A Strange Encounter

Disclaimer: This is JKR\'s world, i\'m just using it.

Warnings: Implied Non-Con
!HALF BLOOD PRINCE SPOILERS!
Not beta\'ed. LoL.
i was writing this at 2-3 in the morning so if it get\'s a little weird or there are some major mistakes blame it on lack of sleep.

Damn the minister damn him to hell, Percy thought angrily as he strode down a small deserted street named Dark Cobble. Percy had not been very keen on the appointment of Rufus Scrimgeour, he much preferred Fudge as both his boss and a personal friend but nonetheless if he was to become minister himself one day then he would have to keep brown nosing whoever he had too. And sometimes brown nosing (which Percy was perfectly aware that he was doing) involved having to do the work that no respectable person would do.

Percy had been ordered to scout various streets and alleys to check for signs of Death Eater’s or You-Know-Who. He did not like it, he had not wanted to become an Auror, and that is exactly what he was doing should have been classified as: Auror work. But it had been three weeks since the most terrible funeral of perhaps one of the greatest and most loved wizard of the last century and no sooner had word gotten around of Dumbledore’s death that the ministry had become a chaotic mess; the department for Magical Law enforcement seemed to have split in two between those who trusted the ministry and those who saw fit to bring justice about by the use of unforgivables (mostly Aurors who had begun giving out sentences based on whatever mood they were in), the department for Magical Creatures had been in an uproar demanding back up and more staff due to the alarming increase in werewolf attacks; and worst of all Scrimgeour was strutting about like a fool with a smug face saying how he had everything under control and that everyone should stick together. At least Fudge had the decency to look worried in times of distress, Percy thought scowling.

When Percy reached the end of the street he rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed. At least he was almost done, he thought, all he had to do now was check the adjoining alley way and he’d be able to go home, or, the place where he resided as he liked to call it. So with another sigh, he turned on his feet and set off towards a dark alley named Hibiscus. He clutched his wand at the ready just in case, as Tonks a clumsy pink haired Auror (one of the few who had not joined in the Auror revolt) had taught him to when he had been appointed the task of prowling the streets and capturing dark wizards to make up for the work undone by traitorous Aurors, and peered into the alley from behind a wall.

The sight that met his eyes astonished him, so much so that he staggered into the middle of the alley before staring dumbfoundly in front of him. Two of the most wanted people in the Wizarding World were sitting, heads down, against the wall not even five strides away from him; one was wanted for attempted murder, and the other for murder.

The dark haired man looked up from the floor and stared at him and as Percy looked back into the dark eyes of his former Potion’s Master Severus Snape he felt a serge of hate so great that he did not care that that he might- if he acted on his impulse to murder- he would be forfeiting any chance he had at becoming Minster, something he had given up everything for; including his family and his dignity. “Mr. Weasley,” Severus Snape said.

“You murdered Dumbledore.” Percy growled through clenched teeth. He had been most upset at Dumbledore’s death. It was of course, Dumbledore who had agreed for his appointment as Head Boy, and even told him once, while he was in his second year at Hogwarts, that his hard work would pay off and that one day he would be a very fine and successful wizard.

“Yes Mr. Weasley, but most likely for reasons that you would not be able to comprehend,” Snape paused, “or perhaps you would seeing as that you…”

“I don’t want to hear it! You’re a wanted man Snape!” Percy snapped pointing his wand at Snape. Snape started intently at him as if contemplating what to say next but Percy’s attention was averted suddenly by a boy no older than his youngest brother who whimpered, “Please…”

For the first time he noticed the second person- the one wanted for attempted murder- he was a pale skinny boy who Percy had encountered on a few occasions as both prefect and head boy at Hogwarts. At the time the boy, Draco was his name, son of Lucius Malfoy, sworn enemy to the Weasley family, seemed arrogant and pompous, but now he looked helpless, and was looking up at Percy with a hint of pleading in his sad glossy grey eyes.

