Author note: Hello, I've had this idea in my head for a while and have been occasionally adding to this for a bit and I've finally decided to post. I've always been fascinated with Malfoy as a character and so I have given him a fic where he gets a staring role and we hopefully get to see a bit of the story from his point of view and I'm going to try to explain what I think might have been going through his head at certain parts of the sixth and last books (if a do a sequel), however the story is mainly told from my OC Ivy's POV. So if you wouldn't mind, would you please give my story a chance and let me know what you think to it? :)

Disclaimer, I own nothing Harry Potter related; only my OC Ivy Jones and her family are a creation of mine, everything else belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling.

Chapter one

Malfoy Manor

Sitting in the drawing room of their manor home Draco and Narcissa Malfoy did not speak. The only sounds in the dimly lit room were the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the clunk of the pendulum in the grandfather clock in the corner. Draco looked up from the spot on the wall opposite where he sat, at which he had been staring for the past five minutes, and looked up at his mother, who was sat on the sofa across from his, staring at the door expectantly. Draco had noticed a dramatic difference in her since his father was sent to Azkaban last summer; he would be lying if he said that the whole thing had not affected him in anyway, because it had, but there was something startlingly different about his mother. Her long blond hair fell limp and lifeless around her shoulders, there were dark purple circles around her eyes and she had also, Draco noticed, become prone to watching him intently when she thought he wasn't looking. Draco knew why that was, he knew why she always seemed to be watching him anxiously, he didn't like that she was always worrying about him, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had been chosen. Suddenly the sound of frantic footsteps cut through the silence, and someone was hurriedly making there way down the corridor outside the drawing room. Draco sat up and turned to look at the door; Narcissa jumped to her feet and took a few steps forward.

"Cissy!" Bellatrix exclaimed as she burst threw the thick double doors of the drawing room and hastily walked towards her sister and nephew, excitement evident in her expression "We have been chosen. Cissy the Dark Lord has chosen us!"

Bellatrix stared at her sister expectantly, waiting for her to join in with her celebrations, this never happened. Narcissa Malfoy's face paled, she lost what little colour she had there, along with the small amount of hope Bellatrix's summons had given her. She had heard those words far too many times over the past few years, that they had been chosen, and she knew that they always seemed to spell disaster for those she loved. Her gaze flicked to Draco, her only son, the latest member of her family to be 'chosen' by the Dark Lord, and she wasn't sure if she could handle much more of this.

"Bellatrix, I do not understand" Narcissa said, her voice slightly horse from disuse "you said that the Dark Lord had summoned you to him, you said he had a plan to share with you and we have waited here, as were your instructions, tell me what was said."

Bellatrix regarded her sister, mildly disappointed at her lack of a reaction; she could never understand Narcissa's reluctance to serve the Dark Lord, Bellatrix knew with ever fibre of her being that if she had children to give to the Dark Lord in service, she would not give it a second thought. She saw Narcissa's attempted refusal as weakness.

"I can only tell you what the Dark Lord has permitted me to tell you Narcissa, but you must be proud my sister, for he has great plans for Draco." Bellatrix said the excitement back in her voice.

Narcissa froze in place "B…but I…I thought the Dark Lord had already given Draco his task," she said, blonde hair swinging as she looked from Bellatrix to her son and then back again "I thought that was it, that was all he had to do." Narcissa fought back a scoff at her own words 'all he had to do', the task the Dark Lord had given Draco was near impossible, nothing more than glorified suicide and she had spoke about it so nonchalantly.

"The Dark Lord has another job for Draco," Bellatrix said and Draco, who stood a little way away from the two women, stiffened in horror "he is the only one who can do it, only a Hogwarts student can to it."

Draco felt both the eyes of his mother and his aunt upon him, he tried not to let his reluctance and (although he would never admit it aloud) his fear, show on his face, as he wondered what on Earth the Dark Lord could want with him now.

"What is it?" He asked his voice clipped and cold despite how he tried to sound brave.

Bellatrix smiled "That's right Draco, you know where your allegiances lie, see Narcissa, Draco respects his duty to the Dark Lord." Narcissa let out a cold laugh but didn't say anything else; she simply folded her arms and waited for her sister to the deliver to news that would probably be the final nail in her son's coffin "there is a Seer at Hogwarts."

