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Draco POV

-In the Mountains-

Looking up at the sky brings back memories of happier days. Memories of my mother and father actually acting like my parents, not my mentors.

I used to love coming to the mountains with my family. It was always incredibly beautiful. We stayed in a cabin we owned, the same cabin I was standing outside right now. The cabin is medium sized but was extremely luxurious, staying true to the Malfoy Creed.

It was because the cabin I'm standing outside now is nothing more than a shadow of its former self. The trees of the mountain had claimed it as one of there own. All of the windows were smashed, the paint had long been chipped away. If only my mother and father could see their "Luxurious" cabin now.

Hell maybe they have, no one has seen them since they've escaped arrest at the final battle.

I take one deep breath. Time to get to work.

Walking through the house was a surreal experience. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't. The house was a complete disaster. On the first floor, the furniture was ripped to shreds, there was branches and leaves all over the ground. In some rooms there was even dead animal corpses on the floor. The second floor was the same story. As I continued to walk through the house memories kept coming back to me. Memories of me having my fourth birthday here. My father letting me play with his wand, me casting some of my very first spells. Or of my fifth birthday, my parents got me my very first broomstick, my mother showing me how to play Quidditch. Looking back its hard to believe that after that they completely changed.

I'm brought out of my thoughts as I feel tears run down my face. Wiping my face, I keep it moving there was no point in crying over the past. I walk into the small office located on the second floor. Inside was no different than the rest of the house, no surprise there. What was surprising however, was that the one painting in the room. A painting of my family, had huge gaping holes in it. Almost as if someone had done so on purpose.

"You ever heard of knocking Malfoy?" A voice from behind me asked. I didn't have to look behind me to know that there was a wand pointed directly at my back.

"My house remember, Potter?" I tell him. "I take it this was your doing?" I ask him turning around.

The sight I see as I turn around almost makes me do a double take. The cheerful, kindhearted, some what cocky boy that I grow up with was nowhere to be found. The man in front of me looked like a complete stranger. Potter's usually untidy hair was sticking up at random angles, falling just below his shoulders. It looked liked hadn't shaved in weeks. His face was heavily bearded, it made him look like some type of of mad man. He looked malnourished as well.

I couldn't help be think he looked like Sirius Black.

"Yeah, I thought you guys looked better that way." Potter said, being me back to reality.

"Couldn't agree more." I whispered.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" He demanded. He burned his eyes into mine, keeping his wand trained on me.

I had a million smart ass remarks at the ready but decided not to say anything. After the things that he's went through in the past couple of week, there was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn't kill me. Now wasn't the time to play with him.

"Official Ministry business." I tell him, slowly pulling out my wand. Given our relationship and his current mind state, I know what might happen. "Kingsley personally asked me to talk to you." I see the surprise on his face.

"Why?" Potter questioned. I could understand why he was doubtful, everyone on the planet knew that we hated each other on principle.

"He was worried about you and thought that seeing a familiar face would do you some good. And seeing as the rest of your gang is hold up somewhere in small town America, I was chosen." A small smirk forms on his face.

"You mean make sure I'm not about to do something crazy?" He's as sharp as ever I see.

"That's a part of it." There's no point in lying.

"You can tell Kingsley I'm not up to anything and to stay the hell away from me!" He takes a step toward me so I take one backward. We both have our wands at the ready.

"You think I'm a fool, Potter? There wasn't a time that you weren't planning something. Now how about you just tell me what it is so we can both go about our business."

"No idea what you talking about." Are we really doing this right now? I don't fucking have time for this.

"So you have no plans to kill the band of rogue death eaters, reportedly somewhere in this area?"

"Nope." His face remained still but his eyes gave him away.

"God Dammit Potter! After everything you've been through you still have to play the hero! What do you wish you were dead? What planning on going in guns blazing? God damn, do you want to be reunited with Ginny that bad?" I screamed at him. Its unbelievable that after literally cheating death TWICE that he's willingly throwing himself back into the fray.

