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"I found Astoria," Blaise Zabini muttered. "She's okay. Meet me in the Leaky at noon." The handsome wizard strode away from Draco with silent steps.

Draco bit his lip to keep himself from screaming in joy, but noting the strange looks he attracted from passersby, he reluctantly resigned his face back to its usual blankness, but there was still a skip in his step as he strolled into Fortescue's.

"Why're you so happy today, Malfoy?" someone asked from behind him. Draco turned to see Ginny Weasley leering at him. "Did you finally convince a blind man-hooker to give you head?"

"None of your business. Where's the beau?" Draco inquired cordially, ignoring the Weaslette's jibe.

"None of your business," Ginny answered airily. "Are you going to order?"

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me, Weasley!" Draco said with a big smile, turning to the counter, not seeing the Weaslette widened her eyes in surprise. "I'll have two scoops of coronation chicken ice cream with a scoop of hazelnuts in a cup and one scoop of haggis, one scoop Yorkshire pudding, and one scoop sausage and mash ice cream with two scoops of fried pumpkin peels in a chocolate bowl please." Behind him, Ginny gagged.

"Those flavours exist?" she cried. "Yorkshire pudding I can understand- but haggis?" Draco chuckled.

"Blaise loves haggis almost as much as he loved you in fifth and sixth year combined," Draco stated. He watched with satisfaction as the Weaslette turned red as her hair. "Don't worry, I won't tell Harry."

"Didn't Bl-Zabini move to New York?" Ginny spluttered. Draco smirked.

"He came back a few months ago. My, my, have you been keeping tabs on him?"

"No!" Ginny exclaimed. "I- He- We-"

"I know what happened in your sixth year," Draco said, smirking. "Blaise always said he found redheads very feisty in bed."

"Shove it, ferret," Ginny snapped, before ordering one scoop of pecan and two scoops chocolate.

Draco meandered out of Fortescue's, happily licking his coronation chicken dessert. Blaise found Astoria and she was okay! Not even a reminder of the Ferret Time or the reappearance of his Dark Mark could ruined his mood!

One of the things he had come to appreciate after his year-long parole-ordered stay in the Muggle world was never-melting Wizard ice cream. Another thing was levitating heavy objects instead of breaking your back by pushing them. Of course, Draco appreciated Muggle rugby (he was quite adept at it) and watching American football. Then there was The Internet which was another world in itself. The Wizarding Net was nothing compared to the World Wide Web.

Draco checked his watch- a black and silver Muggle watch with a dark brown leather band- and realized it was five from twelve. He looked around for the Leaky and was soon seated in a small dusty booth in a corner of the room.

"Don't get too excited," Blaise muttered as he sat opposite Draco.

"Too late," Draco chirped, pushing Blaise's haggis, Yorkshire pudding, mash and sausage ice cream monstrosity toward him. The corner of Blaise's mouth lifted slightly.

"I haven't had the UK Special since I left Hogwarts," Blaise blurted, before digging in a spoon and taking small well-mannered bites. "How's Gin?"

"She's seeing Potter," Draco said gingerly. His friend grimaced then sighed.

"I should've stayed here," Blaise groaned.

"They're not engaged so you might have a chance," Draco offered. Blaise snorted.

"They're not engaged yet," Blaise snarked. "She was never mine- I only had her in seventh year because Potter was away on some mission and she was emotionally fragile. Anyway." Blaise looked around and cast a Muffliato before taking out several Muggle Polaroid photos and handing them to Draco. "Astoria's staying at Dolohov's." Draco gawked and Blaise added hastily, "She looks a bit underfed but I talked to her and she said he leaves her alone."

"You talked to her?"

"Yeah, I was called here to guard something 'important' at Dolohov's and it turned out to be Astoria. I said I took those photos of her because I'm studying photography in New York and Dolohov's house had unique architecture, but she's really standing in front of all possible entrances and hiding spots. Adfluo." Draco watched, impressed, as the photos flew into three foot-long panoramas. "These show three separate paths you can take to rescue Astoria- you can mix them up if you like."

"Why would I have to rescue her? You said she's fine, didn't you?"

Blaise sighed. "Remember Daphne?" Draco looked in his friend's eyes and found a deep sorrow he had never seen before. "The Dark Lord captured her hoping you'd come after her. You didn't so he took Astoria. He's going to Apparate with her into the Manor and he'll demand a trade of you for her."

"The Dark Lord?" Draco whispered. His Dark Mark seemed to burn more strongly- it had never stopped burning- but his body went cold.

"Yeah. He's back. I saw him with my own eyes," Blaise said monotonously, his face blank. "There was a gathering which you never showed up to. Only a few people did."

"Why does he need me?"

"He doesn't need you. He needs your body." Draco frowned. This sounded too familiar.

"But how- Wh- Why?"

"The Dark Lord appeared in a state more solid than a ghost but not quite... living." Draco groaned inwardly. The bastard must have used the Resurrection Stone. "He wants a body of someone young and powerful."

"Why not you? You're more faithful."

"The Dark Lord is incredibly racist remember?" Blaise said, motioning toward his dark skin. "And while I wasted away to soft American living, you've been working as an Auror- yes, he knows that bit of information due to your Aunt Bella- so you're stronger physically as well."

"Great."

"The Dark Lord isn't extremely powerful yet so his Legilimency powers are, frankly, weak and he isn't be able to track whereabouts of people with the Dark Mark, so now would be an opportune time to free Astoria and get as far away from here as possible."

"What about you?" Blaise shrugged then looked at Draco gravely.

"I'll be at Dolohov's also and I'll help you free Astoria. After, Obliviate me. Erase everything up to when I was ordered to guard the very important object at Dolohov's."

"But-"

"No, Draco. This is important. The Dark Lord could find a new host or he might use my body. It's imperative that you get rid of any memories that even hint toward freeing Astoria or meeting you. If you don't have time to do that, just kill me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco exclaimed at the too calm Blaise. "I will not kill you! Do you want to die?"

"If the Dark Lord finds out my betrayal," Blaise said serenely, "he'll torture me. I fear pain more than I fear death. Besides, I have nothing to live for- the Dark Lord tortured my mum then killed her as a reminder of what could happen to me and you'll have Astoria."

"Ginny."

Blaise froze then glared at Draco. "She is much better off- and safer- with Potter."

"Blaise-"

"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME!" Blaise yelled. "I'M AS GOOD AS DEAD." The young man took a deep breath and quickly recomposed himself. He grinned. "Besides, this face is too handsome for the Dark Lord." He laughed but Draco didn't. "Oh perk up, Malfoy. I disappeared years ago and you didn't seem to mind."

"I'll take you to the Order," Draco said softly. "They'll keep you safe." Blaise laughed.

"A stuck-up blood supremacist like me?"

"They took me in."

"Because your father's made of money." Blaise stood up. "I'll meet you at Fortescue's in two days at noon so we can cement our plan. Thanks for the ice cream, mate."

Draco watched silently as his best friend walked out of the Leaky and could vividly see Death himself looming over his head.

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