Draco made a doubtful noise, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, the kind of noise he made whilst at school and talking to Potter and his lot. "You must be mistaken, Trelawney is no Seer, the hag couldn't predict tomorrow's weather, let alone anything useful to the Dark Lord…" Upon catching the look on his aunts face Draco fell silent; he had learned long ago that it was not wise to cross his aunt Bellatrix.

"Do not doubt the Dark Lord Draco; he knows what he is doing." Bellatrix said her expression murderous "Anyway it is not the useless Trelawney he speaks of, it is a pupil at the school, a child with the ability to truly see! Dumbledore has kept her quiet for years and now the Dark Lord knows about her."

"How?" Narcissa asked suddenly "How did the Dark Lord find out if Dumbledore has, as you say, kept the child's power a secret?"

Bellatrix's upper lip curled as though she had just smelt something foul "Snape." She said "he was told by Dumbledore just hours ago."

"And what does this Seer have to do with Draco?" Narcissa asked, voicing the very question that was going through Draco's mind.

"The Dark Lord wants Draco to spend time with the Seer, to find out what she knows and what she has already seen. He wants Draco to try and get information from her and to stop her from telling Potter any visions she has about the Dark Lord." Bellatrix explained still looking animated; Narcissa however, still wasn't convinced and asked,

"Why would the Seer tell Potter information about the Dark Lord?"

"Because Cissy, she is one of Potter's friends." Bellatrix answered and Draco felt his heart plummet, that meant it could be one of two people, one of the two girls that had hung around with Potter and Weasley since first year. Either Granger or Jones.

"But Bella, what does the Dark Lord actually want Draco to do?" Narcissa asked, still not one hundred percent sure that Draco would not be harmed.

"What I just said Cissy, he wants Draco to talk to the Seer and prevent her from ruining his plans." Bellatrix replied, impatient now.

"Why," Draco asked "what will this actually achieve?"

Bellatrix turned on Draco with a look of disgust upon her face, Draco didn't back down though, he had to know, he had to know what the Dark Lord's intentions for the hidden Seer were. "The Dark Lord does not wish for you to know the fine details of his plan, but simply do as asked." She said curtly and Draco rather doubted her words, he thought it was more likely that the Dark Lord had not told her his full plan, though he was smart enough to know not to say this aloud.

"I shall do it," he said slowly lowering himself onto the chair arm "I shall speak with the Seer when I return to Hogwarts after to Christmas holidays."

"It can not wait that long," Bellatrix all but shouted "the Dark Lord can not wait; he wants you to start immediately. Here is the mudblood's address," she said as she took a sheet of parchment from her pocket and handed it to Draco, he read the address and found that it gave him no clue as to which one of the two girls it was. Even Bellatrix's words had not helped him; he knew well enough that both of the girls were muggleborns "you are to apparate there tonight."

Narcissa's head snapped up at this "tonight?" she asked "Draco can not go tonight, it isn't possible."

"He will and it is," Bellatrix said sternly "the Dark Lord insists."

"Bella…" Narcissa started to plead but her sister cut across him, Draco was too deep in thought to really be paying attention to them.

"No Cissy, the Dark Lord insists!" she hissed sharply "we can not deny him, Draco must go tonight."

The two women turned to look at a paler than usual Draco, who was staring down at the parchment as though it might suddenly reveal all the answers he had been searching for.

"I will go now." He said, feeling the gaze of the two women upon him and slipping the parchment with the address on it in his pocket, he had memorised it easily.

"No, you can't go now, we must prepare." Narcissa pleaded, reluctant to see her son leave.

"He is right Narcissa, he must go now, or else it will be too late to go at all. I am sure he has everything he needs." Bellatrix said and Draco knew that he did, his wand was in his pocket and that was all he really needed.

"Good luck Draco, do whatever it takes to get the job done," Bellatrix said as though she were sending a soldier off to war "remember, you are doing this for the Dark Lord."

Narcissa then stepped forward and took her son up in a hug, even though she had meant for the gesture to be loving she was still ice cold and Draco had to suppress a shiver. "Be careful Draco." She said and Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes, he was in no danger, the two witches were hardly any threat to him.

