A/N: If you managed to read through that then good for you, Gold stars for everyone.

When she awoke again she was in some dark side alley she guessed not far from the street in which the previous battle had taken place. She sat up quickly and became aware of a great pain in the back of her head. She felt the back of her head and her fingers quickly found the stream of blood pouring from a long but shallow gouge she guessed was made by whatever it was that she got hit in the back of the head with. Slowly she looked around surveying the scene surrounding her. Considering it was probably around 7:00 a.m. it was still very dark. She moved towards the nearest wall and propped her back up against it. This, she found, was a much more comfortable position. To her left was a dumpster pushed all the way up against a fence at the end of the alley. There were no doors or windows along the walls of the alley. If need be the best way of escaping would be to hop the fence at the end of the alley.

Now her attention turned to her right side. The entrance to the alley. There sitting on an overturned garbage can was a young boy about her age clearly looking annoyed at the fact that he was deligated this duty. He glanced back at her to make sure that she had not attempted to run. He looked surprised when he noticed that she was awake and had moved. He came running over and stood towering over her slightly, talking with a hint of distaste.

"You're awake are you?" He said, disappointed.

"Yes," Brittany answered.

"Don't even think about escaping, I have 10 more death eaters reading and waiting for me to give the signal," He said, now suddenly confident.

"Why would I think about escaping?" She asked indicating to the back of her head.

"Anyone who would attempt to run with this kind of an injury would have to be incredibly stupid."

"Oh, sorry about that, I would have wrapped that up for you but Grandpa said no."

"Grandpa?" Brittany asked.

"Yah, that man you and your mother were fighting," He said as though it were obvious.

"She wasn't my mother!" She argued remembering what her parents had told her about giving away personal information.

"Oh come on! How could you not be her daughter, you to are spitting images of each other!" He said lifting a peice of her hair to make it clear to her how he had known.

Brittany paused mouth open what could she say now?

"Just to make sure we have the right girl, What's your name?" He asked.

"You know my name, but I shall clarify it for you anyway. My name is Brittany." She said making sure she didn't let the boy know her last name.

"You're Harry Potter's child, right?" The boy asked. Clearly he had wanted her last name too.

"No. I've never even met her," Brittany said, trying to make her voice sound genuine.

"Well in that case I suppose I have to kill you. After all we can't have you running around London knowing we're after Potter's child," he said with a shrug.

She didn't like the thought but knew that this boy could be no older than she, and did not have the guts to kill another.

"Well seeing as how you're going to kill me anyway it couldn't do any harm letting me know your name," She said hoping that she night be able to weasel some info out of him.

"My name is Jeremy Malfoy. Son of Draco Malfoy." He said.

"Why are you doing this?" Brittany asked, taking a wild guess that he did not even want to be a death eater.

"What do you mean?" he asked as though she had read his mind and was now trying to cover up his inner feelings with denial.

"You know, the whole death eater thing. Why bother? What's in it for you?" She asked. She knew she was getting somewhere.

"Life! Life is in it for me! If I deny not only will I be breaking my family ties, But I shall also be insured death! Do you know what happens to death eaters who turn against Voldemort?" He asked. She sat there staring into his eyes, knowing that if she sat there long enough he would answer his own question. "Death!" he shouted at her.

"No. Death is only insured to those who are too weak to fight for themselves. What are you afraid of? You know enough to fend for yourself. you could run away! Who would notice? Not Voldemort! He's too busy trying to kill dad to care if one of his little servants disappeared!" She yelled back climbing to her feet to be on level with him.

After a moment of staring, panting and standing Jeremy spoke. "You are Potter's child. You said Voldemort was too busy trying to kill your dad. The only one Voldemort is trying to kill right now, is Harry Potter." He finished with a smug smile.

"No I didn't!" She said trying to regain her composure.

"Oh, yes you did!" He said, his smile widening at the sight of her flusteredness.

