The Hidden Order

by LoonyLunaLover

Disclaimer: This is a re-write (a much more mature one I'd say) of my original story of 'The Best of the Worst'. Expect updates every four days or so, considering I work full time and go to school. I do not own any of the characters in the Harry Potter series, though the OOC ones are my own creations. I do hope you enjoy (:

Excitement was never a feeling Draco experienced before the start of term. Usually it was a mixture of slight dread and major relief. This year, the pale boy was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. Perhaps it was the fact that it was raining and he was in his pure element, or maybe it was the people that he was going to see tomorrow but either way, he almost had a glow around him as he sat outside. The rain was soaking his clothes and into his skin, and his mind slipped into a sense of peace.

"Draco! Darling, why are you outside in this weather!" a high-pitched voice called from the house.

His mother.

Narcissa Malfoy was a mystery to everyone, including her own son. Sometimes she appeared to be a loyal submissive wife, catering to her husband's every need and following the Dark Lord. At other moments however, she showed that deep inside of her was a woman with her own views who cared deeply for her son and would do anything to save him.

"Nothing mother. Was practicing Quidditch and got caught outside." he shouted back, turning around to face her.

She tutted and waved her hands towards him. "Well come in the house. Your father wishes to speak to you in his study before you leave for school." He groaned, dragging his feet as he headed over to her. It had taken Draco a quite a few years, beatings and four very special people to realize something.

He absolutely hated his father. More than anything in this world. At first he followed along because he saw how powerful his father was, how well respected. Now, all he saw was a monster. Standing outside the study, he grasped the small necklace round his neck, focusing on Kaycie, hoping she could sense his nerves. It took a moment, but his chest was suddenly filled with a warm feeling from the pendant, and he knocked.

"Enter" His father was sitting at a desk, Death Eater robes hanging in the corner and some Dark Magic book opened on his desk. Draco watched as his father waved his wand, a small spider on the desk writhing and flopping around before collapsing, dead. "Draco. Now that you've accepted your Dark Mark…" Draco rubbed his forearm instinctively, thankful for his long sleeves. "It is time for you to serve the Dark Lord. Over Christmas break you will start coming on muggle raids with us."

"But father…" Draco tried to interrupt. The next thing he knew he was in absolute pain. Grasping his necklace, he closed his eyes and waited for it to stop, this time feeling a cool worry fill his chest.

"No buts. The Dark Lord plans on taking over the Hogwarts Castle by Spring and we need to collect more members and show those pathetic mudbloods and blood-traitors that we need business. The Dark Lord asked specifically for you to keep an eye on Potter and report back anything suspicious we find."

Draco nodded, as the pendant turned ice cold on his chest. "Yes Father." His heart was racing and he felt sick. He just wanted to get out, leave, run away and never returned. With a swift wave of his hand, his father ushered him out, and Draco managed to keep his cool until he got outside.

He ran back to his room, breathing heavily and slamming the door behind him. A wave of relief washed over him as a small wispy fox ran over and nudged his legs. Kaycie's patronus. Moments later her voice filled the room.

"Draco, are you alright? I felt you, in my pendant. I'm worried, please respond. I'll be showing up and raising hell if you don't respond soon."

Sliding against the door Draco laughed as the fox disappeared. He had to make himself believe everything would be alright. It just had to be. Breathing in deeply, he sent a short response message, assuring her he was okay and he would see her tomorrow. Tucking himself into bed he watched as a hawk shot out of his wand and away into the night sky.

Tomorrow. He thought, right before he fell asleep. Tomorrow.

And tomorrow did arrive. Five tired, but very excited souls leapt out of bed, ready to start their journey. Bags were packed, animals placed into cages and port keys made ready.

Draco was the first to arrive at Platform 9 3/4. His mother kissed his cheek, saying goodbye while his father stiffly shook his hand. Then they were gone. A huge weight felt like it was lifted off of him, as he proudly pinned the Head Boy badge onto his chest. Warmth filled the pendant around his neck as his family sent messages of excitement and nerves. Turning to the side he saw the Golden Trio walking towards them, with the Weaslette practically attached at the hip to Potter.

"Isn't this touching?" He smirked, sarcasm dripping off of every word. "The Golden Trio back again. Surprised your family could afford it again this year, Weasel. Then again with all of Scarface's gold, and you always kissing his…"

Ron lunged forward as if to smack him, yet Hermione held him back. "Back off Death Eater."

Ouch. That one hurt. Half of him wanted to explode at Weasley, tell him he wasn't but he simply retained his cool. "Watch it. I'm Head Boy. Better behave or I'll take away points."

"Malfoy, I'm Head Girl. I could return those points and report you for abuse of power." Hermione's eyes glinted dangerously, motioning towards her own badge. Draco stared at her for a moment, eyebrow raised as his lips slid into a smirk again. Oh this year would be fun. He couldn't wait to see her face when she found out how powerful he was.

"Whatever. Don't want to miss the train. Later Pothead, Weaselbee… Mudblood" Draco bid them goodbye, noting out of the corner of his eye that Weasley tried to lunge at him again. He did however, feel a searing hot pain on his chest, and nearly slammed into Damien.

