On my Way to Save the World

by NaginiSKD3

Post-OotP HPDM Draco becomes a spy and now he can’t stand his old friends, though he’s unable to show it. And a bit of RWHG is making Harry feel isolated. Harry and Draco start spending time together. A man of few morals, Draco tries to corrupt Harry.

4. Double O Draco

Title: On my Way to Save the World
Author name: NaginiSKD3
Category: Action/Adventure, Romance
This Story Includes: Dark Magic, Harry/Draco, and Hermione/Ron
Rating: R for sexual situations, violence, and language
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Summary: Post-OotP HPDM Draco becomes a spy for the light and can't stand his old friends though he's unable to show it. A bit of RWHG is making Harry feel isolated. Harry and Draco start spending time together. Being a man of few morals Draco attempts to corrupt Harry. Slash ensues.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and various publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This is Slash! You have been warned if you are still reading it and you don't like slash is your own damn fault.

Chapter Four: Double O Draco

Harry had just fallen asleep when someone knocking on his door woke him.

"Harry?" Tonks' voice called to him from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, Tonks?" Harry lifted his head from the pillow and wanted to know if she would go away soon.

"Do you want some lunch?" Harry was just about to tell her no when he heard his stomach growl. He should have grabbed more of Dudley's bacon when he'd had the chance.

"Sure." Harry reluctantly left his bed not even bothering to run his fingers though his wild hair. He hadn't gotten a haircut since last summer when Aunt Petunia stopped insisting he let her sheer it off with the kitchen scissors just to have it grow back to a normal length over night. With no Aunt to keep his hair in line he had let it grow naturally and the result was a somewhat wildly uncontrollable mop top that no brush could tame. Taking into consideration that he had also just acquired a sever case of bed head Harry would have been afraid to look in the mirror if he cared.

"You forget your brush at the Dursley's, Har?" Tonks asked as soon as he opened the door for her.

"My hair's a lost cause and a waste of time, I think I've give up on it completely."

"Well... couldn't do you any more harm I guess." Tonks laughed.

"Thanks."

"You know I'm kidding." Tonks looked at Harry's downcast expression. "I like your hair so much I just might copy it!" Tonks scrunched up her face and suddenly her formerly wavy lime green hair was transformed into a carbon copy of Harry's messy black mop. "So, wha' d'ya think?"

Harry though it looked bizarre seeing his hair on someone else's head and then Tonks' stomach growled and gurgled so loud the combination genuinely made him laugh for the first time since last week. "Thanks Tonks, I needed that." Harry's laughter died down and they both headed downstairs to the kitchen intent on finding food.

"Happy to oblige!" Tonks kept flipping her head back to keep the new hair out of her eyes but was unable to stop it, sing Tonks flipping he head every other step caused Harry to laugh even more, it felt good.

"Careful Tonks, you'll run into something!" Harry shouted when Tonks almost crashed into a hall table that held up an odd shaped blue vase.

"How can you see through this?" She demanded.

"I must have more forehead than you."

"Probably do. "Harry's long hairstyle fell into her eyes again when they were heading downstairs and she tripped down the last two steps and landed on the coarse carpet. "Okay, this hair experiment is a complete failure. Sorry Harry but it's just not working. "

"Now you know how I feel." Harry held out a hand and helped the fallen Tonks get back up on her feet.

Tonks smiled and transformed her hair into sandy blond cornrows. "Much easier to keep outta my eyes now."

Harry considered Tonks' new hairstyle. "Suits you."

"Thanks. Tomato sandwich sound good to you?" Tonks entered the kitchen and started opening shelves and draws searching for food.

"I don't know. Do we have anything edible in here?" Harry started checking bottom cabinets.

"Beats me." Tonks opened a top cabinet and five large pots almost smashed her head but she jumped out of the way and they toppled to the ground with large clangs. Tonks and Harry froze waiting for the portrait of Sirius' mother to wake up and start yelling but much to their relief the shrieking insults never came.

"Maybe try the lower cabinets Tonks." Harry switched to searching the other side of the room and his stomach growled loudly on the way there.

"Good idea. I'll just put these back." Tonks began stacking the pots up.

"Found the pantry!" Harry shouted and began looking though the contents. "Uh... rotten bread, spoiled fruit, ew! Are those pickled pigs feet?"

Tonks came up behind him for a look. "Seems so. Sick."

"What else is in here...?"

"Noting good is gonna come outta this pantry Harry. We can just order out."

"Wizards have take out?"

"Course they do, what do you think I live on? Me cook? I'd burn my own house down!"

