Dark Side

New Surroundings

Harry

I watch Draco walk away from me, through the wall of enchantments, and then disapparate. I'm both elated and terrified at the same time. I had kissed Draco, and Draco had kissed me back. I had no idea where that had come from, I was just standing there, looking at him, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him.

I'm scared for Draco, he's walking back into the Death Eaters, and lying to them. I don't know what's going to happen to Draco, but I had to trust that Draco can handle it. He's unlike anyone I know, I'm sure that he could deal with everything. Knowing this doesn't manage to stop the nagging worry though.

I go back into the tent, and start looking through some of the books Hermione had brought, trying to come up with something that would help them find and destroy the horcruxes. Unfortunately, I have no such luck, and just get more and more frustrated and bored as I go through the endless pages.

An hour later, Ron and Hermione come back, carrying four bags of groceries. "We found this muggle store, and bought as many things as we could that wouldn't go bad." Hermione says, placing the bags down on the table.

I nod, "Great. Draco said that he wouldn't be able to contact us for a while, so I think we should start planning how to get the locket from the Ministry."

"That does make sense, there's no point just sitting here doing nothing. We could stay at Grimmauld place, it's close to the Ministry." Ron says.

"We should stay here for two more days," says Hermione, "in case they don't believe Draco and he has to run."

We all agreed this was the best thing to do, and tried to find something to occupy our time, and keep our thoughts from drifting to worrying about everything.

Draco

I'm incredibly confused. Harry had kissed me, out of nowhere, and I had kissed him back. I have no idea what the hell was going on there, but can't worry about it yet, I have more important things to deal with.

I apparate far enough away from Malfoy Manor to not set off any alarms, then start walking. In a minute or two, I catch sight of it. The looming hedges, dark walls covered with ivy, the place I hated most.

Not long later, I reach the gate. I stare at it for a moment, then walk right through. I thought I should have been freaking out, there was a meeting today, so there would be lots of Death Eaters there, and probably Voldemort himself, but I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me. I know what I have to do, and I'm going to do it.

I push through the front doors, and am in the entryway. A pair of guards look at me, dumbstruck, but before they can yell, I stun them both. This is my house, I know exactly where to go. I walk up the staircase and to the right, until I'm standing in front of a door. Without hesitating, I push my way through, and walk into the room. Immediately, twenty pairs of eyes lock onto me, some of them gasping in surprise, some in stunned silence.

"Draco?" My mother asks incredulously.

I look past her, she is not the one I had come to talk to. There at the head of the table, is sitting none other than Voldemort. I lock eyes with him, as if it were only the two of us in the room. There's a moment of silence, no one daring to speak.

I decide to break the silence first, "Hello everyone, it's been a while."

"Where have you been Draco? We were all very... Worried... About you." Asks Voldemort.

"My lord," I say, bowing, "I've been with the other side. The Order of the Phoenix."

There are gasps and whispers all around the table, but Voldemort holds up his hand to silence them. "Let him speak, I want him to explain."