"No I didn't!" She said more firmly as a clump of hair fell down on her face.

"Yes, Yes you did!" He said laughing.

"NO I didn't!" She said pushing her hair back behind her ear trying not to laugh herself.

"Yes you did!" He said laughing even harder, nearing the point of tears.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked, laughing but not quite sure why.

"I don't know," He said still laughing. There they stood. In the middle of a deserted alley laughing uncontrollably.

Suddenly their laughing was interrupted by a dark voice.

"Jeremy! What do you think you're doing? Standing there laughing with our prisoner as though you've been friends for life!" The man said walking towards the spot where Brittany and Jeremy were standing laughing. Immediately the 2 of them stopped laughing.

"Ummm I was...and then..." Jeremy stuttered.

"Get out of the way you stupid boy!" The man said. Pushing Jeremy out of the way.

"Ah, M-mr. Malfoy... I was just-" Brittany started.

"You were just what? Just trying to lure my son into a state of false-security?" The man said, now getting dangerously close to her face.

"No! we were just... talking," She said, trying to be honest without giving too much away.

"Talking! It looked and sounded more like flirting to me. I'm sure you must have put him under some sort of curse or something. Right Jeremy?" Draco asked.

"No Dad! You're wrong. We were... just... making the best of a bad situation," Jeremy concluded with a shrug.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you! Miss Potter and I have a few things we have to talk about," He said turning his attention back to Brittany.

"My name isn't 'Potter'," Brittany said, hoping that Jeremy wouldn't give away her true name.

"Well, what is it then?" Draco asked with more than a hint of disbelief.

"Her name is Diggory. Her father is Cedric Diggory's younger brother," Jeremy said winking at Brittany behind his father's back.

"What did I say?" Draco asked.

"Well what is it then?" Jeremy answered in a smart-alick voice.

"What!" Draco asked confused.

"You asked me what you said and I repeated it. That is what you wanted right?" Jeremy asked with a grin of satisfaction at his father's distaste for being "smart".

"No that is not what I meant so stop being smart!" Draco said getting even more annoyed, his face turning almost the same shade of red as Brittany's hair.

"now I'm confused. I thought you said I was stupid," Jeremy said with more enthusiasm as he went. Jeremy felt good at the thought of no longer being a death eater. If he was ever going to get away, now was the time.

"You... you-" Draco said flustered at the way his son was now acting.

"I sound exactly like you. And you sound exactly like Grandpa. I believe you've already had this conversation," Jeremy said smugly.

"Don't you ever say that again!" Draco commanded shaking with rage at the comment.

"What that you sound exactly like grandpa. It's true you know, and I am not one to lie," Jeremy said knowing that his point was getting across. Draco was just flabbergasted (to use the very strange but funny term). "Dad I don't want to be a death eater and I know you hate being one, so why don't we just leave?"

"Just leave! Just leave? You know very well they'd be on us in an instant!" Draco said even though it was clear that he would very much like to leave.

"we could lie, say we're spies or something," Jeremy said, pleading with his father.

"The order could keep you safe. You could go there with me. It could work," Brittany said reminding them that she was still there. "I know you're not evil Mr. Malfoy. My parents know too. I can tell by the way they talk about you. Please. Please."

"Very well," Draco sighed. "We shall go, but we have to hurry. The dark lord is expecting me to return with the 2 of you any minute now. Where do we have to go?"

"Well, we'll have to apparate there, I can't apparate yet and I don't suppose Jeremy can either so would you be able to apparate with both of us?" Brittany asked, hoping that the answer would be yes.

"Yes! How did you expect me to get the 2 of you to the Dark Lord?" Draco said looking around nervously as though expecting some one to be there, spying on them.

"Good point. O.K. well the place is-" Brittany started.

"Wait, wait, wait," Draco interrupted. "If this is the kind of clumsiness the order is made up of then we're staying here, with the Dark Lord."

"Clumsiness!" Brittany asked. "This is not clumsiness!"

