A/N: I don't really like the writing style for this story. What do you guys think? I meant to update this yesterday but the internet wasn't working and then I couldn't sign in this morning and I had to go to the theatre at 1. Sorry. Anyway, enjoy chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Rise Against's songs.

Chapter 2: To Them These Streets Belong

My hands are soaking in the blood of angels,
On broken wings, they collapse (will I see the break of day!)
To Them These Streets Belong ~ Rise Against

A dark grey mist was crawling along the cold stone floor, reaching as if to open the dungeon cell. However, mist does not need to open doors - it can slink through the spaces without leaving a trace to show its existence there. Mist can move on.

In the centre of the dark prison, a blond ragged boy was kneeling over another body. His pale hair and skin reflected the one slit of light that came into the room. He illuminated the room as the moon does the dark sky; like yin and yang. There is always a seed evil in good, and a seed of goodness in evil. All you need to do is let it grow...

.:-LINE BREAK-:.

The young man snapped his eyes open. After waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust to light that he had not seen in a long time, he asked hoarsely, having not used his voice for a while,

"Where am I?"

"You are in a department of St Mungo's." Replied a somewhat familiar voice.

"Then, I'm not dead." He murmured, "Oh shit, why aren't I dead?"

As if reading his mind, the female voice relayed where and how he was found,

"Do you remember anything else?" She asked.

Fuck, yes. He thought but as he didn't want to talk and think about it, he just nodded. He screwed up his eyes, hoping the memories were just a dream. They weren't.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Said the voice that had yet to come into Draco's view.

"Depends who you are. For all I know, you could be a Death Eater in disguise. That's unlikely though, you're a ministry freak, right?"

"I suppose so," She replied, "Though it's not exactly my job title. Now, are you going to tell me who it was that tried to kill you or will you make me go and get some Veritaserum?"

"Veritaserum," He scorned, "The followers of the Dark Lord just use torture – costs less too. If you want to know so badly, why haven't you just read my mind?"

"Because," She started, "It is against ministry policy to use it without the prisoner's permission."

"So I'm a prisoner. And what are the grounds on which I am being held?" Arrogance tainted his words.

"For being a Death Eater, of course!" Now that he thought about it, it was somewhat obvious, "Now tell me who it was that tried to kill you!" She was getting angry and he was having fun tormenting her.

"What would the outcome be if I proved that I was only a Death Eater because I was forced?"

"Just tell me who tried to kill you!" She said frustrated.

"Now, now, Granger," he heard a sharp intake of breath, "I'm getting to that. It was the remaining Death Eaters that you haven't captured yet."

"You're blaming us! Oh, that's rich coming from one of them," It was a well-known fact that Hermione usually could not shut up for long – she was too inquisitive. "Why were the Death Eaters killing you anyway?"

"I'd rather not say." Hermione noticed how his face fell slightly and his eyes softened when he said this.

"We'll all find out at the trial, anyway." She turned and left the room, giving Malfoy his first sight of her. She looked very similar to when they were at school. Her hair was less bushy and slightly darker than when he had last seen her and she looked more... elegant, almost.

Once she had exited the room, she walked into her and Sienna's shared office.

"Good morning," her co-worker beamed.

"Not really. Malfoy's awake," she answered solemnly.

"Oh goodie!" Then, once Sienna noticed she was receiving a glare, she corrected herself, "I mean, let's see if he has any psychological disorders and diagnose him."

"He seemed well enough to me," Hermione huffed.

"You know," Sienna smiled wistfully, "Maybe you should put your past behind you. It's been a while since you last saw each other; perhaps he's changed."

"I'll do that when he does."

"Well I'm taking you back there." As suddenly as she said this, she grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her into the room containing Malfoy.

When she slammed the door open, both girls were shocked into silence at the sight before them.

Inside, the pallid patient was sitting with his back towards the door. He was holding a quill that Hermione had left inside the room earlier. Blood stained parts of the floor.

His head snapped round and for a moment, his metallic eyes were confused. However, this swiftly changed to anger at being caught. Sienna rushed forwards whilst Hermione grabbed Malfoy's scarred left arm to see what he had been doing.

Then she realised he had been scraping his skin – and by the look of his forearm, for a long time. It only took another moment for everything to click into place in her mind.

