malfoy Manor was dead silent, save for the soft sound of footsteps treading through the dim corridors that seemed to have no end, stretching on into the darkness.
Draco Malfoy had resided in the Malfoy Manor for exactly fifteen years, and he had yet to unveil the many secret passageways, and rooms that composed the large mansion. And that time of discovery started now.
The Manor was empty of any living beings except for himself, and the house- elves that lurked in the shadows, awaiting his orders. The good thing about house-elves was the fact that they would do anything for their masters. And right now, Draco wanted to be left alone.
He came to a halt in front of golden-knobbed door, and he smartly snapped his fingers. A house-elf scurried out from behind a sculpture of one of his ancestors, trembling from head to toe in terror.
"Dante, I don't want anyone bothering me until," he checked his silver Rolex (apparently Draco adored designer Muggle things) "5:00 p.m." That gave him an hour of foraging his father's office. Dante nodded fearfully, and vanished from his sight.
After Voldemort's rising that had taken place during the Triwizard Tournament in his fourth year at Hogwarts, a number of Aurors had gotten their hands on his father, and had him incarcerated in Azkaban. Lucius had made no protest at his imprisonment, satisfied at the fact that he had proved his loyalties to the Dark Lord, whom, according to the rumors was currently in hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Narcissa, on the other hand, was trying her best to get her husband out of Azkaban. And the only time she was in the house was to catch a few hours of sleep, eat a bit, and she would disappear again. It was either she was with her friends wasting her money, or she was at the Ministry of Magic, bribing officials.
A part of him was ashamed of his parents, but another part of him was proud of the kind of blood running through his veins. Pure blood. The Malfoys were one of the most respected, or rather, feared for families in the wizarding world, and it gave Draco a sense of superiority and power that he enjoyed.
'But none of that matters now," Draco thought with a grimace. Ever since his birth, his father had high hopes of his son following in his footsteps. Becoming one of Voldemort's loyal followers. Becoming a pride in his father's eyes. A Death Eater. 'And look where you are now, father.' Draco thought in disdain. If he followed Lucius' footsteps, he was bound to end up in Azkaban. And that was one of the many reasons on why Draco did not want to be a Death Eater.
He shook his head, clearing it. He had a very important task to accomplish today. And that was to scavenge his father's office. Draco was going to play detective today. Finding clues to what Voldemort's been up to. And the only place those evil plans could be concealed in was Lucius' office. And what exactly was he going to do with those plans?
'Hand them over to Dumbledore,' Draco answered in his thoughts. His insides churned...if Lucius ever found out that Draco was betraying, not only his father, but the Dark Lord and his followers...he shut his eyes for a split second. 'It doesn't matter,' he thought, trying to convince himself. 'It doesn't matter if Voldemort kills me himself . I have nothing to live for anyway.'
And with those bleak thought firmly plastered in his mind. He pushed open the door and started his search.
*** Number twelve, Grimauld Place was an ancient house that once belonged to the Black family. Now, however, it was being used as the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. And it wasn't very clean either.
Today they were cleaning out the storage room, which was practically overflowing with antiques, and a large number of useless junk kept inside cardboard boxes, and plastic paper bags. They had spent the last fifteen minutes emptying the contents of a particularly big closet. And it wasn't something to be considered as fun.
But to Harry Potter, who had spent more than a few miserable weeks at Number Four, Privet Drive, this was an amusement park compared to living with the Dursleys.
"Why do we even bother cleaning this room, anyway?" Ron whined pulling out a crinkly robe that was yellowing from age out of one of the many drawers of the antique closet. "It's a storage. It's simply just going to get dusty all over again."
Mrs. Weasley shot his son a look. "This is the least we can do for the Order. Keeping the house spic and span."
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry once his mother turned around. Harry grinned. There were only a few days left until term started, and Harry couldn't wait to see Hogwarts again. Especially after his narrow escape from the Hearing, the day before. He couldn't have been more happier.
