The Marauders' Sons

Draco Malfoy was not one to trust. The two people in the world whom he was supposed to trust more than any others, his mother and father, were the two people in the world whom he trusted the least. He would rather go to St. Potter than either of them. He did, however, trust his godfather, Severus. Severus was always the one he turned to, and he always helped him out, even if he didn't approve. Despite popular opinion, Severus did not approve of the attacks on Potter. He had no problem with verbal abuse, but any time he heard of any plans to physically hurt Potter, like at the end of the previous year after the Department of Mysteries, he put a stop to it. He never made his punishments of Draco public, rare though they were; he still put his foot down then. Severus was even the one to teach Draco Occlumency, because he knew what it was like to have an evil, abusive, father. In short, Severus might as well have been his father; he was certainly doing a much better job than Lucius.

Draco also knew more about Severus than even Severus knew. Draco was never fooled for a second when he heard that Severus was a spy on Dumbledore for the Dark Lord. Severus was like him, all for Pureblood pride, but the mindless obedience to a psychopath like the Dark Lord just didn't make sense to him either. Draco was positive that Severus was spying for Dumbledore. While he didn't much like his Headmaster, he knew that he was Draco's best chance. If Voldemort won, there would be no freedom at all for anyone who was not on the front lines with him, and Draco's ego would never allow him to take the Mark.

When he heard tell that his father had escaped from Azkaban, Draco decided that it was time to take some action against him. He now had his chance to restore the former glory of the Malfoy family. He wanted to help along the fall of the Dark Lord, so that is why he found himself outside Severus's office at eleven o'clock at night.

"Professor Snape, sir?" he asked as he opened the door, "I know you have a rule about this, but I wanted to talk with Severus."

Severus had made it very clear when he got into Hogwarts that when they were there, he was Professor Snape and Professor Snape alone.

"You know my rule, Mr. Malfoy," Snape thought it a good idea to say Mr. Malfoy instead of Draco, so as to reinforce the point.

"I know, sir, but this is about the Dark Lord, and I really need to talk to Severus."

"Very well, Draco," Snape responded with a small smile. Draco was the closest he would ever come to having a son, so if it was this important, he felt he had no choice. He had always found it harder to deny the boy, well, more so than others.

"Severus, I know that you are a spy."

It was a small, simple, sentence, but it would change the course of so many lives that its enormity had to be mentioned.

"Draco! Do not mention this here! You do not know who could be listening!" Severus was very torn when he heard this come from Draco's mouth. Oh no, he knows who I am really working for. I hate to do it, but I may have to kill him...Damn him for being so fucking smart! Maybe I can do some damage control...

"I know that you know why I am still here, but never mention this again! You never know who could be listening!"

If you were standing outside Snape's office at this very moment and listened had enough, you could here a slight chuckle. Not allowing Draco and Snape's meeting to slip by his watch, Tom cast a strong barrier charm on the Sixth Year Gryffindor boys' dormitory, and with his Invisibility Cloak, he ran to the dungeons. God bless Fred and George, he thought, as he slid an Extendable Ear under the door and listened with interest to what the two were saying. This could make my life a whole lot easier if Malfoy is gonna do what I think he is gonna do...

"I mean I know that you are working for Dumbledore, and I want to help," Draco couldn't help but smile at the look of utter shock and relief on Severus's face.

"What?"

"I have known for a while that you work for Dumbledore against the Dark Lord and I want to help you win the war. He and my father have ruined the name Malfoy, the way he bows before him is embarrassing. I want to redeem my family and defeat the Death Eaters as much as you do, maybe more. I am all for putting the Purebloods in charge to preserve our way of life, but the slaughter of our own and the pointless killing of Muggles, Muggles who would never even know about us, only hurts the cause. I want to be a spy."

"NO!!!"

Severus was very proud of Draco for choosing the right side, even for less than saintly reasons. He had always hoped that he could save him from his fate of being Marked, but he was not going to allow him to turn spy.

"I cannot and will not allow you to spy. There are too many dangers involved and as your godfather I refuse to allow you to put yourself in the position to be tortured by the Dark Lord, or worse," he shuddered at this, the mere thought of seeing Draco twitching on the ground and screaming was almost to much for him to bear.

"I know the risks, and I have been hit with the Cruciatus before."

At this, Snape's former fear had turned to a blinding fury.

"YOU MEAN THEY USED IT ON YOU, LUCIUS AND NARCISSA?!?! WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME!?!?!?"

"I survived, didn't I, and I knew that you would react this way," Draco was a little frightened by the furious Severus, as he usually managed to keep himself in check. But despite his fear, he could not help but be touched by how angry he was on his behalf. It was something new to him.

"Draco, you are not spying on the Dark Lord. As a matter of fact, I do not want you near him. I know that you are a good Occlumens, but I can still get through your defense, that is why I am going to make you a deal. You are not a powerful enough Occlumens to event try to spy on the Inner Circle, let alone try and live, but you can spy on their children. You remember the group Potter started last year that you helped Umbridge break up?"

