First off……..thanks to those of you who did not send reviews criticizing little things in my story, such as the way I use the characters. I have said it once and will say it again. This is my story and no one else's, therefore I can use the characters any way I see fit. If someone has a problem with it then they can tell it to someone who cares, because I certainly do not! I will use the characters the way I want! Thank you.

Disclaimer: Malfoy has a speech in this chapter, and parts of it are from Arthur Miller's "The Crucible"…………… "If you are the High Court, your word is good enough, tell them Malfoy broke to his knees and wept like a woman, you have taken my soul, now leave me my name."…….. "Because it is my name! And I can never have another in my life! Leave me my name! I can………."……….. " I can! And there is your first marvel that I can! For now I think I do see some shred of goodness in Draco Malfoy. Not enough to weave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs."

Chapter 6

After the news of the trial had began to set in, life at Hogwarts started to return to normal. The hardest affected by the news, however, was in fact Harry. Though he and Malfoy had disagreed since their first year, he could not help but feel he must help Malfoy. Before the trial Ginny had talked to Malfoy about his faith, and she had told Harry how he didn't seem like he had made his peace with his maker. Harry knew that it was up to him to guide Malfoy to the light of God.

A week after the trial, Harry had received special permission from McGonagall to visit Malfoy in Azkaban on the Saturday following. Everyone seemed startled by Harry's new found determination to help someone whom he had once loathed with a passion.

The only one not taken aback by Harry's new attitude was Ginny, who was quite pleased with herself at talking Harry into doing the task. She had done such a good job that Harry thought the idea was all his.

The days until Harry's trip to Azkaban quickly came, and yet Harry's decision did not waver for one single moment. He awoke early Saturday morning overflowing with confidence about his meeting that lay ahead. He had concocted a plan over the week (really Ginny had) that would, in their opinion, help to show Malfoy the way to God.

There may not have been anything that they could do to save Malfoy physically, but they certainly could save him spiritually, but only if he would listen. Harry was convinced that if anyone could do it, it was him.

Harry arrived at the prison just before ten o'clock that Saturday morning. The guard led him through a series of gates until they came to a small room with two chairs and a table between them. Malfoy was already waiting for them.

"What are you doing here Potter? Come to laugh in my face?" he sneered.

"No, I have come to talk to you as a friend." Harry said kindly disregarding Malfoys rude tone.

"Talk about what?"

"God," Harry said softly, as if speaking to a child.

"Oh please Potter, spare me the Saint Potter routine!"

"Malfoy, I may not be able to save you physically, but I will spiritually."

"Please Potter…….spare me"

"Malfoy, your life may be damned, but don't let corruption have your soul too."

"I have made my peace Potter"

"Have you know? So if you died today you would go to Heaven?"

"I don't know Potter, no one does."

"If you have truly made your peace with God you do."

"What are you saying Potter?"

"I am saying god damns all liars, and you lied to the court Malfoy!"

"So what if I did?"

"Then you aren't right with God."

"What will you have me do?"

"Sign this confession." Harry said, pulling a piece of parchment from his pocket.

"This will save me from Hell? What more will it do?"

"This Malfoy, could be a chance to appeal your case and save your life."

"Do you have a quill?"

Harry nodded to Malfoy as he reached into his pocket for a quill and ink.

When Malfoy had signed his name to the confession, an elderly wizard entered the room and picked it up.

"Excellent," the old man said, "now we have proof, I shall take it to the ministry to put on display."

"Display? Why must it be on display? Who are you old man?"

"I am the chief justice of the High Court of the Ministry, Edgar Lewis."

"Why must you put it on display?"

"Why….we must have proof," The old man said.

"If you are the High Court, your word is good enough, tell them Malfoy broke to his knees and wept like a woman, you have taken my soul, now leave me my name." Malfoy said, beginning to quiver.

" We must have proof young sir, which is your signature. Why do you want your name?"

"Because it is my name! And I can never have another in my life! Leave me my name! I can………."

Malfoy begins a tear in the paper.

"Malfoy, you cant!" Harry said.

" I can! And there is your first marvel that I can! For now I think I do see some shred of goodness in Draco Malfoy. Not enough to weave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs." Malfoy said as he tore the parchment in half and continued to until it was but confetti.

"Well then Mr. Malfoy, it looks as if you have made your decision. Your execution will take place on May 1st as scheduled." The old man said as he turned on his heel and left the room.

"Malfoy……….I don't understand. Why did you do that?"

" I have my goodness now Potter, I am ready for God." Malfoy said as he quietly went to the door and called for the guard. As he started to leave the room he turned to Harry and said, " Thank you Potter." And with that he was gone.

End of chapter……………..hope you all enjoyed it……………..oh and by the way……..you haven't seen the last of Malfoy……….I will update again soon………….now…………….please REVIEW! Thanks!