Percy mumbled something under his breath and both Snape’s and young Malfoy’s wands flew towards him, he caught them with his unused hand and smirked, “And you, Malfoy, are wanted for attempted murder.”

“No.” Snape growled, “Leave him out of this.”

“Aw, how sweet, Professor Snape protecting his dear old pal’s son.” Percy said still smirking.

“Mr. Weasley you have to understand, Draco has done nothing wrong.”

“Silence!” Percy spat, “We’ll let the Ministry determined that.”

Snape scoffed, “Still blindly following the Ministry’s every request.”

“Yes. Because I unlike you know where my loyalties lay.”

“Oh I know perfectly well where my loyalties lay.” Snape smirked.

“Snape, please,” Draco said.

“Practice begging Malfoy, You’ll be begging for freedom once the ministry gets a hold of you. and you’ll be begging to die once you get to Azkaban.”

“Empty threat.” Snape said.

“Oh, Really do you think so?” Percy snarled. And before he realized it Snape had ‘accioed’ his and Draco’s wands into his hand.

“Yes,” Snape purred, “I do.”

Percy gulped. Damn, he had never been good at dueling.

“I know perfectly well,” Snape continued handing Draco his wand and pointing his own at Percy, “That the ministry is in disarray”

“Because of you!” Percy shouted taking a step forward.

“No. The ministry was in turmoil before Dumbledore died…”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare speak his name! You have no right!” Percy shouted.

“My, my, my, I never knew you cared so passionately for Dumbledore. I thought you were too in love with Fudge to care what an old man like Dumbledore thought.”

“You know nothing about me!” Percy screamed.

“And you nothing of me.” Snape said coolly. “I suppose now is time to bargain.”

“There will be no bargain making here!”

“And you would throw Draco here, Draco, who has just turned 17, is that not your brother’s age?, in to Azkaban.”

“Leave my family out of this…”

“So you still consider them family.” Snape smirked.

Percy ignored this, it was too painful to talk about, and instead he asked, “What are you two Death Eaters doing here anyway? Did you anger your precious lord? Is he angry that you didn’t kill Harry too?”

Snape snarled, “I had my orders and I followed through. You of all people should know that!”

“I WORK FOR THE MINISTRY. A HIGHLY RESPECTABLE GOVERMNET AGENCY! YOU WORK FOR A PREJUDICE IDIOT WHO KILLS PEOPLE FOR FUN!” Percy screamed, his fast hot breath now creating a fog around his horn-rimmed glasses.

Snape looked briefly taken back, apparently not sure what to make of the situation.

“Please, Weasley,” Draco spoke again, “I don’t want to- i- can you please help us? Please?”

“Why would I help you,” Percy said, calmer then before but still breathing hard, “Why would I trust you?”

“Because I’m a Malfoy,” Percy snorted, “and Malfoys never beg for anything, but I’m begging you now. I- I need your help.”

“You tried to kill Dumbledore!”

“I had no choice!” Draco cried and then pointing to Snape said, “and he didn’t either!”

“Have I ever lied to you” Snape asked Percy.

“I wouldn’t know.” Percy said.

“Someone’s coming!” Draco whimpered. And indeed, Percy heard the sound of faint footsteps.

“Weasley Listen” Snape said urgently, “If not me, take the boy, protect him, please, he hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“Weasley? Mr. Weasley?” a voice called from the street of Dark Cobble.

Thinking quickly Percy knew he had no other choice. He wanted justice done, but he never acted in haste so grudging he walked closer to Snape and Draco. “Hand me your wands.” Percy said firmly.

Draco gave his up quickly, Snape however hesitated but as the voice, that Percy knew belonged to Dolores Umbridge “Weasley are you here?” came closer Snape handed his wand to him. Percy smiled triumphantly and said quietly, “You will tell me what’s been going on and who your loyalties lay with.” Snape nodded; he had no choice. And without further delay Percy apparated the three of them to his small flat in London.

When the three men landed on their feet in Percy’s living room no one said anything. Clearly both Draco and Snape were shocked at the sudden turn in events.

