This is Re-edited and the original 3rd /4th /5th Chapters combined. Now just Chapter 2. Hehe, it's kind of big. Sorry?

I don't own Harry Potter.

The end.

Snape walked along side his godson, back down to the dungeons and to the cell they had taken Malfoy from. Snape stopped and looked at the cell curiously, the elder man seemed unhappy at the living conditions. The black haired man in the cell across from there stepped into the light and stared at them with wide eyes.

"Severus, must I stay here?" Malfoy asked the Potion's Master.

"I wish I could make you more comfortable Draco, but I'm already on thin ice with the Minister and his precious pet Percy will not hear a word I say on your behalf. I am sorry Draco," Snape pursed his lips at the boy in a sort of smile.

"I understand godfather," Draco didn't want to really touch anyone, but it was necessary to his plan. So he hugged the potion's master, not an unheard of thing.

"I'll see you in a few hours Draco," Snape ruffled his hair and closed him back into the cell.

"Yes uncle," Draco gave him a sort of smile and the man left.

"How did it go?"

"I told them what I know and that's all."

"It's a bit difficult to tell them things you don't know 'eh?"

"Aye. How long have you been in here?"

"Since June, when they caught me."

"Want out?" Draco asked,

"Who doesn't?"

Malfoy shrugged and removed a wand from the sleeve of his shirt, the man across looked stunned for a long moment and then frowned "How did you get that?"

"Severus rarely uses his but always keeps it on him. I was always a very successful pick-pocket."

"You are one strange kid, but I like you more than I would expect to."

"Thank-you" The blonde point the wand at the cell door and it sprung open, he walked over and tapped the other man's door and it opened as well.

"Thanks kid, I need to go visit someone who misses me."

"Wait, you can't go that way," Malfoy grabbed the man's arm and pulled him back, he had been heading towards the main exit.

"There's no other way out." the man said, looking in either direction.

"Yes, there is. Dungeons have to have very good ventilation systems otherwise the smell of dead prisoner's would cause trouble. This is structured like the ones at Hogwarts, follow me," Malfoy turned in the opposite direction and jogged down the hall.

They raced down the corridor and reached a four way intersection, Malfoy walked into the centre and looked straight up. He pointed the wand at a set of six blocks. They disappeared and a grate appeared. The man laughed and walked into the centre too, he looked up and smiled. Malfoy levitated them up and he slipped through two of the bars, then pulled it open from the other side and helped the other man through. They levitated out and found themselves in an abandoned alley in Muggle London.

"Thanks, kid."

"Hey, who are you?"

"Black, Sirius Black."

Malfoy nodded and scaled the wall at the back of the alley, he apperated away, leaving Black in the alley. The man grinned and apperated to Privet Drive where his godson sat sulking in his bedroom.

It was blistering hot summer day in Surrey and Harry lay on his bed in just a pair of Dudley's old shorts, his eyes were closed and he was concentrating very hard on Winter at Hogwarts. It didn't really work.

"POTTER! GET UP! WE'RE LEAVING FOR THE COMMUNITY CENTRE POOL, DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING" Vernon yelled from downstairs, the door slammed and Harry was alone.

He glowered and sat up for the heat was too much, so he padded out his room and went to the freezer and pulled it open. Everything was melted, and the cold was gone, Dudley must have been trying to cool off. Harry rolled his eyes and walked onto the brown and dead lawn.

A loud crack sounds alerted him to someone apperating near-by, Harry flung himself behind some bushes and watched as a dirty, sallow skin and sunken eyes and long, matted black hair. He stumbled forward and walked up towards the house.

"Sirius?" Harry stepped out from behind the bushes.

"Harry!"

They hugged each other for a long time, Harry knew one neighbor or another was looking but he didn't care "I thought you were dead, Remus said you were, everyone said you were dead."

"I was, I think, I don't know. I fell through the curtain and the next thing I knew I was in a cell in the dungeons of the Ministry."

"How did you escape."

"Some kid."

"Some kid?"

"Yeah, Snape's godson…" Sirius searched his brain, he'd known that fact once upon a time. "Ah well, doesn't matter, his name was like Draco?"

"Draco Malfoy?"

"…now that you mention it, he did look an awful lot like Narcissa and Lucius, maybe that was him."

"I can't believe he helped you escape," Harry was stunned and the things he'd thought of the boy now somehow felt very wrong.

