Malfoy, a Spy
“You two friendly then?” James asked Harry.
“Not in the slightest. This is probably the friendliest we’ve been, well ever” Harry said.
“Why is he helping them?” James asked.
“I imagine he’s as much of a prisoner as we are” Lily responded.
“A Malfoy? Prisoner? The pompous prats could never”
“Well James, you heard what he said. He wants nothing to do with his father, you know first hand how bad pure blood families are with their beliefs.”
James was instantly thrown into the past with that comment. He remembers the day Sirius showed up on his doorstep covered in blood and bruises, shaking like a small child in the snow. He has never seen his best friend hurt like that and he promised himself it would never happen again. He remembers his mother and father rushing to Sirius’s aid, instantly casting spells to heal the wounds and getting him soup and a warm shower. He remembers how Sirius made him promise to never mention it to anyone outside of his parents, especially to Remus. James doesn’t know if Remus knows exactly what happened the night Sirius ran away, not like anything changed, except Sirius finally gaining weight and accepting himself. That day was one of the worst and best days of his life. The day his best friend became his brother.
He was dragged back to the unfortunate present by the pregnant silence in the room. Harry seemed lost in his thoughts and Lily was just watching him. He picked up his own piece of bread after downing a pain reliever and decided to try to figure a way out of their shitty situation.
Draco Malfoy tried his best. He tried his best to be a good son, a follower, a somebody in his family of pure blood royalty. All he’s ever wanted was to make his father proud, but the minute the Dark Lord came back everything changed. His father changed from a surly man who rarely showed much emotion to a hateful man that loved to take his embarrassment and hatred out on his son. Draco’s mother changed from a loving mother to one who was scared of her husband and often kept quiet for her own good. Draco tried his best in almost impossible circumstances.
He didn’t realize how screwed up his views were until he saw someone die for the first time. It was a muggle, he saw the Dark Lord murder her in cold blood, she must’ve been around 20 and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He tortured her for fun, made every bone in her body crack and every nerve explode just for kicks. He realized right then that no matter if it killed him, he would not become that. He couldn’t, he had to change, if that meant working with the insufferable Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore? So be it.
Once Draco decided that he figured he needed to tell his godfather, Severus Snape. Severus was the only person who helped Draco after his father got progressively violent. After those nights Severus would often give him a pain reliever and some bread to settle his stomach. The night Draco told Severus that he was leaving his family name behind, Severus included him in his plan as a double agent. From that moment on Draco Malfoy was a double agent for The Order of the Phoenix. That’s how Draco found himself giving pain relievers to the Potters and how he found himself on the doorstep of a place that has a 13 on the door with his godfather.