“Alright,” Percy snapped suddenly, “You” He pointed his wand at Snape, “Sit there,” he indicated a ratty looking couch, “You!” he told Draco, “Follow me. I will have no conspiring going on.” Proud of his sudden Gryffindorish spirit (he always wondered why he had been put in that house) Percy strode into the kitchen, making sure that Draco followed him.
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Draco watched with interest as Weasley placed both his and Snape’s wands into a tiny drawer and threw some spells at it.

“Try to retrieve it,” Weasley snapped.

“Eh” Draco looked blankly at the man.

“I said sit!” Weasley snapped causing Draco to jump. He had been quite jumpy since the incident at Hogwarts. Turning around to see why Weasley had screamed suddenly he saw a window like object sitting on a kitchen counter, showing a clear view of the living room. He saw Snape, looking clearly shocked that he been caught getting up from the couch, stare widely around the room before sitting down again.

“Try to retrieve it.” Weasley said once again.

“Er...ugm, Accio wand.” Draco said with less enthusiasm then he would if he truly wanted it.

The drawer gave a small jerking twitch then went still. Weasley smiled, “Good. Back to the living room.”

Draco joined Snape on the couch. He really wasn’t used to sitting on such old dirty things but lately he seemed to not really care. Lately he wouldn’t mind living in the Hogwart’s gamekeeper’s hut just so long as he wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Draco watched closely as Weasley conjured up some cups with tea. “Here,” he said handing the tea to Draco and Snape.

“Now, what were you two doing in that alleyway? Obviously you weren’t being lookouts, as no one seemed to come to your rescue.”

“We left the Dark Lord after he requested something of Draco that was not acceptable.”

“So I was right. You angered him, even after killing Dumbledore for him.” Weasley scoffed.

“No!” Draco said angrily, “You don’t understand Weasley! We did what we did because….” He looked hesitantly at Snape who nodded, “I did it because it was mandatory in order to keep my mother, father and myself alive. He did it because he promised not only one person but two!”

“Who? Him and um…let me guess…your father Draco?”

“No! My mother, and Albus Dumbledore.” Draco seethed.

“Wh-what?” Weasley blinked, caught off guard for the first time that afternoon.

“You see, Mr. Weasley…” Began Snape before, much to his annoyance, Draco could go on, “Draco here was simply trying to spare his own life. I on the other hand was given direct orders by Albus to help Draco in anyway I can, then I was also order, by Albus, to not break the Unbreakable Vow that I took in my attempt to help Draco in every way I could”
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Percy gaped. He was shocked to learn that Snape had taken the Unbreakable Vow for someone, he vaguely recollected Fred and George trying to make Ron take one many many years ago and how angry his father had gotten, that was when he had first heard of them but had never met anyone who actually took one.

“Anyway,” Snape continued placing his tea cup aside, “Upon return from Hogwart’s with the Dark Lord’s mission completed the Dark Lord celebrated by killing Narcissa Malfoy.” Percy saw Draco shudder and clutch his own tea cup tightly. “He then released Lucius from prison, as I’m sure you know about working at the ministry and all…”

Oh yes Percy knew. It had been horrible. Two known Death Eaters, Malfoy and Nott had escaped Azkaban. The break out wasn’t as much surprising as it was a horrible blow to ministry-public relations.

“…when Lucius returned. The Dark Lord, still angry at him, immobilized him and mounted him on the wall to his bedchamber where….” Snape paused for a moment and looked over at Draco who had slowly became paler with each word that Snape said. Percy felt a small stab of pity for the boy. “…where he forced Lucius to watch his only son be continuously raped.” Percy tore his eyes off Snape and let them fall upon Draco, who was now shaking slightly, his head hanging, and his hands squeezing the tea cup extremely tightly.

Percy knew that You-Know-Who was insane, but raping a young boy, a boy the age of his little brother, in front of his father, that was barbaric. Percy shuddered before looking back at Snape.