"But Tonks, this place is protected by the Fidelus charm, how would anyone get to it?" Tonks stomach gurgled.

"Oh, right you are Harry. But damn it I'm starved! Even pickled pigs feet are looking like they're not so bad an option!"

"Don't do it Tonks, be strong. There's got to be something here that's edible." Harry started rummaging deeper in the backs of the pantry shelves.

"There's nothing, when're doomed!" Tonks howled in despair.

"Could you transfigure a pot into some sandwiches?"

"Who do I look like, McGonagall? Unless you want the sandwich to turn back into a pot while you're shitting it out I wouldn't try that!"

"Ugh, gross, Tonks! Thanks for the imagery."

"Sorry Harry but I get cranky when I'm starving."

"LOOK!" Harry shouted from the back of the pantry.

"What?"

"An old package of Christmas crackers."

"What's the date on them?"

"Um... 1943 but then why aren't any open?"

"Probably could get enough people to come to such a cheerful place on Christmas to ever need crackers. Pass the box over Harry those things last forever."

"I sure hope there's candy in some of them." Harry set the brightly colored box of Cribbages Wizarding Crackers on the table and sat down next to Tonks. They both immediately started pulling apart the crackers searching for candy.

By the time they reached one with a pile load of candy they had gotten a dusty old electric blue bowler hat with pictures of pink butterfly's that flapped their wings, a set of singing toothbrushes, a pink and yellow spotted ribbon that tied your hair into a ponytail, a techno colored scarf that kept itself tied around your neck when the wind blew, and a pair of red tap shoes that danced the polka of their own free will though the left keep trying to do the fandango.

"Don't all these things cost a lot?" Harry asked between a mouth load of chocolate frogs.

"Oh no, the charms are simple and wear off after a few hours. See, the shoes are already slowing down." Tonks put the blue and pink bowler on Harry's head. "Look's good on you."

"Thank. God, those shoes are getting annoying." Harry passed her the bag of Berty Botts Everyflavored Beans.

"I got raw trout once you know."

"Ron says Fred got boogie flavored but I think Fred was just joking with him."

"Oh you never know, those Berty Botts folk are a mite sadistic I say."

Harry laughed and tilted the bowler over one eye. "Wish I had a cigar to go with this."

"OH! I got great news."

"What?"

"The Weaslys are gonna stay right after the meeting. Very last minute change of plans."

"That's brilliant! Mrs. Weasly can cook!"

"Oh she can! Lovely Mrs. Weasly and her wonderful cooking."

"I can't believe you wanted to eat the pickled pigs feet."

"I swear they didn't look so bad. It was getting desperate after a while there." Tonks laughed and threw a couple beans in her mouth.

"So what's happening at the meeting?"

"Toffee, fired shrimp, and ketchup. Snape and a new spy are going to report." Tonks tried to wrap the scarf over her head like a turbine but it kept falling apart and into her pile of chocolate frogs so she stopped.

"Really, who's the new spy?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"MALFOY!?" Harry spit out a frog that he had just put in his mouth and watched it bounce of the table to freedom only to be squashed into a chocolate splat under the heal of a dancing shoe. Tonks frowned for the lost little frog. How in the world could Malfoy be a spy? Malfoy was a racist, sadistic, Ferret! He was a little death eater in training who was sure to follow in evil daddy's footprints. If anyone from Harry's year was a Death Eater candidate then it would most certainly be Malfoy and everyone knew it! It must be some sort of ploy; some plot of Voldermort's to get a spy into the order. A spy who the order thought was a spy for them but was really a spy for Voldermort sent to spy on them.

"Yup."

"Malfoy? A spy?"

"So they say."

Maybe it was true. Maybe he was good. Maybe he was a good guy sacrificing his safety for wizarding kind. Harry snorted. Draco Malfoy was a self-centered prick that cared about nothing and no one except himself. He was a cold-hearted bastard who wouldn't rescue a kitten from a tree because it might crumple his robes. What in heaven or hell could motivate Malfoy to put himself out for anyone? Nothing, that's what.

"Draco MALFOY's a spy?"

"I told you that already."

"Sorry, I just can't believe it. I mean, he was at the bank and I admit he was acting a bit off but he was still a slimy git like always. He didn't even care that his father had died!"

Or Maybe He wasn't doing anything for anyone. From what Harry knew of Malfoy the only thing that could cause him to switch sides and put himself in great danger would be if he weren't sure Voldermort would win. But Harry was sure Malfoy believed all that mudblood pureblood racist shit and that was exactly what Voldermort stood for. Of course Malfoy did only care about himself. Would he really risk his life for some grand cause? Would he really risk his own life for anything? The answer was obviously no. Malfoy really didn't care about anything other than himself and that included Voldermort and the Purity of the Wizarding World.