The tall Russian boy crossed his arms and pulled him into a corner where no one could see them. "You are so lucky that it was I who heard that word and not Kaycie. Do you know how hurt she could have been?" Draco blanched slightly, feeling guilty. "I know it's habit, but you do need to watch your habits."

Draco nodded. "I know, I know. Don't worry. I'll fix things… But hey, welcome. It's good to see you again" And with that, broad smiles broke out on both the boys faces as they shook hands. They were extremely happy to see each other, and neither could really hide it.

Walking out of the shadows, the two discussed their summers quietly, unaware of the eyes that were following them. A pair of chocolate brown eyes, more specifically.

Hermione Granger stared curiously at the two, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers. She couldn't believe HE was made Head Boy. How did Dumbledore even let that happen? Her eyes wandered over to the other boy. He was tall, obviously foreign and slightly reminded her of Viktor. On first glance he seemed cold, but there was a certain light behind his eyes that exuded kindness as well. "Guys, who's that with Malfoy?" she asked the others pointing to Damien. Ron shrugged, but Harry stepped forward.

"Rumor around the order is that Dumbledore is bringing in four foreign exchange students. Don't know why, however that one can't be good considering he's so chummy with the Ferret."

Damien knew Granger was staring at him, so he turned towards her and raised an eyebrow, cool look never leaving his face. Turning back to Draco, his face picked up on the blonde boy's smirk. "She's terribly pretty for an 'm-word'." The blonde boy's face flushed but before he could argue, Damien's eyes jerked right. "And it seems Lucas and Gerard have found their niche"

As Draco and Damien boarded the train he could clearly see it was true.

"I swear the shark would have eaten me alive if I hadn't been so quick with my fist." Lucas rattled off to a group of younger girls, who fawned over him very easily. Gerard laughed and murmured something in French, to which a few of the ladies giggled.

Grabbing the boys arm, the young Frenchman sent a wink towards the gaggle. "If you excuse us ladies, we must be getting on the train. Wouldn't want to miss it, hmm?" With that the two leapt onto the train. Yet there was still a member missing.

A small redheaded girl stood in the shadow of the huge train, fiddling her wand slightly and biting her lip. She hadn't been this nervous in forever. Grasping the pendant she sent her nervous energy to Damien, and within moments felt his comfort. He would protect her. Taking a deep breath, she placed on her most confident face and walked up. Immediately she felt eyes on her, and slapped the cool look on her face (Draco had taught it to her to use when she didn't want people seeing her true emotions) and walked forward. She attempted to lift her trunk up onto the train, yet realized it was too heavy. After struggling for a moment, it suddenly got lighter as another pair of hands helped her lift it on.

Turning around she was faced with a gorgeous pair of blue eyes, which widened slightly at hers. "Thank you." she said to him, playing with a strand of her hair, which had been tamed into pretty long red waves. He seemed taken aback with her accent first, then grinned.

"Anything for a gorgeous lady like yourself. You're new here. I'm Blaise. Blaise Zabini." he said extending his hand.

A smile curved onto her lips, and she glanced into his eyes. Looks like the Guardian was right about her…power. "Kaycie Summers." She shook his hand, and smirked. He offered to escort her onto the train and she accepted, walking through the platform together, extremely aware of everyone staring. Staring straight ahead, her face formed a somewhat indifferent look, with only a hint of a smile.

"That's the new girl! I heard her speak, she's American." Seamus whispered, rushing over to the group of Gryffindors, including the Golden Trio.

Watching her board the train, Fred grinned cheekily and nudged his twin. "And she is fine."

It seemed like many of the males on the platform were thinking the same thing. Even Harry was staring curiously at her. At this Ginny glared and smacked her brother. "Everyone focus. She's clearly friends with Zabini, known son of a death eater. We can't trust her." She tried to curl up on Harry's arm, but he had already turned away.

Hermione's mind was in another place, torn between the strange Russian boy, the two other foreign boys, and the new girl. She had no reason to trust any of them, yet something in her was drawn to the Russian. He seemed…kind. The other two gave similar, but less strong vibes. The girl however, well Hermione didn't know what to think. She came off as indifferent, yet something about her attracted most people, men specifically. Perhaps she was half veela.

Her mind was jolted out when Ron bumped into her and told her that it was time to board the train. She followed him, smiling quietly, ready for another year at Hogwarts.

Kaycie sat in a compartment alone, nose buried in a book, waiting patiently. They all agreed to meet twenty minutes into the train ride, to spend the time together. Needless to say she was excited. Her watch read eighteen minutes after, yet from outside her window, she saw a flash of brown hair.

Her arms were around Damien before the compartment door was even fully opened. "Damien!" she cried happily. He hugged her tightly, rubbing her hair playfully.

"I missed you little one"

They sat down together, sharing stories about their summer. It wasn't long before Gerard and Lucas joined them. Like Damien, Kaycie leapt at them. They were greeted with hugs and kisses, and a very firm handshake from Damien. Stupid smiles filled the compartment, and there was an energy that filled the room. Everyone had started settling in, when Lucas noticed that Draco was missing.