“As I said,” Snape went on, “I do not care what happens to me. I did my job. But I do not wish anymore harm for this child.”

“I’m not a child!” Draco said suddenly, snapping his up.

Snape looked started, and Percy couldn’t really blame him.

“Look,” Percy said finding his voice before Draco or Snape said anything else, “If what you say is true that would make you a quadruple spy, not someone worth trusting in my opinion but let’s just say I believe what you are saying about Draco. What do you expect me to about it? And what do you expect me to do about you?”

Draco looked at Snape expectantly, Snape however did not meet his gaze and stared directly at Percy and said in a calm cool and dangerously even voice “All I am asking is that you make sure he does not get wrongfully imprisoned, that he is not turned into the Dark Lord. As for myself, I could not care less what happens to me. My cover as a spy is blown and aside from that the people who I spied for believe me a traitor, I have no ambition but to ensure the safety of this boy.”

“I’m owling my father.” Percy said before realizing it. He was quite shocked to here himself say such a thing. Snape nodded.

Quickly Percy conjured a piece of parchment, a quill and ink and hastily scribbled a note, then called to his owl Hermes who he knew was sitting in his bedroom. Percy tied the note to Hermes leg and said, “Take it to the Burrow, please hurry.” The owl gave Percy a surprised look but then hooted and flew off.
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Arthur was sitting quietly at his kitchen table sipping a cup of tea. It was strange to have one of his sons married, another not talking to him, another off on adventure with his girlfriend and best mate, and two others running a booming and successful business during a time of war, very strange indeed. Arthur sighed; his wife Molly was out with Ginny, Tonks and Remus, and he personally felt quite alone. Even his muggle toys seemed inconsequential nowadays and at work everything was chaotic, annoying, and downright stupid. After Dumbledore died, well, it hardly seemed worth it.

Arthur was just about to pour himself some more tea when a distinct and loud rapping noise turned his attention to the kitchen window. Hermes? Arthur paused before walking over to the owl who was impertinently knocking it’s beak against the window. Yes, that was Hermes, that was Percy’s owl. What in the world would Percy want? Well, it must be important, Arthur decided opening the window so the owl could come in, Percy was very prideful and certainly wouldn’t ask for help unless it was something truly unbearable and naturally Percy wouldn’t be writing just to say hello. Arthur scoffed at looked down at the bird. Perhaps he should take his time in reading and responding to the letter, punish his son for stupidity. But thinking that he was being a bit childish Arthur pulled the letter out from Hermes claw and read it, his red eyebrows furrowing together at the message.

Dad-
I need to talk to you urgently. Can you come over? I’m connected to the floo network at East Wing Hall, my flat.
Percy

The message was very short and by the looks of it scribbled down very hastily. Arthur frowned and after leaving a quick note saying he’d be back later for Molly he left.
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Once Hermes left Percy cast a quick spell around the couch so that neither Snape nor Draco could leave it without being escorted by him. Neither said anything but Draco hung his head once more and from the looks of it began to cry.

“Do- Look,” Percy began to say but stopped as he really was not sure what he was going to say. Snape watched him, clearly wondering if he would start speaking again. How was he going to explain this to his father? Percy sighed and said “Draco,” he waited until Draco looked up, “are you hungry?” Draco shook his head, “Tired?” Draco shrugged. By the looks of things Percy was fairly certain he was. Percy got up, cast a quick protection spell (incase his dad got there before he came back) on the couch so that its occupants could not be harmed so long as they were there, unless of course it was he, Percy, doing the harming. Nodding approving at his work Percy walked over to Draco and motioned for him to follow. Draco looked at Snape who nodded.

