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A/N Seriously people, this is scary. I know somebody read it, because I'm on their author alert list. So why do I only have one review? Do you not like it? You can tell me if you don't like it. I'll take a flamer at this point, just to know somebody read it. Just give me a review, even if all you have to say is 'I read it'. I'm having serious trouble updating on one review. So read, then REVIEW!

Dumbledore's office was nothing like Draco had imagined, but, thinking back, it seemed to fit the headmaster's personality. Cluttered, slightly messy, yet very, how to explain it? Intelligent. Harry seemed to know his way around, which fit. Dumbledore always had favored Potter.

Harry calmly made his way over to Dumbledore's desk, and started going through drawers.

"What're you doing?" Draco asked curiously. Harry finished looking through one of the drawers, then answered.

"I'm looking for a piece of paper," Harry said, not paying a bit of attention to anything but the desk that he was searching.

"Really? Never would have guessed that one. What're you looking for?" Harry looked up this time, and gave Draco a real answer.

"When I first went to the Order, Mad-Eye gave me a piece of paper with the location written on it by Dumbledore, so I could see the house it's in," Harry explained, "And now I'm looking for somewhere where Dumbledore might have written the location, like a letter or something." Made sense, and maybe Potter was smarter than Draco had thought him to be.

All the Death-eaters thought of Harry as some sort of weapon that Dumbledore wielded. It was as if Harry had no mind. Dumbledore point Harry at then, and say 'shoot' and they would all be exploded. Stupid Death-eaters.

Malfoy's choice to serve the Order solidified. Death-eaters were so dumb it would be horrible to work for them. Malfoy started searching through a huge box stuffed to the top with paper. He heard Harry shuffling through files.

Draco was about half-way through the mass of papers when he came across something that looked useful.

"Hey Potter, over here!" He called, and Harry sprung up and fell at Malfoy's side.

"What is it?" Harry asked, excited.

"It's a letter to… Nymphadora Tonks? You know her?" Harry nodded.

"Course I know Tonks! What's Dumbledore saying?"

"Let's see, Dear Tonks… Hope your doing well… Here it is! 'Please meet me at Grimmauld place, there's some important news you need to know," Malfoy said enthusiastically. Is that where it is? Grimmauld Place?" Harry nodded.

"Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London. Since Dumbledore wrote that, you should be able to get in.

"Good. Let's go," Draco said impatiently, practically running out of the office. Harry followed at a walk, wondering why Malfoy was so nervous.

"Draco, what's up? You seem jittery." Malfoy jumped slightly, giving Harry a pleading look. He was so preoccupied he didn't even protest to being called Draco.

"I'll tell you while we fly… Let's go!" Malfoy was running by this point, so Harry had no choice but to keep up. The second they were out of the school, Draco leapt onto his broom, taking off quickly. Harry mounted his, following. Though Malfoy was still tense, flying seemed to calm him down a bit.

"Now can you tell me what's wrong?" Harry asked, exasperated. Malfoy glanced around, then answered.

"You know how I told you that I don't know what's happening with the war? Well I do know something. I know when the death-eaters are going to attack Hogwarts. I just remembered, father told me so I could leave before the raid, and I wouldn't get hurt," Malfoy took a deep breath, "This is something the Dark Lord would rather Dumbledore didn't know." Harry gave Malfoy a rather depressed look.

"Great. Let's fly fast, shall we? I fought off death-eaters once, and, while they may be stupid, they are fairly good duelists. I'd rather not have to fight them again," Harry said with a forced calm. Malfoy looked as nervous as Harry felt.

"Faster." Malfoy nodded, pushing his broom as fast as it was capable of going. Harry followed, wishing Malfoy had a firebolt.

They managed to fly unhindered for all of ten minutes, when Harry saw a flash of red light wiz by his ear.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, turning to fire back. Two death eaters were quickly gaining on them. Harry noted that they were flying nimbus two thousands, which meant that they were in luck.

"FLY!" Harry screamed at Draco, who was tuning to fight. "Shoot over your shoulder, but dammit Malfoy FLY!" Harry sent a redactor curse over his shoulder, and heard one of the death-eaters block it. He recognized the voice, and, by the look on Malfoy's face, so did he.

"Just keep flying! You're on our side now, remember? You're dad can't get to you!" Malfoy's expression hardened and he took a shot over his shoulder.

"I know. How much longer?" Harry looked at the ground, taking another shot.

"About three minutes, but we have to get a on them so we can make it into the Headquarters. When I say dive, dive, then follow me." Harry took another shot then continued. "We've got to be fast, or else they'll kill us."

"My father wouldn't—" He stopped, reconsidering. "All right." Harry watched in awe as Malfoy shot at his father. Perhaps Malfoy had a bit more gut than he had first thought.

Harry scanned the ground. The houses and neighborhood had gotten dirtier, which meant that they were close.

"We're almost there," Harry yelled, shooting again. He heard one of the death-eaters give a cry, then, a moment later, a sickening crunch as he hit the ground.

"Nice shot Potter!" Malfoy snickered. Somebody was enjoying themselves. Harry smiled slightly. It must be nice to have a clear conscious for the first time in you life. Harry took a look at the ground, and screamed,

"DIVE!" Harry dove, Malfoy close in tow. They managed to take Lucius by surprise, but it was a close thing. Soon, all three of them, father, son, and Harry, were in a dive that had pointed straight at the ground.

Harry was enjoying the adrenaline rush, and took a quick look behind them. They were going to make it!

Harry and Draco pulled out of the dive, to find themselves hurtling directly at the door to the house.

"Alohamora!" Harry cried. The door swung open, and the two boys flew in, leaping off their brooms, landing on their backs in an effort not to hit the wall.

"We made it," Draco panted, turning to Harry, but Harry wasn't listening. He was staring in horror at a man framed in the doorway to the kitchen. Malfoy closed his eyes.

Couldn't they have even a bit of luck?

A/N Chapter five will be out soon, now that I'm back in school, I have plenty of boring math and history classes to write during! Review it please, and I'll be happy.