"Do you know why he's become a spy? Did something happen to lessen Voldermort's chances of winning?"

"Please don't say his name! And no, nothing's changed, our chances are still the same and besides that we don't have a clue as to where You-Know-Who is. This is really a good thing to happen you know, it was planned that someone new should come in because everybody in that circle's getting a tad too suspicious of Snape for anyone's tastes."

"What do you mean, this was planned?"

"Well, you know," Tonks lowered her voice to a whisper "You-Know-Who can read peoples minds don't you. Really creepy if you ask me, I don't even want to think about it!"

"I know that, but then how – "

"That's what I'm getting to! Snape's been training him. Taught him Ooclumancy last summer and told us all when he got the Dark Mark some time last week."

"So he IS a Death Eater!" Harry had known it. The little ferret wasn't just a Death eater in training he had pledged his allegiance to Voldermort and taken the dark mark!

"He'll be a spy for the Order after tonight though."

"Do you think he's really a spy Tonks? What in the world would make him become a spy?"

"Yes, Harry I'm quite sure he's a really spy. But nobody's told me why he chose to be one. I guess you'll just have to ask him yourself."

"Oh, ugh! Malfoy, here. I've had enough Malfoy interaction in one day to last me the rest of the year. The one good thing about summer with the Dursleys is that I don't have to put up with Snape and Malfoy and on my first day here I'm seeing them both."

"He can't be half as bad as your making him out to be, can he? I remember him from a family reunion back when he was four, this big old horrible thing that lasted hours and was entirely too full of dark wizards and death eaters for my taste, but he was a well-behaved little kid. Really quiet and still."

"Are you sure we're talking about the same person here? Malfoy is an obnoxious pain in the arse, an evil little Ferret, a nasty slime ball! What in the world could make him become a spy?"

Tonks was beginning to look exasperated "How should I know that! Why are you still asking me?"

"Sorry Tonks but it's just so – In second year he was saying all mud blood's should die and after fourth year he was shouting about how Voldermort returned and that Cedric Diggory was the first to die! Are you saying that same little Death Eater in training just marched off and took spy lessons from Snape right after getting what he always wanted? Really can you just give me some speculation? Anything? Because I can't put it together."

"Maybe it was an act, I don't know!" Tonks held her hand up in defense against Harry onslaught.

"Don't defend him! He's a racist bastard and I don't understand why he would suddenly turn tail and become a spy!"

"Calm down Harry. I'm not defending him, I'm just saying, we don't know why he changed his mind."

"Then how do we know we can trust him?" Harry demanded.

"Dumbledore and Snape trust him and I don't like Snape much but he's on our side and he has been since before I was and it's not my place to question him. But most of all I went to school under Dumbledore and I don't doubt him one bit. Knowing Dumbledore trust's Malfoy is good enough for me."

"Dumbledore's not infallible you know." Harry said bitterly thinking about last year as well as how Dumbledore hadn't know Peter Pettigrew was in league with Voldermort or how Crouch was using Polyjuice.

"I know he's not perfect but he comes damn close and that's better than any other option so I'll put my faith in Dumbledore and hope for the best. Harry, I don't know any of the why's I just know the facts and who gave them to me, maybe there's more going on than either of us knows but we'll find that out in good time so just sit tight for now, okay?"

"Fine, but I intend to ask that bastard why he's here."

"Good, you do that." Harry could tell that for the first time Tonks seemed angry with him and so kept quiet. An uncomfortable silence settled over the long table of the kitchen.

"Snape is here." Mad eye announced out of nowhere and Harry was reminded why the old man was still a legend among Aurors. "He brought Malfoy with him."

"Great." Harry said resignedly.

Suddenly from nowhere a stream of insults began sounding out from the entrance hall defining everyone.

"Fuck." Harry covered his ears as the other portrait's joined in.

"At least it wasn't me." Tonks shouted over the din of noise created by Sirius' mother.

To Harry's amazement what sounded like the voice of Malfoy was actually shouting back insults of his own calling her a badly painted old hag. It almost made Harry laugh but that must have been a leftover from his formerly good mood because nothing Malfoy did was amusing. He was an annoying git who had woken up the portrait and all the noise would probably give Harry and everyone else a splitting headache.

Mad-eye, Tonks and Harry rushed out of the kitchen to join Snape at the entrance hall.

