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Chapter: 4

One Surprise, Two Pairs of Eyes...

"Harry!" Ginny screamed out as she ran to him and threw her arms over him. She hadn't seen him since Dumbledore's funeral. Things were certainly changing and Harry and Ginny were no exception. Ginny had changed from the usual small and petite girl everyone knew her as, into a beautiful young woman. She was more muscular, her arms, abs, and legs told everyone just how much Ginny had been working out over the summer. Not to mention a very sexy tan that kept Harry's imagination wondering about just how much he had missed over the summer. She seemed to have more of a womanly confidence about her. Something had certainly changed with Ginny Weasley this summer. Something good, real, and amazing.

"Ginny! Merlin, your certainly amazing me more and more each time I see you!" Harry said as he continued to hold Ginny in the embrace. Ginny just laughed, this is the Harry she liked to see. Not the one she saw at and after Dumbledore's funeral. He was so full of rage, anger, and hurt. She ended up unwilling to see him for the summer. His rage had been so uncontrollable one night that they had ended up getting into a huge argument. The argument turned so ugly that Harry ended up throwing a vase and nearly hitting Ginny's head! Of course, Harry felt awful after that, but Gunny wouldn't listen to his apologies. She decided not to see him until he decided to calm down even if that meant forever. Harry, settled down over the summer trying his hardest to contact Ginny and tell her how sorry he was, but she just finally excepted this from him about a week ago. So things weren't still back fully on track, but they were getting there.

Ron stood over in a far corner watching them. He was still not to happy with Harry after that stunt, but he also understood what kind of pressure Harry was under, and he also understood what kind of nagging his little sister was capable of. In fact, Ron and the rest of his family often referred to Ginny as a younger verison of Molly Weasley. But still, in his eyes, that was still going a bit too far. Even though he knew Harry would never intentional hurt his sister, it was still the point. But Ron knew better than to push the point, after all his mother and father had warned all the Weasley children not to try to harm Harry in any sort of way because of this. It was a mistake on Harry's part, and in due time Harry would certainly apologize for his actions to not only Ginny but to the family as well. Bill, Fred, and George, all understood this and held no grudge towards Harry, but Ron found it a little hard. Even Ginny held no resentment towards Harry, and about a week before this day, Harry had made his way to the Burrow, and made an open apology to not only Ginny but the family as well. Of course, like always, Molly welcomed him into open arms, and told him that instead of doing things like that, he was always welcome to talk to her instead. Anytime, day or night, their door was always open to him. Author Weasley, of course had a long talk with Harry about his actions, but also said the same thing as Molly had. But warned him that if he did that to his little girl again, then the Dark Lord won't even have to worry about trying to finish him off, he would do it first. Harry knew Mr. Weasley temper was nothing to play with. In fact he was quite scary when he wanted to be. Harry, gulped and nodded his head in agreement. He knew better than to disagree with Mr. Wealsey, and In fact couldn't blame him. If he were in his shoes, Harry would most likely say the same thing.

But now, here they were, trying to get back to the way they were, with little harm done. It was still a little hard for Ron, but he decided that his friendship with Harry was worth another shot. He approached them with ease, and said,

"Hey mate! How have you been? I think Fred and George wanted to give you something, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was. Oh well it was most likely a joke gift anyway!" He laughed with Harry and Ginny, then he noticed her.

Hermione Granger was certainly not your average girl next door type. In fact, she was far more complex than that. Ron was crushing hard on her since the end of their second year, and wanted nothing more than to tell her his secret, but he couldn't find the nerve to.

"Uh... hey Hermione. How's your holiday been treating you?" Hermione laughed, Ron said this when she first arrived at the Burrow. Five days ago! Ron's face turned beet red, and he tried to make for a quick escape but something caught his eye. It was pale blonde hair, being escorted by Aurors out of Diagon Alley. He soon recognized it as none other than Draco Octavian Malfoy.

"You guys aren't going to believe this!" He said as he pointed out the window of his brothers' shop. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione all looked to see what he was pointing at. Sure enough, it was Malfoy, being hauled away to the Ministry.

"The Ministry has being looking for him for questioning. I wonder what's going to happen with Voldermort if Draco spills the beans?" Hermione said.

The truth was they all wondered, except Harry. Something was happening, why would Malfoy turn himself over to Aurors without objection? It didn't make any sense. Why would he risk Aroara, or his own life for that matter? Some thing was definitely wrong with this picture.

As soon as the movie was finished, Draco looked over at the magical clock hanging on his wall, and noticed it was time to make his way to Diagon Alley. There he knew Arours would be waiting for him to try to return there. If he wanted to look innocent, he knew he would have to go willingly with them without a fight. Rumor had it, that the Arours, weren't about to hesitate to kill him if he put up a fight. If he wanted to remotely look innocent in someone's eyes, he needed to go without a fight.

