The rain had begun to fall, and very abruptly for that matter. It really didn't seem that long ago before the cool winds of the summer breeze blew through the opened window and onto the hair of a young man who laid himself on the window sill a couple hours before. It had been a very long and tedious day for Harry upon his arrival to Grimmaulds, and much of the day was spent with the uttermost agitation. Questions just kept filling his mind that didn't seem to be answered, Like, 'Why didn't Remus want to talk to him?' or better yet, 'Why hadn't he even seen Remus?' Did he hurt Remus in some way? Was it his fault for the night of the murder? Harry just didn't understand the whole situation, let alone everyone acting in such a manner in which you would classify as different. He wasn't sure as to why everyone seemed to be thinking the exact same thing, but as he walked through the front door of Number 12, he was welcomed not by happy faces, but concerned, sullen faces. Not only was the look on their faces disturbing, but how they talked to him as if everything was going to be okay, and that even though they all knew he was destined to basically die, they were all going to be fine irritated him. Why did this bother him? He really wasn't sure. He didn't even know why he was surprised. He just wished that once this summer break something good would happen to him. Something to where it would make him happy.

It was obvious why he was in such a horrible mood, but he couldn't help feeling the way he did every time he pictured the night he stood on top of the school tower with Dumbledore, and there stood Draco about to take his own Headmaster, but then when all failed, Snape did it. Snape, his own potions teacher killed the one man Harry felt the safest with. He had always thought Snape to be would you would classify as a true jerk, but Snape proved to Harry how evil, and deceiving he really was. He was alone now. He had no one else to consul with, no one to understand how he felt. Both his parents were dead, then Sirius, and now Dumbledore, and this, no one could comfort him about. They wouldn't understand. Everyone tried to help understand for him, and loved the fact that Hermione and Ron both cared about him in such a way as they did, but they just didn't know what he was going through. He was lost, confused, and felt so alone, that he didn't know what to do with his life next. What he did know was that there was one task that he promised Dumbledore he would do, and that was to destroy the Horcruxes, which is what he planned to do.

Harry shifted his head as the rain began to splatter his face, and with a swift blink he realized the cold damp drops upon his face, and opened his eyes to find all his things to be completely wet. "You've got to be kidding me." He spat as he looked around. The window from which was opened, had let the rain fall directly on the top of his bed soaking the sheets, and his pillow, and all of his belongings below the window sill like his trunk of all his school things, and clothes which were now a swamp. Great, he thought sarcastically. This was just what he needed tonight. Was there anything else that could upset him even more then he already was? Glancing over across the room, Ron who even through all the cold, windy rain, had laid flat on his back open mouthed soaked by the nearby drops, and not a single drop had woken him up. Harry found this to be quite humorous, and as he picked up a towel about to clean up the mess of water, he decided to throw it on Ron's head. Ron jumped from the sudden action, and threw it off as he breathed heavily. Harry just laughed as he sat on his bed.

"What in bloody hell was that for?" Ron spat sitting up on his bed, and placed his hand on his chest as his airway slowly came back into a steady notion. Harry simply walked over to Ron picking back up the towel, and placed it in his hands eyeing the wet mess by his bed." Help me clean up this mess would ya? I left the window open on accident." Ron shook his head ,and with a small laugh got up to help Harry out.

"And may I ask why the hell you would leave your window open during the summer?" Ron gave a smug grin and just continued to mop up the floor with his bedroom towel. Harry laughed slightly and just shook his head," Ron, like you said it's summer, it's normally nice out? Besides I didn't think it would actually rain."

"ALL ORDER MEMBERS TO THE STUDY IMMEDIATELY!" a voice bellowed from below, and through the house it carried upsetting the portrait of Mrs. Black. Both boys took a moment to look at each other, and with urgency they dropped their towels, and ran out the door as fast as they could. Grabbing his wand from his pants pocket, Harry darted down the stairway with Ron right at his side doing the exact same thing. Right behind they heard footsteps, and as Harry turned his head to see who it was, a short fiery red head came by with her hair flowing at her sides as she tried to catch up. Not too far away Hermione held up the rear holding out her wand as well looking as frantic as ever.

"What's going on?" she asked as her eyes wondered the hallway." Quickly she caught up with the boys, and as they descended down the stairway, Harry stopped abruptly letting everyone run right into his back, and as they all started to yell at him for stopping so soon without any notion of it, all their eyes fell on what he was looking at and sunk deep within their night slippers. There stood Draco Malfoy not even two feet away from them looking quite as puzzled as them. Harry threw his wand at Draco's chest, standing firmly in his stance, and quite defenseless Draco rolled his eyes, and raised his hands in the air to show himself unarmed," Now what's that for Potter, going to kill me are you?" Hermione looked quite confused, and then suddenly became worried as she clutched Ron's arm tightly." Did the Deatheaters get in here?" she asked, but Ginny hushed her.