Malfoy and the portrait were shrieking and bellowing abuse at each other respectively. Harry could only look on as the pale blond boy became red in the face and flailed his arms violently. Mad eye hobbled around stunning the other paintings but Harry wasn't paying attention. Malfoy's head looked about ready to explode from the effort of making his voice heard above Mrs. Black's and the other family portraits. Finally Harry's trance was broken when Tonks and Snape rushed forward then grabbed the curtains to wrestle them shut while

"Are you done yet, Draco" Snape asked after Malfoy had traded final insults with Mrs. Black.

Malfoy didn't reply but gave a squeak that might have been a 'sorry' and Harry couldn't blame him. Snape sounded ready to kill something.

Unpredictably Snape said nothing but when he turned around nostrils flaring Harry wouldn't have been surprised to see the potions master snort fire from his large nose. Mad eye grunted and hobbled off too but he just looked a little annoyed.

Tonks was biting her bottom lip trying not to grin.

"Good one, Malfoy." Harry smirked. The little Ferret had finally done something worthy of pissing Snape off and Harry was going to relish this time.

Malfoy growled and it was plain to see that the shouting match with Mrs. Black had been a warm up in seething hatred. "Potter." Harry wasn't aware that so much contempt could fit into one word. "What the hell have you got on your head? Is that your idea of fashion? Those glasses aren't just for show then, you really are blind."

Harry remembered He was still wearing the electric blue bowler with the pink butterflies flapping around on it.

"But then again it is covering up your hair so maybe you do know what your doing."

"Shut up Malfoy. At least I'm not stupid enough to fight with portraits."

"But your stupid enough to wear that hat."
Harry took the hat off because he really was feeling stupid.

"Oh Merlin now your just uncovering your hideous hat head!"

"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry resisted the urge to punch Malfoy in the face as well as the urge to touch his hair.

"Ha! You really are pathetic. Listen to me Potter. Can't you think for yourself? A little insult and you back right down don't you?"

"I do not!"

"Took that hat off pretty quick didn't you? And I bet you want to fix your hair too. Well, let me help you out, nothing could fix your hair short of shaving it off and even then I bet you have misshapen head. Loads of lumps from being dropped as a baby. That might also explain why you're so slow at school."

"Shut up!" Harry yelled.

"See, you cant even come up with a decent argument to defend yourself. Your hopeless Potter and there's nothing for it."

"Stop it!" Tonks broke into the argument "The both of you need to grow up."

Malfoy turned his disdainful scowl to Tonks. "And why should I listen to you, dear cousin?"

"Don't talk to her like – "

"Because," Tonks cut Harry off. "Dear cousin, if you aren't quiet you'll wake up that mad banshee again and then I'll stun you myself."

Malfoy seemed to consider this as a bad idea. "Fine." he said.

"Good, now come on to the kitchen an we'll wait there for the rest of the Order to get here." Tonks lead the two boys back to the kitchen and once they had sat down gave them her first ever hard stare. "You two sit and try being civil for a few minutes."

Harry gave Malfoy a false smile. "Want a cracker Ferret?" he held up the box of half opened crackers.

Malfoy retaliated with a fake smile of his own but it was less of a smile and more of a sneer with teeth showing. "Of course Pot Head, I'm honored your sharing the moldy old party favors with me. If I find a hat half as stupid as the one you've got there I'll be delighted beyond reason."

Harry threw the box at his face. "Pot Head? That's a new one..."

Malfoy caught the box and pulled out a cracker. "I've got a whole bunch of insults just waiting to offend you. Potty, St. Potter, Wonder Boy, Scare Face, Four-Eyed Freak, Gryffindork for your whole house, Potterets for those silly third years who follow you around giggling... The list goes on and on."

"I bet it dose. So that's what you do with your spare time, think up lame insults."

"No, I don't waste my spare time on you, the insults just seem to come naturally. It's like a gift." Malfoy smiled and it almost wasn't malicious.

"You ought to return it for a better one, your gift stinks."

"Oh yes, the 'Potter Stink's' badges in fourth year were really a strike of genius."

"Just like the Flight of the Amazing Bouncing Ferret?" Harry countered quickly.

"Shut up Potter." Malfoy growled in the back of his throat.

"Oh, how I could spend hours and hours replaying that moment in my head, it always brings me a big smile. Never gets old. Seeing you bounced up and down the hall in the form a Ferret is what Ron makes his patronus with."

"Shut up!"

"Nothing to say to that, Malfoy? No witty comeback? Not even a squeak?"

"I swear Potter if you don't shut up –"

"What are you two talking about?" Tonks interrupted them just before they reached to point of no return, but she genuinely sounded interested.

