Harry yawned. He opened his eyes and blinked against the bright light that came through the Tower windows. He got up and stretched luxuriously. It was the second day of his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The 7th years boy dormitory was still quiet and peaceful. Harry went to take a shower.

His summer at the Dursley's was dismal at best. The chores he had to do, never seemed to get to an end and his relatives would rather be lazy then tired. After 4 weeks of working like a slave, Ron Weasley came to the rescue, once again.

Not by car this time, mind you! No, he had sent a warning letter to Harry that he had to be prepared to leave 30 minutes after he got this letter. Harry had packed at lightning speed and exactly 30 minutes later, the letter started to glow. Harry, being curious, picked the letter up and he felt a tug behind his navel. When he had finally felt solid ground beneath his feet, he was immediately swept off them again. Mrs Weasley had him locked in one of her famous hugs.

Harry's stay with the Weasley's, had been far, far better then his stay at his relatives. Two weeks before the start of school, Hermione came over too. They had played Quidditch, while Hermione was drawing, painting and sketching them. It was a new hobby of hers and to be honest, she wasn't very good at it. She seemed to be enjoying it however and Ron and Harry decided to let her be. The 2 weeks came to an end and now they were at Hogwarts.

"Harry? Are you in the shower?" Ron yelled from his bed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I'll hurry!" he yelled back. He turned off the water and towelled off. He put on a pair of boxers, put his glamour in place and walked into their dorm. He chuckled when he saw that Ron had fallen asleep again. He tiptoed to his mates bed and leaned close to his ear.

"SHOWER IS FREE!" Harry yelled loudly. Ron yelped and fell out of his bed. Harry was doubled over with laughter while the rest of his dorm mates grumbled about 'too early' and '5 minutes mum!'

Ron scrambled from the floor and glared at Harry, causing said teen to laugh even harder. Ron took his things and disappeared to the bathroom.

Harry chuckled some more and went to dress himself. He waited for Ron and together they walked to breakfast. Hermione decided to come later because she had a painting to finish. Just before they wanted to go into the Hall, a familiar voice sounded through the air.

"Everyone quick! Bow to King Potty!" Draco snarled harshly. His goons Crabbe and Goyle where flanking him.

"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron growled. Draco chuckled.

"And of course The Weasel, Potty's sidekick!" Draco continued. Harry sighed. Their useless rivalry had been going on for 6 years now. Harry had enough of it.

"Tell me Draco, why are we all still fighting? I mean, Tom is defeated, why continue with these childish things," Harry asked calmly, effectively shutting Draco up.

"What did you just call me?" he asked.

"Draco. It's your name right? Or did you decide to change it?" Harry said innocently.

"What the hell are you playing at Potter? Is it be-nice-to-thou-enemy-day today or something?" Draco said suspiciously, not knowing how to handle this situation.

"Not that I know of, no," Harry replied casually.

"You are up to something! Be careful Potter, or you'll end up killing someone again,"

"As long it's you, I've got no problem with that!" Ron replied, glaring at Draco.

"Well I was thinking of you, Weasel. Or maybe the Mudblood. Seems to me like you have a knack of killing the ones around you. The damn dog, for example." Draco was merciless. Harry went rigid.

"What did you say?" Harry hissed dangerously. Draco smirked. He was back in control.

"You heard me. King Potter kills his own pets,"

"Malfoy, this is low. Even for you!" Ron said icily and focussed his attention on Harry. The raven-haired teen was staring off in space.

"Harry? Mate, are you alright? You shouldn't listen to that git, it's not your fault he died." Ron shook Harry a little but got no response. Harry swayed on his feet, his eyes rolled back as he fell. Ron caught him and lowered him to the ground.

"HARRY!" he yelled, shaking him harder. Draco was stunned.

"I didn't mean for that to happen," he stammered. Ron's eyes shot fire.

"You never know when to stop, do you Ferret!" he shouted.

"Not my fault that Potter can't handle a few jokes,"

"A joke! Is this what it is, a joke! He barely made it through his 6th year because of the guilt he felt for putting his godfather in danger. Harry struggled to keep up with class, to stay awake, because he couldn't sleep at night. His nightmares were worse then ever!" Ron bellowed.

"I…I," Draco stuttered.

"Why am I wasting my time to explain to you? Get Pomfrey you git!" Ron yelled. Draco didn't move.

"Malfoy, MOVE!" Ron was beyond himself. Draco nodded and went to get Madam Pomfrey. He burst into the infirmary.

"Madam Pomfrey! Potter has fainted!" he shouted and she came running to him.

"Mr Malfoy, what are you shouting about?" she asked. Draco grabbed her arm and dragged her to the Hall. Right in front of it, was Harry Potter laying on the floor. Students had gathered around him, while Ron was trying to keep them back.

"Out of my way!" she shouted and made her way to Harry. She levitated him on a stretcher.

"What happened?" she demanded. Ron glared at Draco, who looked down.

"We were kind of having a fight and I said things I shouldn't have. He got mad and now he's like this," Draco said. Ron was mildly shocked.

"I see. Well if you would come with me Mr Malfoy, Mr Weasley." She walked away with Harry levitating in front of her. Draco and Ron followed her.

In the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey examined Harry. Hermione came bursting through the door and Ron explained everything.

"He's not over it yet Ron," she sighed sadly. Draco felt even worse. He never wanted for this to happen. It was just a joke to him. Now he saw that it wasn't a joke to Harry.

"He's catatonic," Madam Pomfrey said. Hermione gasped.

"Catatonic! No," Hermione whispered. Ron and Draco were confused.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"He's in some sort of coma. It's anyone's guess when he wants to join us again," Madam Pomfrey said sadly. Ron rounded on Draco.

"You! You did this!" Ron accused. Draco looked scared.

"I never wanted this!" he tried but both Harry's friends were not convinced. Draco ran.

He ran through the halls to the dungeons. He quickly opened his door and got into his room. He carefully closed the door and put wards on it.

'Gods what have I done,' he thought. He decided to skip classes and laid down on his bed. He was asleep in no time.

He awoke when he heard a noise. It sounded like somebody opened the door of his closet and closed it again. Draco got of his bed and slowly walked over to the closet. He opened it.

There was nothing…Although…He heard the sound of muffled sobs. He looked closer and saw a little boy with black hair. He was hiding his face in his shirt, which was at least 6 sizes to big.

'What the hell!' he thought.

"Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean to wake you up!" the little boy sobbed.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Why don't come out of there? I'll get you something to drink," Draco said. The little boy went to shake his head but nodded. Slowly he lowered the shirt and climbed out of the dark closet. Draco looked him over.

He was scared and painfully thin. His clothes hung of him and were torn. The boy kept looking at the floor. Draco kneeled down. The boy flinched.

"I'm sorry," he apologized again in a tiny voice. Draco gently lifted the little chin up. He gasped. The little face was pale and the left eye was shut because of the big bruise surrounding it. The other eye was a bright emerald green with tears in it. The thing that really stood out, was the lightning bolt shaped scar on the forehead.