Harry stared deep within Draco's cold icy eyes, and started to move closer to his chest." That's right Draco, you have no business here. You killed the one man we all loved, and now you're going to pay for what you did you slimy, worthless, piece of -."

"Harry stop it!" Ginny yelled as she tried to pull him back, but Harry resisted and shoved her out of the way, " No Ginny! You saw what he did! How can you stand up for him?" Ginny looked in shock as the man she loved acted in such a way. He was not the same Harry she once knew, and with his face so torn with hate, and worry, she hated even to just look into his eyes.

"She's right Harry! It's not your job to kill him!" Hermione tried her best to contain his anger, but she knew all too well there was no hope. She got down to Ginny who was found on the floor , and picked her up so she stood right beside her. Harry raised his wand, and Draco merrily smirked," Do it Potter, I dare you to, and when you do, do it that is, you'll only regret it."

"Doubt it." Harry replied simply and as he was about to raise his wand to hex him, he felt an abrupt force pushed against his chest, and suddenly realized that he was thrown back against the wall, but this time not by Draco, but by Remus who pinned him against it tightly, taking his wand out of his hands. Everyone screamed as they watched the scene before them. No one had ever seen Remus so enraged." What the hell are you doing Harry! You're no murderer!" Remus eyes gazed with craze as he tried to hold Harry down, but Harry's strength fought hard to get out of his reach.

"I'M THE MURDERER! HE'S THE ONE WHO KILLED DUMBLEDORE! I'M JUST DOING HIM JUSTICE!" he shouted, and suddenly freed himself from Remus lunging at Draco. Draco fell back against the ground and felt a hard fist into his face. Enraged he fought back throwing him on the other side of Harry, and slammed his head against the floor. Harry took a couple punches, feeling the blood oozing down his face, but with a surge of hate he socked Draco's mouth ,watching as blood flew out from it. Hermione screamed holding Ginny tightly as Ron tried to help Remus pull them apart. After a times worth of coarse fighting, Moody came flying through along with Tonks at his side, and yelled, "EXPELLARIMUS!" Remus, Harry, Draco, and Ron, all found themselves flying in mid air, and slammed against the hard stone wall. Moody's eye whirled in fury as he looked around and everyone felt the ground shake as his wooden leg clumped around.

"What in blazes is wrong with all of ya?" He picked Remus up patting his shoulder, and then turned to face all three boys. "Weasley take the girls upstairs; leave the two miscreants to me, apparently we have some issues to sort out." Ron wiped his lip as blood drift down his mouth from entering into the fight, and placed his hands behind Hermione, and Ginny shifting them forward." Come on." He commented, and with tears down her cheeks, Hermione followed closely behind Ginny. Remus breathed heavily as he leaned up against a wall wiping his mouth as well, and shook his head as he just stared at the boys. "You two," he began, but Moody silenced him," That can wait Remus. What I want to know is why the hell Draco Malfoy is here. As I think Harry here wants to know as well, and the only person that can tell us that is you," his eyes then followed to Draco, "and Draco here."

Draco looked awful. His face was all swollen, and blood flew down his face like what seemed like a facet. His body looked starved, and very weak, which gave Moody the idea that he needed some help getting inside. "Come on," he spat clutching Draco by the shoulder," Lets go inside the study, everyone awaits us there. Remus," he then turned to face Remus by the corner," Take Potter, and restrain him would ya?" Remus nodded, and as he watched them enter the room, he grabbed Harry by the shoulder without saying a word and slowly walked them into the study.

It seemed as though if they had entered a court room, and this really made the whole situation very uncomfortable. With the bright light of the room awaking his sensible mindsets, he found himself surrounded by a room filled with Order Members whispering about what he would figure as the fight that just took place, but not all eyes were on just Harry. Everyone had seemed to make their attention on Draco who sat right in the middle of the room in a chair tying him down which reminded Harry of the court hearing he watched taking place at the Ministry of Magic through Dumbledore's pensieve. Harry just glared as he found his seat in the front with Remus at his side, and when Remus noticed this, he leaned his head over and whispered," Don't you even move Harry, just listen."

Harry couldn't even believe his ears. Remus was actually letting all this happen. He was actually letting Draco speak his side of everything when they all knew what the snake did. He killed Dumbledore, not literally, but through a process, and the snake portrayed all of them. Harry had always known Draco to be a sly, disgusting child, but when he actually saw what he was capable of, he now hated him, and wanted him dead. Harry just nodded with utter frustration and slowly followed Moody with his eyes as he stood in front of Draco.

" Now Draco, why did you send a letter to the Order?" he asked as he paced around the chair seeing if he could catch any lies out of him. Draco found himself to be very tired, but tried his best to speak on the matter even through a busted lip.