"Yeah, he's smart, got himself in a mess with the Ministry though."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure what happened really," Sirius admitted, "but no matter, I'm glad to see you again Harry."

"I'm so glad you're alive Sirius," Harry hugged his godfather again.

"Let's go inside 'eh?" Sirius motioned to the door and they went inside. Harry noticed Sirius seemed lost in thought as they sat down and Harry got them both some water.

"What's wrong Sirius?"

"It's that Malfoy kid, they did some terrible stuff to him and I don't know how he held up. He's just, I don't know, different from Lucius. Draco looks a bit like his father, but they're so different, it's strange."

"Malfoy looks exactly like his father."

"Most people say so, but no, I don't think so, Draco looks too much like Narcissa, that sort of evil angelic structure to his face that got Narcissa everything over her sisters. His eyes are gray and to the best of my knowledge no one in the Malfoy or Black line has that. But he must have gotten it from somewhere. He's rare, and I don't think he knows it."

"A rare pain in the ass. Malfoy's a complete egotistical git, nothing more."

"Maybe, he just didn't act like a git when I saw him, though maybe it wasn't under normal circumstances."

Sirius looked over at Harry and grinned, then he stood and walked over to the window, he looked out to see the Dursley's car pulling into the driveway. Sirius frowned and watched as they walked towards the front door and flung it open. Vernon looked terribly angry.

"How do they get off telling us we can't go in, that's it's too full for us! An outrage, bloody outrage."

"I agr-" Petunia stopped dead when she saw Sirius Black, a dirty, filthy, hairy man standing in the middle of her impeccably clean living room. She screamed and fainted into Vernon's arms.

"What is going on boy?"

"This is my godfather, Sirius Black," Harry said with a smile.

The Dursley's backed away quickly and looked between the two in fear. Two Wizards. Dudley squealed and floundered upstairs to his room, Vernon tried to drag Petunia away and into the Kitchen with little progress.

"Come on Harry, let's go."
Sirius patted Harry on the back and walked with him upstairs, they flung everything into his trunk and grabbed Harry's broom. They walked back downstairs and waved to Petunia and Vernon, Sirius apperated them into the middle of the park across from Number Twelve. No one was out and so they quickly walked across and into the house before anyone saw them.

Remus was sitting in one of the chairs with his head in his hands and Molly Weasley patting his back helpfully. Arthur walked out of the kitchen just as Harry and Sirius burst in. Ron and Hermione were sitting on a couch next to Ginny, each was nibbling on a scone and sipping tea from cracked cups.

"SIRIUS! HARRY!" Molly sprang away in surprise, Remus stood up and ran to Sirius, they hugged each other for a long time, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Harry!" Hermione ran over and gave him a bone-crushing hug, Ron and Ginny raced over as well. The moment Remus let his friend go Molly was hugging him and Harry at the same time, both were turning blue.

"How did you survive?"

"I don't know, but I fell through and the next thing I know I'm in a cell in the dungeons of the Ministry." Sirius seemed to be uncomfortable with his explanation.

"How did you escape?" Remus asked, looking over his friend.

"Draco Malfoy was thrown into the cell across from me, he helped me get out."

"Malfoy!" Everyone but Harry looked at him as if he was insane.

"I know you all hate him, but he saved me, he didn't even know who I was and he got me out."

"Malfoy though? The git got thrown in a dungeon cell?"

"They needed to question him for the whereabouts of the Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy. They brought him from Greece where he was staying, I think that's what Bustront said anyway."

"Marvin Bustront?" Arthur frowned.

"Yeah, and apparently he was given authority for any means necessary. The kid looked beat up by the time he got to the cells."

"Malfoy deserves it," Ron said angrily, Hermione slapped him hard upside his head.

"He saved Sirius, he can't be all bad."

There was a loud cracking outside and several shouts of surprise, everyone ran to the window and saw Tonks running towards them, Dumbledore on her heels and Snape just behind him, Snape looked infuriated. Sirius ran quickly upstairs.

"Something's happened, Sirius is alive, he escaped, he-he took Draco Malfoy with him. Something like that-"

"That man hit my godson!" Snape stormed in, he whirled around and glared at Dumbledore.

"I know Severus, but- oh, hello Harry."

"Hello Professor."

"Sirius is here," Arthur said excitedly, he pointed and Sirius came back downstairs with a small grin on his face.

