When they found Draco, he was lying in the center of a room.
Curled up in a ball, violently shivering, naked, and oddly silent for the witty snide Draco Malfoy.
Everyone had questions to ask him. How he had ended up being a captive during the war, what had happened. If he knew that the war had ended, how long he'd been there, if he knew his parents were dead and Snape as well.
Never, did he cry.
In fact he didn't say or do much of anything. He nodded. He'd mumble yeses and no's.
When Harry first saw him it was all very much like a badly written action film. They busted through the door, Harry ran in with a blanket and scooped him up. Actually it wasn't originally Harry who ran in to the boys rescue. Harry was running up and down every floor making sure there were no death eaters left. Just he prisoners.
First it was just some random auror. Harry wasn't there to witness it but he was told that the second the man put his hand on the back of Draco's neck to pick him up the boy woke up and began screaming bloody murder. Punching and swatting. Once he realized Ron, Hermione, and Neville were in the room he curled up into a ball in one corner and demanded they leave him there. Which is when they called Harry in. He was the one they called in for all situations they didn't understand, unfortunately for Harry.
"Bloody hell you guys. Is there anything you can do without me? I mean this was simple. Come in, bust everyone out. Question them, return them to society. Keep suspicious o-. . . oh,"
He stopped sharp in front of Draco.
"Ok, what's the problem?"
"No one can touch him!" Ron exclaimed.
"Oh bugger"
He took the blanket from the tall, bald, auror and walked straight up to Draco draping it around his shoulders.
"Can you walk?"
Draco shook his head no and just kept his eyes trained on the floor, knees to his chest, arms wrapped around himself.
He lifted the boy, one hand under his thighs the other around his shoulders, an itchy blanket between the two.
"Honest to god, what was so hard about that fella's? er..and Hermione"
"He was screaming like a GIRL every-time we got near him! OUCH" Hermione elbowed Ron in the ribs.
"He's obviously been through quite a bit, leave him alone Ron."
"Traumatized and he's still finding a way to make us seem incompetent" Ron shook his head.
As the days went by, and they tried prying information from him. They figured out that not only did he know nothing except that he was fine and just wanted to go home, but he didn't know he didn't have a home. No idea that it had been destroyed. The only information that they got about him was that he had no idea how long he was there and he just got beaten up. Someone kindly explained to him that his father had attempted to switch sides right at the end when it was obvious that the light side was winning so they must've scooped him up from his bed or something. He had no idea about that either.
All this he would only tell Harry. He would merely nod to anyone else. No words.
Harry and Draco would have the same conversation everyday,
"What happened in there Malfoy?"
"Nothing, I don't know. I can't remember. Nothing happened"
The scary part was that looking at him he honestly appeared to have no idea what was going on.
When people other than Harry would come in the room, he would turn bright red and shut up immediately. Sometimes they'd walk in on him sobbing curled into a little ball in the center of his bed.
Hogwarts was where they were keeping him. He was a special case. He had been on the inside when all these things had happened throughout the years. They needed his information to convict certain still living death eaters.
Everyday that passed he got a little more unstable. Everyday Harry would come in to him crying a bit harder, or thrashing a bit more violently in his sleep. His sleep during 4 pm. He did not seem to sleep at night and would never turn the lights off. Always had all doors and windows shut tightly and curtains closed. He had draped a towel over the mirror in the bathroom. Which he also seemed to be spending a lot of time in.
He showered far too often to be normal. About 5 times a day if Harry came in and interrupted. Which was a very unpleasant situation for everyone. He'd walk in to Draco dripping wet and wrapped in a towel loosely around his waist, or sometimes none at all. Beating the mirror or walls, pulling at his own hair, scratching his own skin. They had to make sure when he ate someone was there to monitor. There was a particularly nasty instance where, the week after they had found him and finally got him to eat something solid. Harry was bringing him clothes; Draco had demanded loose clothing, said he couldn't breathe in normal robes, he came up to the boys dorm just in time to see Draco. Sitting on the floor. Pull a fork from over the heat of a candle flame and press it into his thigh. He watched Draco hiss and squeeze his eyes shut as the four fork prongs made red streaks on his leg as he pressed harder and harder. He heard it sizzle. Eventually crying out...but in the most wanton manner Harry had ever seen. It was a cry wasn't it? Or was it a moan? Harry's eyes widened as he watched Draco's length grow upwards in between bobs, inches away from the place on his thigh that he had pressed the hot fork into.
"Malfoy, what are you doing!?"
Draco's eyes grew wide and he grabbed the towel he probably should've been wearing. Soaking wet, must've been water sizzling off of his body. He dropped the fork and squeezed his eyes tight shut again looking down at the floor.
"Get out" He mumbled in a croaky-too-much-crying voice.
Harry grabbed a roll of bandages sitting on the dresser they had given him for the wounds he refused to allow them to heal insisting they were "fine".
He kneeled down on his knees and reached to remove the towel. Draco squeaked in protest and inched away causing Harry to reach out roughly grabbing him by the shoulders.
"Malfoy, I don't know what happened to you. But if you tell me I might be able to help you!"
