The turning of a Malfoy
Draco Lay bleeding from his mouth, His Two body guards, Ran and left him lie there. Harry picked him and put him in the seat across from himself and Hermione. A quick epsky fixed Draco's Tung. Harry put him in a body bind and woke him up. "All Right Draco, we are going to talk."
Draco with his typical look of disgust. "What would you have to say Potter, your nothing but a Blood traitor!" Harry laughed. "Am I now! You and your father follow a half blood...you kiss the hem of his robes. Do you know Voldemorts real name?"
Draco Paled, "I..its Voldemort."
Harry Laughed again. "No Draco...that is a name he made up...His name Is Tom Marvolo Riddle. The son of Merope Guant, The son of a muggle she Raped using a love potion, He is not a Lord of any thing. I swear on my magic this is true!" Harry then lit his wand to prove he was telling the truth.
Draco looked as if he were going to be sick. Harry continued. "I defeated him at 15 months old, the fools that continue to follow him will be defeated.
Let me ask you Draco, do you want to be on the winning side?" Harry waited.
Draco looked at the floor. "My father said the dark lord will win in the end." Harry smiled. "Think a minute Draco, the supposed Dark Lord couldn't defeat a baby...A BABY! Do you want to follow a baby killer?" Harry waited. Draco looked at his shoes. "I never thought about it. No I don't want my name going down like that." Harry smiled. "Then join us...lets stop all the blood nonsense, and build a better world for every one...true power comes from love Draco. Hate divides us and That dark fool would destroy everything we love."
Draco looked up. "What about my parents, my family, My Name?
Harry smiled. "Didn't your father tell you a Malfoy Bows to no one?"
Draco for the first time in his life realized he was bowing to a dark death. "Yes...He did.
Harry looked him in the eye...green eyes blazing with power. "Then stand proud with us, and usher in a new world...where love is the center not hate and Bigotry...Where we can all stand and be one Muggle born, Half or pure blood will mean nothing. Being magical and doing what is right...If your parents won't see it. Send me an owl, We will do it together.
We need you!