Disclaimer: J.K.R owns almost.

Authors note: This is my first fic so tell me what you think in the review. I advise you to read Harry's 5th and 6th year before this.

-Chapter One-

Harry had, for once in his lifetime, been left home alone by the Dursley's. They had gone to Majorca on summer holiday and left him behind, but only after Uncle Vernon had given him a lecture for about three hours.

Harry had been in the library every day since the summer started, working as a librarian. With the money, he bought some clothes that actually fit him and his own food. But, unfortunately for Harry, the Dursley's made him pay the bills too.

Right now he was walking home after he had closed the library. He walked past the park and had turned into his own street when something happened. A few yards away a light appeared and someone with it. Harry couldn't see who it was because it was almost dark. The person was wearing a black cloak and a black robe. The hood on the cloak was up, covering the face. Harry took out his wand. He had begun to carry it with him everywhere after what had happened in his fourth year.

The person in front of him seemed to be injured. It came forwards a few steps then fell, clutching their stomach. Harry decided that the person was to weak to do anything to him and came out of the shadows into the light of the streetlamp. The person groaned and got up again, Harry stopped immediately and pointed his wand at the person.

The person looked up at him.

"Shit..." it said weakly then fell back down.

Harry didn't hesitate, he ran over to the figure. He wasn't sure, but that voice sounded very familiar. After he had turned the person around his suspicion was gone. Draco Malfoy was lying there. He had several bruises and a few deep cuts that were still bleeding.

Harry wondered if he should help him. If he did, and Malfoy turned out to be a Death Eater, Harry would just hand him over to the Ministry of Magic. If Malfoy wanted to get away from the Death Eaters, he could tell that to Dumbledore and let him decide.

"You're lucky Malfoy, that I haven't got a choice but to take you with me." Harry mumbled under his breath.

He conjured a stretcher, put Malfoy on it, and then hurried home to Number 4, Privet Drive.

He laid Malfoy on the couch and summoned a bowl of water and a towel. He thanked his lucky stars that Dumbledore had insisted that he should take extra lessons at Hogwarts. He had learned how to heal wounds, extra hard charms, difficult potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Auror training, how to duel with a sword and Muggle combat, the last he had known from before thanks to the Dursley's, but that was another story. To his surprise, and the Professors' surprise, he could do the hardest spells and brew the hardest potions easily.

Harry growled when he saw some of the wounds. Even thought Malfoy was his enemy, he didn't deserve wounds like these.

It took him almost 30 minutes just to clean all the wounds and then he healed them like Madame Pomfrey had taught him. After he had floated Malfoy to the guest room, Harry went into the kitchen to get something to eat and sent a letter to Dumbledore. He then went to bed himself.


The next morning, when Draco woke, he was sure it had been a dream. Then he looked around the room and saw that someone had cleaned and bandaged his wounds. There were some Muggle clothes on a wooden chair beside the bed. The sunshine came through the window, giving an almost unearthly light to the white room.

Draco got up and got dressed. The clothes where several sizes to large for him and made him look skinny and small. He opened the door and walked out into the corridor. This was obviously a Muggle house, as the pictures didn't move and there were no signs of magic.

He walked down the stairs and into the living room, only to discover that no one was there. Thinking someone might be in there eating breakfast, he walked into the kitchen. He gave a yell of surprise as he entered. Right there in front of him was his worst enemy, Harry Potter. He was sitting quietly at the table, reading the paper and eating some toast.

Draco couldn't help but notice how little food there was on the table. At Malfoy Manor, the table had been covered with too much food. After the meals they had to throw almost everything away.

"Finally up, Malfoy? Breakfast is on the counter." Harry pointed to the counter where there was a platter full of toast and a glass of milk waiting for him. He could feel Malfoy glaring at him from behind, but choose to ignore it. "I haven't poisoned it. And besides, you need the energy. Those wounds were pretty bad."

Harry heard Malfoy moving slowly over to the counter, then sitting down at the table. Neither of them spoke for a while. Harry was busy reading the paper and Malfoy was busy eating.

"Did you find my wand, Potter?" Draco asked when he was done.

Harry pointed his own wand towards the living room.

"Accio wand."

The next second Draco's wand came flying into the room and landed in front of him. He quickly examined it before he put it in his pocket. He looked over at Harry who was still reading the paper. Suddenly Harry jumped up from his chair, which fell backwards, and put the paper down on the table. The whole outburst made Draco jump and draw his wand. When he saw that it was nothing, he pocketed his wand again and was about to sit down when he saw a look of utter surprise on Harry's face. Draco looked down at the paper and realised that it was The Daily Prophet, the wizard newspaper.

"What's the matter Potter? Never seen moving pictures before?" he sneered.

Harry didn't look at him, he just stared at the paper.

"I don't believe it! I just don't believe it! She actually wrote something true!" he said.

"What are you on about?" Draco asked, getting curious.

Harry showed him the paper.

"Read there," he said, pointing out a few lines. "Fudge is blinder than a bat if he doesn't believe us now."

Draco looked down at the paper.


By Rita Skeeter

The Dark Lord is back and seems to have been for quite a while! Our own Minister of Magic has not been believing this fact until last night, when he had a face-to-face experience with a few Death Eaters. First time we heard about You-Know-Who's return was from the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, after the Triwizard Tournament in his 4th year.

Minister Fudge didn't want to speak with us, but some of his employees were kind enough to give us some information. "The Dark Mark has been appearing again to often for us to ignore it," one official said. "It is clear that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back."

"You know the tragedy in America? The one about the planes that flew into the World Trade Center Towers? They say that You-Know-Who is behind it." Another one told us.