Aroara was peacefully sleeping next to him, she had a bad habit of falling asleep during movies, but Draco found it adorable. She was the only person in the world who actually gave a damn about him, and vice versa. He wanted so badly to say the hell with this suicide mission, and stay here in her arms forever, but he knew he couldn't. Things had most certainly changed with him too, but Aroara was back in his life and it was like nothing at all changed. He felt like a child again and couldn't bare to leave her side. But he knew it had to be done. If he wanted himself or his family to stay alive, he knew he had to do the job, and do it right. Voldermort made it very clear to him, that he doesn't want to endanger him, or even thrown in Azkaban, but he did want Draco to do something very important for him. Although, he would have to clear his name with the Ministry first. He wanted nothing more than to take Aroara and run away forever with her, but he knew Voldermort would never allow it, after all, Aroara was his baby girl and the only heir to his thrown that was actually smart enough to continue his legiousy. With that Draco eased himself away from Aroara's grip and quickly got ready to go to Diagon Alley.

Before he left, he thought it would be a good idea to leave Aroara a note, telling her that he was off doing some business and he would be back home soon hopefully. He knew that she would know what that meant, but still, he also knew you never leave a woman guessing either. After watching his mother get angry at his father for doing that, he quickly learned it was better not to do that. Then again, his parents marriage was less than perfect. Lucius and Narcrissa Malfoy loved eachother of course, but somewhere along their marriage, they realized that it was more out of the fact they conceived a child together. Draco hated the fact that he knew this, he hated the fact that he was the glue that held his parents marriage together even more. Aroara made him feel a notion like that wasn't even possible though. He couldn't fathom how two people could get married and not be in it for, "The Long Haul," as the saying goes. Aroara, with the slightest glance, made him want to hold her forever. He just wanted her all to himself, and to prove to her, just how deep his feelings for her really go.

After he quickly left the note beside her, where he was lying a few moments earlier, he decided to head to the main study room and bid Lord Voldermort farewell. Once he arrived there, Lord Voldermort was waiting for him in the tall slender chair behind the desk. Obviously wanted to give him some last minute advice. But it was different, not what he had in mind.

"Should you be caught in any way, shape, or form. My followers and I will deny anything that has come against you or us, and I will kill your family. I won't kill you though, as you know, my daughter would never forgive me if I did. Your lucky to be in her good graces Draco, not many people in my daughter's good graces make me give a damn about whether killing them or not would bother me. But you mean a lot to my special angel, and if not killing you makes her happy, then I'm a sucker for spoiling her rotten. But mark my words carefully boy, I have a very good, easy, and idiot-proof plan that I need you for. If you fuck it up in any way, your family will pay the price with their lives. I have Death Eaters at your mother's location right now, watching her in a beach house on the coast of Italy. Anytime on my order's they could easily pull of an unforgivable curse, and watch her die. Don't play with me boy, or I will force you to watch memories of them dying upon your return! Do you understand me, young Mr. Malfoy?" He spat as if he couldn't have a care in the world.

"Yes, my Lord. Crystal clear." Draco said as he tried not to cry. This pressure had been so hard on him lately. He had no idea how he ended up in this mess but he had to do something. How else was he suppose to help himself and his family survive?

"Good, now you may go. A short reminder though, take a look in that portal right over there." He said as he pointed to the same object that took him to his long lost friend only 48 hours ago.

Draco went over to it, and looked inside. It was his mother tied up and bound to a chair in her beach house. Draco quickly looked away with tears in his eyes. He wanted to kill him, for all this pain, this torture, and this rude awakening. He was angry, pissed off, and more than anything, vowing revenge. Even at the cost of losing Aroara as a possibility. He quickly turned at stormed out of the study room, and our of the Manor. He soon got onboard the Knight Bus, and made his way to the Leaky Cauldron. Once there, he knew the way to Diagon Alley.

As he went into Diagon Alley, he knew better that to try to hide himself. So he walked openly around people who were eyeing him. But kept to himself, and kept walking through the crowd of people. He knew it wouldn't be long before the Aurors would soon have a witness who would run to them saying they spotted him going in this direction. All he had to do was play his cards right then he would be in custody in no time. He soon spotted Granger and Potter coming out of a shop together and heading to the Weasley's joke shop. In all the time he hated the both of them, they were the only two he knew could help him. Dumbledore gave him that opportunity in which he was about to accept, if Snape hadn't come at the most unlikely time that he did. Little did Draco know though, he and Dumbledore weren't alone. Harry Potter, his sworn enemy, saw him in his most unlikely moment of actually turning good. He wished now that he wasn't bad to him... that he actually gave him a chance, he knew he was his savior from this horrible mess. But, being the Draco Malfoy everyone has come to know, he let his pride get in the way. He decided that even the, "Great Harry Potter," couldn't get him out of this one.

He continued on his way through Diagon Alley, He had no particular place he really needed to go so he decided, to just continue to wonder around aimlessly, looking through the windows of the many various shops to be found there. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, he noticed he was being followed so he stopped where he was and faced the wizard who was following him. The wizard, simply continued walking towards Draco and held out his wand. Draco was starting to get nervous, thinking that this might be a trap to kill him, he started to panic. He wanted to run, but found that his legs wouldn't let him. He was trapped! He searched around frantically, looking for any means of escape, but in the end the wizard just made it to him and he knew it was over.

