A/N: Okay I have honestly never written a Harry Potter fanfic, but this idea kept bothering me. What would happen if Draco had changed sides in a quick desicion and ended up going to shell cottage? What would happen if he was the one that got stabbed instead of Dobby? Would the trio help him or let him die? So I'm thinking about making this into a Draco p.o.v and Harry p.o.v. which means Harry's p.o.v. happens next, but it'll be about what happens after this chapter happens.

I'm not exactly sure how to spell some of the spells..that's a weird sentence, but I hope that you'll bare with me.

Warning: Abuse/angst

Summary: Draco has been abused in his manor since he failed to kill Albus Dumbledor and decides to switch sides last minute when Potter is captured. Leaving him in quite the situation. He's taken to Shell cottage after grabbing a hold of them and Potter seems to be taking care of him?

Chapter 1

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Draco sat in the corner of the room barely giving the door a glance. He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been sitting there, but he did know that he wasn't exactly allowed to leave. He was scared to think of the prospect of Lucius even entering his room at the moment.

He ran a hand over the bleeding wound on his arm and winced slightly as the pain traveled throughout his body. His aunt was really insane she didn't even care if she hurt him. He glared at the word imbedded into his arm. "Traitor" it was true in a way he had failed his mission in killing Albus Dumbledor and not only that, but he was having doubts. Doubts about even joining the Dark Lords side. However, he knew that his desicion was already gone after all the mark was already on his left hand. It was a constant reminder about how he ruined his life.

His father had also changed because of the war. The Dark Lord had taken over their home and Lucius had been punished as well as he did. The pain from so many Crucio's being cast on his body was also a reminder. The trembeling that came after all of those curses would probably never leave. He had been under one too long.

He could hear the sound of yelling coming from downstairs and flinched slightly when he heard footsteps coming closer to his room. Someone was angry and he hoped almost desperately that it wasn't at him.

The door of his room slamed open and he watched with wide eyes as Bellatrix walked over to him and grabbed his arm pulling him up from the floor.

"You're coming with me."

Draco didn't nod as he was being pulled along, but he did wonder what she was going to do to him. Would she torture him with another curse and watched as he writhed in agony on the floor? Would she maybe watch as she murdered another innocent muggle family before him eyes? Or would she summon the Dark lord in order to get a different reaction from him? Draco really hoped that the last one wasn't the case.

"A group of Snatchers claim to have caught Harry Potter. We want you to verify if it's him."

Draco didn't bother to ask why he had to verify after all he thought Potter looked the same as always. How could anyone think it wasn't him when he wore those glasses that seemed to clash horribly with his scar.

He was lead into the main room of the manor and watched as Three people struggled in the hands of the Snatchers. It was obvious that Granger and Weasley were being held and he knew that the last was Potter even though his face seemed to be completely swollen.

Bellatrix let go of his arm and walked over to Potter. "What happened to you?" She sneered and one of the Snatchers spoke up.

"He was like that when we found him said he touched something in the forest."

Bellatrix turned away from Potter to look at the Snatcher and spoke. "Or maybe he had a run in with a Stinging Hex," she walked closer to The one holding Granger and pushed her wand into her chin,"Were you the one that cast it? Hmm trying to save your little friend?"

Granger whimpered slightly and Weasley couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut. "Leave Hermione alone." He yelled and Bellatrix turned to say something when she stopped. She looked at the other snatcher and glanced at the sword he had in his hand.

"Where did you get that?" She asked and the snatcher smiled.

"I found it in the tent that they were in I figured since they were coming here it was mine to keep."

Draco had never seen his aunt as angry as she was at the moment. It was much more wild then the times when she would attack anyone else.

With a wave of her wand she strangled the snatcher and flung him oven, then she worked on the other one and yelled for them to leave. Draco turned away and wasn't surprised when he was pulled toward Potter.

"Come Draco. Is it really Potter?" Bellatrix said in an almost coaxing tone. He turned slightly and saw his father walk toward him. The years had not been kind to him at all.

"Draco think of how the Dark Lord will repay us for bringing Potter to him. He would put us back into power." His father said in a desperate sort of tone.

Draco swallowed thickly and walked over to the one still holding Potter. He could tell by the movement behind him that his aunt was holding her anger for the sake of finding out.