"Yeah, what does...wait, YOU WANT ME TO HELP POTTER!?!? YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND IF YOU THINK THAT I AM GONNA SUBJECT MYSELF TO HIM!"

"This is the only way you can help regain your family honor. Potter is going to restart his little band of followers, and the American has some ideas that will fit you nicely," Snape wanted to talk to Draco about this anyway, after he heard from Dumbledore exactly what was going on with Potter. Little did he know that he was not the only one who thought Draco would be a good fit. Tom was here for a reason after all.

"I'm listening."

"The American wants to create a small group within the DA to keep tabs on the Death Eaters children and to be a group of fighters for the front lines, should the castle need to be defended, when you leave school, promotion would be likely. Dumbledore is afraid that the Dark Lord will make a move on the castle, so he decided to allow Potter some free reign, again. I'm sure that you will be allowed in, if not exactly welcomed."

The gears were turning in Draco's head. He could help Potter and regain the glory of the name Malfoy, but being under Potter might be too much for him to handle. He still hated the little shit. But Severus would never allow him any other way to do anything, and he needed Severus on his side. He sighed, and then decided that he had to do something, even if he had to actually take orders from Potter.

"I'll do it, but I want to meet with the American, not Potter."

"I'm sure that can be arranged. I will send a message to him, and the two of you can arrange something."

Outside Snape's office, Tom had a smile on his face. Well that's one down, four to go.

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Harry was none too pleased when Tom mentioned just how involved he wanted Draco Malfoy to be.

"Are you fucking crazy? I wanted him to join the DA, not be one of your little Auror squad, I am not about to trust that shit with my life, let alone the lives of others!"

"You said yourself that he was competent enough to be involved, and he fits all the requirements. I need someone who will be inconspicuous, can duel, isn't too bad to look at, and can physically fight. He is a Malfoy, he is smart, he plays Quidditch so he must be in decent shape, and despite what a dick he is, half the school would fuck him, and I do mean half."

"You have a point there, I'm sure Colin would give him a go," Harry answered with a smirk. It was common knowledge throughout the house that Colin was gayer than Liberace. They still all liked him, but that didn't mean that he was not teased incessantly. They might be enlightened teenagers, but they were still teenagers.

"Why do you need someone like that?"

"Well, the plan is to defend the castle, and to keep an eye on the students. That is the main goal of the DA. My little group will be doing most of the more dangerous stuff, spying and whatnot."

"I know all this, so I assume you are going somewhere."

"Gimme a minute, for Christ's sake!" After their meeting in Dumbledore's office and the attack on the train, Tom and Harry were getting along better, but there was still a rivalry between them, a little tension. "If we are going to do any spying, I will need people who will be able to get close to others, very close if necessary, and being good looking is not going to hurt in that department. I already have two candidates lined up, and I want to have two more."

Tom had big plans for his little band of Aurors. He always left out one important part of their job when he talked about them with any one else. He long ago figured that his task of protecting Harry was going to be a burden that should be shared. Tom had no desire to put all their eggs in one basket when it came to Harry's safety. He would do most of the work, of course, but he liked to have backup plans in place at all times. If something should ever happen to him, he wanted to make sure that Harry was not alone, so the final part of his Aurors' job description would be to help him protect Harry. Five was better than one, or none.

"Besides Malfoy, who else do you have in mind?"

"Well, I would like to have an assortment of people, and I hope to have a Slytherin girl at least, but right now, it is Malfoy and Ginny," Tom thought that this was a good way to start, the unofficial leader of Slytherin House and the prettiest redhead in the school. He also wanted a brunette and a blonde, so he could have as many options as possible, and he was a little surprised when Harry's jaw dropped further than when he mentioned Malfoy.

"You really are crazy! Do you think that Ron will ever allow Ginny to do anything like that, especially when she might be, be, seducing people as well? Why don't you ask Hermione, it's a little biased, don't you think?"

Tom didn't like his motives being challenged...ever.

"Listen, Potter," he started, with a raised voice. At this, the entire Gryffindor common room turned towards them. When earlier that day Tom jumped to Hermione's defense during one of her sparing matches with Ron, they all learned of his habit of calling people their last name when he was angry. This alert system having been made clear, they all wanted to enjoy the show, as Harry was known to be very capable of yelling with the best of them.

"FUCK OFF!!" Tom yelled to the now frightened mass that immediately looked away.

"As I was saying, never, and I mean never, question my motives for a fucking second! I'm not going to ask Hermione because I really don't think she would be willing to take certain measures with people, while I think Ginny would. Hermione is a little proper when it comes to things like these. I will handle Ron, if either of you are stupid enough to let him know before I have a chance to talk to him! Don't give me that 'she can't do it' shit either, because I heard Tonks congratulating her for how well she did on the train. She was also with you in the Department of Mysteries, after all."

"FINE, but I am not keeping Ron off you if he finds out, and don't mention that place in my presence again!"

"Let him come, I don't mind."

"You say that now, but..." Harry began, but was cut off.

