War for Peace

6

Cairo Egypt 2031 A.D.

Draco bit back a curse, the force was 3 times what his spies had told him. Days of bloody fighting had ensused leaving no option but to stand and fight until he could find a way of balancing this out. Draco clenched his wand tightly and prepared to blast his way through a group of charging deatheaters. As he was about to move a girl approached him obviously having been engaged in a long fight and tired to the bone. "Voldemort's forces are too strong, we're being over run." She shouted over and explosion that caused them both to duck.

"Then counter-Attck, We're not retreating, it's victory or death!" Draco had reached his limit and he charged out to attack his enemies head on. Spells flew effortlessly from his wand as his foes fell left and right. He heard his men behind him. "Come on, follow Draco!" And soon he was joined by everyone in his group. They fought for 15 or 20 minutes and breached Voldemort's battle force, but just as they were about to reach him, he spoke loudly, using his wand to boom his voice across the bloody sand. "You only delay the inevitable, I who am enternal, can never be defeated." Draco stepped forward angrily and spoke snidley. "Oh? You wanna bet on that." His face turned dark and just as he was going to charge, he was pushed aside. The last thing he heard was a woman's voice scream. She was dead, the young girl he had saved from greyback, who had been his most loyal ally after Harry's death now lay in his arms dead as the Dark Lord made his exit.

After a while of surveying the losses and the battlefield Draco went to his tent to collect his thoughts. He couldn't be any angier, but his gamble had worked, he now had all the pieces to put George's plan into motion. Voldemort had no reason to hold Egypt, it had no value to him as far as Draco knew, still, this little fuck up had cost too many lives and he knew the war was now a sure loss, only a matter of time. He smirked. 'A matter of time.' As he traveled back to london by secret transport he thought of Harry's death.

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Flashback New york 2008
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Harry had done it, he had made the right moves, his plan had come together and Draco would be so proud of him. "Didn't I tell you, Ron, we got it!" Ron looked very paranoid. "Harry stop fiddlin' around and let's get the fuck out of here." Ron didn't like this move much, but Harry had insisted they could end the human against wizard conflict if they could just make the Sentient magic useless, thus, giving the DA the time to reconstitute their forces and properly launch this counter-offensive Draco had been begging command to let him lead.

"Well, here we go." Harry smiled at Ron, but soon his face turned to abosolute horror. They hadn't seen any indication of security as they breached the wall of the security building, but now, clear as Day, there they were. Sentients and Deatheaters. "Ron Go, now!" Ron zipped away on his broom as he heard the sounds of many spells hitting his best mate. He wanted to turn and go back, but he had to press on, but for the one moment of considering turning back he hadn't noticed the man in the mask with silver blonde hair, who struck him with a stun spell. His final reaction wasn't that he failed, it was that Harry's death had been in vain.

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Flashback London 2031
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He got to George's lab just in time before the man moved it again. He entered Cautiously, tierdly, weak and worn. George looked him over. "You look like hell my friend." Draco wavied him off. "I got the piece you need." He said sighing heavily, "But I have lost my command no doubt, our quest gets tougher from here." George transfigured a couch to sit down softly on and motioned Draco to sit down as well. "Draco, I know that it will be tough, but we are the only ones that know the truth of what caused this war to go so badly, we have to do this, even if it is all we can do." Draco seemed to understand, you're saying it doesn't matter what we do here in this present then?" He asked the older man softly. "Exactly, nor you or I fighting this war will change that it should never have taken place." Draco mashed his hair a bit. "But it seems so heartless to just let them die while we do this, Weasely. Dyanna died yesterday in my arms, does that mean nothing to me?" He seemed more upset by the idea that nothing mattered. George simply replied to him, "If we succeed, she never has to die. Nor does anyone we loved then. He nodded to George in final Understanding.

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Present Day Hogwarts
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"How are you feeling this morning?" Lupin as the boy softly, the way a mother might, which caused Draco to cringe. "I'm fine, don't baby me...I can...oooooh aaaargh." Lupin stabilized the boy and laid him back slowly on the bed. "Even magic needs time Draco. I am not going to let you simpily try to leave because you think it's best." Draco's eyes widened in shock. "How did you?" The old man laughed and his features went warm. "Because that's the first thing I would do in your position, but I assure you, you have no where to go, that he won't find you." The man turned serious. "You stay here with us, we will protect you, but first I must ask you, about that wolf boy, where did you get it?" Draco questioned the man's eyes, he was serious. "I just found him in the woods one day, he was awfuly curious about me and so I fed him some of my food and named him Joshua."

"An endearing story to be certain." His expression on Draco had not changed. "Whatever this creature is, it's also human, it's scent is not one I recognize as evil, but I believe that you have an animagius for a pet, I don't know why, but it seems dead set on protecting you."

Draco lay in bed stunned. "Are you sure sir?" he asked softly. "Yes, I am certain, I don't think it means you any harm as if it did, it would have carried it out by now, but I just wanted you to be aware of it, in case something happened." Draco nodded. "Thank you sir, I appriciate that." Lupin acknowledged him with a soft smile and got up to leave. "One more thing my boy, the full moon is tonight, you'll want to be sure and take the potion I left for you on the night stand." Draco paled, as if he needed to be reminded of his curse.

A small part of him smiled inside and said, "You don't need the potion Draco, it's alright, allow your darkest pleasures to be realized." Draco stamped out this idea quickily, he wished he could take the potion now, but he had to wait until dusk. He just prayed he could fight the temptations he was feeling until then. He rested again and cursed dreams screamed at him. Almost a month and he could still barely do everyday tasks, his wounds had stopped opening, but he still had to heal all the inside that had been damaged.
'damn you potter!' He cursed in sleepy whispers and the small voice said, "Tonight, Harry potter, will pay for our injuries."

End chapter 6
A/N long time since and update to this fic, my other baby The Game and love, will have a new chapter soon too, but this is going to be intresting as I finally have a good plotline for this piece, so I may be writting alot, please Review, if you like or don't like it.