Author: lessthangreat, aka Jeri
Pairing: None, so I'll list...
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, various members of the Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: Jo Rowling owns it all. I only wish I did.
Notes: This is AU, as Draco is in Gryffindor in this story. Let me know if you like it and I'll post the next chapter. :-)
Summary: Draco was a fourth year Gryffindor when he met Sirius Black. Immediately seeing himself in Draco, Sirius arranges for his rescue from the Malfoy Manor the following summer. How is a Malfoy supposed to spend all summer in a small house full of Aurors and Order members?
When Draco opened his eyes, it was still pitch black in his bedroom. “Still dark outside,” he mumbled hoarsely to his pillow. Despite the constant lectures he received from his parents about how horrible of a son he was for being sorted into Gryffindor (as if he’d had a say in the matter), he’d learned by his second year to ignore them and normally had no trouble sleeping when he was at the Manor. And even though his fourth year at Hogwarts had ended on a rather horrific note with the death of Cedric Diggory and the return of the Dark Lord, he’d somehow managed to sleep through the night, every night, for the past three weeks of his summer holidays. But barely had the inquiry as to what had awakened him crossed his groggy mind, when his eyes were shut again and he was drifting back to sleep.
Rest had almost once more fully engulfed him when he heard a crash of metal against his wall. His eyes open again, he scrambled to a sitting position, heart pounding and mind racing with possible sources of the sound before he could realized that he couldn’t see anything through the blackness of his room. Apparently, somebody else couldn’t either.
“Bloody hell, Remus, I can’t see a thing,” said a female voice from the foot of his bed.
“You’ll have woken him up by now,” came the familiar, comforting voice of Draco’s old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. “Lumos.”
Suddenly Draco could see the faces of the two people standing by his bed, only one of which he knew. “Wow, you and Sirius were right,” said the young woman, who had vibrant turquoise hair and a heart-shaped face. “He looks just like Lucius.”
Draco’s mouth was hanging open dumbly, but he could think of a thing to say, which is why he was glad when Lupin spoke up. “Hello, Draco,” he said. “Sorry to, uh, barge in like this.”
“What are you doing here?” Draco asked, finally finding his voice.
“We’re here to sort of kidnap you,” said Lupin with a smile.
“More like rescue you,” said the girl disdainfully.
“We’re taking you back with us,” Lupin said again.
“Taking me back with you…where?”
“Headquarters,” said the woman.
“Who are you?”
“Oh, of course, I’m sorry, Draco,” said Lupin hurriedly. “This is Nymphadora—“
“Just Tonks, Remus, how many times have I told you?”
“—Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only.”
“You would too if your mother had named you Nymphadora.”
“She’s an Auror.”
“Yes, well, better start packing up your things then, Draco,” said Tonks brightly. “I’ll help.” With that, she began waving her wand wildly around the room. Draco watched as his robes, schoolbooks, and clothes zoomed through the air and into his trunk by his bedside, which had magically opened. While his possessions were being quite unceremoniously dropped into the trunk, he looked confusedly at Lupin.
“H—how did you get in here without my parents hearing?”
“Oh, they’ve been temporarily deafened,” Lupin answered, a gleam in his eye. “But don’t worry, that’ll wear off by morning.”
“And…won’t they wonder where I am if I’ve just…disappeared?”
“They’re under the impression that you’ve been invited by a Ministry official to participate in a summer internship program there. Very prestigious, a wonderful opportunity for you, et cetera, et cetera.”
“But…my father…he goes to the Ministry all the time—“
“We fixed that too,” said Tonks as she closed the trunk (Draco fleetingly noticed the arm of a school robe hanging limply out of it), smiling at him. “Have no fear. They won’t be worrying about you.”
Draco blinked again. “Oh,” he stammered. “Well, that’s…good…I suppose.”
“Are you going to get out of bed?” asked Remus slowly. Draco could tell that he was trying to hide the concern in his voice. He’d heard him speak to Potter that way all too much during their third year.
“Oh, yes,” Draco said, tossing his sheets over and swinging his legs to the other side of his bed. He stood up awkwardly, only just then remembering that he was in his bedclothes. He walked hurriedly to his closet and pulled out normal clothing, masterfully changing wardrobes without baring much skin to his visitors.
“Excellent,” said Tonks when Draco turned to face them. “We’ll be Apparating. You’re not old enough, of course, but you can hold onto me.”
“We have protection wards,” Draco said, furrowing his brow. “Like Hogwarts. Nobody can Apparate in or out of the manor or the grounds.”
“We took care of that as well,” said Remus with an expression that very plainly stated its involvement in hiding a mischievous smile.
“How do you think we got in here? Now grab your trunk and hold on to my arm,” instructed Tonks.
Draco did as he was told, and after a long, unpleasant moment that involved the feeling of a jerk behind his navel, he opened his eyes to see a long, dirty building.
Remus thrust a slip of parchment into his hands. “Read and memorize this.”
“The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.” The writing seemed vaguely familiar to Draco, but before he could consider this, Tonks was telling him to think about what he’d just read.
And there – between number eleven and number thirteen – appeared a door marked as number twelve.