A/N: Well, this wasn't as good as I had intended, but this is where the plot really starts. Things will get better in the next chapter.

Perfect Enemy

Chapter Two: Reunion

Draco made no respond to Harry's movements, so he merely just sat there trembling. It was only a temporary flashback, but it scared Draco like crazy. His face was all he could see. The way His lips twisted upwards with malice, his cold sneer, His snakelike eyes, and His pale plastered skin. He was like an evil wax figure that Draco certainly wanted to burn down. But He was a strange wax cause He wouldn't burn down.

"Hey, Malfoy," Harry said catiously.

Draco responded with a desperate swat at the stranger in his eyes. To him, Harry was Him. And he didn't want that sick bastard near his body. "Get away from me…" Draco spat threateningly.

Harry observed the unfocused gray eyes of the Death Eater. He acted as if Harry was someone else. Obviously something was wrong, so…Harry decided to know what was going on with Draco – in his mind.

Draco pictured himself drawing closer to his parents. They floated effortlessly in the stale air, as if they were preserved with formaldehyde. Except they didn't look peaceful like most dead creatures. No, their tormented faces were twisted with agony from the torture earlier.

And something else…Draco wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint outline of eyes watching him. It was strange because this never happened before, though somehow it looked familiar. Nonetheless, Draco paid no heed. His attentions were focused entirely somewhere else.

Draco remembered looking up at them from below. He felt the corners of his lips twitch into a smile. He didn't need to know how he looked, because he had a feeling he looked a lot like Him when He was about to kill. Slowly raising his wand at them, he heard His voice in his head. "Kill them…Kill them Draco!" Then the voice left his mind and Draco felt His possession leave from his body.

The Dark Lord appeared before him, and watched cruelly as Draco struggled to disobey his order. "I won't kill my own parents," he stated flatly. "I won't."

"If you won't Draco," He drawled, "I will…" and with that, he strode quickly towards the floating two, his wand hanging loosely with in his hand.

"No! Don't you dare touch them-" Draco began with a look of horror.

The Dark Lord began to mouth a spell, but Draco, who was desperate, acted irrationally. He pointed his wand quickly at the Dark Lord. He didn't know why, didn't think of the consequences, the possibility of this randomness, and the thought that he could ever harm the Dark Lord. But Draco didn't think any of this.

He just pointed the wand at Him and said the killing curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was an extraordinary flash of green light that appeared at the tip of Draco's wand. The force of the discharge forced Draco to recoil. The next thing he knew, the Lord vanished with a gray wisp, and the lifeless bodies thudded heavily to the wooden floors. But the Dark Lord did not die. Draco's parents on the other hand…weren't so fortunate. The Lord in front of his parents was an illusion; the killing curse did not hit Him - but the ones behind Him.

Draco couldn't believe what he had done. Staring dumb-strucked at the corpses, Draco crumbled to the ground. His whole face was pale, his shoulders were quivering, and before he knew it – Draco fell face down on to the wooden floorboards.

"You dare disobey me?" the Lord questioned threateningly from behind. He pressed the tip of his wand at the back of Draco's neck. "You even tried to kill me. A poor attempt I say. You're my most powerful and brightest follower, and I believed, a trusting Death Eater too. Your actions proved no evidence of those qualities. Well, I have no use for traitors."

Draco lashed back at the Lord, "You made me kill them!"

"Believe what you will," the Lord laughed. "But you were the one who didn't think clearly. It's completely your blame for their death."

"No…" Draco murmured. He was right though. How could he have been so incredibly foolish?

"And I believe it's your time to join them..."

At that moment as the Lord lifted His wand to point at Draco's dreaded face, large emerald green eyes appeared behind Him. There was no mistaking they were the faint eyes from before, but they this time they glowed fiercely. And suddenly Draco remembered why they were so familiar.

"Potter!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. "Get out of my head!"

Draco's mind swiveled back to the clear reality, with the absent of huge freaky eyes. His hands clutched around Harry's neck as he tried to strangle him. They fell on to the rugged ground with Harry gasping. "You bloody bastard! Who gave you permission to look inside my head!" Draco yelled. Exactly how much did he see anyways? Too much for Draco's comfort.

"From the moment you blanked out!" Harry replied breathlessly. He could've blown Malfoy away if he hadn't suddenly choked him and if his wand was readily at his side, but it wasn't. Instead, the wand was flattened beneath him and completely out of reach for Harry. "Get off me!"

Harry kicked Draco off him before rubbing his injured neck. Holy Hell…he has a bloody death grip! Harry thought surprised.

