Disclaimer. I own nothing. i have simply borrowed these characters from the wonder J.K.Rowling, i will get no mney from this. do not sue!
Warnings - Slash to come later. Pairing HPDM. dont like it, dont read. There will also be another warning appearing later, but i cant write it without giving away alot of the plot. Though i ill warn you when it arrives.
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"Mr Malfoy, stay behind" The potions master called across the classroom.
Draco let a growl escape his lips as he walked to the desk, pushing the Gryffindors out of his way.
When the all the class had left, only then did Snape speak.
"Draco, I need you to do me a favour. I know at first you will object but I really need you to do this for me. Dumbledore is on my case about it, as well as every other teacher in the school. I need you to keep an eye on a student for me. Make sure no harm comes to them."
"Ok sir but who is it?"
"Will you do this for me Draco?"
"Well it depends – "
"No Draco. I want your oath now that you will do this."
"Ok, ok. I'll do it."
"Good. Well I better give you all the details then. Dumbledore is very worried. It seems Mr Potter has taken a turn for the worse."
"Oh no, not Potter. I won't look – "
"No Draco. You already said you would." He gave a stern look to the blond in front of him. He closed his mouth, stopping the protest about to leave it. "Right, as I was saying, Mr Potter has gotten worse. After the incident at the ministry and since he has returned to school, Mr Potter has been very withdrawn. He, according to other students and teachers, has not been eating or doing anything that he normally does. He also appears very distant from Mr Weasley and Miss Granger. The headmaster is concerned about him, and has asked for students in the school to keep an eye on him."
"Ok sir. If I must." Draco turned and headed out of the room.
"Ron, I need to talk to you."
"Sure mate, what d'you want?"
"Well, first why didn't you write back when I sent you letters?"
The redhead looked down into his lap, picking at the thread on his robes
"Well I was really busy. I had…um… Hermione over in the holidays and I went to Greece with my family. I just run out of time and…well…sorry mate."
Harry looked towards him. Harry hurt inside. He was painfully thin from not eating and was falling deeper and deeper into depression. He felt like everyone he ever loved was either dead or turning their back on him. His body ached. Over the summer, Uncle Vernon had discovered that Sirius had died and took advantage of the fact. He beat him daily. He was useless. He needed to say something.
"Ron, I need – "
The common room door opened and Hermione and her friends walked in.
"Hey 'Mione, over here. Look Harry can we talk another time?"
"Sure." He gave in. Looking out the window. The darkness pressing against the panes. You're pathetic Potter. A voice said in his head, sounding similar to his Uncle.
I knowRon and Hermione had become a couple over the holidays and this meant that they spent all their time together, pushing Harry away.
The darkness beyond the glass called to him.
He stood up and walked out of the common room, his bag swung over his shoulder.
The Astronomy Tower is always empty at this time of night, I need to be alone.
Harry slumped down against the wall of the tower, he could no longer hold in the tears that threatened to overtake him. He dropped his head onto his knees.
What did I have left now? My parents are dead and gone, my godfather, the closest thing to family, is gone. My best friends are leaving me. I haven't heard from Remus for months, not since the ministry at least.
He looked up to the sky; the starless sky stared back at him. Why bother any more?
Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote.
"Draco, come on. If Professor Snape catches us out this late he will kill us."
"Go ahead Blaise, I need to sort something else out first."
The two boys were sitting on a bench near the quidditch pitch. Draco had been in a foul mood and wanted to go outside and Blaise had come with him as he claimed he wanted some fresh air.
"Well don't be long."
"Go already, I meet you back in the common room soon."
The dark boy turned around and walked back the castle leaving the blond alone.
He was wrapped up in thoughts. He was shaking from the cold of the night but he didn't pull his robes tighter. If anyone had seen him now, they would have believed him to be dead. He didn't move once until something caught his eye.
Up on the tallest tower, was a person. They were up on the ledge.
"What the – " The person, who ever it was, was falling to the ground. "Shit"
Draco got up and ran towards the tower, pulling his wand out as he went.
"Cunctorcasus" he yelled towards the body. The spell missed.
"Cunctorcasus, Cunctorcasus, Cunctorcasus!" He fired the spells quickly, only the last one hit. But being so close to the ground, the spell had only had a small effect.
