Draco returned to headquarters. He had said nothing since Dumbledore gave him the pouch. Draco had immediately put it in his pocket. He couldn't wait till he could read each and every book in the pouch.
He followed Dumbledore in to the kitchen and sat down as all the members of the order that were present filed into the kitchen.
"Everyone!" Dumbledore started as he raised his arms so that they all would notice him, "Please I need to inform you of the happenings this morning and why there is a broken door on the second floor," Dumbledore had the attention of everyone in the kitchen, "Well…" he cleared his throat, "There once was this legend…" Dumbledore glanced at Draco, "A great sorcerer long ago was in love with is fiancé. He found his beloved in bed with his enemy. In a trance of anger he placed a curse on her. She was an animagus. She could transform into a pure white cat with a perfect black circle on her forehead. The curse was when some one held his beloved in her cat form they were to switch midnight of their holding with their enemy. The sorcerer returned to his normal state and when he held his beloved in her feline form another cat was created. This cat was the exact opposite of his beloved and was sent to his enemy with a letter attached. The letter was signed 'From your destiny'. With no knowledge of the curse his enemy held the opposite cat and midnight that night… the enemies switched!" The crowd gasped at this, "The next morning when the sorcerer discovered this he ran to where his body should have been, he accused his enemy of committing the curse. When he found what looked like himself in bed with his fiancé he threw himself into a river ending his life," Dumbledore dramatically paused, "His fiancé never understood what happened to him. All she knew was what his enemy found. She still lives to this day for she is immortal," Dumbledore once again glanced at Draco, "Our dear Harry has fallen into this legend. And unfortunately this is not the soul of Harry Potter sitting here in this kitchen," Dumbledore beckoned Harry to the front of the kitchen. Harry's blonde hair was a shinning blob in the middle of the room, which was moving closer to Dumbledore with each passing second. He nodded to Lupin and Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, which they returned with raised eyebrows.
"May I introduce you all to Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked as he gestured towards Draco's body. A murmur ran through the crowd.
"But Albus!" Professor McGonagal spoke from across the room, "That is Draco Malfoy! How can this be?"
"Minerva, the legend states that the sorcerer's fiancé still lives," Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye, "An Mr. Malfoy accidentally came by her," Dumbledore glanced at Draco with a small smile, "And Harry touched the opposite cat and well…here we are today. Looking at Harry and Draco. Or at least what seemly looks like that," Dumbledore turned to Harry in Draco's body, "Tell me where Professor Moody was held prisoner at Hogwarts after the incident at the end of the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry looked at Dumbledore and smiled.
"Professor Moody was held captive in his own satchel. It had seven different locks on it and he was held in one with a large manhole in it," Harry told him.
"Please if I may…Alastor? Will you come here?" Dumbledore beckoned someone up next to him.
"My… Albus… This is quiet some story here," Moody was peering at Harry as he stood at least a foot taller than him, "What did I tell those muggles before I left Harry with them?" Moody asked suspiciously.
"You told them that if I were mistreated in anyway that you would…you would deal with them your self," Harry said trying not to laugh, "And Uncle Vernon was purple for three days. He was frightened to even talk to or about me for at least a week! The best week I've ever had in that house!" Harry was smiling like crazy. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, nor anyone else had seen Draco smile that big or that genuine and they all confirmed that he could not possibly be Draco.
"Have you ever seen him smile like that before?! No way!" Ron called over the crowd. Dumbledore just smiled and nodded at him.
"As young Mr. Weasley has explained," he winked at Ron, "No one has ever seen Draco ever look like this. It truly is a Harry Potter facial expression," Draco looked gloomy. If Dumbledore truly wanted to make fun of me at least he could have the decentcy not to make me feel like a complete fool! God do I wish life were back to normal! I could go back to hating Granger and Potter and Weasley and Dumbledore! Things would be right! I would be making out with Maria instead of Granger! As soon as he thought that he found the mere thought of a make out session with Maria Umbridge gave him the chills.
"Now," Dumbledore's voice rang through his head, "Draco can you tell us your fascinating side of the story?" Dumbledore beckoned him to his side. Draco just looked up at him and then his eyes flicked to the crowd. Draco got up, but if instead of him standing beside Dumbledore and telling his grand story…Draco fled.
