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Draco was asleep in the room of requirement, when his sleep was disturbed by a voice, insistent, coaxing and penetrating his dreams.

"Draco...Draco."

He stirred and woke, alert because the voice was familiar.

He sleepily sat up, and instinctively ran his hands through his sleep-tussled hair. Glancing around with barely open eyes, he could see his companions in various bunks sleeping deeply. Then he heard the voice again "Draco, go outside... Come to the library... meet me there."

None of the others snoring quietly, so much as shifted in their sleep. The message was clearly being sent through occlumency. 'Mother?' he thought, while searching for her in his mind.

Nothing happened, no response was forthcoming. Draco debated what to do. 'Was I dreaming? Was it real? Should I go to the library?' Deciding he couldn't ignore his mothers voice even if it was a dream, he slipped out of his bunk quietly. Automatically, he pushed his bare feet into his slippers on the floor and reached for the dressing gown hanging by the side of his bed. Carefully; so as not to wake the others, he left in search of his mother.

In the Library Narcissa paced up and down, impatiently waiting for Draco Malfoy. When the door to the library finally opened she spun round to face her son.

"Draco! Come in." She breathed.

Draco entered; closing the door gently he regarded her sullenly.

"How could you? Do you know what you've done to Dad? Do you know what you've done to me?" The questions he fired at her, forcefully demonstrated his anger. However his eyes, although full of rage, still threatened to allow the tears that recently had been all too ready to fall. He blinked angrily, refusing to surrender to the uncomfortable emotions building up.

"Draco, You've done well, your changing... You're protecting those who were once your enemies. I applaud you. Your father is a Death-eater and a coward he deserves no such accolades."

"He is still my father, still your husband. He is no longer a Death-eater. Admittedly, it does not right his wrongs, it is hard to reconcile with the things he's done. He does regret them, at the very least he still deserves honour from his only son, it is after all the only charge a son is given, to honour his father."

"Draco, how ecclesiastical of you, when did you find religion? But I rather think you missed something out? Surely the command is 'honour thy Father and thy Mother, that it may go well with you. Where's my honour?"

Draco remained silent but moved closer to his mother. He reached for her long cold fingers and toyed gently with the rings that graced them.

Narcissa eyed him with amusement.

"You always played with my rings as a little child."

Draco looked up in astonishment.

"Y...you rem-remember?" he stuttered.

Narcissa just smiled. "You're testing me Draco, clever boy.

Draco still held her hand between both of his, but then he raised it to his cheek to feel its familiar caress. As he felt the smooth hand touch his face he closed his eyes. Moving closer to her he leaned towards her.

"I would honour you...if you were my mother." He dropped her hand like it stung and stepped away removing his wand from the pocket of his dressing gown. Pointing the wand directly at Narcissa he said, "Who are you? And where is my mother?"

Narcissa sighed, disappeared and reappeared as the Kitsune.

Draco yelled out in shock, only just managing to not drop his wand.

"How did you know?" The voice sounded strange emanating from the fox it was also no longer Narcissa's voice. Draco didn't recognise it.

"My Mother would allow me into her mind, she had no secrets from me. She taught me how to hide my thoughts from the dark lord. She promised to never hide her own mind from me. You blocked me; you're full of secrets. Did you kill my mother?" Tears fell down his cheeks unbidden and ignored.

The fox spoke." No, your mother is safe; I have her memories and her powers. She will have them back, if you do as I say."

"Are you threatening me, is this blackmail?"

"No Draco, I'm helping you. I personally will not hurt your mother. If you help me we can prevent many people being hurt. I've seen the future, I need to change it, and you are destined to be a hero Draco...if you listen to me."

"How do you expect me to trust you? I don't even know who you are. Did you even want me to believe you were my mother?"

"At first …but it no longer serves my purpose. But believe me, I could wipe your mind clear of doubts right now and implant trust in there...if I wanted too."

"Why don't you then?" He asked suspiciously

"Because you can only be a hero if you're acting with free will and under no compulsion. I'm giving you an opportunity, the opportunity to be a hero. I want you to choose. Let me show you what's going to occur."

Draco was suddenly pulled into the Kitsune's mind, he saw his mother asleep on a bare floor it was dark, unnaturally so. Two other people were asleep close by, they were all in foetal positions, and he couldn't see who they were. From that image he was taken to a place he didn't recognise, black tiled walls shone with the light of spells being cast.

He could see two figures struggling together as curses rebounded. Draco recognised one figure as being a Death-eater. The Death-eater screamed out in pain. Then spat out the words, "Clearly magic still isn't going to take you down."

Draco watched in horror as the Death-eater grabbed Hermione by the neck and slammed her against the tiled wall. Hermione kicked out and thrashed around. Her hand straining and stretching out, searching for a wand she had clearly dropped. Draco tried to help but he was just a spectator, he could change nothing it was like watching muggle television. So he remained, frozen, horrified by the vision before him.

The Death-eater put his large hand under her chin and wrenched her head upwards. Hermione's pale neck was displayed clearly. A tiny droplet of light shone at the hollow of her neck, shining clearly against the pale alabaster of her slender throat. The Death-eater's rough, dirty hands kept away from the light but continued to tug her head upwards stretching her beyond what was tolerable. Draco saw him place his thumb and index finger on the windpipe wrapping his four fingers around the back of her neck. The Dark wizard then increased the pressure pushing his thumb forcefully against her, in a one handed choke hold. She fought and struggled against him, the Death-eater growled at her, and then rammed his knee to her middle, removing the hand grasping her waist he raised it to cover her nose and mouth, and squeezed down. After about thirty seconds of bucking and struggling Hermione's body began to still and she dropped to the floor.

Draco felt a pull to his mind, dragging him back to the library; he collapsed to the floor his head in his hands. Calming his breathing, Draco looked towards the fox that was regarding him solemnly.

"Is that what's going to happen, Is Hermione dead?"

"Watch Again." The Kitsune sent another scene to Draco's mind.

This time Draco saw himself enter the black tiled chamber. Something glinted in his hands. He saw himself approach the struggling figures unnoticed. He watched the Death-eater push Hermione to the wall, and as the hands tightened around her neck, he saw a flash of silver and watched himself stab the Death-eater in the jugular. The hands dropped from Hermione's neck and the Death-eater dropped to the floor.

Hermione slumped down the wall breathing sharply. He watched himself check her neck and help her to her feet.

Then the kitsune pulled him back to reality.

On the floor was a box. In the box a dagger glinted ominously.