Chapter 3 Going over to the enemy, with a few exceptions

"Malfoy?"

"Hello Potter" the blond teen said smiling, though somewhat strained. "Shocked over seeing me here?"

"What in the world is he doing here?" he asked Moody, whose electric blue eye rolled around shook his head.

"He's the newest member of the Order. Don't ask, I have no clue why Dumbledore invited him here. All I know is that he's been sitting in that corner ever since he landed on this doorstep around two weeks ago. He was supposed to have gone over to our side, yet I don't trust him. To me, a Malfoy is always a Malfoy and can't switch from being it. The same scum as his father and grandfather have always been."

The old auror left, leaving Harry and Draco in the corner. Harry heard him muttering about enemies and traitors on his way out.

"Surprised to see me Potter, muggle-loving fool. I'm quite surprised myself." Draco said snickering.

"Why are you here you pure-blood maniac?" Harry responded, in a cold voice.

"It's a long story, sure you are up to hear all of it?."

Harry gave a stiff nod. He didn't know exact why, but it was something about Malfoy that had changed. He was sure that he had changed, somehow.

"Fine... "

He coughed.

"I should probably thank you lot for parts of it, seeing what happened with my dad and all. My family suddenly found ourselves in a pretty hard situation. Mum told me to keep a low profile until we could sort it out, hopefully..."

Harry nodded.

"... It wasn't my best days after school. My father had, thanks to you, landed in Azkaban prison. When the Dementors joined Voldemort, my father was set free, along with dozens of other Death Eaters. But, his month in Azkaban changed him psychically. He started seeing things, ghost, demons and other foul creatures. In the end he turned mad and was sent to a heavily guarded room in St Mungus. But even guards didn't stop the Dark Lord from silencing him forever... "

A tear silently trickled down his left cheek. Embarrassed he removed it swiftly with his left hand..

"... My father and I stood very close. His death came like a stab in my heart. The worse came when Voldemort asked me to join him, but I can't join anyone who kills my dad, mad or not. That's why I decided to come here."

Harry nodded again and closed his eyes, thinking back to the time he had learnt that his parents hadn't died in a car crash, like his uncle and aunt had told him the most part of his life. They had been murdered. Murdered by none other than Voldemort. Just because of that he hadn't heard all the details of that stupid Prophecy.

"Looks like we are in the same boat. Allies until the revenge has been taken"

"Yes, allies until then, but as soon as the task is done we will be enemies again, right?"

"Of course," Harry said thinking of what nightmare it would be having Draco as a friend. His daydreaming was however suddenly disrupted by thundering footsteps coming from the stairs.

"Harry, Harry" someone yelled waking the painting of Mrs Black, who of course started to yell loudly.

Throwing a last glance at Draco he turned his heels and went to see who called for him. He walked through the dark hallway where two wizards fought to close the curtains at Mrs Blacks portrait. No one noticed him as he sneaked past them. At the foot of the hall he saw a straight-brown-haired girl. He didn't recognise her until he saw her face in the light of a Lumos charm.

"Hermione?" he said.

"Hi Harry, had a nice summer?" she asked energetically, throwing herself over him in a hug.

"Hermione, what in the world... what have you done to your hair." he asked, hugging back, somewhat startled. 1, he had not expected to see her there and 2, he had not recognised her at first.

"Oh, it's nothing special except a very good straight-charm I learnt in Malaysia. They have really odd magic there. So fascinating, wish you could have seen it all. So fascinating. "

Her eyes glimmered as she spoke. Harry wondered what sights could have made her like that, he knew she was interested in most things new that came to her. But to make her so daised had to be something extra.

"When did you return? I thought you wouldn't be back before a week left of our holiday."

"Death Eaters" she mumbled. "There were Death Eaters and..."

"You did not? "

"Did what! "

"Malfoy just told me th... Never mind."

"Malfoy? You spoke to Malfoy? He's not opened his mouth since he came here, how did you...? "

"Never mind." He said cutting her of. Only hearing that little piece of information somehow made him slightly uncomfortable.

(Rosengard)

Ashes of burnt trees lay in piles on the great lawns, yet the sun shone as brightly as if nothing had happened. Many bodies still lay where they had fallen, most bearing the same expression, the stillness in death. A cloaked man wandered slowly through the deserted hallways of the small castle. His follower, an even smaller man, sat snoozing on a stool by one of the broken windows.

"Wormtail! Wormtail! Wake up you rat, we have many things to start today!" the cloaked man said.

"Huh?" The snoozing rat responded, in which the Dark Lord whacked him with a staff.

"It's time Wormtail. It's time to take our plan into action"

(Hogwarts)

cassandra had not been happy with the news, in fact she had been devastated. Her first thought had been to return home, but when Albus Dumbldore slowly spoke to her not to, something in his voice held her back. For hours they spoke, at first she had refused to listen to what he said, but later she came to her senses.

"As you wish Sir. I see now that returning will mean death. I will stay, at least a while, but as soon it's safe for me to return I shall return. "

"Of course, Miss Ridgeback, of course. This will be a very interesting year, but remember. The student will not be prepared for this so keep in mind that all strange magic must be kept well from there eyes. The powers you have inherited may for you be a gift, but here, at this time when no one trust one and other, it will be much more like a curse. "

"Okay then, I'll try. Still I'm not sure I will be able to resist its powers for a longer time. I was born with them, I have never really needed to hide them or tried to hide it, yet I will this time. Let time decide when it's ready."

TBC

I thought you might be interested in changes I do. So, this is just a few lines from the old version.

(Edited scene)

"Wormtail! Wormtail! Our Lord wants to speak to you immediately."

"Hhu?" The snoozing rat responded.

A hissing voice echoed in the empty corridors.

"It's time Wormtail. It's time to take our plan into action"

Simple, I stick to the old version as much as I think looks good, but if there is something missing or grammatical mistakes or such, the old text changes. This chapter holds to say, a little more information than the original version did.