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A/N Welcome to Chapter nine! I left this one at a cliffhanger…he he he… Anyways, I just started writing another fic, and it'll be posted with in a couple of weeks. It's based on the storyline given to me by Midnight Kitchen Raider, to whom I'm very grateful. Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, including JoJo the Jelly Fish and MilliKilo. On to chapter nine!

Ron was sitting next to his girlfriend, Hermione.

"Oh Ron, he's trustable now! Why can't you accept that?" Hermione snapped, exasperated.

"Hermione, how can you trust his after all he's done to us? You can't just forget about six years in one hour?" Ron asked, still slightly shocked by the whole situation. He felt betrayed.

He, Ron, had been Harry's friend for over 5 years, he had stuck by Harry's side through the thick and the thin, he had been through more horrible things with his best friend than most people could ever imagine. Not that Ron was ever acknowledged for it.

And now, Draco Malfoy, who had made Harry's life hell for years, was taking Ron's place. Not that Ron would ever admit it, but perhaps he was just a bit jealous.

"Ron, you have to trust Harry's judgment. If we can't trust our friends in times like these, we won't last five minutes," Hermione said desperately.

Times like these…thought Ron. It was hard to imagine that outside the safety of Grimmauld place, there was a war going on. That was another sore point, that he wasn't out there fighting along side the rest of the order.

"I'm not saying that I don't trust Harry," Ron said, sighing, "It's Malfoy that I don't trust." Hermione gave her boyfriend a withering look. "All right," Ron amended, "I could learn to trust him. It'll take awhile, and he'll have to prove himself… Someway or another. I dunno…" Ron trailed off.

"It's ok Ron. I know that's a lot for you, and I'll accept that. Thanks Ron." Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Ron smiled. Perhaps their situation wasn't as bad as he'd originally thought.

"Are you ready yet?" Harry asked Draco impatiently. Draco was carefully arranging himself in a soft chair in the corner of the room.

"You can wait Potter. If I'm going to be doing magic, I'm going to be comfortable while I'm doing it." Harry shook his head, dropping himself unceremoniously down onto the wooden chair that went with the desk.

"Ok I'm ready," Draco said in a superior tone, "Are you?" Harry nodded.

"You just do your part and I'll take care of the hard part."

Draco simply sneered in response, pulling out his wand. Harry glanced at it curiously.

"What's in its core?" He asked.

"Dragon Heartstring," Draco said affectionately, running his thumb along the wood of his wand. "Yours?"

"Phoenix Feather, from Dumbledore's phoenix, even," Harry answered proudly, but also shivering as he thought of the other feather Fawkes had given. And where it was. Draco tilted his head in question.

"More to the story?" He asked, seeing Harry's shiver when talking about the origins of his wand.

"Yes," Harry responded, "But I'm not going to tell you right now. Maybe later." Draco smiled, almost. Smiling didn't come naturally to him.

"Let's get started."

Harry nodded, reaching into his pocket for his wand. The warm wood felt good in his hand, natural.

"You start. Remember, once you've found Dumbledore; hold it in your mind until you feel me take it," Harry said sternly.

"How exactly will I know when you've er… taken it?" Draco asked, slightly nervous.

"You'll know." Harry didn't elaborate. Malfoy shrugged, closing his eyes.

"Point Me!" Draco said, focusing his mind on the memories he had of Dumbledore…

An image was materializing in his head…

Dumbledore was standing in a corner of… it looked like a dungeon… his wand was out and he looked alert…

It was working! Draco thought joyfully. He quickly turned his attention away from the triumph, and concentrated on keeping the image in his head.

And then it was gone. There was an uncomfortable feeling of blankness where a memory should have been, almost like having a memory charm placed on you, except he could still remember what he'd saw… It was a very disconcerting feeling.

Draco opened his eyes to see Harry, his eyes shut tight, sitting rigid on the chair by the desk.

"Harry?" Draco asked tentatively, not really sure if this was supposed to be happening. He racked through is mind, trying to remember all that Harry had said before they started.

Come to think of it he had said something about fainting after performing the magic... Maybe he was unconscious during the magic too. Draco shrugged to himself, relaxing while he waited for Harry to come to.

Harry, meanwhile, certainly wasn't relaxing.

The second Draco had switched his focus to locating Dumbledore; Harry had sunk into his legimancy powers, then expanded them to include Draco.

That had to be one of the most horrible things he had ever felt. He and Draco were both very powerful wizards, there was no denying that.

As it turns out, two powers that large don't come together easily. After moment of fighting though, Harry was in-side the other boy's surface thoughts.

Draco's mind was a scary place. No, not as in evil, but there were horrible things in Draco's memory. Harry wasn't about to delve deeper into his new friend's memories, but he would ask about them later. Whatever had happened in Malfoy's past, it was strong enough to make its way up to his surface thoughts even during such a strong and delicate piece of magic.

Harry mentally shook himself. This is not the time, he told himself sternly. He reached out with his powers, and seized the thought of Dumbledore's location, there was no gentle way to do it, and Draco would realize that in a second.

Harry took the fix on Dumbledore, then reach out with all his power towards it.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. Harry felt like there were thousands of death-eaters using theCruciatus curse on him all at once from a thousand different angles.

Harry steeled himself, and continued to push his magic to its limits. Then he reached Dumbledore, and the pain stopped. Dumbledore's magic was soft and cool; certainly more controlled that Draco's, which was probably why it merged so easily with Harry's.

What is it Harry? Dumbledore's voice said gently into his mind.

Hogwarts will be attacked on the first day of school. Draco forgot to tell you, so I'm telling you now. Harry thought as loudly and quickly as possible… All he had to do was make sure that Dumbledore had heard him, then he could withdraw his powers.

Message received. Dumbledore answered calmly, giving Harry's magic a push that sent Harry's awareness hurtling back to his body and mind.

I had been over a minute. Was it supposed to take this long? Draco was getting worried, but not nearly worried enough to go over do anything.

Then Harry's body slumped over and fell off the chair in a dead faint.

Draco instinctively rushed over to the fallen boy, taking a pulse. Everything was fine.

Well, everything would have been fine if fate hadn't been against them.

Ron had decided that he needs to come and check on Harry, and the timing couldn't have been worse.

"WHAT'VE YOU DONE TO HIM YOU BASTARD!" And there wasn't a single person in that entire house who didn't hear Ron's screams.

And there also wasn't a single person in that entire house who didn't come rushing to Ron, which caused a situation that Draco even sure he could talk his way out of.

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