Note for those who didn't read WTH: Sirius found out he was Addie's father Christmas of fifth year.

Hours later Draco found himself staring up at the darkened ceiling of Ron Weasley's bedroom with only an uncomfortable ghoul for company. In the panic that ensued after the patronus had arrived Harry, Ron, and Hermione had all fled and were nowhere to be found. Ron had apparently left this ghoul as a sort-of Ron replica in his absence. Ron had apparently not considered the fact that Draco would now have to share a room with the ghoul who aside from giving off a foul odor, moaned constantly throughout the night.

Of course he didn't think of you! A voice in the back of Draco's mind laughed. Why would he?

He was friendly tonight, A kinder voice said. Maybe they've finally accepted you…

Draco was brought out of his thoughts by a tiny light that had begun to shine just outside Ron's window. He got up slowly as to not rouse the ghoul and peered out the window into the blackness. The light was coming from a small window in Addie's tent where apparently she was spending an equally restless night.

He made the decision almost in an instant, and crept across the floor to the door which he opened slowly. The ghoul moaned pitifully but then fell back into what Draco could only assume was sleep just as he slipped out into the hallway. The entirety of the Weasley household was asleep and he deduced that it was very early in the morning. He knew the adults had stayed up long after he'd gone to bed making sure all the guests had been evacuated properly and warding off the arrival of the Death Eaters.

Draco crept down the stairs and slipped out the back door into the yard where Addie had staked her tent. The little light was still shining inside and he could see the curvy outline of Addie who was apparently pacing. He pushed the flap of the tent open and saw that the walls were a bright bubble-gum pink. Just as he entered he felt the harsh jab of a wand on the back of his neck.

"Addie it's me!" He shouted as the wand seared his skin.

"Draco!" Addie said in a loud whisper. "What are you doing here?"

Draco rubbed the place on his neck where her wand had made a small, red dot and said, "Coming to see what you were up to, actually, I saw your light on from my window."

Draco looked around the spacious tent where a fire was burning in the chimney and a large pink bed stood in the middle of the room covered in fluffy comforters and pillows. A table had been set opposite the bed and Draco noticed the familiar pink trunk open and filled with Addie's belongings. She had been packing.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, indicating the trunk.

"I don't want anyone to know," Addie said. "I'm going to help them,"

"Help who?" Draco asked.

"Harry," She said. "And Ron and Hermione," She added quickly.

"And how do you propose you do that?" Draco asked. "You don't know where they are."

"I do," She said quietly. "After they left I knew I wanted to help them so I used some of Fred and George's extendable ears and listened in while the adults talked in the kitchen. They're at Grimmuald place."

"Where?" Draco asked.

"My father's house, he gave it to Harry…" There was distinguishable bitterness in her tone.

"He left it to Harry?"

"Dumbledore said he must've written his will before he'd known about me. He didn't have time to edit it I suppose because well, I wasn't mentioned…" Addie's eyes fell to the floor.

Draco resisted the urge to put his hand on her shoulder and merely nodded solemnly.

"Anyway, I'm going to help them," She began, adding some clothing to her trunk.

"How?" Draco asked. "You know how they've been all summer, Addie, they don't want anyone else's help. They want to do it alone."

"I'm not going to ask them what they're up to," She said. "I'm going to ask if they want me to come along as a Healer, you know?"

"They're going to say no," Draco said.

"How do you know?" She asked incredulously.

"Because," Draco began, "The only people you know better than your friends are your enemies. Potter isn't going to accept your help. He wants to do this with only Ron and Hermione. He didn't even ask Ginny along. He's not going to accept your help."

"If he's not going to let me come along," She took a deep breath, "then I'm going to go to Him."

"What?" Draco exclaimed.

"Shh!" Addie cautioned.

"They'll need to know what He's up to," She said. "I'll spy for them."

"Addie," Draco implored, "you don't know what you're talking about here. You don't just walk up to the Dark Lord and earn his trust. You don't know what it's like in there. You don't know—"

"I'm a big girl," She said. "If I can help, I want to. I'll offer up myself as a Touch Healer. I'll tell them I hate Harry for dumping me. I have it all worked out."

"I'm coming with you," He said. "If you're going to go to him you're going to need someone who knows what it's like in there. You can't go in there alone, Addie, I won't let you."

"Draco, they think you're dead!" She exclaimed. "It would be suicide to go in there."

"They think I've been captured," He said. "We set up Malfoy Manor to look as though the Order had kidnapped us."

"But—"

"No, Addie," He began, "You don't know what it's like in there. I do, okay? I do—"

He pulled up the sleeve on his pajamas to reveal the Dark Mark still black against his pale skin.