"Nothing!" Malfoy shouted.

"Just remembering the highlight of fourth year." Harry said loftily.

"What happened in fourth year?" Tonks asked again.

"NOTHING!!!" Malfoy shouted even louder before Harry could even open his mouth.

"Calm down Draco I just want to hear the story." Tonks said.

"Not from Potter. Not from anyone. NOT EVER! That story will NEVER be repeated do you hear me Potter if you tell her I'll come in here at night and poison your food. You'll think your Umbridge for the rest of your life."

Harry took a minute to think about that and realized Malfoy had just threatened him with a fate worse than death. "NO! The horror! Oh God, can you actually do that?"

"I can, and don't think for a second I wouldn't." Malfoy sneered.

"Malfoy, you rat. Fine, have it your way, sorry Tonks but the price is just too..." Harry unwillingly pictured himself in a padded white room imagining himself to be the short, fat, squashed faced, bug-eyed, wide mouthed toad and he felt his skill craw, the very thought of that fate made him feel violated. I can't Tonks... that would be." Harry scrunched up his face like he had just stuck his nose in dog crap. "Vile."

Tonks laughed. "Oh I remember Unbridge," She said. "Evil toad that tried to take over Hogwarts, right?"

"Evil toad? She was the Teaching Tool of Beelzebub!" Harry used Hermione's insult for Umbridge.

Malfoy grinned at the insult. "That woman was an abominable monster." He added at a lower volume but with now less feeling.

"What are you talking about Malfoy," Harry turned on the blond. "You joined her!"

"That doesn't mean I liked her. She was in power and Father told me to support her."

"You took orders from Satan's pet Toad."

"That doesn't mean I wanted to follow them!"

"Leader of the Inquisition Squad!"

"Don't remind me!"

"You were practically licking he ass."

Malfoy made a face quite similar to Harry's nose-under-dog-crap. "Potter, you're going too far there!"

Harry laughed at Malfoy's discomfort. "That was sick Malfoy, sick and low, even for you. Honestly, I could barely believe it. Out of all the horrible things you've done that takes the whole damn cake. I've lost all respect for you."

"Shut up Potter, please." Malfoy grimaced. "That was the one order I considered disobeying my father on. And believe me that memory is on par with that F thing. I'm trying to forget it ever happened so can you just drop it and move on?"

"Forget that what happened? That you became Umbitch's devoted toady?"

"Not funny, Potter." Malfoy said, with little emotion left in his voice now that the adrenalin had worked it's way though his system and the thought's of Umbridge had sobered him.

"I thought it was." Harry was still happy to be the one badgering Malfoy for a change, but his continuous prodding seemed to bring back a flicker of his foe's normal malicious attitude.

"Well you would." Malfoy sniped.

"What's that supposed mean?"

"You know what it means. Or are you just asking for more verbal abuse?"

"If you think your weak little sniping counts as abuse... Maybe it makes first years a little nervous but I think you're over estimating yourself."

"Well I do have to admit it has its limitations, I can only offend people with a basic understanding of the English language. Obviously you aren't one of these people Potter."

"You two should both just start a comedy act or shut up." Tonks muttered and poked at her last Everyflavored bean.

"Pottered probably ruin it if we did. No room in his brain for lines, he's using everything he's got just to remember he has to breath."

"Shut your face Malfoy!"

"Dumbledore's here." Mad eye announced and then hobbled out of the kitchen.

Harry and Tonks looked at each other wondering if the other had heard the old Auror enter.

"Where did he come from?" Malfoy asked the question on Tonks and Harry's minds.

"Mr. Moody, you will find, is quite more adept at being less intrusive than his impersonator was. As am I." Dumbledore said to the gawking Tonks with a twinkle in his eye. "As you ought to know Harry."

"So you weren't really invisible then?" Harry asked, immediately reminded of how he had failed to see Dumbledore in the room while he was staring at the Mirror of Erised in his first year.

"There are more way's to be invisible than one. If you are asking whether or not I could duplicate the effects of an invisibility cloak with a spell then no, but often times the full effects of an invisibility cloak are not needed to merely fool the eye." Dumbledore looked down at his twelve-handed watch. "Ah yes, they should all be arriving shortly. Hello Mr. Malfoy."

"Professor Dumbledore." Malfoy said shortly and thus ended their conversation.