After a few more minutes of cleaning, dusting, and setting the storage room in order, Mrs. Weasley announced a break. The Weasley twins, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry heaved a tired sigh of relief, and exited the storeroom without a backward glance. Fred and George looked at each other, winked at Harry, and hurried up the stairs to their room, where they were most probably creating their newest invention.
"There's some pumpkin juice in the kitchen, if any of you are thirsty." Mrs. Weasley proclaimed before disappearing through the kitchen door.
"Let's go get some, I'm parched." Hermione said, wiping her forehead with a pink handkerchief. The four of them made a beeline for the dining table, where a tall pitcher of pumpkin juice was waiting to be drunk.
Ginny reached out and poured a glass for each of them. "Thanks Ginny," Harry said, downing the glass in three gulps.
It was then that they heard the front door close shut. And the sound of several voices conversing with one another filled the air. Harry vaguely caught the words 'plans,' 'Azkaban,' 'stay,' and 'Malfoy.' They soon faded, and the sound of another door closing shut told them that they were in the Drawing Room. The place where the Order's meetings were usually held.
The four of them exchanged wide-eyed looks with one another. "Did you hear that?" Ron whispered from under his breath. The other three of them, automatically leaned closer, their heads almost touching.
"Something about unknown plans..." Hermione trailed off, her brow furrowed in anxiety.
"I don't know about you guys, but I distinctly heard the name Malfoy in that conversation." Ginny said, the dislike evident in her tone of voice.
"Yeah, I did too." Harry said with a nod, furtively glancing out the kitchen door. By this time, the whole house had fallen deathly silent. The meeting was probably starting. "What do you think that means?"
"I don't know," Hermione said truthfully gazing at the closed door at the end of the dimly lit hallway. "But I doubt its anything good."
"Anything with the name Malfoy is obviously nothing good," Ron declared, frowning.
Harry simply nodded in agreement. There was something strange going on. Even before meetings, some members of the Order would chat with them even for a short while before going into the Drawing Room. Apparently, that wasn't the case for today. It must be something very important that they needed to discuss it right away.
A/N: Please, please review!!!
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Spoilers: This is my own version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Summary: Draco Malfoy betrays his own family to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Chapter One: Hidden Secrets
The Malfoy Manor was dead silent, save for the soft sound of footsteps treading through the dim corridors that seemed to have no end, stretching on into the darkness.
Draco Malfoy had resided in the Malfoy Manor for exactly fifteen years, and he had yet to unveil the many secret passageways, and rooms that composed the large mansion. And that time of discovery started now.
The Manor was empty of any living beings except for himself, and the house- elves that lurked in the shadows, awaiting his orders. The good thing about house-elves was the fact that they would do anything for their masters. And right now, Draco wanted to be left alone.
He came to a halt in front of golden-knobbed door, and he smartly snapped his fingers. A house-elf scurried out from behind a sculpture of one of his ancestors, trembling from head to toe in terror.
"Dante, I don't want anyone bothering me until," he checked his silver Rolex (apparently Draco adored designer Muggle things) "5:00 p.m." That gave him an hour of foraging his father's office. Dante nodded fearfully, and vanished from his sight.
After Voldemort's rising that had taken place during the Triwizard Tournament in his fourth year at Hogwarts, a number of Aurors had gotten their hands on his father, and had him incarcerated in Azkaban. Lucius had made no protest at his imprisonment, satisfied at the fact that he had proved his loyalties to the Dark Lord, whom, according to the rumors was currently in hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Narcissa, on the other hand, was trying her best to get her husband out of Azkaban. And the only time she was in the house was to catch a few hours of sleep, eat a bit, and she would disappear again. It was either she was with her friends wasting her money, or she was at the Ministry of Magic, bribing officials.
A part of him was ashamed of his parents, but another part of him was proud of the kind of blood running through his veins. Pure blood. The Malfoys were one of the most respected, or rather, feared for families in the wizarding world, and it gave Draco a sense of superiority and power that he enjoyed.