Percy led Draco from the living room to a small bedroom with a small bed and purple draperies. “This is my bedroom,” Percy said, “I’d like it if you stayed in here while I talk with Snape and my dad.” Draco mumbled ‘like I have a choice’ but choosing to ignore the comment Percy continued, “I’m sure you’ll find the bed quite comfortable” Draco snorted, “I have protection spells around all my stuff and as I have only given you permission to lay on my bed, if you touch anything else you will pay for it in the most painful ways,” Draco sneered, not a very good one, but nodded and sat on the bed.
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Once Weasley left the room, Draco sighed. Well, this very well might be the last time I get to sleep in a real bed, he thought. Throwing his legs onto the bed Draco squirmed around a bit before lying down and staring up at the ceiling. He was exhausted but how could he sleep knowing that within a minute’s time he could be whisked away to Azkaban for trying to save his families life. Turning his head slightly Draco’s eyes fell upon a picture on the small table next to the bed. It was a picture of the Weasley family, although it wasn’t moving like all the other pictures Draco has seen but very still indeed. Curious, Draco thinks before looking at another picture beside it. This one is moving but it wasn’t showing the happy faces of the nine Weasley members that the still picture showed but instead showed a scowling Percy, a crying Mrs. Weasley, and very spiteful looking Mr. Weasley. The other six members were not in sight although it was clear that they had been there. Draco sighed; he wished he had a picture of his parents. No. He couldn’t think about that. He’d start crying again and he already let that Weasley see him cry once. Although, Draco admitted reluctantly, Weasley had been rather hospitable considering Draco’s reputation. Maybe not all Weasleys are that bad. Draco yawned and turned his body to the side curling up in a fetal position and closing his eyes.

He was about to drift to sleep when he heard a gasp in the living room…. But…. he was too sleepy to care.
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Percy was pacing up and down his living room. Severus was watching the fireplace anxiously. What would it be like to see, or to be seen by an Order member, so soon after he had killed their leader, even if it was on said leader’s orders. He was nervous, he had faced the Dark Lord on many occasions but he didn’t think he had ever been so nervous and that Percy Weasley was not helping matters by walking past him every two seconds. He was relieved somewhat of course, because was partly sure that Percy would vouch for Draco but then again Percy had been known to be a traitor of sorts as well, practically devastating his family. Severus had to fight the urge to point that out, but it’s not best to pick fights with those who you have you at your mercy. Severus wondered when Arthur would show up. He was going increasing worried with the wait.

He didn’t have to wait long because suddenly the fire became a bright green and Arthur Weasley was becoming visible.
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You would assume, Arthur Weasley thought, that after doing it all your life floo-ing would become easier. But it wasn’t. It always left him with a queasy dizzy feeling. When the swirling green flame began to die Arthur looked out of the fireplace. His son was staring at him with huge eyes, he looked terrified, a look which Arthur hadn’t seen Percy wear long time.

“What’s…” He began but then out of the corner of his eyes he saw someone sitting on the couch. He turned slightly and gave an extremely loud gasp.

Severus Snape, traitor, betrayer, the murder of Albus Dumbledore, was sitting in his middle child’s sitting room with a cup of tea in his hands. Arthur quickly stepped out from the fireplace and drew his wand.

“Now Dad!” Percy said coming closer to Arthur.

“What is the meaning of this!” Arthur snapped, “What is HE doing here?! Your not…Oh Merlin….are you!”
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Is he? Is he what? What was his dad asking? Surely not… “Dad! Of course not! I’d never betray the ministry that way! How could you think that after everything you’ve taught me I’d go joining forces with the likes of you-know-who.”

“Taught you? TAUGHT YOU? I thought I taught you that nothing. NOTHING. Is more important than family. I thought I taught you to honor your mother, love her, and cherish her. That’s what I thought I taught you, but in the last few years you have shown me that I have taught you NOTHING!” Arthur seethed seeming to forget that a wanted criminal was merely a few feet away from him.

“Dad…”

“Don’t call me that!” Arthur snapped, “Now. What is he doing here?”

“You have to listen. I called you because I…” Percy stumbled on his words.

“Because what?”

“Oh stop bickering.” Snape sighed.

