Changing Sides

Disclaimer: Don't own, never have never will. Props to J.K. Rowling.

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Chapter 2 : The Rematch

Harry awoke sometime later to someone's feet in his face. He didn't even have the energy to try and get up so he rolled over onto his back. He guessed that he must have passed out during side-along apparition.

Honestly, he would have guessed that being taken by Voldemort, he would have ended up dead in the basement of some rundown shack but no. He was laying on what felt like a soft carpet. He couldn't see much from on the floor and when he went to sit up, his head spun and he just laid back down on the floor.

Finally, Harry attempted to open his eyes. He looked at who was standing over him.

Draco Malfoy.

"Good morning, Potter," he said.

Harry didn't say anything, he just laid there. Too tired to even speak.

"Alright, I'll just do all the talking then," Malfoy said. He stepped over Harry and leaned against the wall. "You're in my house, some call it Malfoy Manor. The Dark Lord brings his followers here, this is their Headquarters. More specifically, you're in my bedroom. I've been given a job and it's to teach you some practical dueling skills and to get you a little more well-informed on the Dark Arts and some more spells and curses." Malfoy paused to see if Harry would say anything. When he didn't, he continued, "It was quite a scene when Diggory was portkeyed back to the stands where we were. Everyone cheered because they thought he won until they all realized he was dead. When they also realized that you were gone, it was chaos. 'The Boy-Who-Lived disappeared! He's missing!' they were all saying. The confirmed right then and there that Diggory was killed by a Killing Curse so naturally, I was almost positive you were dead too, but clearly you proved me wrong." Malfoy crossed his arms. "I also happened to have overheard that you performed some wandless magic. That's quite advanced. Even I haven't attempted that yet."

Harry slowly pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Baby steps, Potter. Don't hurt yourself," Malfoy said smirking.

"I'm in your house?" Harry asked.

"Yup, I imagine it's much bigger than Weaselbee's shack of a a house or whatever sort of rundown thing Granger lives in," Malfoy answered. "So, whenever you're ready, let me know."

"Ready? Ready for what?" Harry inquired.

"To start your practical dueling lessons," Malfoy answered simply.

"Dueling?!" Harry repeated.

"Now you're getting it. Think of it as a rematch of that duel we had in our second year."

"Am I supposed to do wandless magic?"

"If you want to get your arse kicked."

"But I don't have my wand."

"I have your wand right here, Potter."

Malfoy pulled Harry's wand from his sleeve and tossed it to his feet.

Harry stared at his wand. "You're giving me my wand?" Harry asked suprised.

"Yes."

"And you are aware that I could stun you in a matter of seconds and blow up the wall?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you worried that I may do just that?"

"I dare you to try it, Potter."

Harry looked at Malfoy. It was in his best interests that he didn't try that.

"If you would follow me, I will take you to the Dueling Room."

"Dueling Room?"

"Where do you think we're supposed to duel? Surely not in my bedroom!"

Malfoy opened the door and walked out after looking both ways. Harry followed closely behind with his wand in his hand, just in case anyone tried to hex him. He did not dare try and make a run for it, this place was huge and he wouldn't even be able to find his way out.

A few doors and down a few hallways and in another door and halfway down a hallway and behind a large painting and down the hallway behind the painting and finally through the opening at the end of the hallway.

Malfoy walked into a huge room. The ceiling was quite high and the room kind of looked a little bit like something blew up and random things fell in it. There were things like desks, chairs, a grandfather clock, a bookshelf with books, a fully stocked kitchen cabinet, a statue of some man and more.

"This is the Dueling Room," Malfoy said.

"You know, this place is just too big. A guy could definitely get lost in here," Harry commented.

"That's the reason," Malfoy remarked smiling.

Harry was shocked to see that and he rubbed his eyes. Smile? What the... Malfoy does not smile, he only smirked.

When he pulled his hands away from his eyes, Malfoy was smirking again with his wand pointed at Harry.

"Ready Potter?" Malfoy asked.

"Um... A rematch, Malfoy, it's just–."

"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy shouted.

Harry immediately ducked and backed away from Malfoy.

"Confrigo!" Malfoy yelled.

Harry dove to the side as the curse hit the bookshelf behind him and exploded sending books everywhere. Harry realized Malfoy wasn't kidding when he said he had wanted a rematch. He had just tried to hit him with a Blasting Curse. If it had hit him, Harry Potter would have exploded all over the Dueling Room and that would have been a nasty mess to clean up.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled.

