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Redemption by RazielKain3d

Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 3,011
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Snape, Lucius, Voldemort, Draco, Pansy, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Lavender, Draco/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Other Pairing

First Published: 01/15/2007
Last Chapter: 03/11/2009
Last Updated: 03/11/2009

" Why do you have so much faith in me?"  Draco said. He walked to the window and placed his hands on the sill. A warm hand gently rested on his shoulder.
" Because I love you,Draco, I know you can do this."

Chapter 1: Second thoughts
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I do not own Harry Potter or the characters affiliated with that story. I only own the  characters of Izeil  and Adrian.  I  wouldn't  want J.K. Rowling coming  to my  house  and  kicking my butt.

Author's Note: This chapter is all From Draco's Point of View.

Chapter1: Second Thoughts

    Draco gazed out of his bedroom window at the garden area of Malfoy Manor. Thoughts ran vigorously in his head.
Was he right? How did he know? How can he be sure of me? Is it all a trick? There was so much I wanted to ask him.

    His room illuminated as sunlight came in. Draco was so lost in thought that the light didn't seem to bother him. He then shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of that fateful night.


" Draco, I know you can't do this. It's not in your heart." Dumbledore said calmly.
" How do you know? I can do whatever I want, you're cornered." Draco replied.
" You may have me at your mercy Draco, but a true killer would have done it without any hesitation whatsoever."
    Draco's wand hand shook a little, his cheeks had silent tears running down them.
" He'll kill my mother if I don't do it. He'll kill me!"
" We can protect both of you more than you could ever imagine."
    Dumbledore looked warmly into Draco's eyes, as if trying to tell him it was all true.
"I...I can't. He'll kill me!"
" You must trust me are nothing like your father. You won't kill anyone."
    Draco pointed his and at Dumbledore to show him that he was wrong. He looked into the old man's twinkling eyes and realized all he said was true.
" I...I...I CAN'T DO IT!" Draco completely broke down, tears streaming down his face.
    Dumbledore put a weak hand on his shoulder." I knew you weren't as bad as you might think."

In a matter of seconds someone burst into the tower.Whoever it was, they pushed Draco and Dumbledore roughly apart. Draco looked up from the floor at the person.
It was Snape. He was looking back at Draco with a death glare.
" Worthless boy> You're weak. You can't even follow a simple order."
    Snape brandished his wand and ppointed it at Dumbledore." AVADA KEDAVRA!!"
" NOOOO!"  Draco yelled, then everything went black.


    I didn't want to do it. I know that it's mostly my fault. Damn my father and damn him for having me live up to his ridiculous expectations. This is total bullshit! I never wanted any of this. We lost probably the nicest man and most powerful wizard ever because of a stupidass that calls himself Voldemort.

    There is one thing I will never forget that night though...his kind words. He said them with such warmth and care that he awoke in me something that I thought my father stamped away years humanity.

I owe Dumbledore now. Hell with the pureblood shit. I never wanted to follow them anyway. I have to start new now. If there's one thing my mother taught me is that you treat people the way you want to be treated. There was one thing I had to do first.

Draco paced back and forth. His room was so large that this was an easy thing.

I know now what I must do. I need to gain the trust of the people who I so wrongfully tortured and bullied. The Golden Trio, who I was raised to hate because one was a blood traitor, one was the reason Voldemort died years ago, and the know-it-all mudblood. I might have to work extra hard to gain their trust.

It's going to be a long year.

End of chapter one. I think my last story sucked but I'm here trying again. Please read, review, skip, ignore, validate, or throw in the trash because I'll keep trying till I get it right.

Chapter 2: Grimmauld Place
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It wasn't his fault...

Yes it was, all of it...

He didn't  mean for it to end this way...

He knew what he was doing...

Snape was the one who killed him...

Draco helped...he knew it would happen...

He didn't, he didn't know...

Keep telling yourself that...

    Harry bolted upright, looking around frantically. He was in his room at Grimmauld Place. He had moved in a few weeks after the headmaster's death. The good thing is that he had company, Ron and Hermione were able to move in with him.

    Harry was sweating heavily. He was dreaming of that horrible night. The night that will change his life forever. He threw off his covers and put on a pair of shorts, he couldn't just walk around the house in boxers...could he?(Ladies?)

    He quietly opened his bedroom door, thankfully he woke no one up. Ron was a zombie when he's woken up early and Hermione was as mean as a banshee when her beauty sleep is disturbed. Harry tip-toed down the stairs and to the living room. He tried to be as quiet as possible but he was still a little groggy and his toe hit the outer leg of the couch.


    It came out faster than he could cover his mouth. He heard a door open.

"Harry, Harry is that you?" a soft voice came from the top of the stairs.

Damn it, I woke her up. I'm really gonna get it now...stupid couch.

    A heavy eyed Hermione came in the room. "There you are, Harry."
She was wearing pink pajama pants and a loose white cotton t-shirt. She placed her hands on her hips, like a mother ready to scold her child.

