Hello readers,

For all of you who have seen this chapter before, this story has been copied and will be continued by me with permission from serpentsattire, I recommend you read her fics! She deserves credit for the first chapter of this story which she has deemed will be Draco/Harry slash. If this bothers you, my apologies, but nobody is forcing you to read this story.

 Spoilers:  This is rewrite from page 746 of OOtP, spoilers for all five books up to page 746 of OOtP. o_O obviously. Turn back now or forever hold your peace.

Disclaimer: **Waves magic wand** I now OWN Harry Potter!! It's mine! All of it is MINE. The movies, the books…the action figures where you can cut Hermione's hair and it magically grows back! It's all mine… MUAHAHAHA (Enter men in white coats) what are you doing? **screams** It's mine!

Whoops, wrong disclaimer…I do not own Harry Potter. JKR does, and she is doing a fabulous job. I am simply insane.

Chapter One:

"You are forcing me, Potter… I do not want to," said Umbridge, still moving restlessly on the spot. "But sometimes circumstances justify the use… I am sure the Minister will understand that I had no choice…."

Millicent Bulstrode was watching her with a hungry expression on her face.

"The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue," said Umbridge quietly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Malfoy's grin falter. The fair-haired Slytherin prince seemed stunned at his Headmistress' words. For the first time in his life, Harry felt he shared something in common with Draco Malfoy.

"No!" shrieked Hermione. "Professor Umbridge, it's illegal!" But Umbridge took no notice. There was a nasty, eager, excited look on her face that Harry had never seen before. She raised her wand, and lazily pointed it at different parts of his body, as thought trying to decide which area would hurt the most.

"Yes," she said softly. "What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him. He never knew it was I who ordered the Dementors after Potter last summer, but he was thrilled to have the chance to expel him, all the same. Pity he had to wriggle his way out of it."

"That was you?!" gasped Harry. "You sent the Dementors after me?"

This seemed to snap Professor Umbridge out of her daze, and she glared spitefully at Harry.

"Somebody had to shut you up, and naturally, I was the one who had to do it," she aimed her small, short wand at Harry's forehead. The anger on her face vanished, and was instead replaced by a somewhat happy look.

"You won't get away this time, Potter. This time, you will pay for telling lies." Her eyes widened in excitement, and she inhaled deeply.


Draco's P.O.V.

I could not believe my ears when I heard Umbridge's words.

"The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue,"

I listened in fascinated horror as Granger attempted to change the professor's mind, to convince her not to harm Potter. I listened as Umbridge confessed to attempting to silence Potter in the worst possible way imaginable. And I watched as she pointed her sorry excuse for a wand at different areas on the Boy-Who-Lived's body, searching for the place where the curse would cause the most pain.

And yet I did nothing.

And then it happened. Dolores Umbridge turned from the sweet, caring DADA professor into a minion of the Dark Lord. I stared wide-eyed as Harry Potter fell to the ground, writhing in pain as the curse took effect. And it all changed.

I got a taste of what Death Eaters did. I saw it through the actions of a ministry official. If someone who wasn't a follower of Lord Voldemort could torture an innocent boy for something as insignificant as using a fire that wasn't his, then what did the Death Eaters do to Muggles and Muggle-born?

If this was what the future had in store for me, I didn't want it. I didn't want to be a Death Eater. I didn't want to hurt innocent people. I didn't want to hurt Potter.

I never thought I would change my mind. I had sworn on the first day of our first year, when he rejected my friendship, that I would be enemies with Harry Potter, and would never help him.

Sometimes, changes are for the better.

So, gripping Potter's wand in my hand, I took a step forward.

Harry's P.O.V.

I seriously was not prepared for it.

Even as she uttered the horrible words that I knew would be followed by intense pain, I didn't believe she would do it.

Somewhere in my subconscious, I could hear my friends crying out to me, shouting at Umbridge as the Cruciatus flowed through my body.

For some reason, the pain her curse was emitting was far worse than Voldemort's had been. Maybe it was because she had it aimed at my head.

I sighed as the darkness slowly surrounded me, ignoring Umbridge's shouted questions. Did she honestly think that I could speak through the pain of the curse? Or that a little bit of pain was going to get me to reveal the location of my godfather?

She really is a toad.

"Stupefy!" a vaguely familiar voice cried out. The next instant, the waves of pain stopped, and I relaxed on the ground.

End Harry's P.O.V.



Hermione screamed.

What else could she do? The boy she had practically considered her brother lay on the floor, not moving an inch, and Draco Malfoy currently had a wand aimed in her direction.

"Let her go, Millicent," he growled. Hermione could feel the Slytherin's grip loosen on her in surprise.

"What?" she whispered, obviously surprised. But Malfoy did not bother to repeat himself, and instead turned towards the others.

"Let them go, and then get out of here," Crabbe and Goyle did so immediately, throwing Ron and Neville to the ground. They took a moment to glare at their retreating captors before rushing to Harry's side.

Blaise, however, looked at him oddly.

"What are you doing, Drake?" he asked softly. Malfoy merely shook his head.

"Just trust me, Zabini. Let the Weaselette go," he replied. Shrugging, the dark haired Slytherin obeyed.

"I hope you know what you're doing, boss."

Malfoy smirked slightly. "I believe I do, Blaise," without turning around, he added, "Unless you want to join the toad, Bulstrode, I suggest you do as I told you," his voice was dangerous again. A small whimper was heard, and then the soft slap of footsteps as Hermione Granger joined her housemates around her fallen friend.

Draco subtly studied them as the Muggle-born witch checked Harry. While his carefully neutral poker face revealed nothing, but his eyes told differently. He was concerned.

Suddenly, Hermione looked up at him, her face stricken.

"He's not breathing!"

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