Hey! I'm slightly surprised that I had time to update this. And as I promised, it is longer that chapter 1.
Behind Enemy Lines
Chapter 2
Remus Lupin sat in the sitting room of number twelve, Grimmauld Place; the Order's secret hideout. He had just come back from the wedding with a few of the others, but had declined his cozy bed and sat comfortably in a seat by the fire. As usual, his mind was wandering the different topics of thought. One of which was a very intriguing topic; his relationship with Tonks. What she had said in the Hospital wing still clung to him. He had debated the situation ever since then. She was definitely serious; there was no doubt about that. She even showed her seriousness during the wedding, successfully forcing him to dance with her every song. Before now, he had never realized how persuasive she could be (especially when using the clever art of blackmail).
Remus thought hard about his opposition to the relationship. The problem wasn't that he didn't want to be with her, far from it. He loved her, though he'd never admit it until their argument was well over. He'd never even think about love before meeting her. Sure, during school he always dreamed of having what James and Lily had for each other. Or rather, what James had for Lily; seeing as she never saw love in him until their seventh year.
Yet, all those moments that he wished for love, he always knew that it would probably never happen due to his "hairy problem". James and Sirius seemed to think differently, for in their spare time they set up the most random dates for him. They had assured that he would find someone. Of course, his heart was never with any of the girls his two friends insisted that he date.
The thought of his lost friends brought the hot tears to his eyes and he swiped at them viciously. Come on Remus! Pull yourself together! Stop thinking of the past and move on. He desperately wanted to listen to himself but he could just forget about James and Sirius; they were his friends, his best friends.
He frequently found himself thinking and wishing to be back in the past when they had not a care in the world. He remembered things like James and Sirius's detention competition, which Sirius won by one detention. Sirius's win surprised Remus, because James went out of his way to piss off Slughorn. Unfortunately, their potions teacher insisted on giving James second chances. James got mad and called him fat lard during class, finally wining himself 6 detentions with said fat lard. But, Sirius beat him out by hanging Severus in the hall by his greasy hair. Remus wasn't always proud of the things his two friends did but inside they were kind hearted and…well they were just kind hearted.
There was a knock on the door and Remus's head snapped in its direction. Who could that be? He pulled out his wand and began cautiously toward the door. He was grateful for his silent steps and the none creaking floor boards. Reaching the door, he looked through the peep hole. A figure stood waiting patiently, yet anxiously for the door to open. Remus glimpsed the blond hair under the hood and saw the grey blue eyes. He stepped back, shock.
What is Draco Malfoy doing here? He thought quickly, trying to determine whether or not he should open the door. He honestly didn't think that the young Malfoy was a threat but he could be wrong. His debate lasted a few minutes until Malfoy knocked again. I'm going to hate myself for this, I just know it! Remus held his wand up, ready to blast the young boy, and opened the door cautiously.
"What," Remus grunted, pointing his wand at Malfoy.
"I would like to talk to you, professor," Draco said.
"About what?" Remus replied suspiciously.
"It's private," Malfoy said. Lupin raised an eyebrow. Malfoy leaned closer. "I can't risk anyone else overhearing," The young blond said.
Oh I really do hate myself! Remus thought as he ushered Malfoy in. "To the basement," Remus whispered. (A/N- does that house have basement? If not, well…it does now.) He practically shoved Malfoy down the steps. Malfoy didn't mind of course, he suspected that he would be treated worse.
Once they were safely in the basement, Remus and Draco sat down across from each other. Remus raised a questioning eyebrow. Draco cleared his throat. "I need to ask you something," he whispered, looking around for any spy cameras or something.
"We can talk safely down here. No one can overhear us," Remus assured the scared looking boy. Malfoy calmed slightly, though his hands shook rather violently.
"I wish to know if I can join the Order," Draco blurted. The suspicious look that once held Remus's features seized him again.