"What am I gonna do with you, Harry?"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't go back to sleep."
"I'm not suprised. It's a miracle that you have even slept at all."
"Umm, do you want anything to eat? I was on my way to the kitchen."
"No thank you Harry, I'm gonna go back to bed." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "You try to get some sleep too, ok, it's going past 2 am."

    Hermione gave Harry a hug and a small kiss on his cheek, then disappeared up the stairs back to her room.

    Wow...she didn't even yell at me. She must have been really tired.

    Harry sighed and took a package of turkey out of the fridge and a couple slices of bread out of the bread bin. Mayo would have ruled but there was none.
Eh, mustard will's the next best thing on gobbler sandwiches.

    As Harry ate his sandwich, his mind wandered off.

"No, don't do it!" The words never came out of his mouth.
"I'll kill you, Snape! You son of a bitch!"

    Harry snapped out of his daze. He was trembling. What just lasted for a moment felt like forever.

    No longer hungry, Harry threw his unfinished sandwich in the rubbish bin. He went into the living room and lay on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling until sleep overcame him.

    Hopefully things would be better in the morning.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. jk rowling owns it all( I think)

A/N: Sorry about the wait. I heavily edit my chapters till they sound right. But if it sucks anyway...please review and tell me, it helps us writers alot.

Next chapter...An appearance by none other than Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 3: My father the Hero...sort of
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     You're doing fine...

No I'm not, they're never going to forgive me...

     Try harder, you can do it...belive in yourself...

How? no one believes in me...

     I do, I always have...

Who are you...?

     Draco Malfoy stood on the balcony outside his room at Malfoy Manor. He had been up for hours. He stared blankly at the ground below, wondering what it was that kept him up. It was dawn, the sun was rising to the left of where he was. A beutiful view...but Draco was still puzzled about last night. 

     How could he have known?
     Why is he helping me after all this time?


    Ehh...let me sleep...

     Don't you listen asshole? I said I want to sleep...

     Get up now, I don't have much time...
     Draco angrily threw the covers off his bed. Punching his pillow, he screamed,
" I can't get any sleep in this fucking house!" It was then he heard a familiar voice at the edge of his bed.

     I know what you mean, son...

    Draco turned and saw his father, Lucius, at the foot of his massive bed. Something was wrong though...Lucius was supposedly in Azkaban, yet he was there and in transparent form. 

     "What are you doing here father? If the Ministry finds out you've escaped, it will be all our necks."

      "I had to come son, It's the last thing I do before I go."
      "Go where?"

     "I can't tell you...not yet."
      "Explain why you are here then."

     "Don't play into this Voldemort bullshit Draco, I found out too late and in the hardest way possible. My arrogance cost me the things I care about most. Don't let that happen to you. Seek out Potter and his friends, I know they can help you. After all...Potter did beat the Dark Lord several times, nobody that has ever lived has done that. It's too late for me to get my redemption, but it isn't too late for you."

     "What do you mean father?"

     " I have accepted my fate as a Deatheater and muggle killer...but you can make a difference Draco, the first Malfoy to turn good."
     "You say it like it's going to be easy."

     It's anything but that my son. It's going to be hard...but the outcome will be worth the struggle."
     "I don't know if I can do it."

     " I have faith in you son, I believe you can. Look inside yourself and find the strength. Don't forget...a Malfoy never gives up."
      Draco let out a small chuckle. He was right in that aspect.

     "You should remember this Draco...evil often wins...but it seldom conquers. I wish that I could go back and change what I have done. I've spent countless nights laying there and reliving the terrible things I have done to the people that were different than me. Ruining families was fun for me back it's all nothing but a continuous nightmare, one that I'll have to endure for eternity."
     "If you regret it now father...doesn't that mean you've changed too?

     "It's too late for me, son. Go to them, prove your resolve and be what no Malfoy has ever dreamed of being...good. I say this as my last request. Farewell my son. I had trouble expressing it when I was alive...but I never once stopped loving you, or your mother."
      "Wait, don't go!"

     "I have to son, my time in this workd has ended...but yours is just getting started. With that said...Lay back down you'll need to get up in a little while."
     "I thought I was awake already. Are you telling me this is all a dream?"

      "It may or may not be. To tell you the are dreaming."
      And with that, Lucius Malfoy fades away, but not before giving Draco a wink and a wave goodbye.


      Draco finally realized what kept him up. He had a job to do, and as his father told him, "A Malfoy never gives up." He doesn't plan to anytime soon.

A/N: Thanks to all the people that reviewed this story. You kick butt. If you or anybody else doesn't like this chapter, let me know and I can change it. It's what the readers want is what I tell me what you want what you really really want.

Harry Potter and all affiliates are trademarks of warner brothers and JK Rowling.
And don't you forget it. PEACE!


