My Damned Savior

[Takes place during Harry's seventh year, but he does not return to school. Partly disregards Deathly Hollows. HPDM, slash, possible spoilers.

I Do Not own Harry Potter, any of its Characters, or its plotline. However, I own this plot, and any other extra characters or ideas I add. Note: Dragon is a nickname I gave Draco. I happen to like it. (It's a bit obvious, his name means dragon.) Warning: Not very fluffy, there might be lemon later.

Chapter one: Thinking of running?

Blood pooled in little shimmering puddles on the floor. A boy with messy ebony hair was bleeding, his back against a wall. His eyes wandered to the cement where his own blood was collecting, seeping out from wounds both on his chest and left arm. The red liquid stained the shirt and the floor as Harry Potter struggled to regain balance. Damn that Snape, using Sectumsempra an already wandless Harry. What am I doing here, anyway? He grimaced as his original mission came back to him, momentarily forgotten. Ah, yes, searching for that damn Horcrux. The brunette's brain whirred as he started asking himself questions to reassure his mind. But why here? His mind asked. Because this is Malfoy Manor, and there is bound to be a Horcrux here. He retaliated. Harry did not even notice when Severus spoke.

"And now, Potter," Severus Snape sneered at the Boy Who Lived. "You will be sent to the Dark Lord for proper disposal." He cast a binding spell on Harry, making him virtually defenseless.

It was quite obvious he had no chance of escaping. His face had two large slices, one running from his cheek to underneath his eye diagonally, and another on his forehead horizontally. His clothes were ragged and covered with blood, and his raven-colored hair was also splotched with blood, but you couldn't see it because the red color was so dark. It was stupid to try to enter the Manor alone, Harry thought, disgusted with himself. This is crazy.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud 'Thunk'. The brunette was extremely surprised to see Snape lying on the ground, petrified. A blonde boy stepped down the dungeon staircase, pocketing his wand. "I won't let you kill your prisoner today, Severus. Too many have gone insane, only to be murdered."

Gray met green as the voice of none other than Draco Malfoy rung loud and clear, echoing off of the dungeon walls. "Potter?" The blonde gasped. "Huh, the day I decide to get the hell out of here is the same day you decide to get captured?" He grinned, running a hand through his sleek silvery hair. "Lucky you."

The Dragon was wearing a black hooded cape, with a black zip-up sweater, unzipped, revealing a white tank top underneath. He also had black gloves and gray pants, and white sneakers. Although he looked a lot better than Harry did, he was unbelievably skinny, probably due to lack of food, and his face was covered in dirt, bruises, and cuts.

Now Draco quickly and silently unbounded Harry as he gave the brunette his wand back. Now paying attention to the wounds, he crudely healed the bleeding injury on Harry's chest and arm. "I'm serious, Potter, you're a lucky guy. Normally I would have left you, but I'm in a good mood today." The blonde said with one of his trademark smirks.

Hearing footsteps coming from the staircase Malfoy came down from; Harry quickly grabbed his rival's shoulder. "Hold on," He whispered as he apparated them outside the Manor. Simultaneously, the two boys drew their wands. Still gasping for breath, Harry tried to search the man standing in front of him for any emotions.

Green eyes stared into gray, each pair of eyes boring into the other for some time. Finally, the boy with the green eyes broke the silence.

"Fine, let's make a little deal." He smirked so evilly, he rivaled the Malfoys for a moment. This annoyed Draco, but he nodded anyway. "I owe you for saving me back there. So I'll give you two things, only asking for one in return."

Harry paused, giving Draco time to soak his words in. "You get protected from the Death Eaters that are obviously hunting you down, and you get a place to sleep and food," This time, he paused for a sharp intake of oxygen. "But in return, you are now an unofficial member of the Order, and you must tell us all that you know."

Draco considered this offer. He could stay on the run, with not only the Death Eaters after him, but the Order too, with no food or shelter… or, he could join Potter, get a place to stay, and all he had to do was rat out everyone he had previously worked with. He smirked. "Fine." His icy voice told Harry that he did not enjoy his predicament. "I trust you, so you'd better not turn on me."