'But none of that matters now," Draco thought with a grimace. Ever since his birth, his father had high hopes of his son following in his footsteps. Becoming one of Voldemort's loyal followers. Becoming a pride in his father's eyes. A Death Eater. 'And look where you are now, father.' Draco thought in disdain. If he followed Lucius' footsteps, he was bound to end up in Azkaban. And that was one of the many reasons on why Draco did not want to be a Death Eater.
He shook his head, clearing it. He had a very important task to accomplish today. And that was to scavenge his father's office. Draco was going to play detective today. Finding clues to what Voldemort's been up to. And the only place those evil plans could be concealed in was Lucius' office. And what exactly was he going to do with those plans?
'Hand them over to Dumbledore,' Draco answered in his thoughts. His insides churned...if Lucius ever found out that Draco was betraying, not only his father, but the Dark Lord and his followers...he shut his eyes for a split second. 'It doesn't matter,' he thought, trying to convince himself. 'It doesn't matter if Voldemort kills me himself . I have nothing to live for anyway.'
And with those bleak thought firmly plastered in his mind. He pushed open the door and started his search.
*** Number twelve, Grimauld Place was an ancient house that once belonged to the Black family. Now, however, it was being used as the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. And it wasn't very clean either.
Today they were cleaning out the storage room, which was practically overflowing with antiques, and a large number of useless junk kept inside cardboard boxes, and plastic paper bags. They had spent the last fifteen minutes emptying the contents of a particularly big closet. And it wasn't something to be considered as fun.
But to Harry Potter, who had spent more than a few miserable weeks at Number Four, Privet Drive, this was an amusement park compared to living with the Dursleys.
"Why do we even bother cleaning this room, anyway?" Ron whined pulling out a crinkly robe that was yellowing from age out of one of the many drawers of the antique closet. "It's a storage. It's simply just going to get dusty all over again."
Mrs. Weasley shot his son a look. "This is the least we can do for the Order. Keeping the house spic and span."
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry once his mother turned around. Harry grinned. There were only a few days left until term started, and Harry couldn't wait to see Hogwarts again. Especially after his narrow escape from the Hearing, the day before. He couldn't have been more happier.
After a few more minutes of cleaning, dusting, and setting the storage room in order, Mrs. Weasley announced a break. The Weasley twins, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry heaved a tired sigh of relief, and exited the storeroom without a backward glance. Fred and George looked at each other, winked at Harry, and hurried up the stairs to their room, where they were most probably creating their newest invention.
"There's some pumpkin juice in the kitchen, if any of you are thirsty." Mrs. Weasley proclaimed before disappearing through the kitchen door.
"Let's go get some, I'm parched." Hermione said, wiping her forehead with a pink handkerchief. The four of them made a beeline for the dining table, where a tall pitcher of pumpkin juice was waiting to be drunk.
Ginny reached out and poured a glass for each of them. "Thanks Ginny," Harry said, downing the glass in three gulps.
It was then that they heard the front door close shut. And the sound of several voices conversing with one another filled the air. Harry vaguely caught the words 'plans,' 'Azkaban,' 'stay,' and 'Malfoy.' They soon faded, and the sound of another door closing shut told them that they were in the Drawing Room. The place where the Order's meetings were usually held.
The four of them exchanged wide-eyed looks with one another. "Did you hear that?" Ron whispered from under his breath. The other three of them, automatically leaned closer, their heads almost touching.
"Something about unknown plans..." Hermione trailed off, her brow furrowed in anxiety.
"I don't know about you guys, but I distinctly heard the name Malfoy in that conversation." Ginny said, the dislike evident in her tone of voice.
"Yeah, I did too." Harry said with a nod, furtively glancing out the kitchen door. By this time, the whole house had fallen deathly silent. The meeting was probably starting. "What do you think that means?"
"I don't know," Hermione said truthfully gazing at the closed door at the end of the dimly lit hallway. "But I doubt its anything good."
"Anything with the name Malfoy is obviously nothing good," Ron declared, frowning.
Harry simply nodded in agreement. There was something strange going on. Even before meetings, some members of the Order would chat with them even for a short while before going into the Drawing Room. Apparently, that wasn't the case for today. It must be something very important that they needed to discuss it right away.
A/N: Please, please review!!!