Arthur glared at him. Percy was frightened, “Listen- he won’t be moving, and you can curse him later if you want but first LISTEN to me…” And Percy went into the long story, starting with him doing his duty of checking the street to putting Draco to bed but excluding the part about Voldemort forcing Lucius to watch his son being raped “…and that’s when you showed up.”

“I don’t believe HIM.” Arthur said pointing at Snape.

“I don’t either dad. I mean, I do, but only about Draco. I- uh- I don’t know why.” Percy admitted.

No one spoke for a moment, and then flopping down into a comfy but worn chair across from the couch Arthur asked, “Do you have any tea?”

“Oh, yes.” Percy said running to the kitchen.

Thirty quite minutes later, Arthur let out a great sigh, “I know I’ll have to contact some of the other Ord -um- other people but I’m not quite sure who. This decision must be thought out thoroughly”

“I agree.” Said Percy. “I was thinking Professor McGonagall for one. I mean, she knew both Snape and Draco, but after that, well, I don’t know.”

“Yeah I was thinking along the same lines.”

“What about your wife, Molly, Miss Hermione Granger, and Kingsley all fair people without bias towards me and all loyal to the side of the light.”

Percy thought, yes his mum would be fair, and he knew Hermione from school, she was always very cleaver, but Kingsley? The auror. That didn’t make sense.

“I think-” Arthur began but was interrupted by a squeak coming from the other end of the sitting room. Percy saw his father’s eyes narrow into tiny slits. Draco Malfoy had just come out of his bedroom. “Er.” Draco said.

“What do you need Draco,” Percy said, hoping to stop his dad from interrogating the boy.

“I-bathroom.”

“Yes. Right there. That door to your left.” Percy said.

“ER. Okay.”

“You know what. I don’t trust him either.” Arthur said.

“Father,” Percy said exasperatedly, “I don’t care what happens to Snape, but I can’t let you harm Draco.” He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt so protective over the boy.

“I suppose we can give him truth serum..”

“No.” Percy said quickly.

“No?”

“He’s, he’s been through too much.” Percy sighed and then quickly repeated what Snape told him about what You-Know-Who did to Draco.

“He. Merlin!” Arthur had turned pale, “He…” Just then Draco emerged from the bathroom and walked over to sit next to Snape, “Alright. Let me go inform some people about the situation. I don’t want HIM to leave that couch. If he has to use the bathroom, I, no, Do you need to use the bathroom Snape?” Snape shook his head, “Fine. Don’t let him leave that couch, Percy. Regardless of our differences I love you, and I don’t want you to be in any more danger then necessary which means, I don’t want you alone with him while he is not restrained. I should be back in a few hours. He can hold his bladder until then.” Percy nodded as his father stepped into the fireplace.

When his father disappeared in a flash of green flames, Percy turned to Draco, “Did you want to go lay down again?”

“Um.” Draco sounded nervous, “Do you have something to eat?” Percy smiled.

An hour later and a moderately fed Draco was asleep again in Percy’s bedroom. Percy watched the boy quietly from the doorway. He looked so frail.

“Ugm.” Snape said.

“Yes.” Percy turned on his heels to look at Snape.

“As your father will be gone at least another hour, I was wondering if…”

“You cannot leave the couch.” Percy said sternly.

“No. I was merely going to inform you that I would be taking a nap. I haven’t had sleep in almost a week.” Percy nodded and turned back to watch Draco.
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Draco’s dreams were filled with horrible visions: His mother screaming as the dark lord cast Crucio on her, his mother falling limply to one side after being killed, his father bowing to the Dark Lord and being kicked in the face after an attempt to kiss his foot, his father being beaten and dragged and then mounted on a wall, his father pleading (a noise which broke Draco) for his master to get off his son…. whips being brought down upon his back, knifes being dragged across his once unblemished skin….The Dark Lord himself fucking him….gagging on a thick white cock…. having one person violently yank at his penis while another rammed into his bleeding unprepared ass, another fucking his mouth so roughly that his lips began to bleed from the friction, and his father, still, screaming for his once considered colleagues to stop…watching his father cry as he lay helplessly on the bed where no less that seven men had just fucked him.