Chapter 4: Starting Over
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Draco didn't know what to do, he looked everywhere. Nothing. Not a sign of them. Madam Malkin's,no. Fortesque's,no. Honeydukes,not there either. It was both frustrating and relieving at the same time. He wanted to ask for help...but he didn't know what to expect when he found them. Where are they?

Draco shook his head."What the hell am I scared for? I'm a Malfoy!"
He said to himself. "Ah, fuck it. Just because I have that name don't mean shit, I'm nervous as hell."
As he sulked around he wasn't paying attention to what was ahead of him. He felt a skull ringing moment of pain and then a growl.
"Watch where you're going, ferret.!"
Draco looked up rubbing the top of his head.
"Sorry, it's not that I MEANT to run into you, I didn't see you."
He paused. It was Potter and his sidekicks. Having a fight in his mind on whether or not to run away, Draco stood to his full height as if to try and scare them or let them know he was serious.

As he caught their collective stare, it unnerved him. What the hell are they staring at? A few seconds later, he realized they were staring at HIM. He never apologized before, to none of them, yet here he was in front of the three people who he had made their lives a living hell...actually said sorry.

"Umm...err...ahh..." Draco stammered. Way to start a conversation.

"This is real awkward." Harry said running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah...I'd better go..." Draco replied turning away. I don't think I can do this.


Draco sighed and turned back.
"What Potter?"

He said it with so much casualness in his voice that even Ron looked at him strangely. Hermione just stood next to Harry with her arms folded across her chest as if she's waiting to see what Malfoy was up to.

"What are you doing in Diagon Alley running around like a maniac? I've had four or five different shops telling me YOU were looking for me. How come?"

"I don't know how to say this...but I need your help."

Hermione hmmphed and snapped"How do we know that this isn't some sort of trick? What if he's leading us into a trap set by his DEAR old Death Eater daddy? How...?"

Draco furiously cut her off.
"I don't think it's any of your business but my DEAR old dad died in Azkaban a few months ago! He came to me in one of my dreams and told me to get help, and you were the ones I thought of!"

As Hermione stood in shock of Draco yelling at her, Harry stepped in.
"Why did you think of us? We are nothing to you." It's now or never.

"I may have been a bit of a prat growing up but I have had time to learn from my mistakes. I never wanted to hate you, Harry, my father forced me to look down on anyone who wasn't pureblooded. I never wanted or meant to hurt you, it was a safety net from the constant Crucio curses my father gave me. I couldn't withstand the pain. So understand right now...I never hated any of you."

With the last three words that came out of his mouth, Draco looked at Harry, Ron, and then he stopped on Hermione. His grayblue eyes showing remorse and sincerity. He had meant what he said. In his heart...Draco couldn't hate anybody who didn't deserve it.

Not wanting to look at Draco Malfoy straight in the eyes, Hermione turned hers on Harry as if waiting for an answer to which they would help Draco.

Harry ran a hand through his hair again.
"You didn't hate us?"

"No, It was a mask to cover up my pain. whenever I would say something about any of you (looks at Hermione) especially you My father would say that I was soft in letting a mudblood get better grades than me.(looks at Hermione again) I deeply regret ever calling you that, just so you know.(goes back to Harry) I never liked the caused me great pain to say it. But I had to. I understand if you don't want to help me given the fact I've been an asshole for these 6 or so years, but I mean every word. I'm sorry. Now if you'll excuse me..." Tears welled up in Draco's eyes.  I can't let them see me cry.

As he started to turn away, Draco looked into the trio's eyes one more time. They just stood there and said nothing. Except Hermione, she had silent tears running down her face. He fought the urge to wipe them off her beautiful face.

Harry followed Draco's eyes and realized that Hermione was crying silently behind them. Ron noticed too and offered his shirt. She gave a tearful laugh and wiped her tears on his sleeve. When she was done, she looked at both of them and nodded her head, Ron did the same.

"Okay, it's decided..." Harry began turning back to Draco.

"We will help you because we believe that you are a good man. You showed all of us today that you have a heart. Follow it like I follow mine."

And with that said, Harry and Draco clasped hands as if sealing a pact.
Ron put his hand on Draco's shoulder. " I'll tell you all I know at your house...Harry."

Harry chuckled and they started to walk towards the field near the Shrieking Shack. Harry noticed that they were down one person. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione in tha same place she was the whole time. "You comin' or what Herms?"

With a great sob, Hermione ran fullbore to the boys and did something that none of them, especially Draco, would ever forget.

She hugged him.

AN: Sorry about the long wait my friends, editing is a bitch when you got writer's block. I hope you like this chapter because it was fun to write. If any of you readers and reviewers have any ideas to make my story better, let me know...I can take it. Peace, love and nachos. Later.

Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' 'cept the clothes on my back and the gas in my car. Harry Potter and it's affiliates are trademarks of JK Rowling and Warner Bros.