I know I haven't been uploading as much lately and I'm really sorry about that. Recently I've had loads of assignments and essays all of which effect my final grade so unfortunately I need to spend quite slot of time on them. I've also been away kayaking the last three weekends in a row so haven't had much spare time to write. Should be able to catch up a bit but please be patient with me because I will have exams soon and need to revise for them. I won't stop publishing but it might take me a little longer so just bare with me please x

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"Are you ready?"

"What do you think?"

The two men stood outside Gringots bank. It was dusk, and Diagon Alley was filled with slightly tipsy young witches and wizards.

"And you've got the potion?"

"For the hundredth time yes I do, it's not going to fly out my pocket."

"Just checking."

The two disappeared into the bank, unnoticed by all.

Draco and Harry continued alone down into the dregs of the earth. Harry has expected some kind of opposition to them not being accompanied by a goblin because he had thought their lie that they wanted to examine the rocks patently unbelievable. He didn't realise that Draco had slipped the goblin in charge some kind of jewel that had been in his families possession for ages. Draco smiled slightly at his naivety.

As they travelled further down in the bank, past all the vast vaults, Draco could begin to sense the change in the air, it felt heavy and The Scar on his arm began to twitch, he shuddered at the sensation.

"We're nearly there."

They continued walking in silence, Draco could feel himself being pulled towards a small entranceway, barely noticeable to most, but it was calling to him. Something that felt like it was finding the darkest parts of you and enticing them out to play.

"Come on," It seemed to say, "Don't you want to remember and feel that glorious emotion when you killed someone? Remember that rush of power you felt before you ripped their life away?"

"No!" Draco suddenly shouted into the cavern, his voice echoing around the empty space.

It seemed to work anyways, the voice purred and slid back into the darkness.

A shout from behind made him jump, he turned around and saw Harry, who was crouching on the floor - his head in his hands.

"No, no no don't. Please?" He sobbed, "Please please."

Draco swore to himself, they hadn't even got there yet and already merely the memory of him was bringing them both down. He crouched down beside Harry,

"Harry don't listen to it. It's just a memory it can't hurt you unless you let it"

"No I can't don't make me, he's my friend."

Suddenly a breath of cold air swooped through the cavern, running through Harry making him gasp and clutch at his chest. He looked up and Draco shuddered at his face expression. His eyes were red and full of hate. In that moment Draco could see what would've happened if their positions had been reversed, if Harry had been the one brought up in a hateful and evil household, if Harry had become a death eater like he had. Black robes seemed to cloth him and he held up his wand and laughed. But it was not the laugh Draco had heard from Harry before, it was full of empty joy and madness. It rang out, echoing around the cavern.

"Harry?" Draco asked.

"Finally I will have revenge on you for deserting him, he who could have saved our world from the impurities which are now rife in it. Finally now I can have the pleasure of making you suffer while I watch," Evil Harry walked towards Draco his wand outstretched, "Your time is over."

Draco laughed shortly, "You have no power here. Honestly will you ever learn? Friendship and love have always been your greatest enemies - it is good to see death hasn't changed that."

With that Draco held up his wand: "Relinquo".

The spell hit Harry in the heart, making him crumple and fall to the ground. Draco stood cautiously, to see if his spell had worked. He hadn't had much practise with weird evil memory things that took over people, funnily enough. A small groan escaped Harry's lips, at that Draco ran to him.

"Harry?"

"The one and only."

Draco gave a laugh of relief, "You had me worried there."

"That's the second time you've saved my life."

Draco looked uncomfortable, "Its nothing man, seriously." He said with a shrug.

Harry moved to say something else but Draco brushed him off, holding out his hand. Harry took it and he stood up slowly, shaking. I guess that's what being inhabited by Voldemort does to you.

"You good?"

Harry could tell that Draco was eager to move on to the next obstacle, and so was he. The quickest they moved the sooner they would get Hermione back. Then he could go back to his normal life. Smiling, he nodded and the two of them walked slowly towards the wooden door.

"I'll go first." Said Draco over his shoulder.

Normally Harry would have argued with him over that but the previous moment in the cavern had shown him that Draco was stronger than him. Admitting that to himself was hard, but it was true.

The door was locked but was easily opened after a quick "Alohomora".

Harry frowned, "That was easy."

"I guess he didn't think that anyone would get through that bit. I'm not complaining."

The door swung creaked slowly open