Reluctant, despite his words, to get going, and fearful of who the Seer would turn out to be, Draco stepped away from his mother and aunt and got himself into a space. He had learned the theory of apparition at a young age and had been taking lessons at the school; he had yet to gain his license, but was fairly confident he could apparate to the right house, even if he had never seen it before. '7 Royston Drive, Barnsley' Draco thought, focusing intently on his destination, before spinning on the spot and being overcome by the sensation of apparition. It felt as though he was being squeezed through a tight pipe and he was vaguely aware of leaving the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, and before he knew it his feet met with an unfamiliar, worn carpet. Illness hit Draco like a tidal wave, knowing it was a side affect of apparating incorrectly he grabbed hold of the mucky white wall as he stumbled forward queasily and then flinched at the banging sound he made. Draco raised his other hand to his head as he battled with the need to throw up, when he suddenly heard a creak of a stair, smelt a whiff of something citrusy and felt the prod of a wand in his neck. A light was flicked on. Slowly turning his head, cautious not to move too quickly or else he might throw up, his gaze locked with the familiar soft brown eyes of Ivy Jones.

Royston Drive

Ivy

Reacting quickly to finally being alone in the house, I ran up the stairs to my room, grabbed a set of clean pyjamas and jogged across the hall to the bathroom. It was a rare treat to have so much space to myself and I knew that I was going to take advantage of it. Now don't get me wrong, I love my family, big and utterly crazy as it is, but having to fight to use the bathroom does get boring after a while and after spending a few hours after Christmas dinner with my family, at the Burrow playing Quidditch (despite the awful weather) though I had left before they had their own dinner at a later time than I had, I was in dire need of a nice, long shower. Peeling off my clothes and turning on the shower, I thought of my family as I waited for the ancient machine to heat up. Today was Christmas day and they had gone to the local pub with a few friends to celebrate Christmas with them, it was sort of a tradition, they'd all go and exchange presents once they'd had Christmas dinner and visited family members, it was kind of nice. I would have gone with them, if I hadn't been out all day and wasn't totally exhausted, besides, I was waiting for a reply from Harry and Ron, and my owl Athena (named after the Greek Goddess of the wisdom) who would be delivering the letter, was in the bad habit of bringing me my letters wherever I was. I can tell you now from past experience that pub landlords do not appreciate very large owl's flying through their pubs and over people's food and drink. So needless to say I stayed at home whenever I was expecting a letter.

I stuck my hand in the shower and decided the water temperature was as good as it was going to get, and got in, stifling a shiver as the warm spray hit my cold skin. I let the water drench me and reached for my lemon and lime shower gel, the strong fragrance filled the air as I started to wash myself, I smiled, the sent was familiar and calming. As I rinsed my hair my mind started to wander, I thought of Hogwarts and going back there after the Christmas Holidays, I thought of all the strange things that had been happening over the past term, of the cursed necklace and Harry's suspicions. Could they really be true? I found myself wondering and then shook myself, why should I even care if they were true, it made no difference to me what certain prats did in their spare time, it didn't matter in the slightest. Rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair I turned off the shower and stepped out, I paused suddenly, sure that I had heard a loud crack come from down stairs. Quickly I tied the towel around myself, covering up the area between my chest and just above my knees (the towel was old and short, and not the best thing for covering someone up) I snatched up my wand, which had been laying discarded along with my clothes, and stepped silently onto the landing. I crept closer to the staircase and watched as a tall figure stumbled in the now dark entrance hall and grabbed hold of the wall for support, slowly and carefully, so as not to make a sound, I began to descend the stairs. It was too dark for me to make out anything other than that the intruder had bright, silvery blond hair (which seemed to glow in the darkened room like the moon, reflecting what little light there was), was tall and dressed completely in black, or at least, dark colours. I cringed as the last step creaked loudly but the intruder did not turn, he looked too ill or else preoccupied, slowly I inched forward until my wand was touching his neck. The intruder froze and I flicked the light switch with my left hand. I felt my eyes widen as I took in the face of the man (or rather boy) before me, he had pasty skin, even paler than the last time I had seen him and dark purple circles around his once sparkling blue eyes.

"Draco?" I asked him, knowing already that it really was him. I never took my wand from his neck though, not even as he nodded and confirmed my words. This was Malfoy, slimy git and backstabber supreme, I knew that well enough. I couldn't trust him, at least not yet. Something was off though, something was wrong and I couldn't put my finger on what. I stared at Draco, not really sure what to make of him. He looked…odd, vulnerable somehow, and that didn't sit well with me, I had seen Draco like this only a handful of occasions and I knew that there was something different about this time. Suddenly a memory took hold of me, and transported some part of me at the back of my mind back in time almost six years, to the very first time I had met Draco Malfoy.

Author note: and there you have it, my first chappy, the next one will be longer I promise, I know this is pretty short. So, what do you think, would you like to read more? Please let me know what you think, I love to get feedback. :) x