"He was scratching away his Dark Mark," she said quietly, astounded, "He seems to have been having a go at it for a few weeks, maybe months, but my guess is that it's imprinted into his skin cells and therefore impossible to get rid of without magic."

Hermione looked over into the resigned eyes of Hogwarts' bully. He had certainly matured since then if his eyes were anything to go by. He stopped glaring at Sienna and herself and lowered his head. She swore she saw a lone tear fall into his lap... Draco 'the ferret' Malfoy crying in front of someone? What had the world come to?

-Afternoon

"He used to cry in front of Moaning Myrtle in sixth year," said Harry after Hermione informed him and Ron about what had happened that morning.

That incident had almost become a cursed topic. They all knew how close Malfoy had been to dying then and, although none of them had liked him, they didn't hate him so much as to want him to pass away. At least, not at that moment in time. Hermione could only imagine how it must have felt for both the 16 year olds.

"He's a two-faced cry-baby – that's what he is," Ron said vehemently, "If I was there, Harry, I'd have just left him to die. Traitorous git..." Ron's insults grew quieter and quieter.

"Right," Hermione said to shut him up, "So, do you know what your mum has planned for Friday yet?"

"Nah, not exactly. I did see a package from Rent-A-Pensieve. Perhaps that has something to do with it?" Ron shrugged.

"A pensieve? Are you sure? D'you think it'll be another of those bonding exercises?" Harry asked.

"Dunno. Hope not though. Don't think I could survive anymore of them."

"In my opinion, they are a clever idea. We've all been growing apart and need to remember the reason Voldemort was defeated: love. It's very good when used effectively" Hermione voiced her opinion, to which Harry replied,

"Yeah. Like you said, 'when used effectively'."

Harry and Ron high-fived each other wearing goofy grins. It was as if they'd never grown up.

"You guys can be unbearable sometimes, you know that?" Hermione joked.

"It may have been mentioned a few times..."

"...but that's why you love us!" Ron completed Harry's sentence.

Love had become a bit of a touchy subject since Ron and Hermione had broken up in May and, for that reason, they all ignored the comment.

"Ah, is that the time?" said Harry, looking at his wiz-watch he had been given for his birthday by Molly Weasley. It was just like the Weasley's grandfather clock but with less people and an added time-telling application. "I'd better be off – the minister wants a report on the discovery of Malfoy."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you earlier but before Sienna and I had found him, um, hurting himself, he had filled in the rest of the form and left it on the table. Here, I brought over a copy for you but I haven't had a chance to read it yet."

Hermione pulled the parchment out of her pocket and handed it over. All three of them looked over at it.

Full name: Draco Lucius Silas Malfoy
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 05/06/1980
Marital status: Unmarried
Date of the Dark Mark: 19/07/1996
Hair colour: Blond
Eye colour: Grey
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Father's full name: Lucius Abraxas Salvius Malfoy
Father's Date of Birth: 13/11/1954
Father's Date of Death (if applicable): 15/08/2000
Mother's full name: Narcissa Calypso Malfoy nee Black
Mother's Date of Birth: 25/03/1955
Mother's Date of Death (if applicable): 22/08/2000

"The 15th and 22nd August? But... It's only the 7th September now."

Harry looked over at Hermione and Ron. Even though Malfoy was his archenemy at school, he didn't want anyone to have the pain of losing their parents after the Second Wizarding War was over. Everyone was supposed to get on now.

"Two less for us to find though."

Hermione and Harry turned to stare at the speaker angrily.

"He's lost both his parents in the past month! Have a little sympathy!" Hermione cried, times like this reminded her of why they split up.

"I was just trying to look on the bright side. Anyway, they deserved to die! In case you don't remember, they were on the bad side!" His voice grew louder towards the end of his speech.

"Technically, they were neutral, and even if they weren't, they shouldn't have died until justice was served. Oh, the Daily Prophet is going to have a hippogriff when they find out."

"At least it'll get them off my case. You'd think that two years later they'd have gotten over it but no. Of course not. Just my luck."

They all laughed at Harry's tone of voice. He had put on a posh yet sulky British accent to try to lighten the mood and stop another argument.

"As I said before, I have to go. Bye, guys."

"See you soon, Harry," Ron replied, clapping his raven-haired friend on the back.

"I should be going too," Hermione concurred, "Goodbye."