"Draco! Hey I have a deal I can make with you!" I really needed to see Snape and go to Diagon Alley.

"What could you possibly give me? You've lost the war, you lie in the clutches of your worst enemy."

"Who is also Master to you and your Father, and Snape."

"You hate Professor Snape." I grimaced.

"Not anymore. Voldemort killed, or tried to kill, Professor Snape. He's threatened to end his life permanently if he can't find the Durselys. Either way, I lose someone."

"What is the so called deal you want to make?"

"That if I put in a good word to Voldemort, that you will take me to see Snape and to Diagon Alley with just you and me. For a word about you and your dad." You can't get two for one.

"… We don't know where he is. Now we do. Thanks. I'll take you to Diagon Alley for Father. I don't need a good word."

"Still, I'll give both. I owe you, this means a lot to me. Can we go tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I don't want to owe you anything."

"You Slytherins are weird."

"You Gryffindors are worse, you wear your emotions out on your sleeves, act on every impulse. Least you're not Hufflepuff. They act on every emotion. The Dark Lord would easily manipulate you."

"What's 'wrong' with Ravenclaws?"

"Too curious. Ever hear the saying 'Curiosity killed the kneazle'?"

"Oh. You mean killed the cat."

"Nope, pretty sure I meant what I said. I hope Snape finds those Durselys."

"… He's got a fortnight. Draco? What's a fortnight?" I asked as we finally got off the brooms for lunch.

"I would say it's fourteen days. Don't know if that is right or wrong."

"Can we ask someone else or is it too dangerous?"

"Too dangerous, especially with Aunt Bella around. We have a library, should be a dictionary or something in there."

"Can we skip lunch to look?"

"No! He'd be furious!" … Who's he? Lucius? I sighed in defeat but had lunch anyway. When I finished and so was he, I stood… after dessert.

Sad truth, Snape had only two weeks to find them. I was finding myself pacing now. Two weeks to find three people out of a billion gazillion trillion people in the world. Not even I knew where they'd gone.

The memories of Snape, the ones he'd shown me, suggested Dumbledore had known everything. He knew all along. What had Dumbledore been thinking? I wish I could talk to him. I need him. I need his advice.

Dumbledore had a portrait at Hogwarts. I just needed to get into the Headmaster's office… but would Dumbledore send me down the path that more or less people died. Dumbledore could have saved Sirius. Back in Fifth Year. He could have gone back in time like we did the first time.

I sat in a chair, worn out from thinking. First I needed to meet with the DA. I was trapped here without the help of a Death Eater or Voldemort himself. Why doesn't he want me dead? What's changed his master plan?

"Draco? What have the Death Eaters been up to lately? Who have they killed?"

"No one you know, dead or alive wise. But you know, I'm not allowed to tell you much? Otherwise-"

"Yeah, yeah. Or Tom will be pissed. He prefers that I know only what he wants me to know. Ugh. Damn bastard." I sighed, putting my head in my hands. Draco stared at me like I was crazy. I forgot he didn't know that Tom was Voldemort's real name.

"The Dark Lord would have no problem killing me and also punishing you."

"Against Voldemort, everyone is important to me."