"Protego," Malfoy said in a bored tone. He was shocked when his shield gave way and he slipped backwards.

"Piertotum Locomotor!" Harry yelled pointing his wand at the nearest statue. The statue of the man sprung to life and jumped off the pedestal it had been cemented to and started towards Malfoy.

"Reducto!" Malfoy shouted and the statue burst into pieces, ceramic flying everywhere. A small shard slipped against Harry's cheek and he put his hand to his face. When he pulled it away, there was blood on his hand.

"Rictusempra!" Harry yelled.

Malfoy tried to dodge the spell flying toward him but tripped on a large chunk of the statue and it hit him in his leg. He tried to contain himself and not burst into laughter but was failing miserably.

Harry took the oppurtunity. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted but Malfoy ducked and sent a curse back at Harry. It hit him in the shoulder and he flew back against the wall.

"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy repeated and this time the spell hit Harry before he was even able to get up and his wand flew from his hand. "Come on Potter! Fight like the great wizard you claim to be!"

Harry jumped up looking for his wand among the clutter of stone and books and charred wood of a previously inflamed bookshelf.

"Reducto!" Malfoy said. But he hadn't pointed his wand at Harry, he had pointed it at the base of a stone pillar next to Harry. The bottom of the pillar gave way and the top of the pillar fell over on top of Harry, pinning his left leg underneath the immense weight. Malfoy took a few steps toward Harry. "Stupefy!"

Harry instinctively put up both of his hands even though he knew the spell would hit him. But the impact never came. Harry looked up just as the spell seemed to bounce off of his hands and fly back towards Malfoy who looked utterly bewildered by the amazing display of wandless magic.

"Stupefy!" Malfoy shouted again. But, again, Harry put up his hands and the spell rebounded off of them.

Harry smirked a triumphant smirk that would have put Malfoy to shame. He extended his right hand. "Accio wand!" he cried and from out of the rubble, his wand emerged and flew straight to his hand where he spun it, pointed it at Malfoy, and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"

The spell was too fast for Malfoy. It hit him in the ribs and his joints locked together and he fell over backwards frozen.

Harry levitated the stone off of his leg and rubbed it until the feeling came back in it. Harry walked over to Malfoy and plucked his wand from his hand. "Rennervate," Harry said pointing his wand at Malfoy.

Malfoy's joints became unlocked and he immediately scrambled to his feet and faced Harry.

"Not bad, Potter," Malfoy commented.

Then there was the sound of clapping. It was slow at first and was a single someone clapping, then the clapping grew louder and faster. It was a single person applauding.

"Well done Harry, well done, indeed," someone said as they entered the Dueling Room.

"My Lord," Malfoy said bowing low.

"Draco," Voldemort said nodding in acknowledgment of Malfoy. "That was quite an impressive display of wandless magic, Harry. You are doing well, as are you Draco."

"Thank you, my Lord," Malfoy said, again bowing.

"Draco, please show Harry his new living quarters," Voldemort said and strode from the room.

"My wand?" Malfoy asked.

Harry reluctantly handed over Malfoy's wand to him as he led him out of the Dueling Room.

Harry was led down the hallways and through all the doors and more hallways and he then recognized the hallway in which Malfoy's room was located.

Malfoy opened the door across from his own room and Harry stepped inside. "This is your room. You will find everything you need in here. While you're here, you're my responsibility. If you do something wrong, we are both punished so don't do anything stupid. Don't make me station Death Eaters out in the hallway," Malfoy explained. "I'll see you in the morning."

Malfoy turned and went into his room closing the door.

Harry closed his door too and stared at his bedroom. It was larger than the Dursley's living room and probably was a little smaller than the Gryffindor Common Room. But the room itself was strange. It was painted red and gold. Gryffindor colors. The Death Eaters had kidnaped him, you would think they would put him in a rotten cell. But instead he got a large bedroom with a king-size closet, two large windows which opened wide to the outside, a big closet and a huge chest of drawers. There were even Quidditch posters on the walls of some of the Quidditch teams.

What in the world was going on? Why was he being treated so nicely? Why didn't Voldemort just kill him and get it over with? What are Ron and Hermione doing right now?

All these questions raced through Harry's mind as he laid on the bed and fell asleep.

Hope you like the story so far. Please review let me know what you think of it.

—Elizabeth.