The brunette nodded. "Only if you don't betray us." He said, thinking a moment before adding; "Of coarse, necessary cautions will be taken. Charms will be put up to prevent Death Eaters from entering, and to stop all communications from coming out or going in if they have anything to do with you."

The gray eyes searched Harry for a moment, looking for a way to weasel out, but the human the eyes belonged to knew he had no other choice. "Fine."

The two apparated to the doorstep of 12, Grimmould Place. As Harry opened the front door, he was encased by a number of worried looking people, including Ginny, Ron, and Hermione.

"You stupid!" Ginny yelled, punching Harry's arm. "You went to the Manor alone! We told you to wait for us!"

Hermione was yelling too. "Look at you, you look horrible! You have blood all over your shirt! What happened-"But she was interrupted by another agitated voice before she could finish.

"What in Merlin's pants is he doing here?" Ron fumed, looking as though he was going to punch Draco.

"Nice to see you too," Draco quietly sneered. He had been standing there the whole time, just watching the whole scene. He had to admit he felt a twinge of jealousy when Harry had a number of people who were genuinely worried about him.

Harry glared at Ron. "Ron, stop, he saved my life."

"What?!?" The red-head exclaimed, furious.

"I did nothing of the sort," Draco muttered, "He was just in the way." But he immediately stopped muttering as the brunette glared at him.

"Come off it, you damn liar." He grinned at him as he gave a warning look to Hermione, Ron and Ginny. "We can question him later, right now, I kinda want to change and such."

Molly rushed out to them and pulled Harry into the kitchen to fix up his appearance. At the same time, she ushered Draco into another room along with Harry's friends.

As soon as she left, Ron snapped at Draco, "Alright, tell me what the Bloody Hell is going on?"

The blonde shrugged. "Hell if I know. I just wanted out of that insane house. I had decided beforehand that I would help whoever Snape had prisoner that day. Today, that prisoner happened to be Potter." He smirked. "Trust me; worse things could have happened to him if I hadn't intervened."

Hermione had things to say, too. "Why did you leave the Death Eaters? I thought you were a happy muggle - mudblood hater."

"No, actually, those views were forced upon me." Draco said, suddenly angry. "If I didn't behave like you all saw me in Hogwarts, stuff like this would happen." He suddenly pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a number of scars and fresh wounds. "I think Snape was onto me and my escaping plan, 'cause he was a lot more vicious every time he called me down to the dungeon, up until the last time he called me, two days ago." The blonde boy motioned to a rather large cut that had not yet scarred.

Ginny just looked at his arm as if she were contemplating something. Finally, she mumbled; "Sectumsempra, Crucio, Imperious…"

Draco glared at her. "What?"

"She can sense what painful spells were used against a wizard," Hermione explained, awestruck. "Snape used the Imperious curse on you?" Her eyes were now watery. "And the Cruciatus curse?"

The Slytherin laughed viciously. "Well, yeah, and not just once, either. More times than I can remember… not that I want to remember." He sneered. "Look, if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it unless I have to. Don't worry," He added at Ron's suspicious glances, "I'll tell you all I know when you interrogate me."

The four sat in an uncomfortable silence until Harry joined them. He quietly stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and glancing at Malfoy expectantly. The Gryffindor looked much better not that he wasn't covered in blood. "Okay," He said, "Keep you end of the bargain, Malfoy."

Draco shot a look of loathing at him. "Fine. What would you like to know, your highness?"

"Well, first things first. Do you know where the last Horcrux is?" Harry asked.

"Kind of. I know it had been entrusted to Snape," He snarled the name. "But all I know is that he has a fake on in his safe at Gringotts. I don't know about the real ones whereabouts."

Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked; "Do you know what the Horcrux was? Like, a book, or a piece of jewelry?"

Draco blinked. "Um… lemmisee…I think it was… a fang." He nodded. "A Basilisk fang."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other worriedly, but Ron continued. "Where are the Death Eaters now?"

"Well, considering I just petrified the closest person to the Dark Lord, they're probably hunting me down. I know their current base of operations is in my… or, the Malfoy Manor, but I have no idea where their permanent base is. My father knows, though."

