Harry talked to the Order the next morning with Ron and Hermione. After about an hour, the Order agreed to let Draco in on everything. It might be useful to have a Malfoy on their side. Hermione went to Draco's and Thomas' apartment and told Draco. (Thomas was already in the Order.) They got their things together and went back to Number 12 Grimmald Place. Hermione had her same room with Ginny and Draco shared a room with, to his displeasure, Harry and Ron, better than with Fred and George. They would throw jokes at him in a heartbeat, and they wouldn't be nice jokes either.
Draco dropped his things at the foot of his bed that was added the night before. He looked around the room and sighed. This house was almost just like The Malfoy Manor, with all the Dark Wizard stuff everywhere. Of course, it had been cleaned up a lot, but it still had things that refused to move. Draco flopped onto his bed and looked at the ceiling. He'd unpack later.
Hermione walked in. "Hello Draco." She sat on the bed and looked at his troubled face. "What's wrong?"
"Do I really deserve everything I've gotten?" asked Draco. "Do I really deserve all these second chances?"
"Oh Draco," Hermione laid on him, resting her head on his chest. "Of course you do."
"This house kinda reminds me of the Malfoy Manor," said Draco.
"It was worse," said Hermione, "when we first came here."
"Yeah?" asked Draco.
"Yep," said Hermione. "Come on, let's go down to lunch. That's why I came up here in the first place." She got off him.
"Alright," Draco said getting up. They walked downstairs and entered the dining room holding hands. Everyone stopped what he or she were doing and looked up a moment before going back to what they were doing.
Draco gulped at and followed Hermione, who sat next to Harry. Draco sat down next to Hermione and looked around the table at the different Order members. He's seen most of these people before. The door opened, and Draco looked up to see who it was. He almost choked on his drink. Snape had walked into the room, whispered something in Lupin's ear, and his eyes met with Draco's. Snape raised his eyebrows at Lupin. Lupin muttered something, Draco couldn't hear, and Snape turned around and left. Draco had seen Snape at so many death-eater meetings that his mother made him go to. He never thought of Snape being here, at the Order of the Phoenix. 'Well, Dumbledore trusts him if he's here,' thought Draco. He continued eating.
Harry pushed his plate away from him and propped his elbows on the table. He rubbed his temples.
"What's the matter Harry?" asked Ron.
"You're pale and sweaty Harry," Hermione touched his forehead. "And you're burning up."
"I'm fine," said Harry.
"You are not fine," said Hermione.
"I'm fine alright?" snapped Harry. He got up and nearly lost his balance if it wasn't for Ron and Hermione.
"Is something the matter?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"No, it's just hot and stuffy in here," said Hermione. She didn't want to worry anyone. "Come on Draco." She muttered and helped Harry into the next room. Her and Ron set him on the couch. Hermione went to one of the shelves and took a little velvet pouch. She threw it at Draco. "Floo Powder, we need Dumbledore. This might have something to do with Voldemort." Draco nodded. "He's at Hogwarts."
Draco opened the pouch and threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace. He stepped into the fire and shouted, "Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts." Draco fell on his hands and knees in the familiar office. He got p and dusted himself off.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, what brings you back to Hogwarts?" asked Dumbledore from his desk.
"Its Po-Harry Potter, sir. He's gone deathly white and he's sweating and he's burning up," said Draco. "Hermione reckons it could be related to Voldemort somehow."
"Alright," said Dumbledore. "We'll take Fawks." Dumbledore grabbed Draco's wrist and Fawks' tail with the other. Since you can't apparate to or from Hogwarts or they would have done just that. They landed in the same room where the Trio sat.
"Harry's breathing slowed just after Draco left," said Hermione. "What's happening?"
"Shouldn't...you be...with your...students?" asked Harry with a little bit of difficulty. "I probably just have the muggle flu or something. I'm fine."
"Professor McGonagall can take care of them," said Dumbledore.
"I'll be fine. It's just-" Harry passed out on the couch. His body twitched for about a minute. Then he stopped twitching and breathing. Dumbledore pressed his fingers to Harry's neck. There was still a pulse. Harry's body glowed with a blinding silvery light that made everyone yelp and cover their eyes. Harry gasped, filling his lungs as much air as possible before exhaling again. He coughed and rolled off the couch, landing on his hands and knees.
"What happened?" asked Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco one the shock was gone.
Dumbledore smiled. "It's about time it came."
"What came?" asked Harry.
"I've been waiting 19 years for this moment," said Dumbledore. "The powers Voldemort knows not. We just need to figure out what they are."
"And how do we do that?" asked Hermione.
"We wait until they go haywire, wait until they decide to show themselves," said Dumbledore.
"Will that be bad?" asked Harry.
"Depends on what they are, but most likely it will be bad," said Dumbledore. "Now, I need to tell the others and get back to Hogwarts. I want to hear about the first sign of unusual power breaking out." They nodded and he went to talk with the other Order members.
"I wonder what these new powers are," said Ron.
"So do I," said Harry.
"I just hope they don't cause too much trouble or damage when they decide to break out," said Hermione. Everyone nodded.
A/N: Well, heres chapter 8 . omg! jumps up and down I love the next chapter
