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"I need to talk to you, Potter." Draco Malfoy announced trying to keep his usual authoritative tone out of his voice, thinking to himself it would do him no good to anger the other boy. "It's important," then sighing lightly he added lowly, "Please."

Harry too astounded to do much more then nod fell into the seat opposite the Slytherin. Glancing at Jessica he waited until she had left the compartment before giving the platinum blonde his full attention. "What's going on Malfoy?"

"M-my father has been informed that You-know-who is ready to let me join his ranks. B-but there is an initiation… Potter, I know you probably won't believe this, but I don't want to join you-know-who. I may dislike muggles and mud…er muggleborns but… well I couldn't kill them."

Harry was surprised but at the same time he wasn't. He had always thought Malfoy was all talk and no action, and his admission here just proved that. "So your barks worse then you bite eh?" Harry murmured unknowingly paraphrasing his fellow Mystic Knight, Jessica.

"What was that, Potter? I don't bark nor bite…" the confused Slytherin said looking at Harry strangely.

Shaking his head Harry chuckled, "Sorry I was channeling Jessica there for a second. I just meant your all talk and no action, you know? I don't mean to offend you, or anything," he added quickly when Malfoy's face reddened in annoyance; he and the boy were getting along, and didn't want to ruin that.

Malfoy sighed, "No your right…but if you ever tell anyone I admitted that I'll deny it."

Sitting in a companionable silence for a few minutes Harry reflected on the Slytherin. True he and Malfoy had had their differences but they would be easy enough to work around. And Harry knew that no matter how much he had disliked the boy over the years, he would help him just because he'd asked and was genuinely trying to get along with him.

"What are you supposed to do for the initiation?" Harry asked remembering why they were talking in the first place.

A flicker of anguish and (to Harry's surprise) fear flashed across the Slytherins face before it was quickly replaced by the mask of indifference he had mastered over the years.

"My father told me that you-know-who has discovered a spy in their midst. If I want to prove my allegiance to him…I have to kill the traitor…" he whispered dropping his head into his hands.

Harry stared into Malfoy's knowing exactly who the pale boy was talking about. Sighing gently he lowered his eyes and whispered the name of the most hated professor at Hogwarts, "Snape."

Malfoy's head shot up and he stared at Harry, although he knew he shouldn't be that shocked, after all this was Harry Potter, he was. "You knew?" he cried loosing his stoical calm for a moment.

Harry had to bite back a chuckle trying his best to keep a civilized conversation going. "Yah, I've known for years. I don't totally support Dumbledore's trust of Snape, but he does believe Snape's sincerely trying to make up for past mistakes…so there isn't any point in trying to convince him otherwise. So Voldemort," he continued ignoring the pale boys flinch, "wants you to kill Snape, but you don't want to. Why did you come to me, and not Dumbledore or Snape himself?"

Draco had asked himself that very question many times, and he still couldn't figure out why he had felt he could trust the Gryffindor.

"To be perfectly honest," he began, wincing as if the thought pained him greatly, "I don't know. I just have a…feeling that I can trust you. It's something I don't get when I think about talking to Dumbledore or Snape about my dilemma. It's like, even though I've been a great git to you for years, I know that you would be willing to help me. I also think that you're probably the only one that can. I'm not asking you to like me, I still have some problems with you myself, but despite how I acted I could never be like my father. I couldn't kill someone just because of who they are."

Harry was staring opened mouthed at Malfoy while he had rambled on, but now he shook off his stupor and smiled lightly.

"How much time to you have to…complete your task?" he questioned already beginning to think of possible solutions.

"I have a week left."

Harry nodded and continued to think, running through all possible scenarios quickly through his head. And suddenly it hit him, and a grin began to form on his lips. But before he could voice his plan, the compartment door burst open and a furious Ron came storming in followed closely by a confused and anxious Hermione, and annoyed Jessica.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" he yelled slamming the compartment door so hard the window panes rattled.

Throwing a glare at the furious red head Jessica shrugged at Harry apologetically, "Sorry guys, I held them off as long as I could without actually restraining them."

Harry sighed and gently rubbed his temples, "Don't worry about it." Then he turned to Hermione and Ron hoping they would understand, " Malfoy wanted to talk to me about something…" he glanced at Malfoy asking the boy silently if he could tell them, seeing the Slytherin was hesitant he said, "I trust them, and you can too."

Malfoy still a little hesitant thought about it and seeing that Harry was being totally sincere nodded albeit a little reluctantly.

Having permission Harry told his three friends the situation watching them trying to decipher what they were thinking. Hermione looked unsure if she could trust Malfoy. Jessica was nodding in understanding and looked as if she were already trying to come up with a solution. But Ron still looked angry.

