A/N I am soooo sorry that it took me this long to update! I was really busy with studying for the SAT and everything... And I've had a lack of inspiration for almost all of my fanfiction... :(

Well, I hope that you guys like this, and please leave comments if you have any. Enjoy!

"Narcissa! The Dark Lord is going to come back! What do you think will happen to our son when his friendship with Harry Potter is revealed?" Lucius Malfoy said fiercely, calm composure gone as he shook his wife.

The blond woman wrenched herself from her husband's grip. "Lucius, I love you, and I supported your decision to take the Dark Mark. Why can't you support your son in his decision?"

"What does he know? He—" Lucius began.

Narcissa cut him off. "—knows the Dark Lord is still out there somewhere." She stepped forward, eyes blazing with motherly love and protectiveness. "Can't you see there's something he's hiding from us? He did tell us in the beginning that Harry Potter uses wandless magic. Lucius, even the Dark Lord didn't start out with wandless magic."

"Harry Potter might be powerful, but what can Draco and his other friends do against Death Eaters? They'll be destroyed."

The woman sat delicately into a sofa chair. "Really? I don't think Draco and his other friends will be helpless against Death Eaters. Ron Weasley helped Harry Potter fight against Quirrel, remember?"

"Are you suggesting that Potter somehow taught them wandless magic?" Lucius demanded, taking a seat as well. He gripped his cane in agitation. Despite his affiliations, his family took top priority; he loved his wife and his son above all other things.

Narcissa smiled softly, and Lucius remembered how much love he had for his beautiful wife. "It wouldn't hurt to visit Draco, would it?"

Sirius and Draco sat across from Harry, who frowned at the books in front of him. "This doesn't make any sense! How can one person gain so many Wizengamot seats? Isn't there a limit on how many seats one person can have?"

"Well," Sirius began, "that's the problem. Families that are either just Ancient or just Noble only have one seat, while Ancient and Noble Houses have two seats. However, with how interrelated the Wizarding world is, a single person can have as many seats as they inherit. You've inherited at least four seats, Harry."

"Wait, what? How? The House of Potter has two… What other family?" Harry asked, completely puzzled.

"The Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin," Draco answered. "Your victory over Voldemort, who was the Heir of Slytherin, gave you his seats. Well, it wasn't like he used them anyway."

"And if I had died in Azkaban," Sirius said morbidly, "you would have inherited the two seats of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black." He looked pensive for a moment. "We could always go to Gringotts to check your family tree to see which other Houses' seats you might have inherited. A lot of pureblood families were killed off in the first war against Voldemort."

"That gives so much power to one individual though!" Harry exclaimed, frowning in disgust.

Before Sirius or Draco could agree, Dumbledore entered the Sanctuary, eyes twinkling. "Mr. Malfoy, your parents request to see you."

Draco looked up, surprised. "Oh. Okay…" He got up from the comfy armchair and followed the Headmaster to his office. "Do you have any idea why they would be here?" he asked the elderly man curiously.

"I was hoping you knew," Dumbledore admitted. "But it doesn't seem that they want to transfer you to Durmstrang or anything of the sort."

Draco snorted, slightly apprehensive. He had decided on what side he would take, and transferring to Durmstrang would hinder his plans.

"Mother? Father?"

Narcissa and Lucius turned to face their son. "Headmaster, may we talk with Draco alone?" Lucius asked, voice polite yet cold.

Dumbledore nodded benevolently. "Of course! I will be outside."

Once the Headmaster had left the room, the two adults turned to Draco. "Mother, Father, are you here to discuss my loyalties?"

Lucius looked contrite, slightly apologetic at his son's obvious hurt at their distrust. "I'm sorry, Draco, for not trusting and supporting you, but you must understand that the Dark Lord is not a joke-"

"I know, okay? Harry and Ron faced Quirrel last year, and I know the stories of the war," Draco said in exasperation.

"Yet you still choose a twelve-year old child over the Dark Lord?" his father demanded in disbelief.

Draco sighed. "Harry has Albus Dumbledore's backing, Father, and that's not even the main reason why I chose him."

Narcissa laid a hand gently on her son's arm. "Draco, can you tell us why you chose Harry? For our sake?"

Suddenly uncertain of whether or not he should tell his parents, Draco hesitated. "Well… you remember Harry's wandless magic right?"

Lucius's grey eyes became sharp and calculating, wondering if his wife had guessed correctly. "Yes, I remember. Why do you ask?"

Draco took a deep breath. And then told them.

"Harry has been teaching us how to use wandless magic as well."

A relieved smile spread over Narcissa's beautiful face. "Thank Merlin," she breathed, grateful that her instinct had been right.

Lucius blinked, once, then twice. "What can you do so far?" he asked with badly feigned calmness.

"I use a wandless magic called Requip, and it allows me to switch into these special armor. I only have three so far in my collection: the Death Scythe, the Wind Slicer and the Blade of Existence," Draco told them, staring at them with wide and open eyes, willing them to see that he was not helpless. "See? Like this: Requip! Death Scythe!" He glowed, and then reappeared with his Death Scythe regalia on.

Lucius and Narcissa stared, stupefied. "And the rest of your friends? The Weasley boys, the Granger girl… All of them are like this?"

"Well, they have different types of wandless magic, but yeah," Draco confirmed. He spread out his hands. "We're not weak. Harry is not weak. Voldemort is just but one of many obstacles, and we will overcome them all, together. Mother, Father, you don't—no, can't understand, because you haven't seen what we've seen. There's so much more to what is here."

Suddenly, the two older Malfoys realized that the feeling that they felt was probably what Muggleborns felt when they were first introduced to the Wizarding World; they were utterly overwhelmed, and everything suddenly felt too big to grasp firmly.

