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A New Direction

4/?

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They were in there, having one of the most important conversations they had had in recent times, and they were excluding him. The one who was gifted with the responsibility to ensure they all lived. And they had locked him out, and that door wasn't budging. So he was stuck out in the corridor, pacing up in front of the door, throwing a heady glare at the door from time to time, just to show his displeasure. The Twins were in there! Why the hell couldn't he? He had as much, if not more right than those two to be in there, Peruvian Darkness Powder anyone?

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her seat, her eyes following his every move. If he wasn't so mad, he would tell her to stop, he just couldn't be bothered.

"They'll be out soon Harry," she said quietly, "We'll know soon what is happening."

He scoffed, "You said that ten minutes ago Hermione."

"Yeah, well I meant it then, and I mean it now."

He rolled his eyes, and kept walking.

"It's good that's taking them so long," she said, getting up and walking up to him, "It means they are really thinking about it, not rushing to judgment, and making a hasty decision."

"A bad decision would be listening to anything that slime-ball has to say," he spat, "Spinning them a line and a half he will be, I should be in there."

"Please be reasonable," Hermione said, "You told us what happened up there, he didn't do it. Professor Snape did, don't hold what he did against him. He was just trying to protect his family, his mother, you understand that don't you Harry?"

Trust Hermione, to bring that up, doing whatever it takes to protect your family, killing or dying to keep them safe. "Yes I do, I still don't trust the slimy ferret."

"Alright then," she smiled, "Will you sit down now? You're making me a wee bit dizzy watching you pace back and forth."

The door opened behind Hermione at that moment, and out stalked Malfoy, with Parkinson dashing after him, throwing barely a glance in their direction. The sound of a suit of armour crashing to the ground came up to them. Hermione looked at Harry, her eyes wide, he wondered what the hell had happened to make Malfoy lose his cool.

Mrs. Weasley, and Professor McGonagall came out a moment later, "Ah, here you are," Mrs. Weasley said.

"What's going to happen?" Harry asked urgently, "With Malfoy."

"We've decided," McGonagall began, "To grant Mr Malfoy a safe harbour if you will."

"You are keeping him from Voldemort," Hermione said quietly, "So is he on our side, or are you just making that decision for him?"

"Whether is on our side or not doesn't matter Miss Granger, he isn't on Voldemort's, and as a student of Hogwarts it is my responsibility to keep him safe," she said.

"And how are you going to do that?" Harry asked.

"He's staying with us, as well as Miss Parkinson," Mrs. Weasley said.

"What!" Ron shouted.

"Keep your voice down Ronald," she scolded, "You have no say in this matter. Now I'll see you all at the Floo in half an hour, enough time to get your things together."

Harry turned back to Ron and Hermione, Ron looked as though he wanted to kill something, rather viciously, while Hermione had a very thoughtful expression on her face.

"This is going to be interesting," she said.

"Most definitely," he muttered.

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To be continued...