Disclaimer: (sorry, forgot to do this on the last chapter!) I do not own Harry Potter, only this plotline based on it. Yep. Now please read my story!
The drapes at the window were blowing in the fierce wind that surrounded Grimmauld place. Draco tossed and turned, drifting in and out of restless sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, the same images flashed through his head. A glint of silver… A flash of light… the eyes… the look in his eyes… Draco could just about suppress his terror during the daytime, but at night time there was nothing to occupy him. All he had was himself and his thoughts. He tried to shut them out, tried to make them all go away… but he couldn't. And when he finally went to sleep, he dreamed of it… That terrible night three weeks ago…
Dreams…
He was stood in a dark room, facing him. He looked into his eyes, seeing his own reflection in the cold, icy shine.
"Draco, you are being foolish. You have no choice but to obey me. Either that or your life will be at risk" His voice was scornful and threatening, and he continued to stare at Draco, challenging him, almost daring him to defy him.
"But you can't do it. It's not fair!" Draco burst out before he could stop himself. He regretted it almost instantly. The eyes in front of him flashed dangerously.
"Draco, Draco, you are not in a position to tell me what to do"
Draco felt the anger rising inside him. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to do it, he had to protect her. But anger is often fatal to an occlumens, and he struggled as he tried and failed to block his thoughts. The man stood before him raised his arm and-
Draco woke with a start. He looked around the room frantically, bathed in sweat and breathing heavily. He couldn't do it… The guilt was devouring him. He had to tell someone…
The next morning Harry, Hermione and Ron were sat around the kitchen table, eating breakfast. They always had plenty to talk about, but as a familiar blond Slytherin walked through the door, they all fell silent, looking coldly upon the newcomer.
"See you in a bit" Harry muttered as he jumped up from the table, gave Draco an icy look of contempt and stalked upstairs to his room. He had only been in the room for a few minutes when Hermione joined him.
"I couldn't stay there either. Are you OK?"
"Of course I'm not OK. He's in Sirius's house!"
It still hurt Harry a great deal to talk about his Godfather. The fact that Draco Malfoy, someone who used to be a death eater, was in Sirius's house was an insult to his memory in Harry's mind.
"Actually, Harry, it's your house now. Why don't you tell the Malfoys to leave? You're perfectly within your rights to"
"Yeah well… Lupin talked to me…he kind of made me feel guilty. I mean, my Aunt and Uncle took me in when they didn't want to… but it was to save my life."
"Harry, are those your words? Or Lupin's?"
Harry smiled. They were in fact Lupin's words, but Harry felt duty-bound to follow them. After all, he was the only marauder left that Harry knew and respected. Even though he disagreed with him over whether or not to trust the Malfoys, Remus was the closest he would ever get to knowing his Father.
That night, Draco dreamt again… the same words. Over and over again, he thought of that one sentence that changed his life when he heard it.
"He's going to kill her, Draco. He's going to kill your Mother."