Harry, no please! Listen to me!" I'm begging! What has become of me?
But he's not going to listen. He snarls. Oh God, he looks like Lucius when he does that.
"Who gave you the right to call me Harry?" He asks, one eyebrow lifting in a somewhat threatening way.
"N-no one Harry. Please I need your help!" I meet his flashing emerald eyes with the courage worthy of a Gryffindor.
I move my hand towards my robe pocket and his wand jabs into my throat.
"No! Here take my wand. I'm not going to do anything to you."
He looks strait into my eyes before cautiously slipping his hand into my pocket and retrieving my wand and I relax.
So indeed I'm still the Slytherin here. No Slytherin would have been that trusting.
"I need your help." I begin again.
"Why should I help you?"
Hmm, that IS a good question, but I have a good answer to it.
" Think about it Harry. Look at my connections and what I can give if you have me on your side. I could give you so much information. But I seek your protection. I need to be hidden Harry! I'm on the run."
"From what?? Surely the ministry hasn't-"
"No! Not the ministry! The Death Eaters...Voldemort" A single tear escapes my eyes and flows down my nose falling into my open mouth.
"Harry...its Draco...and Lucius." My voice is but a whisper now, a trembling whisper.
"Why?" He asks, ever so curious.
"It was too much. The things my son, MY ONLY SON did. I couldn't stand it any longer. I ran away Harry. I can't be a Malfoy anymore."
With a sigh I collapsed into helpless tears, my final statement finally sinking into my own heart. My body shook with wretched sobs and I knelt beside my godson's bed feeling his wand slip to his side helplessly.
Without warning I felt two strong arms wrap around my weak body and hand running through my hair bringing my face to bury into his chest. "
I don't trust you now but if you give me a reason to trust you, I'll help you." He whispers in my ear pulling me against him.
"I'll take Vernasium (A/N how do you spell that anyway?) But Harry, please, don't tell anyone where I am not even Dumbledore. I can't trust anyone but you. You will help me?"
He nodded slowly, but apparently still didn't understand as he continued, "I'll go get Snape now"
"NO!" He backs away startled. Maybe I said that a little too harshly.
"No Harry, you can't tell him. You don't understand. He'll tell Lucius and V- Voldermort."
"Dumbledore trusts him"
"Dumbledore's a fool then. Please just listen to me. I can't trust Severus with my life."
"ALRIGHT, alright! Then what will you have me do!?"
" I-I don't know. I never really thought this far."
"Why don't you start by explaining this whole thing to me? Why now? I mean you've sided with Voldemort your entire life. Why run now?"
"I was 14 at the time the Dark Lord gained full power, when he started recruiting wizards. From the very beginning my family sympathized with his beliefs because they are in fact based on the truth. Purebloods are superior in magical power to muggle borns Harry. But the way he went about his plans very a different case altogether. What use is it to kill everyone in the world. When all muggles and mudbloods are gone, you then do you have power over?"
"Don't use that world!" he spat. Hmm, that was a bit more violent of a reaction than I expected, but then Draco did say once that...Draco...Draco....
"Alright." I managed to choke out. Continuing...
"I never chose the Dark Lord Harry. I was never marked. If I chose him it was only through Lucius."
Lifting the left sleeve of my robe, I reveled my flawless pale forearm to him and he traces it thoughtfully.
"What stopped you?"
Ah, the fun part! "Why Harry it would ruin my beautiful skin! Imagine such a disgusting mark! The Dark Lord has no style whatsoever. And I couldn't possibly mange wearing long sleeves my whole life now could I?"
He doesn't quite mange to hide his smile from me as he looks at me seriously. "Is that your only reason?"
"Well no, not really. It was your mother, Lily. She was my best friend at Hogwarts. She wasn't a Griffindor but a Ravenclaw, I don't know if you knew that. She was beautiful, trusting, and the most caring girl I ever knew. She taught me to be gentle and she showed great loyalty even when it seemed the darkness of war surrounded us from all sides. I could not fight against her Harry, we promised each other that we would never meet in battle." I paused before continuing.
"And then she married James and everything seemed lost to me. She joined the Order and I was now married into the Death Eaters. I felt she had broken our bond, I reasoned that if we meet again she would not hesitate in killing me by association with her enemy. I was foolish and felt she had betrayed my trust, but Harry...I LOVED Lucius. Even now I can't believe I've left him."
"You actually loved him!?!? And here I was believing that it was all an arranged marriage!"
"No, not at all Harry."
"Why do you keep calling me Harry? You don't even know me."
"I'm not sure if I should be telling you this now but, I'm your godmother Harry."