“Shh.” A stranger’s voice murmured in his ears. “It’s alright Draco.”

“Huh?” Draco snapped his eyes open, which was a mistake he corrected by shutting them again and slowly squinting out to find the source of the voice. Hovering over him in a cheap imitation of Madam Pomfrey was Percy Weasley. Draco screwed up his face but suddenly the days events surfaced in his mind.

“You were crying, loudly.” Percy said handing Draco a tissue.

“Oh.” Draco said realizing that he was sticky with sweat and his eyes and face wet with tears.

“You scared all of us.”

“Who’s all of us?” Draco asked.

“A couple of people who worked with Dumbledore.” Percy answered quietly.

“Do you know what’s going to happen to Snape?” Draco asked concernedly.

Before Percy could answer someone walked into the room. A short, red haired woman…Mrs. Weasley.

“Is he alright?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

Percy nodded.

“Are you sure? Draco, my boy, are you alright?”

Draco nodded not knowing what else to say. She was being awfully nice considering how he had treated her son. Mrs. Weasley smiled, “Alright, dear. You should get some more rest. Percy, come on.” Draco watched as Percy left the bedroom. For a while Draco listened to the talking in the other room, the noise was somewhat comforting. It was as if he was back in the Slytherin dormitories (Vincent snoring, Gregory quietly debating what the best comic book was with Blaise) or the common room (Pansy and Millicent’s off-key singing, Theodore Nott playing wizard’s chess with the Peeves, the Bloody Baron laughing with some first years about the pranks he pulled on the Gryffindor Ghost). Draco smiled a sad smile before falling asleep once again.
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The sun was beaming annoyingly through the kitchen window. Percy had not had any sleep the night before, and all he could do was thank Merlin that today was Saturday. Snape had been taken with his father, Aurors Kingsley and Tonks, and Professor McGonagall to a disclosed location for more interrogation. It had been determined that Draco could stay at Percy’s for the weekend and most likely the Burrow after that until a better place could be found for him. Using Dumbledore’s old pensive they were able to see Snape retrieving Draco from the bloody bed and could see Lucius Malfoy crying and mounted on a wall- that was a very disturbing sight. Everyone agreed that even if Draco had originally been one-hundred percent with You-Know-Who (which many of them doubted) that the likelihood that he’d go back now would be very very slim indeed. Well, thought Percy with some satisfaction, Snape got what he wanted, Draco would be safe and he….well…who knows what would happen to him.

“Hungry?” Mrs. Weasley asked Percy. Percy half-smiled, he was glad that his mother had stayed. First of all because she could no doubt better care for Draco then he could, but secondly because he was aloud time with her without the nasty looks of his brothers and sister.

Mrs. Weasley set a plate in front of Percy and then bustled back to make another one.

“I’ll be right back, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said as she walked off to Percy’s bedroom.
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Draco had just woken and was debating whether to get up or not when Mrs. Weasley walked into the room.

“Oh good. You’re awake, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said bustling over towards him; he sat up “I made breakfast, eggs, toast, and sausage. I figured you could eat here, and then shower afterwards.”

“Thank you,” Draco said to his surprise as Mrs. Weasley placed the plate on his lap.

“You’re welcome dear. Now if you’re still hungry I’ve got plenty more.” Mrs. Weasley smiled and was headed out the door when something occurred to Draco.

“Um. Where’s Snape?”

“He’s with some Aurors and other’s. He’ll be okay. I don’t know what is going to happen but I suspect, if it is your wish, whatever happens they will let you talk to him before….well…they’ll let you talk to him.”

Draco nodded and Mrs. Weasley left.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, Percy seemed grumpy, Mrs. Weasley kept floo-ing back and forth between the Burrow and East Wing Hall and Mr. Weasley dropped in once to mutter something it to Percy’s ear. Draco kept busy by reading various Ministry manuals that Percy had lying around. As night fell, Draco felt more comfortable then he had in a year.

