ANYTHING YOU RECOGNISE BELONGS TO LADY ROWLING. I'M JUST AN ADMIRER WHO OFTEN FANTASIZES…..!

CHAPTER ONE: CHOICES AND NEW BEGINNINGS.

It all began with choice… a choice given to a man on the brink of losing everything… a choice given by Light to Dark… a choice which marked a new beginning… a choice given by Albus Dumbledore to Draco Malfoy on that fateful night, where young Malfoy was supposed to kill the Headmaster.

Draco was always taught by his father that this world would be a better place if all the muggles and mudbloods would be removed. But recently when, his father was subdued by the Dark Lord, and his mother was constantly tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, Draco had no choice but to rethink his beliefs.

If the Dark Lord was torturing the purebloods and didn't hesitate to kill them, then it only meant that Lord Voldemort never gave any crap about the pureblood notion that he was running his campaign on. He was, after all, the Dark Lord who wanted to boss around the world and claim it to be his.

This opened Draco's eyes and he thought, that maybe, they all were backing the wrong side. As far as he knew, Dumbledore might be an old coot but he never killed and, Draco admitted grudgingly, did greater deeds and worked for the welfare of the wizarding world. He decided that it was time for a terror free world.

He accepted Dumbledore's offer that night, unknown to the fact that a boy with a certain lightening shaped scar was a witness to all this, because the moment he chose to change alliances, the door opened to reveal his fellow death eaters, and very soon the old Headmaster was killed by Draco's old Potions Master.

Draco watched with disbelief the entire scene and he somehow was left behind as he saw his aunt cackling madly. His entire promise was wasted, now there was no one who knew that he wanted to change sides. His last hope had tumbled down the astronomy tower, with a ruthless surety that the savior of the world was gone… and now there was no one who could save them.

Draco, never knew how his knees gave out, but he was kneeling at the top of the astronomy tower and the thoughts of this last term came into his mind… he was being branded by the dark mark in the big ceremony, going to Borgin and Burkes, being given the task by the Dark Lord himself, watching the snakelike face with no nose and slit like pupils and the bright red eyes that flashed with pleasure as he tortured Lucius Malfoy, imperiousing Madame Rosemerta and the incident with Katie Bell, his fight with Potter where he was almost killed, then finally he was successful with the Vanishing Cabinet, the hope he had for the first time since this all started as Dumbledore gave him a lifeline but all been snatched away mercilessly as he saw Dumbledore fall…

Tears were falling down his face and a gut wrenching sob escaped him as he once again felt all that dread, that has been consuming him envelop him once again. He had nothing left now… Draco was cocooned in his grief and dread that he didn't notice the rustlings behind him.

Harry Potter had heard each and everything… though the fact that Dumbledore was killed had numbed his already frozen heart he couldn't put aside the fact that Malfoy had switched sides, rather than killing Dumbledore. His suspicions were confirmed when Malfoy had shown Dumbledore his mark. Harry closed his eyes, but the pain wouldn't go. Pain was a part of him, pain was what he was made of, but this switch had somehow proved Dumbledore's word… "There is always good behind evil". No matter what, this was Dumbledore's last wish, and he would sure enough carry it out. Harry removed his cloak, and stood behind Malfoy.

"Malfoy" he said in an expressionless voice.

Malfoy turned around with his wand raised, and his eyes widened as he saw Harry standing there with his wand raised.

"I didn't kill-"he started but was cut off.

"I know. I heard everything. There is no time. Take this cloak, and fetch your parents. You will be given what you want." Harry said holding out his arm with cloak in it. Malfoy was looking at him with suspicion.

"Why?" he said forcefully, loathe taking Harry's help.

"Because it's right. Hurry up, I know Voldemort is somewhere near, so he wouldn't be watching your parents. Take them and go to number twelve grimmauld place, London. It's the headquarters of the Order of Phoenix. We will meet there." Harry said and Malfoy took the cloak but Harry didn't let the cloak go. Malfoy looked at him stonily.

"This is your chance Malfoy; don't ruin it by changing ranks again." Harry said with a hard expression. Malfoys were very proud people but the curt nod he gave Harry might be considered as a thank you. From there the two hurried down and parted ways… Harry to fight and Malfoy to rescue his parents, thus beginning a new alliance with the Light and marking the betrayal with the Dark.

- To say that everyone was shocked would be the understatement of the millennium. The Malfoys were with Voldemort ever since the commencement of The Knights of Walpurgis, but nobody in their wildest dreams would have thought that they would abandon, or rather leave Voldemort's inner circle because they saw Light.

