Last time, Harry was informed that someone other than the Order was fighting against Voldemort. The thing is, it appears to be the work of muggles. And now, on with the show!

Chapter 13: Pansy's Plea

Harry woke up after a night full of dreams about faceless, supper-powered muggles. Who are these people? He asked himself, what kind of muggle is capable of defeating Infri, Trolls, Giants, Dementors and those nameless demons? And most importantly, whose side are they really on, and what do they want? He went down to the main room, where Will was pondering over the map. "Any luck?' he asked her. "Nothing yet." Replied Will. "But these things can take awile. Sometimes it works when you want it, and sometimes it doesn't." "Time is a luxury I feel we have little of." Said Harry.

At this time, Irma and Cornelia entered the room, followed by Ron and Herminoe. It seemed that Irma and Cornelia were still arguing over the line from Hamlet. "I'm telling you, the line says 'our.'" Said Cornelia. "And I'm telling you," replied Irma, "that it's 'your.'" "How do you put up with this?" Ron asked Will. "It's an acquired friendship, you'll get used to them." Replied Will.

Meanwhile, Herminoe attempted to settle the argument. "Look, I looked up the line from Hamlet this morning, and it's 'Your' philosophy." "Told you so!" exclaimed Irma. "Thank goodness," sighed Ron. "All night long its 'your!' 'our' 'your' 'our' over and over again."

Just then, Neville ran into the room. "Harry, you'll never believe who just got here and wants to talk to you!" he exclaimed. "Let me guess," said Harry in an annoyed and slightly bored tone, "Rufus Schrimgeour?" "No, he stopped by yesterday before you arrived. The one who's here is Pansy Parkinson!" "Bull Sh$t!" exclaimed Ron, and was immediately slapped by Herminoe. "What the bloody hell was that for?" he asked. "Language." Replied Herminoe.

"I'm not kidding," said Neville, "She's out in the front hall, begging with Professor McGonnagal to see you." "I still don't believe it." Said Ron. "Well, believe it or not, she's here, and she keeps saying it's a matter of life or death. Harry paused, thinking, and then stood up. "Well, if it's a matter of life or death, I should go see what she has to say." "What!" exclaimed Ron. "Harry, this is Pansy Parkinson we're talking about." Said Herminoe. "I know," said Harry, "But I should at least show the common courtesy and let her say what she came here to say." He walked towards the front hall, where he saw Pansy Parkinson being restrained by two Aurors.

"Please, I must speak with Harry Potter!" she yelled, "It's a matter of life or death!" "I'm right here," said Harry. The Aurors released Pansy as Harry walked towards her. "Now, say what you need to say before I change my mind." Pansy exhaled, braced herself, and began. "It's Draco, they're going to kill him." She stopped, and collapsed, sobbing.

"Wait a minute," said Harry as he sat down, "Who's going to kill Draco?" "The Death Eaters!" yelled Pansy. She pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket. And handed it to Harry:

Dearest Pansy.

The Dark Lord has decreed that I be executed in three days for my failure. Know that no matter what happens, I'm not a killer. I'll always love you, in this world or the next.

Draco.

"That letter was dated yesterday." Said Pansy. "He's going to be killed sometime tomorrow." Harry read and reread the letter several times before asking, "And just what do you want me to do?" Even before Pansy responded, Harry knew what she wanted of him. "I want you to save Draco." "Are you out of your bloody mind?" Harry turned around and saw Ron and Herminoe. Will, Cornelia and Irma were also in the room, as well as Neville and Luna. "Seriously, have you lost your mind?" asked Ron. "I'm perfectly sane Weasly," replied Pansy, "I want you to save Draco form the Death Eaters.

Normally Herminoe keeps a cool head, but at this remark, she was rather irked. "You've got some nerve coming here and asking for Harry's help." She said with much anger. "After all he's said and done to make our lives miserable, after he betrayed Dumbledore and got him murdered, you expect us to save his life? What in gods name is wrong with you?" There was silence as everyone stared at Herminoe after her outburst.

