Turning Point.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: don't own anything.

Warning: mentions of self-mutilation/ cutting, swearing, slash (later)

A/N I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update any of my stories but I have been really busy at the moment. I had exams and a lot of other things going on. I was going to update over Christmas but my dad went into a coma new years eve and died on the 3rd, so I wasn't exactly in the mood for writing but any way on with the story!

Where we last left off…

The room went completely silent with everyone staring at the blonde haired boy in the doorway. Draco took the time to survey the room. A big table stood directly in the middle of the room. Sitting at the bench on the side closest to him was Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. At the head of the table sat Arthur Weasley and on his right sat George Weasley, Moody, Tonks, Remus Lupin and Harry Potter. Mrs Weasley took the seat at the foot of the table leaving him with the seat beside the female Weasley. Aware of all eyes on him he walked over to the table making sure he didn't let the fear he was feeling show. It was only when he seated that some one moved and that some one was Harry Potter.

"What the Fuck is he doing here?!"

"Harry!" Mrs Weasley scolded, "watch your language!" nobody else moved. Ron was glaring at Malfoy, Hermoine looking at him, dislike and curiosity on her face, Remus was watching Harry, Tonks continued loading her plate with food, Moody watching Malfoy intently and everyone else sat there, looking at their plates. Draco stood where he was, head bent.

" Draco, come sit, have some breakfast." Mrs Weasly invited the boy. Licking his lips Draco replied, eyes still cast to the floor. " I would rather take a plate back to my room if you don't mind Mrs Weasley."

Molly who was loading a plate for the boy looked at him with narrowed eyes." I do mind. You will be eating with us or you won't be eating at all."

"Then I guess I won't be eating." Draco turned to leave but was stopped by Moody's voice.

"Starving yourself and wallowing in self pity and depression won't avenge your parents boy, get back here and eat. Now."

Draco spun slowly on his heels and raising his head he locked eyes with his ex professor. He didn't like the man. Especially after the ferret incident back in fourth year but he knew that what he said was true. How was he going to fight for his parents if he couldn't even eat a meal with a bunch of gryffindors? Never taking his eyes away from Moody's he walked slowly over to his seat and lowered himself onto the bench beside Hermione. Molly smiled before setting his plate in front of him, pilled high with food.

The room was completely silent, the only sounds were the clattering of forks and knives on plates. Harry was glaring at Malfoy and stabbing at his food, his knife clenched in his fist. Every so often the other people situated at the table would glance at Draco but other then that not alot was happening.

Draco ate slowly and mechanically. He wasn't actually hungry, he was just eating because the food was in front of him. He kept his eyes down cast.

Hermoine eyed the boy beside her suspiciously. Something wasn't right, well a lot of things weren't right. For starters what was the son of a known Death Eater doing in headquarters? Why wasn't he at home with his parents entertaining the Dark Lord and torturing innocent people? But it wasn't just that, why was he being so quiet and shy almost? He looked as if all the life, all the fight had gone out of him. There had been no snotty or arrogant remark to Harrys question, no disdainful comment thrown to Mrs Weasley. The boy sitting beside her seemed quite pathetic really. And Hermione wanted to know why.

Her mind made, she asked the question that was plaguing everyone's minds.

" Will some one please explain why Draco Malfoy is in order headquarters?"

Remus continued eating, giving no sign that he had heard the question, Tonks looked at Hermione then at Mrs Weasley. Finally it was Arthur who answered her. " The only people who can answer that are Professor Dumbledore and Mr Malfoy himself. Why don't you ask him?"

Eleven pairs of eyes landed on the young slytherin. Each pair filled with curiosity and dislike. Draco was aware of the conversation going on around him and he knew that he owed them and answer but he wasn't about to give it to them that easily.

" Answer the question Malfoy, why are you here?" Ginny snarled.

Draco set his fork and knife down slowly before looking up. Silver meet green and with pout breaking his gaze Draco answered.

" I'm here to help defeat the Dark Lord."

Ron let out a short laugh, " You want to help defeat your fathers master?" Ron continued laughing, " yeah right, you just want to spy for him so you can get in his good books."

Draco wrenched his eyes away from Harry and looked at the red head.

"Why?" Ginny asked, " Why would you suddenly switch sides? You hate muggleborns and you hate everyone in this room. Why would you join with the side full of all the people you hate?"

"Why would I side with all the people I hate? Because I hate the Dark Lord more. I fucking loathe him. " Draco pushed himself away from the table. " I don't owe any of you an explanation. What I do is my business." Turning on his heal we went to leave the room again when the voicer of Harry Potter stopped him.

" I own this house Malfoy and while you are living here I expect to know your every move. You owe me an explanation, no, a reason as to why I should let you stay here."

Draco froze, turning his head to the left slightly he answered the raven-haired boy. " Only you then."

Harry nodded. " Drawing room, ten minutes."

Harry watched the other boy leave before speaking again." Remus, he better have a good reason otherwise he's not staying here and I don't care what Dumbledore says. This is my house and if I don't want him here, which I don't, then he won't be staying."

Remus nodded," fair enough Harry."

Pushing the bench back, Harry stood up and headed towards the drawing room.