The boy, for Draco had now been able to tell that, was lying unconscious. His limbs were spread in different angles and a small pool of blood was escaping from his head. Draco rushed to him, and stopped upon the sight of his face.
"Potter?" Realisation hit him and he scrambled towards the small boy. "Potter get up. This is not funny. Merlin Potter you're clumsy falling off the tower, even Crabbe or Goyle wouldn't be that dumb as to try and sit on it!" He scrambled around feeling for his throat. He felt for a pulse. It was weak. "Merlin, Professor Snape is going to kill me."
Unsure of how to pick him up without hurting him further, Draco muttered a quick spell that Dumbledore had used to move Harry before at a quidditch match. He then muttered a disillusion spell and walked towards the castle, the body floating in front of him.
He entered the common room and went to his room. He placed the body on his bed and threw a locking spell at the door. He removed the disillusion charm and looked at the dark hair boy on his bed. The blood was still pooling out over the pillow. He ran to his drawer where he had some blood replenishment potion Snape had given him after a nasty fight with some seventh years. Both parties had ended up severely injured.
He poured the potion into his mouth and smiled in satisfaction when he thought it had worked. He nearly screamed in horror as he watched more blood come out of the head at a faster rate.
"Shit!" He didn't know any healing spells. He grabbed some towels from the bathroom of his room and wrapped them around his head. Satisfied that he had prevented excess bleeding he sat back slightly, looking down at the boy on his bed.
There was a knock at the door.
"What?"
"Draco, can we come in? We wanna sleep!"
"Oh shit, yer hold on, I'm…err…not decent." Draco grabbed anything covered with blood and threw it onto his bed and then clambered on to it, carefully not to touch the fragile boy lying there. He dragged his hangings across and then sent an unlocking spell towards the door.
"Ok, come in!"
The boys came and swiftly got ready for bed and went to sleep. Draco waiting cautiously, he did not dare get out of bed or move in case he made noise. Not until he heard all the signs that they were asleep, from Crabbe and Goyle the heavy snores and from Blaise the deepened breathing, did he finally get out of his bed gently. He muttered something and the end of his wand lit up. He carefully looked over the raven-haired boy and then went over to sit on a chair that was by the window.
Draco was tired but he didn't dare go to sleep. He couldn't risk others seeing the Gryffindor he had resting in his bed. He just stared into the black on the night, his mind packed full of thoughts.
"Draco, get up!"
Draco was back in his bed, with his hangings securely locked around him
"Come on, we are going to miss breakfast!"
"Go on without me. I don't feel to good, I'll just stay in bed and bit then go see madam Pomfrey."
"Do you want us to go get Professor Snape? You know he likes to know when – "
"No!" Draco quickly snapped, too quickly he thought. He recovered quickly "I mean no it's fine, it's nothing really. Madam Pomfrey will fix me up in two seconds."
"Well if your sure Draco" Blaise added before leaving the room.
When the door was safely shut, Draco got out of bed. He looked down at his pyjamas; the green was over taken by dark red.
His eyes snapped up and looked towards the boy. Around him was a pool of blood, spreading across the sheets.
"Why me Potter? Why did I have to find you like this? Now I'm going to be in trouble!"
Unsure of what to do without hurting him further, Draco stepped back trying to think. His eyes widened in surprise as the body in front of him began to glow.
"Draco, Professor Snape is here, he wants to see you." A voice called from outside his room. "He said he would come in if you can't get up. He was in the common room and over heard Blaise asking what was wrong with you."
Oh shit, what does he want now? He watched as Harry continued to glow. "No, tell him I'll be out in a minute, once I'm dressed."
"Ok, the common room is empty though. Everyone is already at breakfast. See you later!"
Draco barely acknowledged the voice, mesmerised by glowing boy in front of him.
Suddenly the glow cut out and Harry was just left on the bed. Draco ran up to him. He wasn't moving. Not even the rise and fall of the chest.
"Professor Snape! Help!" He screamed. There were tears coming out of his eyes at the sight of the boy lying motionless on his bed.
The door burst open and Snape ran into the small room.
Snape froze mid step, staring at the still boy in front of him. "Draco, please say that isn't – "
"He's stopped breathing."
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