Draco tried to wiggle out of Harry's grasp still looking at the ground as tears slipped down his face,
"Let go of me" he ground out.
"Draco... Let me look at your leg. I'll just heal it and leave. I wont touch you or anything I promise."
"I deserve it" Draco snapped. He was shaking.
"LET GO OF ME" He screamed
"I can't BREATHE with you on me like this, stop." He was crying harder now.
"Get OFF OF ME" He shoved Harry back.
"Draco what happened to you?" Harry pressed.
"I DESERVED IT. LEAVE. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALL OF YOU. I DESERVED IT, WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? I should've been able to prevent it and I couldn't so it's just my-FAULT"
"Draco," Harry scooted closer, releasing one of Draco's shoulders to use that hand to push Draco's face to face his own.
"What ever happened to you was obviously very horrible. And if you tell us and we treat you, you can LEAVE. Do you understand? We have to get certain information."
Draco started shaking more violently,
"Please let go of me, I feel like I can't BREATHE with you on me like this. I can't move, stop, I can't breathe, STOP" Draco flailed, stretching an arm out to snatch the fork off the floor and swung at Harry's head with it.
Harry swiftly caught Draco's wrist, shocked that the boy that had been so apathetic for so long was showing so much right now.
Suddenly Draco stopped, dropping the fork in Harry's lap and eyes widening.
He looked at Harry.
"Draco? Tell me why you did that to yourself?"
"I...I don't know..."
Harry sat for a second before dropped Draco's wrist.
He realize he may never know what was wrong with Draco. He wouldn't allow a medi wizard within a foot of him and would only speak to him.
"I need to take a shower."
Draco said standing. Still dripping wet from the one he had just taken.
"Your clothes are sitting on the bed."
Needless to say after that incident Harry had to be in the room when Draco ate. Some days he'd go from eating 2 to 3 plates of food in one sitting to...nothing for almost a week.
Some days he'd freak if Harry so much as walked quickly at him...and then there were the awkward situations.
"Harry..." Draco mumbled to the boy sitting at the other end of his bed eating, while Draco himself ignored his food.
"..y...yes?" Harry stuttered finding it odd that Draco would call him so familiarly.
He crawled over to Harry across the bed, one of the shoulders of his ridiculously loose shirt slipping off his shoulder.
"Why can't I eat alone anymore?"
'He wants something..' Harry thought.
"Because you took the fork and hurt yourself with it."
"So" Draco took the plate of food from Harry and the fork from his hand setting it down on the bed.
"That's bad?"
"It helps me think...and sleep and..." He got into Harry's lap, arching his back with one knee on either side of Harry's hips.
He began unbuttoning his shirt. Harry sat in some what shock not knowing what to do. He couldn't push Draco, touching him would send him back days of evolution. He spoke to other people sometimes now. But blocked everyone from touching him what so ever, or seeing him naked. Unlike before when he'd sit in his room wet and naked 24/7.
He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and ran a hand down his pale boney chest.
"and I...well" He put a hand on the back of Harry's neck and moved his lips to right next to Harry's ear, whispering.
"I can't get off without it." He swished his hips seductively sitting in Harry's lap and licking his ear lobe.
"D..DDraco. Stop. Come on. I can't do that I..ugh" He moaned a little as Draco moved his lips down to his neck.
'what do I do what do I do what do I do...'
"Anything metal come on." Draco whispered into the nape of Harry's neck.
"Draco, come on, move. I can't do this. This isn't you. You..ah Dra...ngh"
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pressed his hips down into Harry's rough jeaned crotch.
"Hurt me?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"I want to remember..." Draco mumbled and Harry realized some of the wetness on his neck was too warm to be saliva... and it was dripping onto him.
"What happened to you?"
Harry put his hands on Draco's waist and the boy violently flinched away.
"I don't know...I'm going to take a shower..get out" Draco mumbled hastily getting off the bed and dashing to the bathroom.
As Harry walked down to the kitchens holding a plate full of food and one half eaten. He realized just how manipulative and yet completely defective Draco had become. The realization that the boy had two personalities, and had no control over when they came and went confused him. But the fact that he could lie so vividly about which one he was in, as long as he was in control, hadn't been so apparent until he put the plates down in the sink and the house elf weakly murrmered,
"Master Harry Potter sir? Where is the other fork?"
"Unbelievable..." Harry mumbled.
Weeks passed with Draco fluidly going in between the two Draco's.
Shy, meek, weak, out of control, victimized. And strong, in control, over sexed, and manipulative. Neither of them actually seemed to know 100 what was going on at the time though.
Until one day Draco busted out of his room, down the stairs and snatched up a piece of parchment and a quil from Hermione. He quickly scribbled down some names, addresses, and item names that he marched up to Mcgonagall and slapped down on her desk.
"Every-one's names who are still alive. Where they have dark artifacts or their death eater attire and what items are where."
She sat there staring at the paper for a while.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Can I leave?"
She tapped her fingers in the desk and removed her glasses.
"I suppose so..."
The next morning Harry went into Draco's room to give him breakfast and came into an empty room.
However. On the very edge of the bed. A slightly blackened fork sat. Waiting to be picked up.