A/N: I haven't updated in like 4 months so here you go.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, bar the plot.
Draco Malfoy was in some way, the master of good intentions. Or at least, he had become the master of good intentions.
Ever since he was a child he had been taught not to feel, not to question, just to do what his parents told him. And he had done it. Because that was all he had known.
And he had hated it. Because when he finally escaped to Hogwarts he saw that nobody else had grown up thinking being a cold hearted robot was the only way to be. They had all fed off love and attention, lived with parents who had fat hearts and wallets full of compliments. All he had had was a house elf called snow who he had treated with disdain for the first 3 years of his ownership of her, until she had shown him compassion beyond his wildest dreams.
His mother, Narcissa, had not been strictly callous. She had cared for him as a young child. Had loved him and flaunted him about like the proud new mother she was. The other pureblood families called her naive for looking after her child herself and not leaving him in the care of a nanny or a house elf but she did not mind for her son was beautiful and he was hers.
It all changed because of a few words flung her way in a heated argument with her husband, Lucius.
Foolish. Weak hearted. Smother.
'How can we possible raise our son to be the best he can be when you smother him with love? You mollycoddle the boy. Foolish woman. How can he ever be great with a weak hearted mother like you.'
So poor one year old Draco was given to a nanny who looked after him until four years ago, when he finally left Hogwarts. And poor Narcissa was known as a heartless bitch and her husband a cruel coward.
He saw his parent s at meal times and on weekends when they spent the days sitting in silence in their grand living room or the observatory. They spoke to him one word at a time and he was not allowed to speak at all. His mother longed with every fibre of her being to reach out and take her child into her arms. It hurt her every time to know that she could not, especially when he got older, thinner and sterner. He grew up to hate a mother who only had love for him. He broken, beaten son.
He was taken by snow to get his wand. Seeing all the other children finding the wand that was right for them, filling up their newly bought cauldrons with scales, ingredients, school books and quills made him realise just how isolated he was. Just how angry his parents made him feel. All he wanted was for them to tell him that they were proud which he knew deep down would only come if he did something bad, something truly evil. It was a thought that should never have gone through an 11 year old boy's head.
When it came to the 1st of September 1991, he was so happy and excited that his father clipped him around the ear ensuring that he didn't smile again for the rest of their journey until he was safely on the Hogwarts Express. He was happy because he thought he had finally escaped the demands of his parents. He thought that Hogwarts would ensure him some leniency. But oh how wrong he was.
His parents demanded him to befriend every Slytherin in his year, to make sure they admired him and did what he wanted.. They demanded he be top of his year, beating every single Ravenclaw. They demanded he would belittle harry Potter, a demand which he did not understand for he had originally been made to befriend the Boy Who Lived. But his failure meant being a bully. His parents didn't seem to mind.
He was so good at making people believe his life was perfect, his parents were perfect, his bullying skills were perfect that even know he was hated and wanted dead by most of his former classmates. If only they knew that everything he did was to protect them, to make sure that the man whose name they couldn't speak wouldn't kill them when they finally managed to say it. None of them stopped to question why he was a bully, except a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw, who talked about his motives often.
So when Voldemort came back to power during the Triwizard Tournament, he hastily switched sides. He made the long journey to Dumbledore's office, his head hanging low, his mind racing with thoughts. What if he won't accept me? What if he'll tell my parents? And so many other what if's. But he spilled out his heart to the old man. He told him how he never wanted to hurt anyone. All he wanted was acceptance, normalcy and parents who loved him as son, not just an heir. Dumbledore did not sneer or laugh or tell him that he was childish.
'You have a place on our side Draco, as long as you do what I say. I am afraid I must ask too much of you.' was allDumbledore said, his brow creased knowing that yet another boy would have to suffer because he didn't see the signs of evil in young Tom Riddle. They looked up to him as a mentor but he feared their eager and pleading faces.
Albus thought that Voldemort would take over the wizarding world. He feared it. He knew there were so many people he could not protect, so many people who would not listen to him.
And Voldemort did, but not as soon as Dumbledore had imagined.