He looked at the man that was clearly potter and raised a hand brushed away his bangs. He ignored the way that Potter glared at him and spoke.

"I can't be sure. His face is too messed up." Draco said and Potter looked at him with confusion in his one open eye.

Bellatrix snarled. "Take them down to the dungeons the hex won't last forever."

They started to move all of them down when Bellatrix grabbed Granger. "Not you. You're going to stay here."

Weasley and Potter started to struggle against the Snatchers and screamed for their friend. Draco turned his head away and looked at the wands that had been dropped on the floor earlier possibly. He supposed that they were Potter's and Weasleys and picked them up.

He turned back and saw Bellatrix yelling at Granger about the sword and then the screaming began. Draco felt disconnected from the situation but at the same time he knew that the same thing had happened to him. Bellatrix started to carve into her arm and she yelled that she didn't know but Bellatrix wouldn't stop.

Draco clenched the wands in his hand and gritted his teeth. He needed to do something, but he wasn't a gryffindor he didn't rush into situations to be a hero, instead he was a lowly cowardly Slytherin. He grabbed his wand and glanced at Bellatrix still asking questions and carving the word that he was sure to be "Mudblood" at the moment.

He had to get Potter out of here and he had to save Granger as well. He was positive that Potter would be able to save the wizarding world from the Dark Lord. The only question was how was he going to do it. He glanced at his father who looked at his aunt in acceptance and decided that now was a better time to act then any.

He raised the wand in his hand and yelled the words that he knew would buy him little time. "Petrificous totalus" he yelled and watched as his aunt dropped over and away from Granger. He was sure that his father would be angry as he ran over to Granger and saw the bleeding word on her arm. He looked into her eyes and saw the confusion that was held there, but he didn't feel like now was the time to explain himself. He head other spells cast and knew tha somehow Potter had gotten out.

He put his wand to the wound and whispered a healing charm. "The scar won't go away at the moment, but it can if you apply a healing salve."

He didn't get a reply, but he was sure that Granger had heard him. He felt the stinging sensation of a spell hitting his back and felt as Weasley pushed him out of the way.

"You evil git get away from Hermione. "

Draco watched as Granger tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come to her. He heard the sound of something that attracted his attention more. His aunt had gotten up.

"You attacked me. You could have killed me." Bellatrix said looking at Draco as Potter cast a spell that incapcietated his father.

Draco wanted to say something but no words would come from his dry throat. Weasley had gotten Granger up from the ground as Bellatrix cast a spell at him. Draco quickly cast Protago and an odd sound caught his attention. He looked up to the ceiling where the chandelear hung and saw his old house elf messing with it. It dropped an inch and then fell completely as Dobby seemed to disappear. Bellatrix screamed and jumped out of the way while Draco moved to the side slightly.

He saw Dobby reappear at Potters side along with his other friends. He wished Bellatrix would stay down, but that was only hopeful thinking as she got up. Potter seemed to look at him for a second and his eyes widened. Draco was still holding their wands. Draco looked at them for a moment and back at the wands as his aunt got up and started to walk toward them.

"You tried to kill me." Bellatrix said with disbelieve lacing her voice.

Dobby looked at her for a moment and brought his hands together. "kill? Dobby never meant to kill only maim or seriously injure."

Draco couldn't help but snort at that sentence. He noticed that they were all linking their hands and rushed forward to grab onto them just as they dissapperated. The familiar pull at his naval caused him to nearly yell, but a strange stinging sensation on his back made the difference.

He didn't know where they were when he opened his eyes. His breathing was haggard and he could feel a strange warmth spreading on his back that made him somewhat happy that he was on his side. The wands were a little farther away from him and he saw the sand that seemed to create a calming sensation.

"Beautiful." he murmured. Dobby seemed to appear out of nowhere looking at him in concern.

Draco remembered the times that he would spend with Dobby when he was younger. Dobby was his only friend. He didn't care that Dobby was a house elf, but he had to hide the fact away from his father.

He closed his eyes for a long moment before opening them again to see Potter saying something to him. He sighed and wondered how it would have been like if they had been friends.

He felt something being pulled out of his back and he let out a scream, blood pooled at the back of his throat and he couldn't help but spit it out.

"You're going to be okay." Those were the last words that he heard before giving into the darkness that never seemed to leave him.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think.