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY HER NAME!" I barely manged to block the series of stuns he sent my way.

"IF HER NAME EVER LEAVES YOU MOUTH AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU!"

I could physically feel the air around me begin to crack from his anger. I know pushing him isn't the smartest thing right now but fuck it I'm angry too.

"Why not Potter? Someone has to remind you what you fought for!" I scream the words at him.

"Stop!" There was no longer only anger in his voice. That was there too no doubt about it but there was also sadness. Like he was begging me to stop. I not going to tho, no he needs to here this.

"You do remember what you fought for right Potter? You fought for Justice!"

"STOP!" He pleaded again.

"You fought for freedom!"

"I SAID STOP!" He sent another wave of spells at me. These were nowhere near as powerful as the ones before them.

"You fought for your friends, your family!"

"STOP!" Again he pleaded with me.

"You fought for loved one!"

"STOP, PLEASE!" There was tears starting to run down has face.

"You fought for her! You fought for GINNY!" I braced for another wave of spells but they never came. Instead Harry fell to his knees, crying.

"You think I don't know that." Potter said through tears "You don't understand what I went through during the war. You don't understand the lost I experienced, the things I've seen, the things I've done. All I do is think of her. I see Ginny every time I close my eyes." I don't know if he was expecting me to take pity on him or what but I wasn't.

"You think you're the only one who's been through some shit?" I walk right up to him, getting right in his face. "You think you're the only one who done some shit? The only one who seen people die, people killed, people murdered. You're not the only one who was forced to do things, you wish you could forget." I say as I roll up my sleeve on my left arm, revealing the Dark Mark that is forever burned into my flesh. My eyes find the scar on his forehead.

"We both wear battle scars Potter, just like everyone else." He's no longer crying. "I'm bring you back to Kingsley, I don't care if I have to stun you to do so. Do you understand me?"

He stands up and nods his head.

We both spin on the spot. Disappearing with a loud crack.

We both appeared seconds later in Kingsley's office. The sudden appearance of two people caught the Minster by surprise, but he quickly recovered.

"Praise Merlin! Harry it's good to see you!" Kingsley was ecstatic to see Harry. Typical. "Mr. Malfoy thank you for bring him to me. I had faith in you from the very beginning."

"Sure you did, Kingsley." Kingsley only smiled wider.

"I was just in the middle of sending Mrs. Granger a letter. I'll make sure to add that you've returned to us" He returning to his desk to finish writing. We sit in silence as he finishes and gives it to an owl to deliver.

"Now onto business. Harry I know that you been through a lot these last couple of weeks, so I order you to get some much needed rest." Kingsley said to Harry with a warm smile.

"As for you Mr. Malfoy I have work for you to do." Typical. "There is a matter of rogue death eaters to attend to."

"No need to worry. I'll take a group up to the mountains and take care of them." I told him, putting my wand back into my pocket getting ready to disapparate.

"No need for that. As we speak a group of Aurors are moving into position to take them out. This mission has to do with gathering information on another group of death eaters in Italy."

"Italy?" Why would we be hunting wizards in Italy, when we have problems here at home.

"Our source at the Italian Ministry, tells us that they raided a known death eater hideout. They manged to arrest some of them but most manged to get away. Whats even more disturbing is what they found at the scene was maps of America. Washington to be exact." I realized what he was trying to say immediately. Harry was up on his feet before I could say anything to Kingsley.

"NO!NO!NO!" Harry turned and disappeared on the spot before any of us could stop him.

"Fuck!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, kicking the air around me. Knowing Potter, he just dispparated straight to Italy. Fully prepared to fight the death eaters before they could harm his friends.

"Quickly, where is Hermione now?" I asked Kingsley. I knew she was in Washington but not exactly where.

"Forks, Washington. Why?" asked Kingsley.

"Why do you think?" I yell at him, before turning on the spot and disappearing into nothingness.


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