Draco looked imploringly at them. "Please, trust me on this."

"What are your plans? What do you intend to do?" Lucius asked, hoping their son would give them some insight on what Potter had in store for the future, to soothe their worries and uncertainties. Narcissa just looked on, suddenly terrified that their son would leave them for a place where they could not follow.

"Well, we're just training at the moment, since we desperately need experience," Draco said, his explanation short and simple. He was not sure if his parents would back him in this decision, and did not want to take any risks that would compromise their possibility of success.

Narcissa placed a pale hand on her son's cheek. "Draco, we would never betray your secrets. We will stand behind for this."

Lucius sighed, looking slightly pained, but said, "I promise you that the Noble House of Malfoy will stand with the Ancient and Noble House Potter. I'll send an allegiance ring when we get home."

Draco's eyes widened. "Wait, but, what about—"

"Draco, I might've sided with the Dark Lord in the previous war, but you are still the most important. All of my doubts about Potter and your choices were because I want you to be safe," Lucius confessed in a low voice. "All I care about are you and Narcissa."

Suddenly blinking tears out of his eyes, Draco tried to push down the lump in his throat. He swallowed. "We're currently educating Harry about politics, because we need to expand his political influence. After this Chamber of Secrets fiasco blows over, Harry's going to really start executing his plans." Draco smiled proudly. "He doesn't just want to defeat Voldemort when he comes back. Harry wants to reform the entirety of the Wizarding World, and maybe even the whole world itself. No more blatant discrimination against muggleborns, no more corrupted Ministry, no more breeding grounds for Dark Lords."

Narcissa's eyes widened. "That will be difficult to do."

"Harry will be able to do it. We'll gather a base of supporters, and after a war with Voldemort, it'll be easy enough to put forth our plans in a world struggling to reconstruct itself. Harry already has quite a bit of influence, being the Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, and the Boy-Who-Lived. There's Sirius Black, the Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. And then, there's us, the Noble House of Malfoy. Each of us have a large amount of political clout," Draco listed. "And Blaise Zabini and some others have already started to show interest in supporting us, depending on what our next moves are.

"What about the coming war? It's inevitable, and it won't be pretty. It'll be gruesome, scarring and destructive," Lucius warned, remembering the last war. "Blood will be shed, and people will die."

Draco looked down, and Narcissa felt her heart clench. Her son was only twelve. He shouldn't have to worry about an inevitable war where death was arbitrary and sorrow was imminent.

"We probably have plans for the war, but… I think we all have some romanticized version of war in our heads, as if it was about glory and fame." Draco sighed. "I know it's not about glory, but we haven't been through war, and we don't know how it's like." He looked up at his parents, eyes wide and uncertain. "Even so, I'll stick with Harry till the end, no matter what."

"Oh, you're back, Draco! What'd your parents want?" Ron asked, looking up from a game of go against Slytherin. The new strategy game that originated in China was a lot more complicated than chess, so for once in his life, Ron was struggling to win.

"Oh, they wanted to know why I chose Harry over Voldemort." Draco glanced at Harry with uncertainty as he sat on an empty sofa chair. "Is it okay that I told them about Earthland magic?"

Harry looked up from the book he was reading about politics. "Wait, you told them about Earthland?"

"Oh, no, not Earthland, just our magic," Draco hurriedly corrected Harry. "They were really accepting of it…" Draco sighed happily, chest warm with the knowledge that his father and mother loved him so unconditionally. "Father even agreed to officially become an ally of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. He's going to send you an allegiance ring, probably tomorrow."

Harry blinked. "Allegiance ring? Is that another political thing that I have not yet read about?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Draco said, nodding. "It signifies that the Noble House of Malfoy will protect the interests of the House of Potter like we would our own interests, and if anyone attacked you in anyway, we would respond as if we were also attacked."

"Wow, your father agreed to that? As the Boy-Who-Lived, I'll probably get a lot of attention, good and bad, so it'll be troublesome," Harry warned Draco, who just smiled.

Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Just accept it. Right now is a bad time, so we'll need all the allies we can have. Almost the entire school either believes the rumour that Harry is the Heir, or they're just too scared of what's happening to care about what's really the truth. The few people with common sense keep quiet because that's the smart thing to do. The Noble House of Malfoy might not be so prestigious that it's also Ancient, but it has a lot of political power and Lucius Malfoy has a lot of influence in the Ministry."

"How do you know all this?" Fred asked, astounded by the extent of Hermione's knowledge. "No offense intended, but you're a muggleborn!"

The only girl in the group sniffed. "I read of course."

Harry sweatdropped, suddenly feeling a bit inferior to Hermione's desire for knowledge. "Then I sure have to start reading more, especially if we want to really pursue our goals."

Slytherin nodded in agreement. "A true Slytherin controls the picture from the shadows, subtly influencing the atmosphere and power plays. A true Slytherin is never obviously there for everyone to see. And the way to do that is through the government and politics."

Harry and Draco nodded, mentally documenting this piece of wisdom from Salazar Slytherin.

"So, who can't wait for the holidays and finally being able to go back to Earthland?" Fred asked, grinning.

Hermione squealed. "I can't wait for the wedding! Alzack and Bisca are such a cute couple!"

"And we'll have to tell them that we can't spend the entire year with them; just the summer," Harry noted. He sighed. "This is so complicated…"

Sirius laughed, relaxing into the couch. "This is amazing. Prongs, Moony and I never had such resolve and ambition like this. Only in our wildest dreams could we have been part of something so big."

The tension drained from Draco's shoulders, and he smiled along with the rest of his friends. This is amazing.