A/N:Sorry this has taken me a while to post. There were some people that wrote some really mean reviews and since this is my first ever attempt at doing anything like this, I had to go and lick my wounds. So anyway, thank you for all who read and reviewed. It does mean a lot. And no, Draco and his Mum are not on a bad acid trip, but thanks for asking :-(

I have a lot of chapters written already, I just need to get them posted here, so hopefully I can get it going a bit quicker.

Chapter 3

Narcissa and Draco stepped outside in to the sunshine. It was a beautiful summer day. No clouds at all. Narcissa held out her wand hand and the Knight Bus appeared right in front of them. Draco was a little excited because he'd never ridden the Knight Bus before. When the door opened, a pimply young man greeted them. "Where ya headed?" He asked.

"Hogwarts" Narcissa replied with a quick look around.

"OK, that'll be 11 sickles each," said the pimply man. Narcissa handed over the money and they boarded the nearly empty bus.

"We'll drop you off first, Ma'am, Dumbledore's orders."

"I appreciate it, thanks" she replied. Draco and his mother made their way to the back of the bus. Immediately it took off like a shot and for a moment Draco thought they were going to crash into their house. There was a loud pop and suddenly they were rolling through Hogsmeade. In a few minutes, the bus pulled up in front of the gates to the school and Draco suddenly felt some trepidation about what Dumbledore was going to tell them.

Draco locked arms with his mother and started walking through the gates of the castle. As they crossed the grounds, Hagrid caught sight of them. Draco noticed the look on his face and immediately felt sorry for him. Hagrid was, after all, the one teacher Draco and his Slytherin cronies tormented more than any other. He quickly looked away because he didn't feel proud of how he had treated Hagrid. "What's going on with me," Draco thought? "I can't feel like this, after all I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm the meanest of the mean. No you're not, said a tiny voice. You just acted that way because you were afraid of your father. Now that he's gone, you can be yourself. But, I don't even know who I am."

Draco realized that they had reached Dumbledore's office and he hadn't even remembered coming in from the grounds. Narcissa knocked on the door and it opened immediately. The headmaster ushered them inside.

"Narcissa, my dear. How are you? I am so sorry for your, um, loss. Yours as well, Draco. I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to meet me here, am I correct?"

"Yes," Narcissa replied. "I thought our little secret was to stay a secret."

"Mum, what in bloody hell are you talking about? What secret do you two have? What's going on?"

"Draco, of course I couldn't tell you before, but now I am able to. Do you remember my cousin is Sirius Black? Well, he and I had to pretend that we hated each other, but we were really very close. He was killed last week in a duel with some Death Eaters. I had been secretly giving him information about the business dealings of your father and his friends."

"You mean to tell me that you were conspiring against Dad? Why didn't you tell me? I deserved to know."

It wasn't his mother that answered, but Dumbledore. "Draco, son, your mother didn't tell you anything because I asked her not to. I was worried that you would be more like your father. Obviously, I was mistaken. For this I apologize."

Draco sat there for a moment taking this all in. "So, you actually thought I would be like that murderous git? How dare you!" he yelled.

"Draco ,don't!" Narcissa pleaded. "I need to tell you everything. I have been working in secret for the Order of the Phoenix." At his puzzled look, she continued. "The Order of the Phoenix is a secret society of witches and wizards that are loyal to Dumbledore and wish to aid in the defeat of He-who-must not be named. My cousin, Sirius, was also a member until my sister murdered him."

"So, you're telling me that we are the good guys? I always thought that you supported anything Dad did. I was a total jerk to so many people and I even hung around that cow, Pansy. I really wish you could have said something sooner."

Dumbledore looked clearly surprised by this news. "Draco, maybe we should talk about you changing houses as well. I think you may not be safe around your old friends. After all, their fathers were all arrested as well. Now that you've had a change of heart, shall we try on the Sorting Hat?"

"Um, ok," Draco said clearly nervous that the hat would not know where to put him. What if he was still a Slytherin?

Dumbledore placed the hat on Draco's head and gave him a little wink. The hat opened its rim and said, "Back again, Draco. Hmmm, let me think about this. There have been a lot of changes happening up here. I see some bravery and loyalty. Maybe you would be better suited in GRYFFINDOR!"

Draco jumped up, shocked, and whipped the hat from his head. "Gryffindor? How could I be a Gryffindor? No Malfoy has ever been anything other than a Slytherin. I've been so evil to all the people in that house, what if they don't accept me?" he asked the headmaster.

"Ah yes, I thought that may be a problem. That brings me to my plan for your safety for the rest of the summer. I wish for you and your mother to move into the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. You will be most comfortable there and hopefully you will be able to sort out your differences with certain other students while you are there."

"What other students?" Draco asked with fear. Please don't let it be who I think it is!

"Hermione Granger, Ron and Ginny Weasley and of course, Harry Potter."

Draco let out a long whistle. "That's who I was afraid would be there. If they don't forgive me, then what?"

"Well, we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it, if we come to it," Dumbledore replied. "Shall we head down to the Great Hall for a bite to eat, now? After we eat, I will escort you both to the headquarters. We will have a meeting there tonight and get you all settled in."

As they headed down the stairs, Professor Dumbledore chatted about things that seemed rather trivial to Draco. Dumbledore even noticed his haircut. "Quite a difference from your father's look isn't it?" He asked with a smile.

Draco just nodded. He was feeling a little preoccupied about the fact that he would be living with the people that hated him more than anyone else in the world. It was more than a little disconcerting.