Fudge had spread his fearful lies to every wizard home where they sat in the Daily Prophet. Voldemort played this to his advantage. Growing stronger, staying underground, hiding his assets. Only gathering Death Eaters from elite pureblood families. He was not sloppy. He bade his time and his army was full of strong willed men and women. Only the finest for Lord Voldemort.
He left Harry Potter alone and everyone was doubting more and more that the boy was 'The Chosen One'. They sneered at him in the halls of Hogwarts. And even more so when he left school and tried to join the ministry. They let him in but placed him somewhere they thought he would not spread his deceit, the same department as Arthur Weasley. They were quite wrong.
Harry settled down with Ginny as soon as she left school, a year after him. He was always turning around when he walked. Living in constant paranoia of the attack he knew would eventually hit the unsuspecting world, but he was still happy with his girlfriendv, for four blissful years.
That was until Voldemort killed Dumbledore in a bloody battle of wits, during the dead of night whilst he was pacing his office. No one knew how the Death Eaters got in. There was no one to question as the majority of the school was gone for Christmas.
And ever since that day 3 months ago, all the bad acts Draco had committed where for good. Heck ever since that day he went to Dumbledore's office, Draco had been keeping up pretences so that nobody knew of his plans to help the order, the good side. And anyway, why would anyone think that someone like him would do something selfless. It was the perfect plan.
There was a tapping on the window. A kind of obnoxious and lazy sound that only an owl could produce.
A grouchy Ginny angrily threw her quilt off of herself, hoping that some of Harry's sleeping body would be exposed in the process, for he had the tendency to wriggle far too much in his sleep which made Ginny wriggle far too much whilst trying to sleep. Slipping her feet into her plush slippers, Ginny stretched out her arms with a yawn and padded over to the window letting the shabby owl enter the room.
The cauldron black owl flew around the ceiling a few times and landed on the top of the high backed chair sitting opposite the desk. It spread out its ruffled wings and then folded them back in, holding out its leg patiently waiting for her to take the bulky looking letter.
Ginny stared at it for a while - noticing that it looked very wind swept as if it had flown quite a distance - taking in the rare peaceful sight in front of her. She loved owls. She was fascinated with the way they flew, with how free they were. No family. No responsibilities. No attachments. Just their wings and the cold harsh wind to glide on.
It hooted very loudly startling Ginny out of her reprieve. She gently untied the letter from the owls foot and lazily grabbed the velvet pouch of rodent flavoured owl treats from the desk draw, tipping a pile on to the desk for it to devour, which the owl did.
She squinted at the envelope for a minute or so, wondering with tingling curiosity whose handwriting was scrawled carelessly on the front. Frowning, she looked at the owl again and realised that she didn't recognise it either. With apprehension making her hands feel heavy, she started ripping the envelope slowly until her stomach growled loudly reminding Ginny that she had not eaten in several hours due to work and The Order.
Hastily stuffing the letter into the pocket of her tattered dressing gown she walked down the multiple stairs of 12 Grimmauld Place to the marvellous kitchen that smelled of her mother's cooking and Hermione's perfume.
Sitting down with a black cup of coffee and yesterday's left over lunch, she pulled out the letter and continued opened it with her hand – she was too anxious to even think of using her wand - causing the envelopes contents to fall on to her lap. Her stomach turned at what she saw and read. Her mind racing as she saw pictures of Hermione who looked so happy but so… Ill and fragile. She grabbed the letter, nearly ripping it in two, and scanned the page. She read it over and over until her eyes burned with its contents, until visions of her precious best friend being viciously kidnapped filled her head
Hours went passed until Ginny finally moved. She had been thinking of all the possible suspects who could do this to Hermione, who would be powerful enough to break her wards. She wanted to believe that this person was evil and vile, but she knew from the words of the letter that this person cared greatly, this was not an act of malicious intent, and that this one act signalled what Dumbledore had known so very long ago.
Voldemort was back. There was a war coming.
A/N: So yeah a new chapter, at last! I do apologise for not updating in so long I just lost feel with the story (again) and I had exams and stuff so I didn't have much time to write, but I got inspired by a Tumblr post to write more so ta da.
Also I really want to re-write the first couple of chapters, but I might just leave that until I finish (f I finish) the story.
I don't have a beta so as per sorry for any mistakes.
Thank you and I shall update soon, bye! :)