"I have done more than he should ever have to do in his life. I am way past fearing for my own safety in a fight," Tom didn't say this angrily, but in a despondent, calm voice. He really had done more than any sixteen year old should have, and the train was a harsh reminder of just what kind of person he was. Suddenly he was replaying the incident in his head again. How could you have? At least the others were fighting back, he was fucking Stunned...

Harry had had altercations with Tom in the past few months, they were borderline unavoidable after all, but never one that led to Tom looking at the ground, shuddering as if about to cry, and then turning on his heal and heading to the dorms. He was more than a little confused. I'll bet my life that he was thinking of what ever it was that made him pass out from the Dementors. What could it be? Ever since he passed out, Harry could not help but wonder what had done that. He even went so far to ask Hermione, but she said that he refused to talk about it.

"Why do you think Tom acts the way he does? I mean, he acts like nothing on this planet has any effect on him, and then all the sudden he gets all emotional. I don't get it. You are a lot better at feelings than I am, so enlighten me."

Harry was in the Room of Requirement with Luna, and it was the first time that they had some time alone since the Burrow. They spent the first hour or so snogging on the bed that the room had conveniently supplied, and Luna was now lying next to him with her head on his shoulder with his arm around her, and the two of them were just staring into the fire, enjoying each other's company. God, I love this fucking room!

"Things with hard shells have soft centers. My guess is that he has had something happen to him that is as bad as what has happened to you, if not worse. Once in a while, he can't keep up the act, so he drops his guard and runs."

"How are you so smart?"

"You can't be that dumb, you managed to end up with me," she responded with a smile, and without further ado they began to once again kiss passionately on the bed, their tongues exploring one another's mouth. Their hands wandered a little, but even though nothing truly serious happened, Harry didn't mind. As Luna hands started to explore further down, Harry was even happier. I really love this room!

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The next day at breakfast, two days after talking with Severus, Draco was surprised to see a school owl land in front of him. He was accustomed to having mail, as his parents sent a care package weekly, acting like they were the good parents they liked to see themselves as. He had never received a message from a school owl though.

"What could you possibly want?" he asked as he pulled the note away from the bird, who flew off immediately. He opened the note and was a little surprised.

Draco,

I have a proposition for you, and I am sure you will be interested in what I have to say. Be at the Quidditch pitch at midnight. I will find you. Do not tell anyone that we are meeting, and come alone. Don't worry; I will know if you are not.

Draco was very happy that his intentions were being taken seriously. He was concerned that they would think he was just trying to spy on them, but he had a hunch that Severus convinced them to take him into the fold. He was also pleased to see that he was meeting with Tom O'Malley. He might be a Yankee, but at least he wasn't Potter, Granger, or, shudder to think, Weasley.

That night Draco did as he was told and after sneaking out in his own Invisibility Cloak that he had bought for himself last summer, he made his way to the Quidditch pitch. He stood in the darkness for about five minutes until he heard a voice.

"Draco, I know that you are there, take off the cloak."

It was O'Malley. He had been there for ten minutes, but when Draco showed up, he thought that he would let him wait a little and show him who makes the rules before they even started.

"Glad to see you are as smart as they say you are," Tom said, "I was almost afraid you would bring company. I guess that means you are serious about what you talked with certain people about."

"You guessed right, now enough shitting around and lets get to business."

"Hold your fucking horses! We have all night. Now, before we get into specifics, I want you to sign this," then Tom pulled out a piece of parchment that he asked Hermione to jinx for him, like she had the other contract, "Now, if you sign this, it means that you swear allegiance to our cause, and if you ever try to betray us, well, you know what happened to Marietta Edgecombe, right?"

"Yeah, the whole school heard about that God awful acne."

"Well she got off easy. This one has a more painful jinx, and it is designed to affect certain regions that you would not want to be jinxed," as he said this, Tom glanced down.

"Also, let me warn you. You are not going to be learning from Harry, you will be under my command, and I do mean command, along with three others. You are a good fit for what I am planning, so I arranged it with Harry to have you with me. I am not a hard ass, and you can call me whatever you want, but I expect that when I tell you to do something, you will do it. I'm not a dictator either. I will listen to what you have to say about my decisions, but the final decision is mine to make alone."

"I see, well, give me the parchment," Draco took the contract and signed his name. He had no intentions of going back on this one; he valued his dick too much.

"Good, then I will see you in the Room of Requirement at seven o'clock tomorrow."

"That's it?! I dragged my ass out to the Quidditch Pitch at midnight just to sign my fucking name?"

"No, Draco," Tom started, with the tone of someone who was talking to a toddler, That tone sounds familiar..."You dragged your ass to the Quidditch Pitch at midnight so I could see just how dedicated that you are. This is not going to be easy, fun, or safe, so I want to weed anyone who is not committed out as quick as I can. I'll see you tomorrow, good night."

And with that, he put his Invisibility Cloak on and returned to the castle, leaving a disgruntled Slytherin in his wake. Tomorrow I talk to Ginny, and then I can find out who Cho has scrounged up to fill the ranks...Lord help us.