After Dumbledore's funeral, each and every member of the Order save Harry came to Grimmauld Place, for questioning the Malfoys. Technically, the elders were responsible for the ongoing of the Order and its mission but it was Harry who had the reigns now. He told the Kingsley, Minerva, Lupin and Mr. Weasley about Malfoy and their chosen path and they decided to check them thoroughly. After veritaserum and an unbreakable vow later, the Malfoys were the Order members.

It was clear that the Weasleys hated Malfoys and vice versa, but now that they were together on the same side, everyone had put aside their grudge saving a few .

Hermione came down after her nap to find voices, angry voices coming from kitchen. She quickly went over there to find Ron purple in the face shouting at a very livid looking Draco, who was also unnaturally pink in the face.

"ONCE A DEATH EATER ALWAYS A DEATH EATER… YOU THINK WE DON'T EXPECT YOU TO TURN BACK ON US. YOU ARE JUST A COWARD WHO CAME TO OUR SIDE BECAUSE YOU KNEW WE WERE GAINING POWER OVER THE DARK" Ron bellowed.

"Oh please. I really don't give a damn about what you think." Sneered Draco.

"THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE. YOU SHOULD JUST SHOVE IT UP YOUR….-"

"STOP IT" screamed Hermione at the top of her voice, and both of them looked at her like she was a vampire.

"Are you both bloody insane. Can't you just give it a rest?" she asked furiously.

"But he...he-"spluttered Ron

"I don't care who started it. You both should know your places." She said taking a step towards both of them and turned on Ron.

"Aren't you supposed to help? And what are you doing… fighting like petulant children." Hermione yelled at the top of her voice and Ron grew purple in face with anger.

"Are you forgetting that they used to call you mudblood every opportunity they got?" he demanded. All three of them were unaware of the fact, that every inhabitant of number twelve grimmauld place was by now assembled in the kitchen watching them, but not interfering. Lucius was looking stony, Narcissa was looking with sadness in her face, Remus and Tonks were wearing frowns, Molly and Arthur were looking very astounded, the Weasley kids were looking troubled as to support whom, but the one who showed any favor as to what Hermione was saying was the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.

'Yes Ronald. I never did forget, but the fact is that they 'used to'. They are on our sides. We are together whether you like it or not. Accept the fact that Malfoys joined us before the downfall of Voldemort." There was collective intake of breath in the kitchen but nobody paid any attention.

"In case you haven't noticed, let me remind you, Draco and Lucius have proved themselves by joining the guard while bringing Harry, and they were also hurt. They are now Voldemort's number one priority, because they betrayed him. Does this not tell you anything?" she demanded looking demented. She was actually very pissed off and to top it off hearing Ron say that every time was getting to her. It was after these fourteen days that she blew her top. Ron looked quite scared.

"Narcissa has been nothing but helpful, healing wounds, taking care of Order matters and helping Molly. This is war and if you keep turning on the ones on your side then we will lose." She screamed and immediate silence was followed by her statement.

"She is right." Said Harry and all three heads whipped to him and for the first time they noticed their audience.

"Ron, this is the time to join forces not suspect them. No matter how they have been in the past, the Malfoys are now with us. Accept it." Said Harry and Hermione threw him a grateful glance. Finally this gibberish would end, she thought.

Everybody nodded their consent and Ron gave one loathsome glare to Malfoy and stalked out of the room. Some things are never going to change she thought, and looked at Harry. She knew that there too much poison between Malfoys and Weasleys but if the other Weasleys could leave all that behind them, then so could Ron, but he was rather extra thick skulled than the others, Hermione thought with a glimmer of amusement.

"How I wish I could just erase the whole complication." Hermione said with passion. Each and every fiber of her being wishing for it to be true.

"I know and I can understand what you mean." Said Harry somberly placing a hand on her shoulder as he watched everyone file out of the room one by one.

But little did Hermione knew that the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black was the home to many dark but brilliant witches and wizards, who have left their signature on the house, and as soon as she wished, her words invoked the magic that had been stored in the very foundations. Soon very soon, she would be granted what she wished for and there would be nothing stopping her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEW PLOT. NO TIME TURNER, NO SPELL OR CHARM BUT ANCIENT MAGIC AND HERMIONE IS THROWN BACK TO THE ROOT OF HER PROBLEM.

TIME TRAVEL WILL BE IN NEXT CHAPTER. PLEASE DO REVIEW.