"Guys, where's Dra…" But before he could even finish his statement, the blonde boy charged through the door. "co!"

Glancing around the room, his eyes immediately landed on Kaycie. Before she was even fully standing, he had her in a tight embrace, feeling the familiar warm happy feeling building in his chest. "I missed you so much!" she whispered to him. He pulled away and gave her cheek a quick peck, nodding in agreement.

Pulling apart, he pulled Damien into a manly sort of hug, then Gerard and finally Lucas. They all settled onto the floor, not even bothering sitting in the seats. Using wandless magic, they shut the blinds and locked the door so they could have privacy. Kaycie leant her head on Gerard's shoulder, sighing happily and relaxing for a moment. That was of course before the trolly came and they absolutely splurged on buying as many sweets as they could. They then spent the next two hours laughing and sharing stories, simply enjoying the family that they hadn't seen in so long.

When they arrived at Hogwarts, Damien elected to stay with Kaycie so that she wouldn't be alone. Thankfully, a half-giant by the name of Hagrid had told them when they all arrived, that they were to ride together. With a swift goodbye to Draco, the four boarded the carriage.

As everyone settled into the Great Hall, the four foreigners stood back. Hundred's of eyes were upon them, and Kaycie whisperer something to Damien quickly, before turning back to look at the Head Table.

Hermione had noticed and nudged Ginny, pointing. "See what did I tell you. Up to no good!" the younger girl said, huffing.

"I don't know Ginny. She just seems…anti-social and a bit arrogant. Like she doesn't want to be seen with people lesser than her." Hermione replied, shrugging to the other two boys who were listening. Harry's eyes kept dragging over to the girl, almost thoughtfully. Thankfully Dumbledore appeared, and the hall was immediately silent.

The four foreign students had to contain their gasps as a younger looking version of their Guardian appeared. Kaycie and Lucas had to stifle a laugh.

"Welcome students to another year at Hogwarts, We are all happy to have you return especially in the lieu of dark times. The ministry has forbidden me from discussing this, but as you all know Voldemort has indeed return." The older man spoke, commanding the room. "However we will do all we can to protect you and together, we will defeat the dark lord. Together we stand strong. Now to start the ceremonies, I would like to introduce your Heads. Head Boy, Draco Malfoy." Draco stood up and the green clad table erupted into cheers. The four students in the back clapped quietly, though some were a bit more enthusiastic. "And Miss Hermione Granger as Head Girl" Screams from Gryffindor filled the room"

"Now as many of you noticed, we have some new students. They have been brought here as seventh years to work on interpersonal and foreign welcome them and treat them with respect and kindness. Now in Hogwarts tradition, let the sorting begin!"

The first years were sorted, everyone clapping respectfully as each child was sorted into the houses. Then it was time for the older students. A nervous energy filled the air, and Kaycie bit her lip anxiously.

"Gerard Chevalier!" Professor McGonagall called out. The boy walked up and the hat was placed on his head. After a moment, it made it's decision.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaws erupted in cheers and he quickly went down to join them, tie swirling blue and silver. They welcomed him happily, especially the females. Everything quieted down as the next name was called. "Lucas Danbury" In his usual manner he walked confidently up there, winking playfully at a few of the females before taking his seat. The hat was placed on his head and once again it shouted, "RAVENCLAW!" Another insane round of cheers from the Ravenclaws as he joined Gerard happily.

"Damien Jelaniye"

At this point, Draco was nervous. He wanted Damien and Kaycie in his house, and in his opinion, there was no other place they belonged. He'd event sent Kaycie a bunch of Slytherin things, included emerald bedsheets, which he knew she slept with every night. He was so wrapped up in his nerves he barely heard the Sorting Hat cry "SLYTHERIN". He cheered especially loudly, as the Russian boy sat next to him.

Kaycie was last and Damien didn't know whether the nervous energy was coming from him, Draco or the girl herself. Either way, he gripped his knee, holding his breath as her name was called.

She was having trouble breathing as she sat down on the stool. Slytherin. That was the house Draco was in and Damien and hopefully soon, her. Her excitement built as she thought of spending all the time with her boys, her family. After a second or two, she felt the hat brim open.

"GRYFFINDOR"

Kaycie stood up excitedly, and for a moment, didn't even realize that the hat hadn't called Slytherin. Then it hit her and her heart dropped, a small frown growing on her lips. Her face drained of all color for a split second, barely noticeable, before it turned absolutely indifferent. The Gryffindor males erupted in cheers, and thankfully, almost no one had noticed her mood. Making her way over she sat down at the end of the table and glanced down at her plate.

"Now students, Tuck in!" Dumbledore announced, as everyone began to feast. Many of the Gryffindors kept looking at the girl at the end of the table, who seemed to be ignoring all of them. Inside her heart was breaking. She grasped her pendant, meeting the eyes of her Slytherin brothers.

Draco glanced at Damien, who he knew was feeling Kaycie's pain as well. She was a Gryffindor. She was a bloody Gryffindor. He grasped his own necklace and looked up at her, shooting her a supportive smile. This year just got a whole lot more interesting.

And now the Hogwarts fun begins! Let's see what happens :)

-Smooches! LL