"We're here congratulating Black while Bustront is free and probably looking for my godson right now to get his grimy little paws on him!" Snape yelled, he pounded the wall with his fist.

"Severus, there is no way anyone can find Draco, he's got a thousand different residences he could go to, no one will find him unless he lets them. You're godson is very resourceful and shall be fine."

"He was beaten! He was raped, and Bustront was planning on selling him to men for a few hundred galleons! Do something dammit!"

"Draco will not let himself be found," Dumbledore said, placing a hand on Snape's shoulder, the man shrugged it off.

"You," Snape paused, searching for the worst thing he could say, "oh you bastard. Draco didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve any of this. You don't even care do you, podgy old arse. "he'll be fine." Would you be fine Albus? If you were sixteen and violently taken from your own home? If you were raised by that heartless, unhuman Death Eater Lucius? Would you?" Snape was screaming he was pissed and Harry could nearly feel the anger radiating.

"Severus!" Dumbledore barked, "sit down or I'll be forced to-"

"Don't even bother Albus," Snape cut him off. Snape sat down in one of the chairs and shot everyone a cold glare. Harry moved away and looked up at Dumbledore. There was a small knock and the door opened, Kingsley walked in and sighed loudly.

"Bustront was arrested on charges of child pornography, underage prostitution and rape. Just thought you'd like to know Severus, and Lucius Malfoy has been found and arrested. All of the families resources were turned over to Draco, who went to the French Ministry and was awarded the right to remain there until the end of August when he'll move to the White Dragon and then to Hogwarts."

"Is he okay?" Snape stood and asked, when no answered he tried to leave but Albus shook his head.

"Stay here Severus, we'll ask Mr. Malfoy to come here for a few hours so you can talk to him. He won't know where he is."

"We have to help him," Snape growled but sat back down, Albus walked over to the fire place and called up the French Minister's head.

"Bonjuor? Oh, 'ello Alboose."

"Hello Jaque, can you please send us Mr. Draco Malfoy?"

"Oh, Oui! 'E est right 'ere. I sall svend 'im immediately."

"Thank-you."

The Minister's head disappeared and a moment later Draco Malfoy was standing there brushing dust from his clothes. Black trousers, a white shirts and a black jacket.

Silence greeted him.

Snape was looking at him with a sad expression.

"Hello Uncle," Draco gave him a small smile, turned away from the Gryffindor trio.

"Draco, a-are you okay?" Snape was standing, he reached out to put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I will be," Draco assured him, it was hollow though. His inner monologue went something like Please, don't touch me, gods, don't touch me. How can you bare to look at me now Uncle? I'm sick, sordid and…I'm hideous. Let me leave, all I want is to disappear from view. How can they bare to look at me? Gods, why didn't I just rot in that cell?

"Hello Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore drew his glare away from Snape.

"What do you want Professor?"

"Severus wants to speak to you, and I would like to know what happened to you."

"Here's your wand back Severus" Malfoy handed it over to the confused and slightly upset Potion's Master "I stole it earlier."

"Obviously," Snape took it, slightly confused and placed it back in his robes, Malfoy looked around slowly and then at the four Weasleys, Tonks, Kingsley, Hermione, and Harry. He looked up at Sirius and nodded towards him by way of greeting.

"Hey kid," Sirius waved.

"Don't everyone rush to greet me at once now," Malfoy said, trying to break the odd silence, then he turned to Dumbledore "You needed me?"

"Yes, please sit."

"I'm fine." He decided against sitting.

Dumbledore nodded and took a seat himself, everyone slowly sat down too, watching the blonde intently. Sirius even came downstairs and leaned against a wall to listen.

"Tell us about what happened to you, before you arrived at the Ministry of Magic. The entire story please."

"I was staying in Greece, I own a Villa there and decided to get out of Britain during the raids. Bustront came over and asked me a few questions, just simple things like whether or not I knew about anything that happened to Potter. If I had contact with Lucius this year, nothing that great. He asked me to go back to the Ministry for further questioning, I refused. It was in my best interest to stay in Greece for the summer, he said he had been permitted to use any means necessary and used some spell, I don't remember which one. I was thrown in a corner and knocked unconscious, I don't remember anything between that and waking up later in cell."

"Really?"

"Yes." Draco insisted

"Can we talk Draco?" Severus asked, almost begging.