"You, what?" He asked. "Are not a Death Eater?"
"To my great disgust, yes I am a Death Eater," Draco confirmed. "But, it was by force. My father is still very forceful, although he is in Azkaban," he added. "And considering that my…" He paused, feeling the tears form in his eyes. Remus watched, patiently waiting for him to continue. "Considering that my one and only love in life was killed by Voldemort, I am even more deliberate about my situation." Malfoy finished.
Remus looked at him. Draco Malfoy was definitely not like his father. He had just admitted his love for the muggleborn girl that died during the last Hogwarts' Christmas break. Remus still remembered seeing Malfoy crying over Lisa Sulley's dead body. He had assumed that Draco was friends with Lisa but he had never imagined that the son of Lucius Malfoy would be in love with a muggleborn.
"And I am supposed to believe you?" Remus asked skeptically. Actually, he completely believed what Draco was telling him. He saw the look of hatred and sadness that covered Draco's face when he mentioned the death of his only love. The vengeful thoughts that Draco contained were too strong for him to hide, therefore Remus understood his motive. That being said, he believed every word that left Draco Malfoy's mouth, but he still had to be cautious…for the Order's sake.
"Yes," Malfoy agreed. "Listen, Voldemort sent me here to join you, I do not deny that. But, he is oblivious to my thoughts, considering that I have successfully mastered the art of Occlumency. If you wish, I will take verisaerum and answer any questions," Draco offered.
"I believe you, but just to be on the safe side." Remus stood and pulled a small vial out of a drawer in a desk near by. "Here," He said. He handed the vial to Malfoy, who drank it (after making sure it was in fact the potion that they had been speaking of). "Were you truly in love with Lisa Sulley?" Remus asked.
"Yes, madly in fact. It seemed to really piss off my dad, but I never cared," Draco answered.
"Do you really want revenge on the dark lord?" Remus asked.
"Yes I do. Him and Snape, his most loyal follower," Draco almost sneered before going blank.
"Do you intend on betraying the Order?" Remus asked.
"I have no urge to do so. Nor will I ever," Malfoy answered honestly.
"I believe that should be it," Remus said. "The potion will wear off soon, there was only a little in there," He added.
"May I ask you some favors?" Malfoy said suddenly. Remus nodded warily. "Don't tell any of the Order, it'll be a better kept secret that way," Malfoy said.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Remus replied.
"And, if Voldemort finds out that I am a double agent, could you keep hold Dumbledore's offer?" Draco asked.
"What offer?" Remus asked.
"The one that he told me about when…when he was about to be killed," Draco said, paling considerably.
"What was the offer?" Remus asked softly.
"That he and the Order would help protect my mother and myself," Draco said, his tone soft. He stared hard at his shoes.
Remus looked at him. The boy looked so much like a child then that he felt the need to comfort him. It was then that Remus realized how hard it was for the young Draco Malfoy to deal with his father's rage, the death of his closest friend and only love, being forced into Voldemort's service (for whatever reason), and many other things. "Of course, when Voldemort finds out, your mother will be safe. We'll make sure of that," Remus said finally.
Malfoy looked up, eyes glistening. "Thanks," He said. "Now I must go and report to the Lord all mighty," He added sarcastically. He turned to leave and Remus followed.
"Draco," Remus said. Malfoy turned and looked at him expectantly. "I am sorry, about Lisa. She was an amazing kid," Remus said. Malfoy nodded and headed out the door.
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Harry woke up early the next morning. He, Ron and Hermione needed to leave soon if they were going to make any progress. He dressed and woke Ron by repeatedly beating him with a pillow--seeing as that was the only way to ensure Ron's utter alertness. Ron dressed while half awake and the two came downstairs to see Hermione setting a note on the kitchen table. Silently, the three snuck out of the Burrow.
"Where do you three think you're going?" Fred Weasley whispered.
Startled, Ron yelped but his noise was muffled by Harry's hand. "We have to go to the Order," Harry stated.
