back again- dramione

01

A piercing scream rang through the house. Hermione Granger, the bookworm and Know-It-All, practically sprinted to a cabinet across the hall. Sorting through what seemed to be dozens of mixtures, she let out a sigh of relief as she spotted what she was looking for. Rushing back to the room she came out of, she held a nasty looking green solution. 

Laying in front of her, struggling for breath, was her best friend, Harry Potter. Opening the cork holding the liquid in the bottle, she forcefully grabbed his jaw, opened it, and poured the mixture into his mouth. Almost immendiantly the screams died out, as the owner succumbed to a deep slumber. 

Looking around at her fellow Order members, everyone seemed to relax the moment the Boy Who Lived finally was cured of whatever made his insides boil. Ginny Weasley sat next to him, holding his hand. Her brother, Ron Weasley, offered her a hug. 

The rest of the Order were crowded around the table. A wide assortment of students were part of it, each with their own reasons and own stories. George Weasley quietly muttered to himself, thankful for not finding another brother dead. 

After losing his twin, George had kept himself busy with the Order. Making sure to pop in to check if Harry was alright, he quickly went back to overseeing Death Eater activity and trying to come up with a new plan of action. A large assortment of former Hogwarts students were also there, including mostly Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, as well as a few Hufflepuffs. What was incredibly surprising was the presence of two Slytherin males sitting in chairs in close proximity to Harry. After the Battle of Hogwarts remained unwon, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott came searching for a place among the Light. 

"Did everyone else make it out?" Kingsley Shacklebolt asked. He was the leader of the Order, being the most experienced in the room. The Golden Trio, of course, played a massive part as well. This mission in particular was to try to get in possession of an old book that most likely held the key to destroying Voldemort. Now, it was with the Order, although bound shut by an old spell, and with it came a new wave of hope. 

"We lost Sarah," Hannah Abbott piped up. "I saw Harry get hit. He should be dead. They knew we were coming and surrounded us. Someone was stopping most of the spells from hitting him but I didn't get a good enough look. You'll have to ask him when he wakes up."

Hermione was puzzled at this. Everyone in this room, although skilled, were not good enough to deflect the magnitude of spells that Hannah had just described. If it hadn't been them, then who could it have been?

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Draco Malfoy made his way through the front gates of the Manor. A presence of darkness surrounded him like a black cloak, so strong it was radiating off him. Stepping through the front door, he rid himself of his coat, casting a quick cleaning spell to get off the dust. 

Walking inside the cold house was a common occurrence, and he found his way to the largest of the dining rooms. There, at the head of the table, sat the Dark Lord. Around him was his Inner Circle, including a seat to his right that was empty, reserved for none other than Draco himself. 

"Draco," the Dark Lord said eerily, "you're late."

"Sorry my Lord," Draco apologized quickly, "but I just received word of an interesting discovery about the Order."

The Dark Lord's interest peaked.

"Well then, go on," he drawled.

"A reliable source has informed me that the Order is in possession of one of Regulas Black's old journals, my Lord. They are no doubt trying to open the binding spells as we speak," Draco stated cautiously. 

"Well done Draco," the Dark Lord praised. "I assume you can find a way to retrieve that book for me from inside the headquarters of the Order, yes? All of us may not be able to go, but surely a wizard of your power will be able to sneak in without detection?" 

"Of course, my Lord. I am honored to be able to serve you, my Lord," Draco responded, kneeling before him. Everyone else at the table held their breaths, watching the exchange. It was no secret who would be in charge should the Dark Lord ever fall. Draco Malfoy had proved his worth, and even the Dark Lord himself seemed to take a liking to the boy, the most human thing that he was capable of.

"And Draco. Make sure you are on time for our meeting on Sunday," the Dark Lord threatened. It was also no secret among the Inner Circle that the most powerful wizard in the world was mentoring the young boy. He sought to be smarter this time. Should he ever fall and be forced to come back as a Horcrux, someone would need to take over in his short absence until he returned. Naturally, he picked the one with the most talent, Draco. 

"Yes, my Lord."

AN: Okay so this chapter was short. Also it sucks and the writing is sloppy and the story seems rushed but please hang on. It gets better as it goes on so trust me and continue reading! Hang on until Chapter 9! That's when it gets better! Thanks!