A/N: Wowie! I got reviews! And good ones too!

Fragonknight01-You'll just have to wait and see. And your not nosy, I rather enjoy questions that help me think.

Viper-vegeta-Thanks soooo much.Blushes I'm not the best writer in the world butI enjoy it. Sorry about the confusion, I'm technologically illiterate. Thanks yet again hope you enjoy.

Warnings-I don't own Harry Potter, as much as I wish I did, I don't.

This is slash, or will be soon. Please turn around if you don't like.

This is for Scott, ML. And Viper-vegeta and Fragonknight, my first reviewer!

September 17, 2005. Draco Malfoy sat on the slightly worn couch in the living room of Grimmauld Place. His cold silver eyes stared blankly out the window as he thought about the past, and how it all began.

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Draco pushed himself up off the cold floor of the Malfoy manor dungeons. His whole body wracked with pains as the final waves of the crucio curse dissipated. 'Never again' Draco thought to himself, 'Never again will a Malfoy bow at another's feet. But how does one get out from under the Dark Lords finger? Oh damn. Dumbledore.'

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Draco smiled at the memory, sad really, but finally he had forced himself to go to the Head masters office and freely offer his valuable support in the war against Voldemort. He hadn't been to happy when Dumbledore informed him he would be staying at number 12 Grimmauld place for the summer instead of returning home, but of course he went. Surprisingly the Weasel and Granger hadn't been too horrible; Potter on the other hand hadn't even noticed he was there. Draco sighed, remembering the pained, worn out look Potter had on his face those last few weeks before the battle. Everyone was tired, of course. Everyone was scared. But Potter just kept going, kept moving, even when it looked like he would drop at any moment.

The door to the living room swung open as Ron and Hermione bustled into the room, arguing about something or the other. Draco rolled his eyes playfully, 'Get a room Mione'. Draco smiled as he stood.

"You know, interrupting people's peace is very rude." Draco smirked at Weasley's flushed face.

"You know, being an annoying ferret is very rude." Hermione intoned smartly.

"How very poetic of you my dear. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"Nothing! We were just being silly Draco. There is no problem." Hermione answered to quickly.

"What are you talking about Mione! Yes there very well is,..Umf..." Ron groaned as he held his side. Draco looked between the two of them.

"Oh, well good thing there's nothing, you know, suspicious about the two of you." Looking at Hermione's stubborn face Draco knew he wouldn't get any answer now. 'Time for some Malfoy magic.' "Well it's late; I'll be off to bed now. Don't stay up to late you guys, we have shopping to do tomorrow." Draco swept out of the room, thinking of how exactly he was going to pull this off.

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Hermione opened her bed room door quietly before slipping out. Spotting Ron further along the hall she crept up to him.

"Alright? Do you have the money?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes, course Mione. But is this worth it? We've been saving this money forever. And besides, I still don't think this is a good idea. I mean I have a really bad feeling, Mione." Ron shuffled his feet as he spoke.

"Ron, we have no chose. We've been waiting three years. It's time to actually do something! Now come on." Hermione snuck down the hall, Ron following behind her. They quietly left the house.

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From the deserted second floor room window Draco watched them begin their journey. Turning, he picked up the cloak lying across the dusty bed. 'Well here we good Draco. Never thought I'd actually be glad Potter had one of these.' Draco slid beneath the invisibility cloak and quietly ran after his two friends as they walked down the dark deserted lane, on their way to find a lost friend.

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Hermione nervously clenched and unclenched her fists, listening to the whistle of the wind as it blew through the thin woods just out side of London. 'Be here, please be here.' She thought. 'I can't stand it anymore, please be here.' Just then a shadow moved and a slightly bent man stepped out from the woods.

"Miss. Granger I presume. Do you have it?" The man's voice was rough and cracked on several words.

"Yes, yes we have it here." Hermione pulled the bag on galleons from Ron's hands and held them out. "But first, tell us how to speak with him." The man sighed and started to rub his hands together.

"Step into the woods and you will see a path. Follow the path and you will come to a tree, on the tree is a large symbol, cut into the wood. Place your wand hand on the sign and say, 'Where the truth is told I wish to be, truth be told and take what you will from me.' After that, I doubt you'll need direction." The man laughed chokingly. "And good night to ya." He dissaperated with a quiet pop. Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and pushed her way into the woods.

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What seemed like hours, but was most likely minute later they were in front of a large tree, and there as they had been told, was the sign. Hermione placed her right hand on the sing and whispered the words they had been told. Nothing happened. Dead silence echoed through the dark woods. Then, surprising all three of the young people standing in the clearing, two seen one unseen, the tree began to wither. It shook and wavered and finally, with an almighty groan snapped into a rough humanoid figure. The, thing, settled down on the ground were the tree hand been moments before. Hermione, breathing heavily stepped forward.

"We…We've come to ask for your assistance in finding a friend. A…" Hermione jumped back as the creature raised a hand.

"I know why you have come Granger. What you seek is hard to find. Once found again it can be lost. For this is once more a dangerous time. "The things voice sounded unsurprisingly like the moaning of a tree as it falls.

"We know the risks. But he's more important than anything that could happen to us." Hermione spoke up quietly.

"Who said to you this would happen? May hap who you search for does not wish to be found."

"Harry would come back to us if he could. I know it!"

"Know what you will mortal. I tell no such thing but truth or riddle. If you so desperately want this lost friend, I will tell you how to find him. For a price." The creature groaned as it shifted position.

"What exactly do you want in return?" Ron gently pulled Hermione back to stand next to him.

"A simple thing really. Yet no one seems willing to give it. When your question is answered please set me a flame."

"What! Your thousands of years old! If I set you on fire it'll kill you." Hermione said.

"Do you not think I know this? Please grant an old tree his last dying wish."

"Answer our question and I will do as you ask." Hermione pulled her wand from her robes.

"The wizard you seek is right by your side. Hidden away in a secret place. Not far from where you still call home. A guardian you must pass first, a dear friend of mine. But be warned, what you seek may turn out to be more than you expected. Through that door lies your wish and truths that were not meant to be found." The creature sat still, its answer finished. Hermione raised her wand.

"Wait! What was that? That wasn't an answer! How do we find Harry with that?" Ron asked loudly. Hermione whispered a spell and the tree was burning. Later they both swear they heard it sigh happily. Who would have thought tree's like to be burnt?

"Why did you do that Hermione? We'll never find Harry now!" Ron asked on the verge of tears.

"Come now Ronald. I thought it was fairly obvious. Harry's at Hogwarts."

A/N-I need reviews people! I'm dying here. Please feel free to say what you think, it helps me be a better writer. Thanks and much love Aubrey.