"It burns all the time," He said quietly.

"Are you sure about this, Draco?" She asked.

"I owe it to—I owe it to everyone," He said. "I owe it to them to help Harry survive."

"Go get your things," She told him. "Do it quickly, we don't have much time before someone is awake. I heard Lupin telling Mrs. Weasley that we have to apparate onto the very top step."

"Why?" He asked.

"It's being watched. They can't see it but they know it's there," She said quietly.

Draco hurried back upstairs with a little less care than he'd taken in coming down stairs. His adrenaline was pumping as he threw his clothing into the trunk he'd been keeping under the bed. Whether or not the ghoul was aware of Draco's arrival he was not sure. He took out his wand and tapped the trunk causing it to levitate noiselessly behind him has he hurried back down to Addie's tent where she was putting the last of her belongings away.

"Are you ready?" She asked, locking her trunk.

"Ready as ever," Draco replied giving her a slight smile.

She took a deep breath and looked around taking a moment to make sure this was really the path she wanted to go.

"Take my hand," She said finally extending it to Draco.

He put his right hand in hers and grasped his trunk with the other. A moment later he felt as if his entire body had been compressed into a large tube. He couldn't breath. He felt Addie and his trunk at his sides but he couldn't open his mouth to speak to her. Just as the sensation seemed to be too much he arrived with a thud on the front porch of a dark, poorly kept townhouse.

"This is it," Addie said. "I don't know if there's anything in there to…you know…prevent us from getting in?"

"What time is it?" Draco asked. The morning Sun was shining lazily on the little porch where Draco and Addie now stood.

"Probably around nine o' clock in the morning," She said.

"Should we go in? Do you think they're awake?" Draco asked.

"Well we can't just stand out here," She took a deep breath and opened the door.

The door creaked open and they walked in. The lights turned on as soon as they entered and Draco couldn't help but feel as though the entire place was covered in a thick layer of dust. The heads of former house-elves were hung up against the walls and the dark hallway seemed to lead to an even darker stairway.

"This is your father's house?" Draco whispered.

"Not anymore," She replied quietly. "It's Harry's house now."

"They're probably upstairs," Draco said, indicating the stairwell.

"Let's go," She said, taking his hand for strength.

As soon as they stepped forward off the doormat they heard a deep raspy voice and stood frozen once more.

"Severus Snape?" The voice asked.

"N—" Addie seemed to choke on the word before he could finish it. Draco had felt it too, his tongue had curled backwards making speech impossible. Almost as suddenly as it happened, however, Draco's tongue unraveled and Addie shot him a frightened glance.

They took another step towards the stairwell. Draco saw something move, a figure had risen out of the carpet but Draco couldn't quite make out what it was, though what it seemed to be, Draco could not believe.

"Harry? Ron? Hermione?" Addie called as the figure glided towards them.

"It's not them," Draco squeaked as he finally made out the skeletal figure that was advancing on them. It had waist-length hair, empty eye sockets, and a sunken fleshless face. Draco froze.

"But I didn't do it!" He shouted. "I didn't kill you!"

The ghostly Albus Dumbledore then exploded into a cloud of dust and Draco and Addie stood petrified at the foot of the stairwell.

"What was that?" Addie asked, her voice quivering.

"What was he doing here?" Draco asked in return.

"We could ask the same thing about you," A voice said from the top of the stairs.

Addie and Draco looked up to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry all staring at them in disbelief, their wands raised, and their faces like stone.

"Show yourself!" Harry called down to them.

"H—Harry it's us!" Addie called.

"Prove it," Hermione called down to them. "We can't take chances, Addie, if it's you prove it."

"My name is Addie Samantha White," She began. "I came to Hogwarts for my fifth year and played chaser on the Gryffindor team as a replacement for Katie Bell. I dated George Weasley, fought alongside you at the ministry, and briefly dated Harry Potter."

"Tell us something that someone else wouldn't know," Harry called down to her.

"My father is Sirius Black and I am a Touch Healer," She added after a moment's consideration.

"And you?" Ron shot at Draco.

Draco took a deep breath, "My name is Draco Malfoy. I met Harry Potter for the first time in Madame Malkin's when we bought our first set of school robes. I was given the task of killing Albus Dumbledore last year, failed to do so, saw the error of my ways and turned myself and my mother over to the side of good. I have been staying in a room with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter for the past three weeks, a room which is now home to a rather revolting ghoul."

The three paused for a moment, and then lowered there wands.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked.

"To help," Addie responded confidently.

"We don't need your help," Harry answered.

