Disclaimer: The whole "Harry Potter" ideal is from JK Rowling, just in case some random who's been living under a rock doesn't know that. :P Heed the lyrics as well, they contribute to the story. -yourbeautifulnightmare

Chapter One

Ginny Weasley was ready to fight. She had spent the past four years training in the Underground. She had spent the past four years working with top fighters, vampires and werewolves, and Merlin knows what else. She was accomplished in dueling, unarmed fighting and extreme stamina. She was one of the best fighters ever and she was ready. Ready for Voldemort.

For Lord Voldemort had risen again and was reigning terror in both the wizarding and muggle world.

After the death of so many of her friends, Ginny realized that life was too short. She felt an urge to fight in the war and she would let nothing stop her.

Nothing did stop her though she was refused entry at the academy of Aurors at the Ministry of Magic because of the hordes of people who wanted to be Aurors. All of her brothers were fighting in the war in some way or another, and Ginny was determined not to be left out.

This is when she came across the Underground.

The Underground was a haven for those wanting to learn the utmost elite skills in combat. The Ministry was aware of the organization but they had many people from there who had saved their arse at some point or another so they tolerated their existence and kept a low profile about them.

So after four years of keeping a low profile, living at the Underground (literally underground!) and training Ginny was lethal. She had witnessed too many deaths of friends at the hands of Voldemort and his minions and she was ready to put to a stop to it.

The Ministry was discreetly recruiting members of the Underground to join a team of a hundred or so more highly trained witches and wizards to hack their way through the Fencult forest, deep within the darkest lands where Voldemort had first turned beautiful land into bleak forest riddled with horrid creatures and strange dark magic.

The Ministry believed Voldemort had his lair right at the end of the forest and the good thing was the Ministry was gaining on him. Many of his half-hearted followers had been captured. They had been trying to elude a guaranteed death by siding with the enemy. But to what avail?

And since Ginny had just completed the Underground criteria for a highly trained fighter, she was in line to be in the squad hunting down Voldemort and his ill-gotten supporters. Ginny had wanted nothing more than to kill him.

But sadly she couldn't, because of the prophecy and all the riff-raff to do with that. It was Harry's job but she wanted to help out any way.

Draco got out of his Auror head quarters dorm bed and stretched. Today he would be finding out if he got into the squad that would be traveling into the Fencult forest. Draco desperately hoped he would get in. Ever since he found out why his mother had been acting strangely, almost insane he had been hell bent on getting his own back on Voldemort. Voldemort had tortured his mother into insanity, craftily covering up the fact he had.

As for his father, he couldn't believe he followed him blindly for so many years. Lucius Malfoy had been carefully misleading his son for his whole life. After Draco realized all the lying that was going on he confronted his father. Draco had left the Malfoy manor just after his seventh year graduation. After a slip in grades in his sixth, he had graduated among the top students of his seventh year.

From then on he had nothing to live for except to get his vengeance for his forsaken childhood. He decided to fight against what he was brought up with. But it was hard. No one respected his family name, whether from the light side or the dark. He couldn't find anyone who liked him the slightest. The only person who truly loved him was sitting in a bed in a hospital with her eyes darting around a ward searching for the man who could be hiding behind a curtain, holding his wand, ready to serve more pain and suffering.

Draco applied for Auror training. The Ministry was very suspicious but somehow Dumbledore had convinced them he was on the light side. And helpfully reminded them Draco had never actually done anything wrong. Draco was good Auror, even the Ministry had to admit, and they were taking in as many recruits as possible.

So they assigned the wonderboy to be his roommate for the next five years. Yes, Harry Potter.

When they first realized they would be sharing a small room together for the next five years both were extremely agititated about it. But the two twenty three year olds had grown up a lot since their days in Hogwarts, and both were mature enough to decide they would try to get along.

And they did.

Harry and Draco understood each other's past. It wasn't a friendship like Ron and Harry's, where they were best mates. It wasn't like Draco's control over the two idiots Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. It was a friendship based on understanding and encouragement, and it was the only slight thing that kept Draco going.

What I really meant to say

Is I'm sorry for the way I am

I never meant to be so cold

Never meant to be so cold

The lyrics are from the song Cold by Crossfade. I find the lyrics most describe Draco the most. I hope you like what you are reading so far and don't forget to review!