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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 3

He could see it vividly. Lucius Malfoy was chasing him and the orbs in the Department of Mysteries were shattering as they fell off the shelves. If he had stopped to look around, maybe he would have realized that he was the only one there besides the Death Eaters, but Harry didn't have time to stop. He skidded through the doorway, his breath catching in his throat as he fell. His body hovered above the ground slightly before falling to the ground.

Harry slowly climbed to his feet, looking around. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew this was a dream. He hadn't been in the department of mysteries by himself and this wasn't happening again. But he couldn't force himself to wake up. As the Death Eaters were closing in on him, suddenly the Order appeared. The light fought the dark valiantly and Harry watched as Sirius quickly fought his way over to his godson. Harry grew more excited as the long haired man made his way towards him. Just as they were almost within arm's reach of each other, Bellatrix Lestrange cut him off. Harry knew that the first time around some words had been exchanged between the cousins but this time there was none. Bellatrix raised her wand and with a flick of her wrist, Sirius' back arched and his body fell through the veil.

Harry screamed as he had never screamed before. He fought against the arms holding him back, trying in vain to follow his beloved godfather through the veil. Unlike before, Bellatrix turned her wand on Harry. With a little giggle she shoved her wand in his face.

"Avada kedavra," She shrieked, and Harry's scream failed him as the green light enveloped him.

"Harry!" Draco hissed, shaking his boyfriend shoulder as his potions book fell off the table in the Room of Requirements. Again, Harry's scream caught in his throat as he sat up with wide green eyes. He panted heavily, looking around for Bellatrix. Draco reached out a shaky hand to rub his boyfriend's back. "Harry, are you okay?"

"I. I, uh, yeah I'm fine. I just, um, saw…"

"Sirius dying again?" Draco whispered, biting his lip as Harry nodded. Harry closed his eyes for a moment trying to compose himself.

"It always just seems so real. And I mean there are parts that are obviously wrong but I can't seem to pick up on until too late. I just…I'm sorry for always scaring you like that."

"It's okay, Har," Draco said, giving his boyfriend a small smile. He absent-mindedly rubbed a hand over his Dark Mark that had been throbbing the entire day. It wasn't too much for him to stand but it was still annoying. He let his smile grow slightly, waggling his eyebrows and leering towards the bed. "Want to cuddle?"

Harry snorted slightly but shook his head. He placed a kiss to Draco's forehead as he stood up and began gathering his things. "I'm sorry babe. I just really don't feel good. I've been nauseous all day. I think I'm just going to go back up to the tower and go to sleep early."

"That's fine," Draco said, closing his eyes as Harry placed another kiss to his hair line. "I hope you feel better. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Ryan Morris cringed as he swallowed the last of the polyjuice potion. While the potion was smooth and a beautiful blue color with Draco's hair in it, it still tasted disgusting. As his body stopped changing, Ryan looked down with a smile at his new, lean body in a black suit he had borrowed from Draco's closet at the manor. He tightened the grip on Draco's wand that he had had Pansy steal the night before. She had switched his out for one that was very similar but just a little different. The Slytherin's had had a day full of theory so his wand hadn't been needed. With one last look in the mirror, Morris smirked at himself.

Horace Slughorn was currently running study tables in the Great Hall. Ryan made his way down from the Room of Requirements where he had used the vanishing cabinet to get into the castle. He kept his hands in his pockets as he approached the man.

"Ah! Mr. Malfoy! What can I do for you?" Slughorn exclaimed, looking up at the blonde. Just as the rest of the students turned their way, Morris pulled his hands out of his pocket, shoving Draco's wand in the professor's shocked face.

"This is for the Dark Lord," he hissed. "Avada Kedavra!"

As the green light faded and the professor fell to the floor, the students began to scream. Morris turned on his heal, thanking Merlin for Draco's long legs as he ran to the boundaries. As soon as he reached the gates he apparated to wear Lucius Malfoy waited for him.

After Harry had left to go to bed, Draco decided to take a walk around the grounds. He realized it was stupid; his father, the Death Eaters, and the Dark Lord were after him and his godfather and the head master were doing their best to keep him safe. But Draco was never one to be kept cooped up for long. He stretched, letting his spine pop as he moved. He tilted his head back, watching as the stars appeared one by one. A light breeze blew his hair out of his face and he crossed his arms over his chest, slightly cold.

Draco had just sat on a rock near the lake when his Dark Mark gave an extremely painful throb. He let out a whimper, bending over to hide the pain. The pain receded slightly and Draco sat up panting. Just as he was deciding to go back to the castle, the pain returned. This time it felt as if something was clawing at his insides along with his Mark. Draco cried out, pushing his shirt sleeve up to see the Dark Mark that was burning red. Draco let out another whimper, staggering off the rock. Suddenly it felt as if an activated portkey had been shoved into his hand and that there was a hook behind his navel.

Draco screamed as his feet left the ground. His body spun before falling in a heap on the ground in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. He whimpered again, trying to climb to his feet as fast as possible. He had raised to his knees as a hand came down, slapping him across the face. He fell back, holding his hand to the lap mark, staring at his father with wide eyes.

"Aw, yes, Draco. Just the person I was waiting for," Lucius said with an evil smirk, an angry gleam to his eyes.

Harry was sound asleep when the alarms started going off. He sat up fast and had to rush to the trash can in the corner of the room when his stomach lurched from the quick movement. When he had finished vomiting, he wiped his face off and slipped on his glasses. He threw on his dressing gown and hurried down the steps to the common room.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as Ron and Hermione were ushered in to the common room followed quickly by a pale McGonagall.

"You will stay here!" She shouted, pointing a finger at all of her Gryfindors before leaving the common room with no other explanation.

"Do you guys know what's going on?" Harry asked his two best friends as they heard the castle's doors begin to close and lock themselves. "I was asleep and then these damn sirens started going off. I'm so confused."

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look, neither wanting to open their mouth. Hermione bit her lip before turning to Harry.

"Harry," she began, her voice barely over a whisper. She reached out for his arm, pushing him towards an empty corner of the room. "Ron and I were down at study tables with Slughorn. We were just getting ready to leave when Draco…Draco came into the room."

"So? Draco goes to study tables a lot. He has nothing better to do, you know that. It's not like he can leave the castle." Harry snapped, clutching his stomach as the nauseous feeling rose again.

"Harry, Draco went up to Slughorn and said "this is for the Dark Lord," and then he killed him. Just like that. And before he had even reached the ground Draco was running."

"You're lying," Harry yelled, standing up so he was in Ron's face.

"Harry," Hermione said, reaching up and grabbing Harry's arm. "I wish I could say we were lying. I'm so sorry, Harry. It was Draco."

Harry glared at his two friends before racing upstairs and pulling out the marauder's map. He searched the entire surface for his boyfriend. In fact, he searched the map three times before sinking to his knees.

How could he have fallen for it? Fallen for the 'oh I'm so sorry and scared, please save me from my daddy' act. Draco had just played him, hadn't he? Harry had just been one big game, a way for Draco to have an inside to the Order. Harry stifled a sob as he shifted to the trash can again, dry heaving as nothing came up.

AN: I hope you liked it. I'm leaving for vacation for a week tonight at midnight so I won't be updating for about a week, but don't worry I'll update shortly after I get home. Please review.