He growled, "This could be some sort of trick. How do we know we can trust him?"

Harry had expected that, and looking at Malfoy once again Harry knew they could, "Do you trust me?"

Ron blinked in confusion, "Of course I do, why…?"

"Then trust me now. I can't explain it but I know we can. Malfoy needs our help, are you really willing to turn down anyone who needs help, even if it's someone you don't like?"

Sighing gently and looking back between Harry and Malfoy, Ron nodded. Even if he didn't like it, he would help.

"Excellent," Harry grinned watching as his three friends sat down, Ron and Hermione seating themselves next to him.

"I suppose you already have a plan, eh?" Jessica questioned plopping down next to a decidedly relieved looking Malfoy.

Harry's grin grew bigger, "Actually I do."

"Well, we don't have all day Potter. Spit it out!" Malfoy said when the answer wasn't forthcoming, he wasn't a patient person.

Harry's grin turned downright mischievous, "We're going to give Voldemort exactly what he wants." Enjoying the looks of complete dumbfounded ness on friends' faces he sat back in his seat and crossed his arms.

"What do you mean?" Hermione whispered not liking at all how this was sounding.

Smiling somewhat evilly Harry took a moment to look at each of them separately before responding, "We're going to kill Snape."

"I must be out of my mind to be going along with this." Hermione whimpered as she, Ron, Jessica and Harry waited by the large clearing in the forbidden forest for Malfoy and Snape to show up.

Ron grinned, "Are you kidding, I've wanted to kill Snape for years and now my chance has finally come."

Hermione eyed him warily, "You know we're not actually going to kill him, right?"

"Yah," Ron sighed his good mood dampening somewhat.

Harry grinned and shook his head at the red heads antics. It had been a week since he had explained his plan on the train. With Voldemort already believing that Snape is a spy for Dumbledore Harry had decided that the safest thing for their most hated professor was for Voldemort to believe he was dead.

But Harry also knew that Dumbledore would never go along with this plan he would argue that Snape should just try and convince Voldemort that he was a loyal follower. Harry knew that the old wizard would rather risk Snape's life then lose his only spy within Voldemorts midst's. So Harry and the others decided that they should be the only ones who knew.

Malfoy, however, had insisted that they tell Snape reiterating that the potions master had a right to know. Surprisingly enough Snape had taken it pretty well and agreed to go along with the charade.

"I don't think he's coming," Ron said frowning, "I knew we should never had trusted the bloody ferret."

"He'll be here," Harry insisted shifting from his crouched position behind a tree to face Ron. Or at least where he thought Ron was, seeing as how both he and Hermione were hidden behind his invisibility cloak. "I know he'll be…"

"Shhh," Jessica hissed suddenly, "They're here."

Shifting to stare into the clearing once again, Harry watched as Malfoy and Snape walked to the middle of the clearing, Snape glancing around as if searching for someone.

"What's going on, Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked coolly annoyance clear in his voice. "I thought you said…"

Malfoy chuckled, "I lied. Remember how I told you that you-know-who assigned me a certain task before I could join his ranks?" seeing Snape's nod and mistrusting glare Malfoy continued, "Well that job, is you. My lord wants me to kill you, and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

Snape stared at Malfoy before sneering, "You think you can kill me? I'll destroy you before you can even lift your wand." Quick as a flash Snape raised his wand and opened his mouth to attack.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" a voice roared from behind Snape and sent the professors wand flying to the other side of the clearing.

Spinning around Snape suddenly found he and Malfoy surrounded by Death Eaters. Growling he spun around to face his student the look on his face bordering on deranged.

"Couldn't face me yourself, uh? Had to call in help, you're pathetic…"

"No!" Malfoy roared back pulling his wand from his robes, "I could defeat you without their help. But you're a traitor, and you deserve to die like one! You deserve to die while they all watch. Can you picture it now Snape, the humiliation you'll feel as you fall at my hand? Then when you're dead you-know-who has requested that we hang your body outside whats left of the Ministry, a message to all who dare defy his power. You'll be mocked through history."

The circle of Death Eaters roared with laughter and threw jeering comments at Snape. Then one lone figure stepped forward.

"Get on your knees Severus," the man spoke, and Harry instantly recognized him as Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father. "Get on your knees and beg my son for mercy. Do it and he may make your death quick and painless, don't… well, I think we all know the alternative."

His sneer growing more prominent Snape crossed his arms and stated defiantly, "I will not, especially not to your son, Lucius. Do it, if you think you can, Draco. I for one don't think you have it in you, you're as yellowed bellied as your father."

Growling angrily the Slytherin raised his wand, "Then you don't know me as well as you think you do. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Well there's another update please R&R. I'll try and update soon. Cheers!