A.N: I forgot to do a disclaimer earlier. Anyways, no copyright infringement intended. Harry Potter characters and settings belong to the wonderful, marvelous J.K Rowling. I merely play around with them. ;)
Chapter Three
"Harry, I need you to befriend Draco Malfoy."
Harry stopped dead. He gaped at Dumbledore. Malfoy was his long time rival, his most hated enemy. Ever since first year Harry despised Malfoy and vice versa. The idea of them becoming civil towards each other was preposterous, much less them becoming friends.
"B-but Professor-," Harry stuttered out.
Dumbledore cut him off, "Now Harry, I suppose you wish to know why, am I correct?"
Harry who was at a loss for words just nodded.
Dumbledore's face remained serious, but there was a twinkle in his clear blue eyes. "Harry, I'm sure you know very well that Lucius Malfoy is indeed a very devoted follower of Lord Voldemort. I do not intend to lie to you about that. You are not ignorant to the truth. Now, I believe Draco Malfoy will be forced into the same awful fate. Young Mr. Malfoy is not as simple as his father and is, truthfully, more strong willed. He understands Voldemort's flaws, and also does not wish to be owned. He doesn't like obeying commands of others. However he will join the dark side, despite his wishes. His father will make sure of that. Unless Draco has a reason to fight for our side, he won't. I'm afraid I will not convince him, and neither can Professor Snape. It must be you Harry. You must be his reason"
Harry had listened raptly, and was now staring at Dumbledore like a fish. Dumbledore smiled brightly.
"Now Harry, we should be getting to The Burrow now, dear Molly will fuss more if we're late. Now hold onto my arm, my left if you will."
Harry grasped Dumbledore's arm, still dumbstruck. Harry took a last look at Privet Drive before everything went black, and a pressure fell over his body and breathing became difficult.
Finally the pressure lifted and he stood in front of The Burrow beside Dumbledore. Harry panted, taking deep, heaving breaths. Harry concluded that no magical transportation was quite like flying.
Dumbledore tucked his wand into his robes, and took a deep breath himself. He then straightened up and smiled brightly.
"Well then Harry, let's not stand on ceremony. We will no longer deprive Molly of the chance to fuss over your thinness.
Without further ado, Harry and Dumbledore knocked on the door.
A.N/ Alright! So next we get to see Molly Weasley, and Harry tells Ron and Hermione what Dumbledore has told him. If you could also review, that'd be great. Thanks.