“Would you like some tea or something before bed, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked. Draco shook his head but smiled anyway. He just wanted to go to sleep…well….actually, he just wanted to go home….but….that wasn’t going to happen.

Percy had taken to transfiguring his couch into a bed for himself and his chair into one for Mrs. Weasley. They had both agreed that Draco needed the real bed more then they did.

As, Draco lay awake in the bed he thought about his mother, she had done so much to protect him. He had never realized how much she loved him, how much his father loved him. He had always known he was loved, but had also always assumed that for the right price his parents would abandon him. He knew now how wrong he had been; there was no price that could have taken his parent’s love for him away, they would have died for him. They….did….die for him; for Draco knew his father wouldn’t possibly be still alive.

Again his night was filled with nightmares: he and Snape were running quickly from the Dark Lord’s house…He was pointing his wand at Dumbledore being given the choice to join him….Death Eaters were barking orders for him to kill Dumbledore….he was crying in the boy’s bathroom…moaning myrtle was comforting him….he was watching Snape kill Dumbledore….Harry Potter was laying on the floor of the Hogwart’s express, bloody faced and immobilized….his father was looking down at him from the wall he was mounted on and was mouthing the words ‘I’m so sorry, my dragon’…his mothers mutilated body was being placed next to him…he was put under the Imperio curse and forced to rape his mother’s dead body while his father howled in fury... he ejaculated inside his mother…he was being magically tied to her body….he lay naked, tied to his mothers rotting corpse for three days…he looked at his mother’s lifeless face and cried….an urgent voice called, “Wake up, dear!” Huh?

“Wake up, hon.”

Draco cried, he was awake now but he didn’t want to open his eyes….never.

“Come on, love, open your eyes.” Draco recognized Mrs. Weasleys cooing voice and slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the concerned face for a moment and then, unable to control it, burst into bed shaking sobs.

“Oh baby!” Mrs. Weasley seized Draco and held him close to her body, letting him cry over her shoulder and grip on to her nightshirt.

When Draco entered the sitting room the next day he was shocked to find Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley sitting there.

“Oh, hello Draco.” Hermione said when she saw him.

“Er.” It was instinct to spit out some kind of insult or mudblood comment but for some reason he didn’t have it in him.

Ron Weasley stood up and eyed Draco with suspicion before curtly saying, “Malfoy,” and sitting back down. Draco smirked slightly, if he was wrong in guessing Weasley was forced to that, he’d Avada himself.

“Ah, Draco” Mrs. Weasley came in from the kitchen, “Are you hungry.” Draco blushed after this morning things were going to weird between them.

“Where’s Potter?” Draco asked Mrs. Weasley.

“Oh, he’s….” Hermione began.

“I didn’t ask you!” Draco snapped.

“Hmph.”

“He’s helping decide the fate of Professor Snape, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said kindly.

“He’s not really a professor anymore.” Ron told his mother.

“Yes, I think it would be more proper to call Mr. Snape.” Hermione said.

“Yeah right. Mr? He doesn’t deserve that much respect, Hermione!” Ron said.

“Fuck you!” Draco said angrily and getting to his feet, “You don’t know what he’s been through. You don’t know anything about him…”

“I know that he’s a fucking git!” Ron spat also standing up.

“Ron!” Mrs. Weasley and Hermione both gasped.

“I tried to be nice mother, but he doesn’t….egh….he’s not worth it!” and without another word Ron apparated out of the house.

“Oh dear.” Hermione said, “I better go talk to him.” And she quickly apparated away.

“Yes I think that might be best, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said.

“What’s all this yelling?” Percy stormed out of the bathroom.

“Well, it’s over now.” Mrs. Weasley said.

Draco stormed out of the flat.

TBC.... if you want.
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A/N: In case you wondered i\'ll prob will do a tribute to Dumbledore by finishing \"support group\" eventually, as requested by an awesome reader of mine.

Please review, because i won\'t finish this if no one likes it. Well, i prob. will finish it but not publish it.