Weeks went by and Draco and Harry we're getting along. The longest report Ron or Hermione had to write was 9 inches. That was the first week. Now, it more like two or three inches.

"Hermione, I'm going out for a walk, do you want to come?" asked Draco.

"No, go ahead, I need to finish Snape's essay. Sorry," said Hermione.

"Ok, I'll be back in about 20 minutes," said Draco.

"Ok," said Hermione.

Draco walked out to the school grounds and sat near the lake. 'I wonder what that prophecy of ours really says. I thought I was Voldemort's heir? Maybe I'm a rebel, like I'm doing?' he was thinking.

"Well, well, well, Draco Malfoy," said someone from behind Draco. He got up and stared at the person.

"Who are you? Show yourself," said Draco. The person was cloaked in black, with his hood hiding his face. Draco knew he was a death-eater, he just didn't know who.

"You don't know?" asked the person. He lifted his hood a little, then put it back down.

"Nott, what are you doing out of Azkaban?" said Draco.

"Very good, my boy," he ignored what Draco said. "Now to business. You'll be turning eighteen in…June, yes?" said Nott.

"Yeah, so," snapped Draco.

"Have you forgotten? That's when you get your mark," said Nott.

"I haven't forgotten. I'm just not going to get one," snapped Draco. His hand went inside his cloak and grabbed his wand. He saw Nott do the same thing, so he didn't pull it out.

"Do you think you have a choice?" asked Nott.

"Yes I do. I'm not going," snapped Draco.

"I knew if you stayed here, you'll get soft," said Nott in a disgusted tone.

"I am not soft," snapped Draco.

"Ha! Ever since you started to go out with that mudblood, you've turned soft," hissed Nott.

"Do not call her that!" snapped Draco.

"Um, Harry, let me see your map," said Hermione.

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Draco said he'd be back in 20 minutes. It's been 40," said Hermione.

"Um…ok," said Harry. He went to get his map. He came back muttering the spell. Hermione took the map and scanned it.

"He's out by the lake with Nott, Harry?" said Hermione. Ron, Harry, and Hermione glanced at each other and ran out of the common room.

"Ron, go get Dumbledore and meet us at the lake," said Harry. Ron turned the next corner.

"Isn't he supposed to be in Azkaban?" asked Hermione while they ran.

"He should," said Harry. He looked at the map when they got to the entrance hall.

"Where is he?" asked Hermione.

"Just outside, they've moved. Nott's not facing the door. We can sneak up on him," said Harry.

"Ok," said Hermione.

"Rictusempra," said Harry when they opened the door.

Nott muttered something and a jet of red sparks flew out and hit Hermione. She flew back and hit the door. Both Draco and Harry shouted Expelliarmus. Nott's wand flew out of his hand and he flew back. Harry caught his wand and walked over to him.

"Harry be careful," Hermione said when he left her. Draco came up to her.

Harry pointed his wand at Nott. "What are you going to do? Kill me?" asked Nott.

"No, but I know more than last time when we met in the Department of Mysteries," said Harry.

"Yes, I remember. The night I was caught," he smiled at Harry. Harry knew what he was going to say. "The night your stupid godfather died to save you." Harry started to shake with anger. "He died to save his stupid best friend's son. How touching." Nott was still on the ground smiling up at the fuming Harry. "You, Harry Potter, will meet the same sticky end your parents met." When Harry didn't say anything, he continued. "Why, why is Lucius' son going out with that filthy mudblood?" His eyes flickered to Draco then back to Harry. "His father would be very disappointed."

"He loves her, that's why," said Harry. "He doesn't care what his father would think."

"Is that so?" asked Nott.

"Yes, that's so," said Draco from behind them. "I'm not going to his side. Tell Voldemort, will you?"

"You have too," said Nott.

"I do not," said Draco. "Didn't we just discuss this?"

"Another death-eater?" said Fudge when he arrived with Dumbledore and Ron about five minutes later. "I'll send dementors straight away." Harry looked at him.

"No," pleaded Harry. "No, I don't like hearing my parents death again. It's horrible." Fudge looked at him.

"Is that why you collapse when they get near you?" asked Fudge.

"Yes," nodded Harry. He refused to look at Draco. He knew what he was thinking and what was on his face now. He didn't want to look at him.

"No, Fudge, I don't want them here either. Besides, they seem to get them," Dumbledore waved an arm at Ron, Harry, Hermione and Draco.

"Well, I just take him to Azkaban," said Fudge. He walked to Hogsmead to apparate to Azkaban.

"Didn't I clearly state that none of you are to got out alone?" asked Dumbledore.

"It's my fault professor," said Draco. "I was just thinking."

"Anything you wish to tell me?" asked Dumbledore.

"No sir," lied Draco. Harry recognized that 'No sir'. He used the same tone of voice in his second year during the attacks.

"Ok, back to your common room, all of you," said Dumbledore.

"Ok," they all chorused.