Draco tried to hold back his I-told-you-so.

"I'm a Touch Healer, Harry," She said. "I can keep you all safe. I offer my protection, and Draco's."

"We certainly don't need Draco's," Ron spat.

"Addie, I told you," He whispered. "They want to go it alone, you're not going to convince them otherwise."

Addie grabbed Draco by the hand and led him up to the platform where Harry now stood, and looked him straight in the eye.

"I have," She began, "another proposition for you."

"Which is?" He asked, breathing heavily.

"Draco and I will act as spies," She said. "We will go to Him to gather information to give to you. You're going to need to know what he's up to. You don't need to tell us what you're after or what your 'mission' is, you just need to ask us questions and we will find out the answers."

Harry paused.

"You want to do that?" He asked. "You both want to do that?"

"Yes!" Addie shouted. "Yes! Harry we can help!"

"I'm not sure," Harry shot furtive glances at Ron and Hermione. "We'll have to talk it over…"

"Harry I don't understand!" Addie cried, as Harry turned to take Hermione and Ron further upstairs. "Harry don't you trust me?"

"It's not you, Addie," Draco said quietly from the shadows. "He doesn't trust me."

"And why should I?" Harry spat. "We wouldn't be so lost if it wasn't for you."

"You may have forgotten, Potter, but I didn't kill him," Draco said. "I lowered my wand. You were there. You saw it."

Harry's eyes shifted down to Draco's wand arm, the scene clearly flashing through his memory.

"May I speak with you in private, Potter?" Draco asked.

"Why?" Ron piped up.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "Anything you can say to him you can say in front of all of us."

"I would prefer," Draco drawled, "if this particular message stayed between Harry and I. You may stand just outside, but I would appreciate being able to talk to him alone."

"Just let him do it guys," Addie said quietly.

"Alright, but we're going to stand right outside the room," Ron told him sternly. "So no funny business."

"You think I'm going to attack him?" Draco laughed. "That's never worked out for me in the past, why should it now?"

"Come on," Harry called, leading them up the dark staircase. "We can talk up here."

Harry led Draco into a dimly lit room where two beds sat on opposite sides and a vacant painting was propped up against a dusty dresser drawer.

"So what do you have to say Malfoy?" Harry asked as he locked the door.

"You don't have to worry about trusting me," Draco began. "I want to do this."

"Why?" Harry asked. "Why would you want to risk your life?"

"I owe it to you," He said softly. "I owe it to all of you after what I've done."

"But you said it downstairs," Harry crossed his arms, "you didn't do it."

"I let Death Eaters into the school," Draco said. "I spent the entirety of sixth year working on the mission the Dark Lord sent me to do and I give you my word that I will work even harder on the one I'm taking on with Addie."

"I don't believe you," Harry said. "It's one thing to feel sorry for what you've done. It's one thing to turn over to the right side, but it's completely different for you to want to risk your life. You turned over to our side to save your own skin. You know what you're getting into, why go back?"

The words rose up in Draco before he had a chance to push them back down, "When I signed up for this I had no desire to spill my deepest secrets to you, Potter."

"Well you're going to have—"

Draco held up his hand, "Let me finish. I had no desire to do so, and I still have no desire to do so, but seeing as it seems as though you're not going to permit me to accompany Addie on this mission I will have to—I will have to explain myself further."

Harry nodded, allowing Draco to continue.

"Addie is determined to do this. I've seen the look in her eyes, and I'm sure you know it well. There will be no turning her away from this mission. She will do it, whatever the cost. But Addie she has no idea what is waiting for her when she enters the realms of the Dark Lord. She is strong, but she is nothing compared to Him, or Bellatrix, for that matter. I can't let her go alone. I have to protect her, and if protecting her means protecting you as well I will do so. I know what's out there and I—I love her."

As Draco finished he sat himself down on the end of the bed nearest him and put his head in his hands. He had not wanted to say those words. He had not wanted the verbal confirmation of the feelings that had been rising up within him. Love was so dangerous these days, too dangerous to be toyed with. Harry paced in front of him, and neither of the boys said a word until Harry finally stopped. Draco lifted his head and looked right into Harry's bright green eyes. They were hard and resolute.

"I believe you," He said. "I believe you because I know what love is, and it's what I would do. But you're not the only person who loves Addie White, and if you hurt her. If this proves to be a trick—"

"You'll kill me," Draco finished.

"Either me, or Ron, or certainly George," Harry added. "I love her like a sister, the way I love Hermione. I won't let you hurt her."

"It's not me that you have to worry about, Potter," Draco said. "It's him."