Remus, Mad-eye, and Snape joined Harry, Malfoy, Tonks and Dumbledore in the kitchen as they waited for the other members to arrive. In under ten minutes in twos and threes most of the members of the Order had either flooed though the kitchen fireplace or apparated to the ally down the street and entered though the front door. None seemed surprised to see that Malfoy was sitting at the long table next to Harry with a pile of sweats and an assortment of strange objects between them. Harry remembered most of the Orders' faces from seeing them going to meetings the past summer like Kingsly Shakbolt as well as a number of Hogwarts professors. The most surprising member of all was revealed in the arrival of Rita Skeeter. In all about twenty witches and wizards had gathered in Grimmauld place.

"Once the Weaslys arrive we shall begin the meeting." Dumbledore announced. "They are running a bit late because they had some last minute packing to do before they were able to leave. But until they appear I shall tell you briefly what we will be going over. The first order of business will be an update on Voldermort's latest intentions and plans, though I am sad to say that we have yet to discover the exact location of his base of operations. This news will be brought to us in a report by Severus and Draco who though their courageous actions have uncovered much to enlighten us about The Dark Lords reaction to his recent uncovering. We shall then move on to discuss what should be done in light of this new information and if time allows – "Dumbledore paused to take a breath and just as he did the fireplace flared green and after a very loud rumbling out shot Ginny Weasley carrying a large trunk and suitcase.

"Is this the Order Meeting?" She asked slightly bewildered and covered in soot. Harry heard a frantic shuffling and was pushed off the bench as Malfoy dove under the table.

"Correct, young Mrs. Weasley." Dumbledore said benignly. "Welcome to Grimuldian Place."

"Oh, there wasn't much floo powder left and I had to split it with Ron... very rough ride."

The fire flared and rumbled again and Ginny hopped out of the way just as Ron shot through with his own luggage as well as his parents.

"Hey Harry!" Ron called with a large grin on his face; his white teeth showing clearly against his sot covered face.

"Hello Harry Dear." Mrs. Weasley greeted him from the kitchen door with Mrs. Weasley standing behind her. "Ron, Ginny, drag the luggage upstairs and if you make one bit of fuss about sitting in on this meeting I'll flay you alive and put you in dinners soup do you hear me?" She said sternly.

"Yes mum." Ginny sulked and started hauling her luggage out of the kitchen followed by her brother who had a slightly larger load. Apparently this subject had been discussed before hand or there would have been much more fuss.

"See yah Harry, tell me all about the meeting right?" Ron turned his head and smiled, ready to shut the door.

"Course Ron." Harry smiled back and waved goodbye to his friends as they shut the door behind them.

Beside him Malfoy climbed from under the table and straitened his expensive robes and perfect hair. "Glad that's over." He said primly.

"Coward."

"Who said I had to put up with the uproar Ron would have caused if he saw me?" Malfoy asked using a much less derogatory tone than was to be expected. Harry looked over and Mr. And Mrs. Weasley who were being greeted by Dumbledore and wondered if that was his reason for keeping himself in check.

"And now the thirty fifth meeting of the Second Order of the Phoenix shall officially begin." Dumbledore announced. "Severus would you please take the floor and give us your latest report."

"Of course Dumbledore." Snape stood up and Dumbledore took his seat at the crowded long table. "The Dark Lord is planning to withdraw some of his interest in England. He knows he is by no means ready to face an all out war, even with the pledged assistance of the Giants. He is seeking a strong hold at Durmstrang and hoping to recruit mass numbers of Death Eaters from other countries by working from there. As you all know the school is concealed and Karkaroff is a Death Eater himself, therefore finding the Dark Lord is a bit of a challenge. Even his inner circle has no idea where the exact coordinates of their apparitions are, the dark mark dose not allow for that, but it is a good guess that he is hold up in Durmstrang or in a fortress nearby, Merlin know there aren't enough of them scattered around waiting for a dark lord to conceal and inhabit.

"There is also talk about some sort of weapon, but I am not involved in this and therefore I still have no clue as to what this weapon may be. I believe we still must be on our guard about this.

"Do not be mistaken, Death Eater activity will continue in England. The Dark Lord dose not want us to think we are too safe, he will still be spreading fear and distrust, his most prominent weapons at the time, to keep up appearances that he is still focusing on England.

"As for his obsession with Potter, I cannot say. He has asked me to keep a close eye on the boy, fearing that he shall have special instructions or some such training to further his magical abilities but now that the prophesy is shattered and only Dumbledore knows it's true words he has come to his own conclusions as to why it was so important that he never hear it. He is not a stupid man and may I tell you that I think he is dangerously close to the truth, his obsession with the prophesy was meanly a search for confirmation that only Potter is capable of killing him, not that he will be stopped by Potter in the end, though it is what we all hope.