The Figure in the Dark AlleyDraco found a door. He yanked it open and before him there was the street. He ran as fast as he could. They were mocking me! But… I thought… Father was right! Once you're evil or down the dark path, there's no turning back! I have to leave. I can't stay here. I have to hide. Draco tried to find a place to hide. He had come out to the main road. There were shops and buildings, he ran into one of the small pubs in the corner. Everyone watched him as he walked in. He was out of breath. As he sat down he tried to breath normally because he was drawing a lot of attention to himself. A waitress walked over to him and handed him a menu. "Thanks," Draco mumbled as he accepted the menu. "Call me when your ready," the woman said squinting at him. Draco had calmed down and his breathing was normal. As he read the menu, occasionally people looked over at him. At last he decided to order a glass of water. As the waitress took his order everyone in the pub was looking at him.
"Er…" Draco started, "Just a water," everyone in the pub leaned forward, "Can I ask you something?" Draco whispered to the waitress. "Sure anything Mr. Potter!" She exclaimed, "You want anything? It's on the house! Here," she handed him a butterbeer, "It's an honor to have you here, Mr. Potter," she smiled and waited for him to order something. Draco looked around. Everyone was looking at him as if they were expecting him to do something grand and great. Draco looked at them like they were crazy. "Er…thanks but I think I'll be going now," Draco got up and side walked over to the door. "Come again! Thank you Harry Potter!" Draco walked out side. Is this what Potter has to go through? Man this is awful! Everyone staring at him, at least I get a little more respect when I go out. Man this is going to be awful! Draco started wandering the streets. What was it that Herm- no Granger, said? I can't leave? I can't go out side. Why not? Is it because… The Dark Lord! That's why! And he doesn't know that I'm… Holy shit! Draco suddenly stopped and looked around wildly.
A figure emerged from a dark alley off Draco's left. It raised its wand and uttered a spell. A bright green light shot out at him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Draco screamed. He tried to duck. Another form jumped in front of Draco as the spell came flying at him, it reflected the spell and it hit the sender.
"Move!" the figure that blocked him bellowed and grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him off into another alley.
"What…" the figure let him go, "What happened…?" Draco's eyes adjusted and he saw the figure clearly.
It was him… It was Draco!
"WHAT?!" Draco pulled away from his body.
"Draco! Shut up!" Harry hissed as he looked around, "You can't be reckless with my body!" Harry scolded him.
"What?!" Draco asked in shock. Harry glared at him.
"Weren't you listening? Just shut- up while I save our skins. Bloody git," Harry mumbled to himself, "Trust a Malfoy…"
"Hey! I didn't know"
"Like hell you didn't! Dumbledore was furious that you bolted! You could have gotten me killed! And now a Death Eater is going to kill you-me- what ever! It's not good!" Harry grabbed his arm again and pulled him out of the alley and started to dodge from alley to alley.
"Stop!" Draco commanded Harry let go of his arm and stood alert, "Why aren't I allowed out?" Draco asked alarmingly ignorant.
"Hmm… I don't know Draco maybe the fact that Voldemort wants to kill me and your father is perhaps one of those who might want me dead!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Do I really do that? Look that arrogant?" Draco asked.
"What? You want me to do a Draco Malfoy impression? Fine," Harry screwed up his face and thought of something Draco had said.
"You couldn't even hit the side of a barn Weasel be! Or wait even better! Stupid Mudblood!" Harry's impression was almost exactly like Draco, "Good enough or do you need more?" Draco shook his head. Am I really that mean?
"Come on we've got to go! Come on!" fighting could be heard in the background.
"Who was in the alley before you blocked it?" Draco asked as they made a run for it to the front of Grimmauld Place.
"One of the Death Eaters. Probably one you know," Harry said as he waited for head quarters to reveal its self. When it did Harry ran to the door with Draco in tow. He yanked open the door and through Draco in before he shut the door behind them. Mrs. Weasley came and helped Draco up.
"Are you ok dear?" she asked.
"This stupid git here was smart enough to almost get my body killed!" Harry spat.
"Now calm down…Harry," Mrs. Weasley said apprehensively. She was confused at whom she was talking to but she just went with it, "Hermione and Ron are up stairs and you two better stay inside this house until Dumbledore says other wise. Now run along and no going into the Room of Disgusting and Horrible Pictures with a Disappearing door!" Mrs. Weasley watched both of them walk up the stairs.