" Snape told me too. He said that it was his job to protect me, and that my dad and some followers were going to come kill me and my mum." Harry felt like laughing. That was such a lie, and Harry even knew that. The whole sympathetic thing was not going to work. Moody raised an eyebrow, and faced Draco with his face right in front of his, "Snape? But wasn't Snape the one who portrayed all of us?"

Draco nodded, " Yeah, but he also promised my mum before all this happened that he would do his best to keep me safe. So, he was just doing what he thought would be best." Moody's eyes narrowed as he surveyed Draco, and stood up to pace around him some more. "So, you weren't trying to set us up for a trap?"

Harry smirked. Moody was getting him right where he was sure Draco would mess up at, but oddly enough Draco really didn't seem like himself. Even through all of this questioning he spoke very clearly , and gave straight answer, not giving the slightest sign of his attitude, or rude behavior. Draco look up at Moody, and shook his head, " No, I just wanted my mum to be safe. That's the main reason I wrote the letter. I wanted to make sure she…" he then froze, and looked back at Remus, " where is my mother?"

Remus knelt his head down with disappointment, and as Harry looked into his eyes, he saw the look of worry all over his face. " Draco," he called, " Lucius got a hold of her when I finally got into the house. I was out numbered, there was nothing I could do."

At this point Draco lost all sense, and struggled to try and untie himself, " Let me go!" he yelled but Moody faced him once more and held Draco's hands down so they wouldn't attempt an escape anymore, " Calm yourself boy, you can't do anything now. You need to save your neck right now, and not worry about her. She's as good as dead now." and with that comment , Draco spit in his face. Everyone gasped, and even Harry's eyes widened as they watched this occur. Draco fumed with furry as he spoke, " Don't you even tell me that I can't do anything to help her you worthless mad man! She's not dead! I'll get her myself without all of your help!"

Harry had never seen Draco act like this. He seemed… compassionate, and about someone other then himself. Harry in a way suddenly felt sorry for Draco, because he knew he would have felt the same was in the given situation, but that did not change his feelings for what he did to Dumbledore. Moody smacked his hand across Draco's face, and began wiping his face as he walked around once more, " Why did you help kill Dumbledore boy?"

Draco moved his face around, to try to get feeling back into, and then spoke now with a more harsher tone, " To save my family. If I didn't help Voldemort he would have killed my mum, and I to get back at my father, so I went along with it. I didn't actually think I would have to kill him. Just help, and I didn't your own member killed him, not me."

" BUT YOU DID KILL HIM!" Harry spoke, and stood up. Remus tried to pull Harry down, but Harry resisted, " No, he needs to know. I was there when it happened." everyone was froze, and now eyed Harry with shock. " I was under my invisibility cloak up in the tower with Dumbledore because we had just gotten back from somewhere I can't say, and he was up there ready to kill Dumbledore. When he didn't Snape did. He helped them plan it, he killed him!"

Draco glared, " Get out of this Potter, I didn't kill anyone, we all knew he was going to die anyways, if not by Voldemort, by Snape. You should have all known that he hated him, and he hated you all. Don't blame me for a death of someone that I didn't commit the crime with. The only crime I committed was trying to save my mum, which I failed!"

"Enough!" a voice called from behind, and Hestia Jones, a woman of about 30 stood in the crowd, " The boy has been through more then probably any of us had. He's still a young boy, what would you have all done? He's now under our protection, and I think will some guidelines, and a hard talk we can keep him here."

Harry shot a glare, " Are you kidding me? He would turn us all in!" Remus stood up along with Harry, and shook his head, " Hestia is right everyone, he needs to stay." Harry just shot a look at Remus, and just could not believe what he was hearing. Had the world gone mad? They wanted to keep Draco here? He would turn them all in, and they would all be within the Deatheaters grasp, but he knew there wasn't more he could do. Moody raised an eyebrow as he listened in and shook his head as well, " Your all bloody mad, but I believe a vote should be in order. So, everyone who thinks he should stay raise your hand." Harry turned, and looked to see the majority of the room raise there hands." You all can't possibly be thinking this?" Moody looked towards Harry, and shrugged," Majority rules my boy. So it's settled. Draco will stay within the Orders aid until further notice."

The meeting was over, and Harry never felt so infuriated in his life. Not only did Remus help everyone decide to keep Draco here, but he didn't even talk to Harry afterwards. Alone Harry walked down the hallway, and ascending up the stairs, he saw Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all together by the door to his room looking anxious.

" Is he being sent away?" Hermione asked, but as she saw the look upon Harry's face, her eyes widened with worry," No they didn't!" she exclaimed. " Did what?" Ron asked. Ginny walked over placing a hand on Harry's shoulder and rubbed it back and forth to soothe him. " What happened Harry?"

Harry looked at all of them, and not in the mood he walked through his door, and slammed it shut. He couldn't even think about it anymore. It was all a nightmare, and as he laid on his damp bed, he hoped that perhaps when he would awaken, all would be a dream.