"As for any plans of his concerning the school I do believe Dumbledore has scared him off with their duel in the ministry, he has been reminded once more that he has a challenge in Albus Dumbledore that he is not yet ready to face.

"My advice to the order would be to keep the ministry on guard. They must understand that their efforts would be better directed in stopping the Death Eater activity in England than declaring all out war and seeking The Dark Lord out while he is concealed. The Order can search for The Dark Lord's Strong hold while the ministry protects its people."

"Very informative Severus, thank you." Finished Dumbledore. "Now if you would like to open the floor to Mr. Malfoy."

"Of course." Snape sat and Malfoy stood up and took his place standing at the head of the table.

"My understanding of Voldermort's current movements is much the same as Professor Snape's though Voldermort is also searching to recruit from Hogwarts as well, though he is doing it very subversively. I am to be the only marked Death Eater at the school though there may be others that I don't know of. My objective is to seek out members of the student body loyal to him and direct them into his service. He is looking for followers to be placed in the ministry. After the first war many of his ministry contacts are either dead or have fallen into suspicion, much like my father. He has few people of use to him in the ministry and he is searching for followers to be placed there though only after their seventh year.

"That's all I have, though I think the initiation of the potential Death Eater students at the end of the year could be an opening in his defenses. On which we could exploit and use to find the exact location of his Camp. I myself did not attend the camp being adequately trained by my father and Professor Snape but it is logical to assume that it is somewhere in extremely north, possibly even somewhere on Durmstrang's vast grounds."

"Thank you very much Mr. Malfoy, your information was most useful and it will be imperative to know which spy's Voldermort is planning on inserting into the ministry. Rita, how do you think the election will go?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I think it will go quite in our favor." Said Rita. "Madam Sawgrass is in the running against Umbridge and after what Umbridge did to Hogwarts reaches the public I don't think there will be any problems with that woman. They're the two main candidates but there's also a dark horse to be, Mr. Greygorfin. But nobody really knows much about him and I think it shall stay that way."

"Ah Madam Sawgrass," said Dumbledore "Delightful woman. Yes I do believe she would be the best candidate to assume to position of minister but do not count out Mr. Greforfin completely Mrs. Skeeter, he is a good man and though he has no ties with the Order he would make a just minister."

"Of course Dumbledore." Finished Rita.

"Now, I would like to open discussion on what should be done about the relations between the werewolves and Voldermort. Remus, do you have any more to add on the subject of the northern tribes?"

"They are still sitting on the fence Albus, they're more keen to our cause now that Fudge is out of office, they wont believe the lie's Voldermort told the during the first war but they also don't know if they are willing to fight for a society that has shunned them at every turn. Most of the tribe have been werewolves since birth so they don't have many ties with the wizarding world, all they know is the bigotry, they don't see the other side's view of things and they are reluctant to fight. The good new is they wont be fighting against us but that doesn't account for the Western tribe and the rouges in between."

"And what about the other tribes?" Called a stout witch from be back whom Harry didn't recognize, she had a loud voice that left room for no nonsense.

"They are too far away to think the war is of any concern to them." Said Remus "They know Voldermort's promise of a cure is empty and many of them have no wish to be cured. The other tribes are older and less susceptible to change. They are a tribe of werewolves rotted in their traditions and they think of them selves as a separate species rather than humans with a condition who are striving to fit into society that dose not have accommodations for them. What we must worry about are rouge werewolves with no tribe who are newly bitten. Voldermort will ask them to create more werewolves for his army and promises them a cure after they fight for him in the war. They'll be just desperate enough to believe him and angry enough with the wizarding world to join him." Explained Remus; apparently she was new, thought Harry.

"Thank you Remus." Said Dumbledore one last time. "And now on to our last order of business. The next meeting shall be held in four days time, I believe that in light of this new information we should not seek to inform the Ministry only after a new minister has been named and Mrs. Umbridge is removed from her temporary office. We should also seek to inform the other European governments of Voldermort's activity though they will be strongly urged to use the utmost discretion as to what actions they chose to take. It is imperative to our cause that Voldermort dose not learn exactly how much of his movements we are aware of. In the mean time since Death Eater activity shall not cease in England and the ministry is too preoccupied with it's internal affairs to protect the muggleborn student's and their parents we shall be opening Hogwarts and Hogsmead to them over the summer as we did those sixteen years ago when time's of war arose. Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy I must enforce upon you how essential information pertaining to this new weapon of Voldermort's is. Rita, I am quite sure you know what is being expected of you and I believe you will perform your duty in a most inventive and amusing fashion as always. Am I correct in expecting that your two eldest sons shall be joining the order next meeting Arthur?" Dumbledore turned to Mr. Weasley and waited for his reply.

