The Fundamental Thing
“The fundamental thing,” Kingsley said, “is to wake up every day and decide you want to fight for good. Welcome to the Order, son.”
Joining the Order had turned Draco’s world upside down. He’d been raised to look out for himself, to believe everyone had an agenda. It was hard to let his distrust go. But soon, he was eating with Harry and joking with Ron.
Still, his distrust remained. He noticed missions weren’t going well. Supplies were missing.
Hermione found him, books, notes, and lists spread about. He knew he looked crazed.
“What is this?”
He shrugged. “Maybe I’m paranoid, but…. something’s up.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “You are paranoid.”
He monitored them all: comings and goings, missions failed, succeeded.
Percy was interesting. Always sitting alone, writing letters. Draco decided to follow him on the next mission. Percy and Hermione were retrieving a shipment of protective talismans and potion bombs.
When they arrived, Draco hid, trailing them.
Four figures appeared: an ambush.
Draco cast Protego, saving Hermione.
The three of them dispatched the DeathEaters. But Draco then trained his wand on Percy.
“Not one hit on him?I told you something wasn’t right. ”
Percy was under an Incarcerous as they dragged him into Kingsly’s office.
Kingsly jumped up. “What happened?”
Hermione spoke. “Remember when I let you know I had suspicions of a mole? It’s Percy. We were ambushed. Luckily, Draco also had suspicions. He followed, helped me fight.”
Kingsley approached. “Good work. Lock him up.”
“Only,” Draco began, “Percy didn’t know the location of tonight’s mission, did he?”
Hermione nodded. “Only I was told.”
Draco tilted his wand.
Kingsley shouted “Avada Kedavra”
But Draco got his Immobulus off first.
Kingsley fell.
“You see, Kingsley, you just have to wake up every day and choose to fight for good.”