"Not without our help," George said, grinning widely.
"Fine, if you insist," Harry said, removing his hand from Ron's mouth. He looked at his friend. "Did you lick me?"
Ron shook his head vigorously. "No," He said. Harry frowned and wiped his hand on his jeans.
"So you have no problem with us tagging along?" Fred asked.
"No…we don't have a whole lot of time so hurry up," Harry whispered. Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Hermione snuck out into the fields. They promptly apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
The five of them found themselves in the kitchen of their destination. Tonks was sipping pumpkin juice and eating her breakfast while Remus sat across from her, reading the Prophet. Moody was grumbling about something and eating. The various different Order members were moseying around doing this, that and the other.
They all looked up upon seeing the five standing in front of them. "Morning!" Tonks exclaimed, recovering from her startled expression.
"Morning," They mumbled.
"To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you all so early in the morning?" Remus asked, barely looking from the paper.
"I need directions," Harry said.
Remus's eyebrows rose and he lowered the newspaper. "To where?"
"Goddrick's Hollow," Harry said promptly. Remus stared at him for a long minute. He was curious, to say the least--it's not every day when your former student asks for directions to the place of his parents' death.
"Very well," Remus replied. He took a sheet of parchment and wrote down what Harry wanted. As he handed the paper to Harry, he locked gazes with the young boy. His sympathetic, yet warning, gaze was greatly appreciated by Harry--who said a quick thank you with his eyes.
"Thanks," He said aloud. Remus nodded. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "Okay let's go."
Fred and George stayed behind, considering that they had to be at work soon. Harry, Ron and Hermione started out for Goddrick's Hollow.
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It was morning by the time Draco got back to the, for lack of a better word, lair. He walked silently through the halls to Voldemort's chambers. He walked in and found the Dark Lord in deep conversation with Snape. Draco cleared his though loudly. The two men turned to face him.
"Ah, Draco. Is it done?" Voldemort asked. Draco nodded. "Good, good," He said. "Thank you, you may go."
Draco barely retained his scowl as he walked out, leaving the Dark Lord and Snape to themselves.
"My Lord, are you sure this is a good idea?" Snape asked. He and Voldemort were discussing the matter of Draco Malfoy.
"It will work Severus," Voldemort reassured his most loyal follower. "The only way to unleash it is to anger him," He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named said. "If we direct his anger at the Order, we will have a great advantage," He added. "And if young Draco is on our side, his cousin will not hesitate on who she supports. Therefore, we will have the vampire community as well as the werewolf. Also, Parkinson and Zabini will side with us as well. That will result in us having more than half of the group," Voldemort explained.
"But the prophecy says that the group can not be separated. Our efforts may be…" Severus began.
"My dear Snape, we will prevail," The Dark Lord said, cutting him off. "Draco is too angry about the death of his lover for us not to."
"What if the vampires do not follow his cousin? What do we do then?" Snape asked.
"I have a plan for that," Voldemort answered.
"What if he finds out about what we are doing? He will lose trust instantly and it will be close to impossible to gain it back," Snape protested.
"He will not find out," The Dark Lord insured. "He has too much power for me not to use him so I have back up plans," Voldemort said with an evil cackle.
Draco backed away from the closed door. They were planning to use him. What group were they talking about? What can't be unleashed? What prophecy? Extremely disturbed by his obtained information, Draco hurried to his quarters. Once in the safe confines of his room, he paced back and forth. What was he going to do? How was he going to figure out the prophecy? What were they talking about? He needed to find out and fast.
Who would know about a prophecy? Draco paced faster. The only person he could think of was Dumbledore. No one knew what happened to him or even where he was. After the attempt to kill him, he disappeared. How was Draco going to find him if there was no one who knew where he was? Then it hit him, there were people who might know where their Headmaster was. There was no guarentee that any of them knew but it was worth a try.
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