Malfoy was an annoying prat most of the time. But even Harry could see how pathetic he looked. Part of him was glad to see that the blonde boy was suffering, the bags under his eyes and the sickly way he looked showed that there was something very wrong with the boy. But another part of Harry was curious and a little apprehensive as to what could throw the mighty slytherin prince off his pedestal.

Pushing open the door to the drawing room Harry stood on the threshold watching the other boy who had his back to him.

Draco was looking out the window out onto the dingy street that was Grimuald. His thoughts were a mess. How could he tell some one he had despised since the time they had first laid eyes on each other that he had nothing? That he was an orphan with no money and nowhere else to go?

"Malfoy?" Draco turned and faced the green-eyed boy. "You've got ten minutes to convince me to let you stay."

Draco walked over to the couch and sitting perched on the end of it he rested his elbows on his knees and let his arms dangle between his legs. Harry took the seat opposite him, but unlike Draco he relaxed into it.

" What gets said in here stays in here ok Potter?"

"Of course."

" I'm serious Potter, no telling your little sidekicks or your wolffriend." Draco said warningly.

Harry's eyes narrowed." I'm not going to tell anybody Malfoy and you've now got five minutes. "

Draco scowled. He knew Potter would hold him to those five minutes aswell. Swallowing he began.

" I have no intention of becoming a Death Eater. I am not a spy for the Dark Lord. I want him dead. I want to help destroy him. "

Harry stared at him pensively. " That's it? That's all your going o tell me?"

Draco nodded.

" Then you can go pack."

Draco growled. " Dumbledores all ready tested me under veritaserum. He trusts me, you have to let me stay here Potter!"

" Why? Why should I let you stay? You have been nothing but mean to me since the day we meet, you are rude to my friends, you are arrogant, annoying, mean, and a brat. You are spoilt and treat everyone around you like shit. You got me kicked off the quidditch team and because of you Dumbledore had to leave the school

Last year. What have you done for me Malfoy? Don't you have your mansion to go to? Doesn't mummy want you anymore? Did she realise what a little snot her son is? Was I right about that horrible look she always has on –"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Draco was on his feet now. Anger gushing through his veins. " You have no fucking idea what you're talking about! Don't you ever mention my mother again!"

Harry was also on his feet. " Why? Did I hit a sore spot? Aw poor lil Malfoy upset because I talked about his mummy." Harry let out a cruel laugh. " What about all the times you talked about my mum? All the times you called her a mudblood? Why should I stop just because you said so? You never stopped when I said to."

"BECAUSE SHES DEAD!"

Harry and Draco stood there staring at each other, both were gasping for breath and Draco was furiously blinking back tears. He had never said that out loud before and saying it made it seem more real, more permanent. Even more so then seeing her lifeless body.

Harry dragged his eyes away from Malfoys and looked down at his feet. That had not been what he had expected.

" How?" he asked softly.

Draco licked his lips. " She killed herself, slit her wrists."

Harry didn't know what to say to that, what could you say? He sat down and surveyed the pale boy. Draco had turned away from him his shoulders were shaking slightly. " Shit Malfoy, I'm sorry."

Draco whirled round, anger flashing in his silver eyes. " No your not. Why the fuck should you be sorry?"

" I know what its like to lose some one you care about, some one you love. It hurts. At first it's like it never happened, it's not real; you're too numb to feel anything. You half expect them to come walking into the room or to hear their voice. You wake up in the morning and for a few seconds everything is normal and then reality hits and all the pain, all the grief, it all comes flooding back. You can't even think about that person with out tears forming. You look at a photo and you miss them so much, you want them back and you love them so much. But you hate them for leaving you, for causing you this pain. Some days you just want to scream and yell, others you just want to lie and bed with the blankets over your head hidden from the world and just cry." Tears were running down Dracos face as Harry said all this. He made no move to wipe them away. " I know what your going through Draco. My godfather died last year. So I can relate to what your thinking, feeling and I guess that's why I care. "

Draco sat down on the couch and drew his legs up to his chest. " Does, does it get better?"

" No. It will never get better. Only easier, easier to think about them and smile, to look at a photo and laugh, easier to live each day with out them. But better? No. It will never get better. The only way it could get better is if they came back and you know that wont happen."

They sat in silence for a while. Draco stopped crying and wiped his face on his sleeve.

" Can I ask why your mum killed herself? Or is that too personal?"

" No its ok." Draco said. " You know that father was in Azkaban, " Harry nodded, " well he died there." Harry's eyes went wide." Mother loved him so much, she could never stand to be a way from him, she did the only thing that made sense to her I guess. The only way they could be together." He trailed off.

" Is that why you joined our side?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco nodded." I blame the Dark Lord. I want him to suffer, I want him to pay. If father never joined him then him and mother would still be alive. Let me stay here Potter, I'll do anything to make him pay. Anything." Draco's eyes were full of fire, Harry could see the hatred that Draco felt for Voldemort and it was matched by the hatred Harry felt for the Dark lord. Draco moved so that he was looking directly into Harry's eyes, " let me help you fight him!"

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A/N I know this is short but I'm also writing two other chapters at the moment and hope to have them up in the next week or so (for other stories). Please review. If I don't get any reviews for this then I'm thinking of discontinuing it for a while, at least until I get Conditions and Into a lie developed more. So it's up to you guys, if you want more then you have to review!

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