"I, I think maybe a little later this week. Really, I just want to go back to France, Fluer's making her famous stew and I'm rather hungry. I will talk to you later Uncle, I promise," Draco said, he tried to sound like his old self, but he was fairly certain the boy who'd existed just a few hours ago was long gone.

"Then we'll talk later this week," Snape nodded.

"Thank-you," Draco nodded in return. "It was nice to see you again cousin," he nodded to Sirius too.

"Yeah, you too kid." Sirius waved back and smiled. Draco stepped into the green flames and disappeared.

"Harry, I think you and the Weasley's and Ms. Granger should all go to the Burrow, it is unsafe here."

"But-"

"No Harry," Dumbledore led him to the fire place and flooed the trunk there. Molly and Arthur left then Ginny and Harry and last went Ron and Hermione. At the Burrow Arthur carried the trunk up to Ron's room and Molly rushed into the kitchen to make some food for them. The four teenagers sat down and looked at each other for a long time.

"Let's think about what courses we're taking, the applications for electives are coming soon." Hermione attempted to start a conversation.

"Diviniation," Harry and Ron said at once.

"You complain about that course every time you take it and yet you continue with it. I think you should take-"

"No," Both boys stopped her.

Hermione opened her mouth to argue when the fireplace crackled loudly and Malfoy appeared, he was covered in soot and looked upset.

"Why in the name of Zeus was I just pushed through another fire?" he looked around and his eyes landed on the trio. "I-"

"What are you doing in my house Malfoy?"

"Good lords, Weasel? I'm in the Burrow? I'm in England? Really, I didn't, I don't know why I'm here," Malfoy looked around for the exit but Arthur appeared in front of it.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy, Dumbledore just informed us you'd be staying here for a few weeks. He doesn't want you out in France to cause trouble."

"I am not staying England," Malfoy shook his head, sending strands of white blonde hair flying into his face, they hung down just past his jaw.

"Yes boy, you are, under Albus' orders and the orders of the Ministry of Magic," Arthur walked forward and set down a tray of tea and scones for everyone.

"I really don't think there's room-"

"You can have Charlie's old room, he won't be home this summer," Molly said as she bustled in with a tray of jam and the tea pot.

"I don't have any clothes-" just as Malfoy said it three large trunks appeared around the fireplace, each one made of rare black leather with silver clasps and the Slytherin crest on the lids.

The Weasley's all looked at them for a long time before smiling at the blonde. He knelt and opened one, it was full of books, Hermione jumped up and tried to look into it.

Draco looked at his things, glancing really to make sure things were there. "You can look I suppose."

She picked up one book and gasped "A first edition, self-editing copy of Hogwarts, A History!"

"Yup, the one written by the Founders is in the old house," Malfoy nodded towards it, then began to rummage through another trunk full of clothes.

"Oh my god!" Hermione looked at another book "Snape's authored books!"

"They're essays, Potions and Dark Magic essays, he's one of the world's foremost experts in those fields. Those are originals too," Malfoy said, he found turned a framed picture upside down and then moved on through the trunk.

"Wow, how do you get a hold of these?" Hermione motioned to the other books in the trunk.

"Usually by buying them, or the authors send them by owl. We know most of the wizards who would have any need to write an important book."

"Amazing."

Malfoy finally found what he was looking for; a bag of money, it looked very full. He opened it and pulled out a few Galleons and then threw it back into the trunk. He shoved the money into the pocket of his jacket and stood up, knocking the lid shut, it clicked and the snake of the Slytherin crest hissed loudly.

"Am I staying down here? Or do I have a room?"

"Right this way, I really think we ought call you by your given name instead, it'd be awkward to-"

"I don't care anymore." Malfoy turned and levitated the trunks, Hermione pouted when the books disappeared up the stairs behind Malfoy.

"He's a strange kid, three trunks?"

"They're bottomless too, it must be for organization. His school books weren't in there either," Hermione said. They heard a shriek from upstairs

Like I've said, I'm re doing these earlier chapters while still adding to the end. So the # of chapters may be diminishing. Only because I'm combining chapters. Don't worry, things aren't all that different. I am changing Draco's character, that's the big things, he just seems so abnormal in the original (he's a jerk-bag who doesn't seem effected by his ordeal at all) I apologize for that horrible character flaw the first time around.

I hope everyone likes this new version of things.

Thanks for being kind- Firestorm00X