There came a bang on the door, "Hey! What's going on in there?" asked a voice from the other side.

"Crud…"Harry muttered. If they came in now, he wouldn't be able to talk to Draco about his escape. He was really curious, but seeing Draco being beaten down by the wizard guards was also tempting… "Damn it!" He grabbed the glowering Draco off his feet and hastily disapparated out of the room.

They appeared somewhere along a rocky shoreline. Seawater sprayed everywhere as the waves came in and crashed against the rocks. Draco was still furious. After learning Harry had used Legilimency on him, he had completely lost focus of his flashback. Occlumency was also one of Draco's specialties, but he had sidetracked and allowed Harry to easily access his thoughts.

Killing Harry seemed more appealing to him.

"Tell me how much you saw," growled Draco as he pried Harry's death like grip from his waist.

Looking sick from disapparating, Harry wasn't too fond of answering. Draco didn't care – he wanted an answer.

Harry replied with a mutter, "You might want to ask me that later." He stood at full attention with his wand readily at his side and stared past Draco's face.. "We've got unwanted company."

Draco turned quickly to see three figures in black hooded capes. He didn't immediately recognized them, but when they lifted their hoods to reveal their faces, Draco's face glowered. There stood before him were the three CGP, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson. "You." Draco spat as he glared at Pansy.

"Hello Draco," Pansy said with a monotone. Times have changed her, and the once gossiping, spoiled girl was gone when she joined the Death Eaters. But there still remained a little part of her as she gazed at her former blonde companion. "Draco reconsider in joining us."

The wind whipped up the sea waters and sea spray splashed all around. Draco observed her black hair dancing in the air of salt as her dark brown eyes looked right through him. She was still beautiful as always. "No," Draco replied flatly.

Part of the reason he refused was that they were the ones who brought his parents to him, to the Dark Lord. The other reason was, how could he go back after that? Draco looked loathingly at the three. But they were only following orders from their Dark Lord. After swearing allegiance to Him, disbanding, disloyalty, and disobedience was absolutely prohibited. Still, he had thought them friends, although never good ones. That was what really stung him though.

"We'll have to kill you then," Crabbe stated. Draco stared menacingly at him. Crabbe had always been the idiot, standing there like a fool and awaiting the orders of their new captain, Pansy. Draco remembered he had been the one leading them. That was days ago, but it seemed years passed. And Crabbe had lost a lot of weight.

"Just come back Draco. The Dark Lord will forgive you," added Goyle hesitantly when Draco didn't speak. "Just don't make us kill you."

'Like they could ever do that,' thought Draco.

"Voldemort forgives no one," Harry said darkly as he walked passed Draco.

Draco looked over his shoulders, forgetting that Harry had been there. His eyes followed his back as Harry confronted the three Death Eaters. A sudden amusement aroused in Draco. He wondered what the 'oh' so famous Harry Potter would do.

"An Auror!" gasped Crabbe taking a step back.

"Shut up you dimwit! It's only Harry," ordered Pansy. She looked at Draco startled, "What are you doing with him? He's our Lord's arch nemesis."

Draco said nothing. 'Yeah, what am I doing with him?'

Oh yes. Draco remembered.

"Just Harry, huh?" Harry said incredulously, his brows twitching. "I'll let you know Longbottom wasn't the one who captured Zambini."

"Of course he did! It was all over the weekly news," retorted Goyle. "He portrayed as Zambini's secretary and he totally got himself captured."

"Are you sure he was the spy?" Harry questioned smiling.

Draco thought too. Didn't Harry say Longbottom was the worst of all their wizards? But the Daily Prophet…Longbottom had always been the one who was capturing the Death Eaters, ever since two years ago. But Harry…where was he during those years?

Draco frowned. Harry was the secret spy? No wonder he seemed inactive. Come to think of it, Draco realized that he hadn't seen Harry since the Dumbledore incident three yrs. ago. Laying low all those years and then coming up again?

"You were the one…" breathed Pansy. "I thought it was suspicious Longbottom would outwit Zambini. He's not the type to be easily beguiled."

"Really? Didn't seem like that to me. I guess that's why he's in Azkaban right now," Harry confirmed smiling.

"And the other Death Eaters?" Pansy bitterly asked.

Harry didn't reply. Instead he said, "Leave or you'll be the next ones filling up those lovely cells in Azkaban."

"It's three against one, you can't stand against us," Goyle retorted.

Harry snorted in disbelief, "Watch me."

So they watched. Well, mainly Draco cause he didn't even have to move a finger or raise a brow. He just watched stunned like stone as his former comrades fell one by one to the slick rocks of the shore.

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