Title: The Trials of the Hidden

Disclaimer: All characters are property of the goddess J.K Rowling. If I was her, I would not be here. So don't sue!

Warnings: Slash(Harry/Draco), some A/U, maybe some angst later on (but not TOO much, it gets really sappy)

Rating: Mostly T(PG13), maybe some M(PG16) later on.

Summary: Draco's loyalties are certain. Everybody knows who he is going to serve. Or do they? When a dark secret breaks out among the circle of Death Eaters, Draco's world is thrown upside-down. In this new reality, where your enemies are now your allies, who will he lean on for support?

And now, individual review responses. Only 1 this time! Hoping there'll be more...

Ranma064- Thank you so very much for reviewing! I was going to let this story go, but you really saved it. So this short chapter is dedicated to you.

And my story takes place in AU, which means the 6th BOOK HASN'T HAPPENED.

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As the scarlet sun peaked over the rolling Hogwarts hills and the gargoyles' shadows grew steadily longer, angrily punctuated mumbling could be heard over the Quidditch grounds as a black, disheveled head of hair strode steadily towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Stupid...shitty idea, Ron, like he's going to...wait for another year! Have to...find what...Malfoy's planning."

As he sat down on a large rock past Hagrid's hut, Harry ruefully concluded that talking as fast as you were walking did not, in fact, conserve energy. And he was going to need all of the energy he could get...

"Shit."

Tonight. How could things have gone so fast? It had seemed only yesterday that he had been an eager First Year, waiting for his first magic lesson with his very own wand. Now he was walking away from the only place he had ever called home, and with it, his only friends...

"Touching, Potter. So cutting your head open does make you mad eventually. Hmmmm, scratch eventually. I knew you were off all along. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Horrified, Harry turned around to his smirking nemesis, the realization of speaking his innermost thoughts (in front of the last person allowed to hear them) hitting him around two seconds later.

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Madame Pince glared fiercely over her owlish glasses. Never, in all of the years of her devoted service to Hogwarts library, had she ever heard the sacred silence so disturbed. That ridiculous girl was there again-THAT late in the evening-, squabbling madly to Fred or George Weasley! (She never could tell which.) Oh, she knew the Weasleys all right! That tall fellow, Percival, always engaging in indecent acts behind the Restrcted Section with that Hufflepuff girl...'Chip off the father's block!' she sniffed disdainfully to herself. But there she was again. Rambling off, with two such obvious troublemakers right on front of her nose! Raising her silver plated Hogwarts stamp high, Irma Pince brought it down again in a fury.

"Quiet in the library!'

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Ron didn't really see the point of the library to begin with. How was that going to help Harry, out on the grounds? But his girlfriend-('Girlfriend? Where did that come from!') was usually right in the first place. Not like he would have argued with her in a time like this anyways. Though she was particulary pretty when she was angry...

"Ron? Ron!"

Hermione was looking over her shoulder curiously as she leafed through a thick book entitled, " The Most Noble: A Epic on Malfoys Through the Ages."

"Are you all right, Ron, you look rather red."

Ron instantly wished his slightly alabaster complexion could rid itself of its nasty tendency to stab him in the back.

"Er, nothing, 'Mione. It has to be the bloody hottest day of the year. "

Hermione was staring at him in that pitying way of hers she usually reserved for Harry, Ron or other very small children.

"Ronald. Honestly, it's December 21st."

Having clarified this to her poor,hapless, would-be boyfriend,she swept out of the library after checking out the book from an irate Madame Pince.

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Very short chapter, I'm afraid. This was written in a moment's inspiration for the plea of Ranma064 .

Thank you so much for still believing in me! Life has been crazy, what with NYOC auditions and various other attractions...

Anyways, please R/R! I am always desperate for critiques, as I know that I am FAR from being a finished writer.