Hermione spoke slowly and quietly. "Do you… have the dark mark?"

Draco pulled up his right sleeve wordlessly, shivering. "I just wish… I wish it would go away. Everything… my past, my memory. Everything." He said quietly, so only Harry could hear.

The Gryffindor nodded. "Hermione, Ron, Ginny, meet me in the kitchen." He commanded at the three silently stood up and left. "Follow me." He spoke to Draco as he made his way upstairs.

Harry opened the door to Sirius' brother's room. It was painted green and silver, Slytherin colors. "No one else wanted it." He laughed.

"Harry?" Draco called.

"What?" Harry replied, turning to leave. He was surprised to hear the Slytherin call him anything but either his surname, or an insult.

"Thanks."

It was merely a whisper, a ripple of sound waves, but Harry heard it. They both knew the deeper meaning of the word. Harry left Draco to return to his room, contemplating the many strange new feelings he was experiencing.

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Later that evening, at dinner, Malfoy shifted nervously in his chair. He seemed to be getting dirty looks from everyone excepting Molly, Sirius, and thankfully, Harry. When he had walked in the room, he had received a grin from Sirius, and a few kind words; "Draco, my boy! So nice to see you! I heard you saved my godchild! HA! Thanks ever so much!" He had said in a cheerful voice.

Although he was really too outgoing and loud, Draco had sat next to Sirius and a rather tired-looking Molly, knowing neither would give him trouble. His icy gray eyes stared at Sirius for a moment, wondering about his mysterious re-appearance after a horrible death.

He noticed that Tonks, a relative of Death Eater Bellatrix, was not present either. He found that strange, considering that she and Remus were married… or so he believed. Speaking of which, he had not seen Remus either, which was even stranger, because he knew for a fact that the were-wolf was an Order member.

Draco did not want to stay with the 'Harry Potter Social Club' for much longer, so he simply muttered a few words into his cup and drank it before anyone could see its contents.

By then he was sick of the dirty looks and barely audible trash talk. He excused himself from the table and headed upstairs to his room. While walking by a room with an open door, he heard his name being called. Peeking in, he saw his old teacher, Remus Lupin, sitting on a chair smiling at him.

"Hello Professor," The Slytherin said, trying to sound friendly.

"No need for formalities, Draco, I'm a fellow Order member. Just call me Remus."

"Right."

"I believe… you saved Harry's life back at your Manor?"

"Its not my Manor anymore; Its my mothers and fathers. And as for saving Potter," He shrugged. "I already explained this once; He was the prisoner that day, I had already decided to save him before I knew who he was."

"Well, Sirius will be pleased, anyhow. He'll take a liking to you right away."

Draco nodded, remembering Black's cheerful voice. He had been unusually kind to him considering he had been Harry's enemy until about ten o'clock that morning.

Remus frowned. "You seem tired, Draco. Go get some rest."

"Right…" Draco muttered as he turned to leave. "Night, Sir."

When Draco reached his room, he closed the door tight and locked it. A single tear fought its way down his cheek. Not even attempting to wipe it away, he just fell onto his bed and pulled a potion out of his drawer, a Dream-Disable Sleep potion, taking a quick gulp and promptly falling asleep.

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Draco awoke to the feeling of his arm being torn apart muscle by muscle. He turned on and looked at his left arm. One of the more recent slashes had opened up again, and was beginning to bleed all over his shirt. He looked in a mirror to see pearly white fangs protruding from his top jaw. God, he thought, it would be bad if anyone saw me like this. Blood all over me… and fangs to boot. The Slytherin retracted the fangs, figuring they had reappeared while he was asleep, and crept downstairs to find proper wrappings for his arm.

Upon entering the kitchen, gray met green for the third time that day. After a long silence, Harry was the first to speak.

"Thinking of running, Draco?" He asked with a small smile.

(Wow, That was long. Please don't skip any of it though, it was really hard to write! OMG, Plot twist coming! I already gave MAJOR hints, can you guess what it is? It has something to do with Draco... No, its not that he likes Harry. That comes later. Please do the three Rs! (Read, Review, Rate!))