Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ No Title, Again ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7:

 

I heard that they can still sue even if you have this disclaimer up…Oh well, I don't own HP. That's J.K's. However, the things spurned from my imagination are mine and mine alone. Pretty much expect anything. I haven't warned you for the past six chapters for you to ignore it. I hadn't realized that I hadn't posted since May! I'm so sorry! I'll try to put up more soon, but my schedule is hectic. Remember, I love all my readers, even if they don't love me. Or if they're mad that I haven't posted in FOREVER! Thanks for reading, and I hope that you enjoy it!

 

 

Hermione nearly drops the stack of papers she's holding. Thankfully, her gasp is loud enough to draw the attention of the two boys. Blushing, she manages to find her voice.

“Ron and Moody are right behind me. You two might want to get a room, or have Harry get some pants on or something….”

 

Harry stumbles up the stairs in a flash. Draco simply finishes his pizza.

 

Hermione drops the pile of paperwork on the table. Just as she does so, Ron, Lupin and Moody come in. Ron hands Draco a newspaper. Unlike the prophet, this one gives Voldemort's side of the news. In bold print, a title on the front page says simply “Traitor Draco Malfoy Killed”.

 

Of course, Draco reads on.

 

“Draco Malfoy, son of loyal supporter Lucius Malfoy, is dead. Justice was taken after he was caught after abandoning the Our Lord's cause. This followed shortly after he did not fulfill his orders to execute Albus Dumbledore. Lucius has testified under veritaserum that his assignment was completed. Our sources …'

 

He glances up at Ron.

“Where did you get this?”

 

“Doesn't matter. It appears that you are dead to the world now. This has been printed for the past four issues. You no longer exist.”

 

Hermione grabs a seat on the couch, sorting the papers, pulling out a select few.

“Well, that's not entirely true…some people in the ministry know. When they learned the truth, they offered a pardon and a job. Ron's dad having connections definitely helped. Now that you're dead to “them”, the Ministry wants you as an agent.”

“You mean a spy? Isn't that kind of pointless?”

“No. They want you as an auror. You are to be enlisted in the Order.”

He pauses for a few moments, puzzled.

“I can't be an auror…”

 

Ron nearly laughs, “Come off it. You got grades nearly as good as miss prefect here!”

 

Harry comes back downstairs, this time with pants on. He sees the papers on the table and puts two and two together. “You're joining us?”

“See, Harry obviously thinks you could pull it off. I mean, you can duel. That was proved before. And you're good at potions. All you have to do is sign the papers, and show Moody how good you are. If he likes you, you're in. Lucky bastard. I had to beg for permission.”

 

He stays silent, undecided.

Harry sits beside him on the couch. “Well, are you with us, or not? We do have a mission later.”

 

“It doesn't appear as though I have much choice, does it?” He snatches the forms and signs his rather large, looping signature.

 

 

Moody half glares at him. `Let's see what you've got, Malfoy.”

 

 

In near silence, they head down the stairs. Only the creaking wood of each step is any indication of their location.

 

The basement is huge, echoing, and finished in cool concrete. Chairs rest against the one wall, out of the way.

 

Moody and Draco stand face to face, everyone else finds a seat to watch the show.

 

 

 

Moody mutters so that his message is heard by only Draco.

“Feel free to concede at any time. I'm not going to hold back. But I would watch my step if I were you. One small word and you could have three others direct one back at you at the same time. Well, two. Potter is much too trusting of filth. I doubt he'd have enough sense to kill you, given the opportunity. Let's see how this goes.”

“Alright then. I hope you're not just all talk, then” Refusing to back down.

 

 

Although his hand rests on his wand, and a smile graces his face, his thoughts are racing.

Who am I kidding? He knows I'm screwed either way…I can't take on an Auror! I have to fight…Why does he want me to?