"What happened in America is indeed one tragedy that could lead to World War III, and that's exactly what You-Know-Who wants." Arthur Weasley said.

All we can do is pray to God that something as horrible as that never happens.'

"Interesting news. Fudge finally believes you Potter." Draco said after he had put the paper down.

"Malfoy, what the Hell happened last night?" Harry asked. "Before I found you half dead." He added quickly.

Draco had been expecting this, and knew that if he didn't tell, he would never get away from this house except in chains, on his way to Azkaban.

'Wait! I left the others because I didn't want to be a Death Eater. This could be my big, and only, chance! But of course it had to be Potter who got me out, didn't it?' he thought. To Harry he said: "Alright Potter I'll tell you, but promise me one thing: that you'll first hear me out, then decide on what to do with me. Deal?"

Harry thought over it for a moment.

"Deal," he said in the end. "Well, are you going to begin Malfoy, or do I have to drag it out of you on a string?"

"You know already that my father is a Death Eater so I won't have to tell you that. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps and I did, until last night. A group of us younger Death Eaters had been in a club, some got pretty drunk and suggested that we attack a random Muggle family. We found one and attacked. The parents where hit with the Bodybind curse and forced to watch, er, what some of the others did to their daughter. It was at that point that something inside me snapped. I don't know why, but I began to attack them all." he hesitated and looked up at Harry, who was watching him with a calmness and patience that could outmatch Dumbledore's. "I got some pretty bad cuts as you saw. I remember running into a kitchen, closing the door behind me and transfiguring a cup into a portkey with no specific location. The rest you know better than me."

"You should know Malfoy, that I've already sent Hedwig to Dumbledore." Harry said after a while. Draco's head snapped up. "But I've told him to keep away until I got something out of you. Now that I have, I'm not sure of what to do. Hedwig hasn't returned with a reply from Dumbledore so, I know I'm going to hate myself for doing this, I think it's best for you to stay here if you want." Harry finished.

Draco was gaping at him.

"You want me to stay here? After all I've done and said to you?"

"That belongs in the past. Lets start over again, what do you think?"

"You would trust a Death Eater, Potter." Draco warned him.

"Doesn't Dumbledore trust Snape?" Harry asked.

"But he's on your side, spying on the Dark Lord. For all you know, I could be lying to get you to trust me and then kill you."

"I don't think you will," Harry said calmly. "And if you do, well, I'll take it when it comes."

"How in heavens name can you be so bloody calm about dying? I've always wondered how you could keep your head cool, while duelling with the Dark Lord in our 4th year."

"Dumbledore once told me that 'to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.' I'm taking it literally." Harry smiled. It felt weird to sit here and talk to an old enemy about things like these. "And besides, from what you told me, I don't think you want to be a Death Eater any more. Here's your chance Malfoy."

Draco thought over it for a few minutes, then he took Harry's hand and shook it.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," he said. "You?"

"Harry Potter. Welcome to the Light side Draco."


Over the next week, Draco learned a lot about living like a Muggle. It took him some time to learn how to work a computer, TV and other things like those, but he got the hang of it in the end. In the meantime, he and Harry where getting to be pretty good friends.

One day Hedwig came back with a note from Dumbledore.

"Hey Hedwig! Where have you been?" Harry asked as she landed on his shoulder. The owl began to hoot, telling her story while Harry untied the letter from her foot.

Draco smiled at her. Suddenly Hedwig flew up and landed on his shoulder.

"She likes you," Harry said. "She has forgiven you for colouring her green and silver in our 5th year."

"Yeah, um, sorry about that Hedwig." Draco said. "But if Gryffindor hadn't had such good players and smashed Slytherin in the Quidditch match, that wouldn't have happened."

Harry was busy reading the letter.

"Bloody Hell!" he yelled, jumping up.

"What is it?"

Harry read out loud.

'Dear Harry,

How nice of you to help young Mr. Malfoy. I will let you decide on what to do with him, when he is healed. However, I must tell you, and him, that his parents where killed by the Ministry of Magic. They were caught by an Auror, but they choose to fight rather than come peacefully. Draco would have been the owner of Malfoy Manor, had it not burned to the ground a few nights later.

Hogwarts is still standing, yet we have discontinued teaching, for fear of being attacked. All the Professors and I have taken into hiding and we have sent letters out to all the students, informing them of what has taken place. I fear we will not be able to resume teaching until Voldemort has been defeated for good. I hope that will be soon.

Over to other bad news. The Weasley's and the Ganger's have been attacked. Their houses are completely ruined, but they are safe for the moment. We need to move them soon or Voldemort will find them.

I hope that you have a nice holiday and practise what we talked about last year.

Albus Dumbledore.'

"Hogwarts closed?" Draco said. "The Professors in hiding? Granger and Weasley attacked? The Dark Lord is getting way out of hand."

"Curse you Voldemort! When I'm finished with you, you'll wish that you never were born!"

Draco flinched at the Dark Lords name.

"Don't say his name."

"Call him Voldemort, Malfoy, or Tom Marvolo Riddle. Fear for the name often increases the fear for the thing itself." Harry said after calming down a bit.

Suddenly Draco opened the Muggle newspaper.

"Potter, what's the name's of your relatives and where did they go on vacation?" he asked.

"The Dursley's went to Majorca. Why?"

"Give me a second," Draco replied. After a few more minutes of searching he found the page he was looking for. "Bad news. The Dursley's are dead. Killed by alligators while they were asleep in their hotel-room."

There was a long silence in the room.

"Well, at least that means that I have the house to myself for good now."

"Potter, this is serious."

"I know, I know. Well, I think that the first thing we need to do is kill the bastard."

"Can I help?"