"How do you know that you can trust us?" Draco asked.

"Well a couple of things actually. First, I know just by speaking with Jeremy that he wants to leave so greatly that he would turn against his own Father just to be free. Second, I wasn't actually going to say where we were going to go, and if you were untrustworthy you would not have interrupted me. And third, it took close to nothing to convince you of leaving so therefor I could tell that you had already thought about it," Brittany finished with a satisfied sigh.

As she finished they heard footsteps coming towards the mouth of the alley.

"Good enough for me!" Draco said stretching out his arms for the kids to grab hold of.

"12 grimmauld place!" Brittany said quickly.

"but-" Draco started.

"Just do it!" Brittany said knowing that the person was now less than a meter away from the front of the alley and would be upon them in less than a minute.

Brittany felt that strange squeezing feeling that always came when apparating. then suddenly they were there. Standing just outside the door of number 12 grimmauld place.

"I thought we cleared this place out years ago after Snape killed Dumbledore," Draco said recalling back to his sixth year at Hogwarts.

"Well you did, but this is not the place, the place is right over there," Brittany pointed across the street to a house that looked as though it should have fallen over years ago. The windows were all missing the glass, The shutters were a horrible puke green colour where they were still intacked. The front door was kicked down and lay in the entrance hallway. Through the doorway you could see the old wood staircase rotten and broke. They walked towards the house a a very slow and cautious pace. Once they were less than a foot away from the broken down door they heard the unmistakable voice of Remus Lupin keeping watch.

"Who's there?" He asked nervously.

"it's me, Britt," Brittany said continuing to walk and indicating to the Malfoy's to follow.

"Who ELSE is there Brittany?" Remus asked accenting the else.

"Converts," Brittany answered.

"Proceed," the voice of Remus sighed. Once Brittany was through the door she turned to her right, the closet. "Mr. Lupin, you can come out now."

Lupin made his way out of the closet but when he caught sight of the Malfoys his expression quickly changed from one of relief and thankfulness to surprise and maybe even anger.

"THESE ARE WHAT YOU CALL CONVERTS!" He yelled brandishing his wand.

"No Lupin," Brittany said calmly stepping between the 2 Malfoys and Lupin. "These are what I call wizards in need of shelter and protection."

"These are the malfoys! They've been death eaters since the very beginning, what makes you think they'll change their minds now?" Lupin raged.

"Yes, but... these 2 are different," She sighed, knowing that she was fighting a losing battle.

"Different!" Lupin questioned.

"Yes, different. Please Lupin, we've got to help them," Brittany pleaded.

"Very well," Lupin sighed. "We'll take them in, but if anyone disagrees they're out as quick as they got in."

"Thanks Lupin," Brittany said rushing up to Lupin and giving a great hug.

Lupin sighed again and answered softly tucking his wand away, "You're welcome, now we had best be off. Your parents are worried sick about you."

They started walking in but when they realized that the Malfoys were not even following them they turned back to see them standing nervously by the door.

"Why aren't you coming?" Brittany asked starting to walk back to the door.

"You would actually let us into your secret hideout without the consent of anyone except the guard?" Draco asked. "With sloppiness like that it's a miracle the dark lord hasn't found you yet!"

"Well you see, if the other members of the order disagree then we'll either have to modify your memories, a skill that moody is very highly achieved in, or kill you," Lupin answered.

"Besides," Brittany added, "We have a better chance of killing you, if we sense you're going to betray us, if you are down in our hideout than we do, killing you up here, in the open."

After that the Malfoys had no further reason to doubt the safety of the order, twice they had doubted it and twice their worries had been proven unnecessary by reasons that appeared to make sense.

As they made their way through the old twisted hallways of the house, no one spoke. Not another word was mentioned about whether or not the Malfoys were trustworthy or not. No one really felt like talking either.

All of a sudden as the four turned the corner they heard a gasp in pain.