Here is chapter one! I hope you like it!

Three ye

ars later

Harry's muscles felt weak as he slowly trudged after the dementor. It felt like a lifetime since Harry and walked properly and his legs felt sore and tired. He nervously ran a shaky, dirty hand through his shaggy hair. 'Who would come to visit me?' he wondered. No one had visited him in the three years he had been at Azkaban, so why now?

The dementor stopped outside a large metal door, turning to Harry. He cowered slightly as the black creature that had always been Harry's greatest fear, leant in. Before Harry could take a step back, the dementor turned and fled the way they had just come.

With a sigh of relief, Harry examined the door before him. He reached out but before he could take hold of the handle, a voice spoke out from behind him.

'Having a good morning, Mr. Potter?'

Harry smirked. 'I wouldn't know. I don't really keep track of the days and nights.'

'Mmmhmm. Sorry to be rude but I am not here to discuss such pleasantries with you today.'

'Or ever,' Harry mumbled under his breath.

The dark figure stepped closer to Harry, revealing himself in the dim light. Harry could clearly make out the long sharp face of a tall, broad shouldered Auror, who had been one of the many at his trial three years ago.

'Right Potter, you have one hour in there so no tricks.'

Harry smirked at the demand. 'Me? Tricks? Well I never-'

A large fist collided with his face, knocking him back against the wall. 'Listen to me Potter! I want no funny business from you OK?'

A hand wrapped around Harry's throat and held him in a death grip.

'Oh yes cause I'm I real joker.' Harry chocked.

Harry's head was slammed against the wall and the hand around his neck seemed to tighten. 'I mean it Potter! No FUNNY BUISNESS!'

Pushing Harry to the side, the Auror unlocked the door to his right, and stepped back to let Harry in.

Before the door was shut behind Harry, he heard a low voice at his ear. 'Remember Potter, I'm watching you. I have eyes everywhere.'

Harry gave a low, gruff, chuckle but stopped when he saw who it was that had come to 'visit' him. 'Hmm, more like torture' he thought.

'Oh, Potter, you worse than the last time I saw you, and that's saying something!'

'Yep, defiantly torture.'

'Hello to you too, Malfoy.' As Harry slumped down into the seat opposite the blonde, he noticed the black briefcase sitting down by Malfoy's feet.

'By God, what have you done to your face?'

'What would you expect from someone, after being here for three years? So, just cut the shit, Malfoy.' Harry tried not to sound angry but Draco knew just how to get on his nerves.

Now Draco laughed, his light hair shaking slightly.

'Why are you here Malfoy?'

The blonde seemed to think about his answer before giving it. 'I don't believe that you're guilty.'

'Oh, well that sure is a comfort.'

'I know what my father did.'

Harry stared at him and shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. The image of the Death Eaters surrounding him, manipulating his body and mind sent a shiver through him.

'And I can get you out.' This last bit was so quite, Harry was almost sure he had imagined it.

'You, you can get me out?' Harry asked quietly.

Draco looked at him for a few moments, and then nodded.

Silence. Neither of them spoke. Nothing. Malfoy was about to lean over the table to slap the boy, to make sure he hadn't died on him, when green eyes were suddenly on him.

'Why didn't you come BEFORE?'

'Now, now Potter, calm down. Oh now I can see what they mean by insane.'

'What? Insane? What do you mean?'

Draco leant down and lifted the briefcase to the table. On opening it, the lifted out two sheets of paper. He held one up to his face.

'Hmm, let's see here. Oh yes.' He coughed to clear his throat, before reading aloud. 'Harry James Potter-

Physical Health- Underweight, malnourished.

Mental Health- Rarely speaks, screams at random intervals. Slight insanity.'

'How lovely.' Harry muttered

'Quite'

'If only they knew', thought Harry. Voldemort and Harry's connection seemed to have become stronger since the incidence in the Ministry of Magic at the end of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts when Sirius had died. He was frequently woken from his dreams by pains from the scar on his forehead. Sometimes, they were so unbearable that Harry's screams could be heard from three floors below.

'So, what? Did you just come to see me to tell me what I already know and that I am going completely loopy?'

'As much as I would like to, that is not why I came here today. I am here to do business with you.'

Putting the first piece of paper to the side, Draco slid another in front of Harry.

'What's this?'

'A letter.'

'Why thank you for clearing that up for me. I would never have guessed that this is indeed, a letter. Very kind of you to point that out to me.' Harry spat.

'Read it Potter. Oh well that is if you still can. I don't know if you are still capable of doing such mundane tasks.'

'Oh how delightful.' Harry smiled sarcastically.

'Really Potter, sarcasm doesn't suit you.'

Harry sighed before looking down at the letter. Draco watched as Harry read it once, then again, taking in the words on the page. Then he looked up.

'You want my money' Harry stated.

'Well, not me exactly, the Ministry does. I'm just here to get you to sign, therefore allowing the Ministry to use a portion of your money to help at the hospitals. We need money to help develop new equipment and seeing as you are not using your money, we thought that you might like to donate. It is really a rather common occurrence. Numerous prisoners with life sentences are asked if they would allow the ministry to use their money for good causes. You are one of many.'

Harry read the letter again, and the held out his hand. 'Quill?'

Draco smirked, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a black feathered quill. Harry took hold of it and twirled it in his fingers. It had been a long time since he had been allowed to use a quill but it felt good in his grasp.

Dipping it into the ink Draco had supplied, he put the nib to the paper. Harry slowly scrawled his signature. It was a bit shaky and the ink splodges at the end were enough to show his lack of practice.

'There.' Harry slid the letter across the table towards Draco. 'Now what?'

'Well, I think I should be on my way.'

Draco stood, lifting his briefcase and turned to the door.

'Hey, wait! You said you could help me!'

Sighing, Draco turned back to the table and reached into his robe pocket again. Then he placed the item down in front of Harry.

It was a pebble.

'Thanks. I really needed another pebble to add to my rock collection.'

Draco gave Harry a withering look, and then examined his watch. 'It will activate in roughly ten hours at exactly nine pm. Be Ready Potter.'

'Be ready for what? What is this?' he cried, pointing to the pebble. 'It's just some rock!'

'Ever heard of a Portkey, Potter?' He hissed and with that, Draco Malfoy left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Picking up the pebble Harry grinned. 'A portkey? Hmm, maybe Malfoy isn't a complete idiot.'

Harry was about to leave the room when he noticed the piece of paper on the table. Harry furrowed his brow when he realised that it was the Ministry letter. 'OK, maybe Malfoy is that stupid after all.'

Then a thought struck him. This was no mistake. This was all part of Malfoy's plan. His plan to get Harry out. To help him.

Harry just hoped that it would work.

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Just to let you all know, Ginny won't be in the story untill later.