"Of course Dumbledore, and Fred and George say they're working on some inventions to help out Snape and Malfoy. Oh! And I think Percy could be a real help, he's really seen the error of his ways after all this Fudge business."
"Very good. I am looking forward to Fred and George's newest inventions for the war effort. The extendable ears and their amazing ability to slip under even the most effective bubble of silencing charms are truly a remarkable creation."

"Thank you Sir." Said Mr. Weasly.

"And if there is nothing else?" Dumbledore paused but no one had anything to add. "Then the meeting is adjourned and we shall reconvene at this time in four days. Let us remember that in knowing the truth we are shielded against the fear and deceit Voldermort is so skilled in spreading and that as long as we are strong and stand together against him we shall not be defeated. He is weak and crippled, exposed and forced into hiding. And yet he is by no means a man of few means. He has servants at his disposal and many tricks up his sleeve. Be on your guard against him but to not be crippled by fear of him. My fellow members of the Order we stand strong against him and he shall be defeated."

At Dumbledore's final words the order disbanded including Snape and Malfoy. Harry was left alone with Professor Dumbledore, Remus, Tonks, Mad eye and Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. Two heavy questions were weighing on Harry's mind but the chance to have one answered had slipped though his fingers, he would not wait for the second to do the same.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry called after the gray bearded wizard as he was preparing to say some final words to the reaming members. "May I have a word with you?" Harry asked.

"Of course, dear boy." Said Dumbledore. "Would this be a word in private?"

"Er, yes please." Said Harry.

"Then follow me into the drawing room." Dumbledore sat up and Harry followed leaving behind the gang of witches and wizards still in the kitchen.

"Um, sir, I was just wondering." Harry began once they reached the drawing room. "Will be receiving any special training, to, your know, fight Voldermort like he thinks?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Harry, you are already ready to face him, you power is within you and it will arise once it is ready and not before. You have seen glimpses of it in the past. Your ability to produce a patronous powerful enough to repel thousands of dementors, being able to combat Voldermort in a battle of wills when your wands locked in fourth year, and most recently transforming three humans into animals using advanced transfiguration skills not even yet taught to you are just a few examples of the glimpses we have had of you immense sleeping power. Your powers will arise when they are needed and not a moment before. To attempt forcing such a thing could do serous damage to your magical abilities and should not be attempted by any method. For the time being chose your classes wisely once you receive your OWLS results and what you need will fall into place." Dumbledore smiled.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Of course. It this had not been the case you would have been trained directly after your fifth year."

"Oh."
"Is that all that has been weighing on your mind?" he asked.

"Er, no sir."

"Then ask what other questions you may have?"

"I was just wondering sir, do you know why Malfoy decided to become a spy? Because I really cant see any reason for it. He isn't the bravest person and he really seemed to believe in all that 'Go Voldermort, mudbloods should die' stuff and I just can't see why he'd suddenly change his mind."

"That, Harry, is a question you will have to have answered by Mr. Malfoy himself, no one else can explain his motives for you."

"Oh. But do you know sir?"

"No. He has not seen fit to tell me, but I do believe Professor Snape has some idea."

"Well, he's not going to tell me." Harry mumbled but Dumbledore must have heard him because the old wizard chuckled.

"Yes, I do believe there is a bit of a strain on your relationship with Severus."

"Strained? It was already hanging on by a thread, Professor. A very thin thread."

"Yes. Then I suppose you will have to ask Mr. Malfoy yourself."

"As if he likes me anymore than Snape." Harry sighed.

"Professor Snape, Harry. And aren't you forgetting someone? Young Mr. Weasley is sure to have something to say to you."

"Oh! Right Ron's here. Thanks professor!" Harry shouted as he rushed out of the drawing room to go tell Ron all the things he had heard in the meeting.

To Be Continued...

Authors Note

That took a bit longer than expected... My beta hasn't said anything for two weeks so I'll just post this here now. Frances took out my power for three days! Oh the wonders of Electricity! The lights, the TV, the Internet, The refrigerator, the stove where food is made, and the most important thing for a Florida resident The A/C (Deserving of capital letters)! I love Electricity (Also deserves capital letters) and I'm Ben Franklins bitch forever! I just hope Ivan doesn't come to Florida and take away my power again next week. Tornados, tropical storms, and thunderstorms, not to mention the normal humidity... oh well I love Florida anyway. I'm gonna post this before my power decides to go out again.

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