"Are you Draco Malfoy?" He simply asked with a stern voice.

"Who wants to know?" He drawled back at the young looking wizard. Draco noted that this man couldn't have been more than 21 years old.

"Draco Malfoy, you are under arrest for conspiracy, we need to take you into the Ministry for questioning. Do you understand what I am telling you?" The wizard said as he put Draco in magical hand bindings.

"Yes, I do. I'm willing to go without a fight, but I need to see the Minister. It's a matter of national security."

"I will try to meet your request. As of right now, Mr. Malfoy, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the Magical Ministry Court of Inquiries. Do you understand me so far?" He continued to say.

"Yeah, say no more. I know the drill." With that two other wizards came over to help escort Draco out of Diagon Alley without any trouble from either him, or angry wizard's and witch's looking for a little piece, of "street justice."

Once they arrived at the Ministry, Draco was lead into a room with chairs set up, and a table with what look to be a big mirror on the wall. He knew better than that though, it was a privacy glass. Which meant that people on the other side of it were going to be watching and listening to him but he couldn't see them. Only his reflection. Not only that but it was so protected, that even the most complicated modification charms wouldn't help him see what's inside. Suddenly, an older looking wizard, and mid-aged witch came into the room and took seats opposite Draco. He just sat there, wondering what was coming next. Finally the witch took out some parchment and enchanted her quill to start writing. It reminded him of his fourth year at Hogwarts, working with the reporter, Rita Skeeter.

"I assume you know why you're here Mr. Malfoy." The wizard asked him.

"I know that I'm here for questioning for conspiracy. But I made it clear that I needed to speak with the Minister too. It's a matter of National Security." Draco drawled. He was becoming annoyed.

"Yes, we know of your request. The Minister has decided to talk to you, only after the questioning. We're only here to see if you can be cleared in the event of Dumbledore's death. And you should know that we have Dumbledore's last memory in a pensive in the Department of Memories. So we know what role you played in his death. Only question is, what's your side of the story. We have to question you, and then give you a truth serum to see if you were actually truthful in your statements. Is this alright with you Mr. Malfoy?" The witch said to him.

"Alright, but can we hurry about it, I have a hot date with that mudblood Granger tonight." Draco said with a smirk on his face.

The witch suddenly stiffened up and it was obvious that she hated the word mudblood. She suddenly became deadly serious and said,

"Listen to me you little snot nosed brat, you ever call my little niece that name again, I will make sure that your life is hell as long as your in our custody. Got my drift? Good." She sat back in chair and turned her attention back to her quill and parchment and told her quill to get rid of that last part.

"And you listen to me bitch, you ever threaten me again, I will have your job. Got my drift now? Good." Draco said icy cold. He knew that his family name posed a threat in the Ministry, and he wasn't about to be threatened by a mudblood aunt, that's for damn sure.

The witch suddenly began to laugh. She then got out of her chair and threw it across the room. Draco just sat back in his chair and studied his manicured nails. He knew that she couldn't touch him without losing her job. She was trying to scare him, and he was sorry to say... it wasn't working. He started laughing at her pathetic attempts.

"Oh you think this is funny? Ok let's hold you for the night, because we can. Let's see how funny you think that is." The witch suddenly walked to the door of the room and two Aurors were let in to take Draco to a holding cell. Even though this wasn't Azkaban, there were still Dementors on staff for help in patrolling things. He knew how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, and wish now that he paid attention in Transfiguration when they were having class lectures on becoming a animagus.

Draco just walked right into his holding cell and watched the Aurors lock his cell. Draco was wandless of course so now he had to just sit there...and wait. Sometime into the waiting, he fell into a deep sleep, he started dreaming about strange things...Aroara, a tombstone with someone's name on it but he couldn't see who's it was, a choice, a death, and then a sudden burst of light, and a scream. Draco suddenly awoke, he was sweating and breathing hard. He didn't get what was going on but he knew it wasn't good. Not in these dark times, these things were never good. He suddenly noticed, he wasn't alone. The witch who put him in here earlier was sitting over in the corner just watching him.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing? Sitting here, just staring, it's making me feel weird. Are you going to perform any prison rapes on me, because I have to say, I'd really prefer not to do that. Trust me, I'd be no good for you sexually." Draco said trying to back away.

The witch laughed. "Of course not Mr. Malfoy! I'm married and have two children, and by the way, I came by to tell you that your free to go." she unlocked the cell door for him but he had an uneasy feeling.

"What's the catch, what is going to happen? As soon as I walk out, the Aurors are going to start using the killing curse on me?" Draco looked over at her, as if saying, nice try.

"No Mr. Malfoy someone came by and proved your case for you...he was a witness."

"Who?" Malfoy said with surprise in his voice.

"Why, Harry Potter of course."

Draco stood there. Shocked and completely floored. Had Harry really known the truth? But how, he wasn't even around when Draco was with Dumbledore, was he?