"Let me get this straight," said Ron, attempting to break the ice. "You want Harry and us to find Malfoy, go to where he is, fight whatever's guarding him, bust him out, fight our way out and then the two of you can walk of into the sunset, and live happily ever after, am I right?" "Well, yes." Replied Pansy.

All this time, Harry was contemplating the problem. On one hand, he had every right to say no, considering that Malfoy was Hogwarts biggest jerk for six years. Not to mention the fact that he was indeed a Death Eater. On the other hand, in his letter, Malfoy did state that he wasn't a killer, and he proved it. He couldn't kill Dumbledore that night. And it did seem that he loved Pansy, and she loves him back equally.

Finally Harry spoke, "Give me one good reason why I should save Draco." Pansy gave him one as she pulled a ring off her right hand that Harry didn't notice before. "You see this?" she asked, holding the ring up for all to see. It had a silver band, with an emerald setting. "Draco gave it to me during the Yule Ball." She handed the ring to Harry. "If that's not a good enough reason, then I don't know what else to do."

Harry looked at the ring, and then turned to the others. "What do you think?" he asked quietly, so Pansy couldn't hear him. Cornelia took the ring and said, "That's what I call a rock, and being of the earth element, I'd know." "He asked what we thought about the situation, Miss Oh So Blond and Pretty." "I think it's a trap." Said Ron. "Well thanks for stating the obvious, Ronald." Said Herminoe. "Oh don't you two start fighting," said Will, "It's bad enough I have to put up with those two dingbats." She said while pointing at Cornelia and Irma, who were arguing again. ""If you want my opinion," said Luna, "I think it's a trap," "See, even 'Loony' Lovegood agrees with me," Said Ron. "I'm going to ignore that," said Luna, "As I was saying, it's a trap, but she," pointing at Pansy, "doesn't know it's a trap. Maybe she's bait to lure you in for the kill?"

"You did say that Voldemort likes to use peoples feelings against them." Said Herminoe. "What about you Will?" asked Harry. "I don't know if this is a trap," said Will, "But I do know one thing for sure. Pansy is deeply in love with this Draco, and I'm pretty sure he loves her back equally." "My thoughts exactly." Said Harry.

He walked up to Pansy and said, "I'll help you save him under two conditions, and they apply to both you and Draco. First, the two of you are to stop bothering Ron and his family about them being poor." "Done." Replied Pansy. "Second," said Harry, "The two of you must never, ever call Herminoe a mudblood again." Pansy seemed to hesitate for a second, but then said "Done." "That settles it, we're going to save Draco." "Okay, he's lost it," Said Ron.

"In order to find where Draco is being held," said Will to Pansy, "I'll need a personal item of his." Pansy then gave Will a lock of Malfoy's hair. "That's just sick." Said Ron. "I think it's romantic." Responded Hay Lin.

While Will scryed for Draco's location, Harry planned out what to do. "Here's the plan: Find Draco, go to where he is, get inside, free him, get out, and get home." "Is that all?" asked Cornelia. "Well, it's the plan in a nutshell." "I'm coming with you." Said Neville. "No Neville, I need you for something else." Replied Harry. This had been going through his mind ever since he arrived at the house.

"I need you and Luna to round up everyone from the D.A. you can find. I need you to bring them together and find the identify of a certain wizard or witch whose initials are R.A.B." "Who's R.A.B.?" asked Neville. "That's what I need you and the D.A. to find out, because R.A.B. may have a key to the destruction of Voldemort." Neville shuddered at the mention of Voldemort, but soon recovered. "I won't let you down Harry." He said with a large smile.

"I've got it!" shouted Will. Everyone rushed over to the map, which was zoomed in on a empty space near York. "All right then," said Harry, "Let's go rescue Draco!"

The end of Chapter 13. Next time, the rescue mission commences. On a side note, from now on, whenever a character uses a swear word, I'm going to replace the vowels in the word for a different symbol. Example: A is ; E is #; I is $; O is and U is . See you next time!