Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

(This is a revised version of my past and unfinished story Desecrated , this one will be updated and hopefully finished. )

(it comes in two Pov. Draco's and Harry's, they are easy to tell who is who, so I'm not gonna tell you.)

Chapter One: I Had Only Wanted…

He wanted to scream, his voice heard through the stone walls.

Tear out his hair, have the silky strands fall to his bare feet.

Pound his fists into the brick, the stone ripping at skin.

Sink his nails into warm flesh, and feel the wet of fresh blood of another on his hands.

He wanted the pain to stop, the cuts to heal, and the memory gone.

Curled up on the dirty stone-cold floor, Draco Malfoy, starved, naked, beaten and bleeding, cried into his shaking bloody hands. Blood smeared his nose and forehead, and his check had blossomed into a nice purple bruise. Slowly he uncurled himself, and shakily crawled across the blood and semen covered floor to the bed, then used it to pull himself up. Still sobbing, tears spilling off his face like a waterfall, he limped over to the wide open door, the keys hanging from the lock. He never looked back, not even one last look at the blood smeared, desecrated, dead body of his father lying on the bed. No once regretted what he had done. Stumbling out of the room, he heard the shouts from above, the screaming of spells and curses, and he knew. They had finally come.

But too late.

Remus Lupin darted down the stairs, crashing into brick walls, using them to push him further forward. He had to be here somewhere, he had to be. He kept telling himself, never letting his mind slip from the thought that he was in the house, somewhere.

" Draco!" he called out, his voice wavering as he barreled into the dungeon, shoving open doors, kicking in locks, tears of fear filmed his eyes.

" Draco!" he'd checked the bedrooms, the kitchen, the stables, and any other place a young man could hide. Nothing. Not ever a body. He began to panic, his heart rate sky rocketing, and as he burst open another door just to see it empty, he slumped against the doorframe, pounding his fist against the wall, " god damn it." he hissed through clenched teeth, " we're to late."

He could hear him now, wanting to go to him, but not having the strength, Draco had fallen partway down the long hallway, obscured by darkness, all he heard was Lupins desperate cries. He wanted to be found, to be saved from the cold, and the pain. Be didn't want to be seen. For them to know what had happened to him. Then he heard the approaching footsteps, the creaking of a door being pushed open, and the strangled gasp of disgust, the thud as a body dropped to the ground, and the splash of stomach contents hitting the stone floor. He turned away from the sound, curling tighter into himself.

Remus, after emptying his stomach onto the floor, stood up on shaky knees and slammed the door shut. Never wanting to see that gruesome picture again.

Hoarsely he called out once more, " Draco? please god tell me your alive…"

"But I don't want to be" a quite tear-filled voice said from his left, into the dark empty hall. He took a step forward. "Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm here to help you; do you know who was in that room over there?"

"Among all the things I've lost, my mind is not one of them, despite my pleas." A bitter, louder voice said from the shadows.

"Good, then you won't mind if I porkey you to the hospital wing?"

A quite laugh, " do I have a choice?"

There was a steady dripping sound coming from Draco, it was eerie in their ignorance.

"its that, or I carry you upstairs to have another auror take you."

A pause, " throw me the port-key."

There was a soft click as the coin that severed as a porkey landed on the stone floor.

" there. This sends you straight to the hospital wing, where Snape, madam Pomfrey and Dumbledor are all waiting." Remus said, with a teachers hard but informative voice, " if you have any problems just let go of the porkey, and then touch it again, and it'll send you straight back to me, okay?"

A quite pause in the darkness then, " okay…"

There was shuffling, the sound of skin running along the floor then the slide of metal on stone, and he was gone. Remus glanced over at where Draco had been seconds before, feeling the urge to follow after build inside him, but he turned away, and walked, this time slowly, back up the stairs to where the aurors were cleaning out the house. He bumped into moody, and told him to check the dungeon, far corner, for what they were all looking for.

Moody glanced up at him from Narissa Malfoys body, which had been found in the master bedchamber. " a body?"

Remus shuddered, " What used to be one."

"What of the son?"

"Being cared for."

Moody's magical eye picked a spot over Remus's shoulder, " Is he alright?"

Remus stared at the perfectly manicured nails of the life-less body before him, "mentally, he appears to be cracked, not broken. Physically…." He paused and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, "he never let me see him, always kept to the dark, by the condition of the bedroom…." He shuddered, "he's in pretty bad shape…"

"Bedroom? You were in the dungeon…"

Remus cleared his throat, glancing away, "… I know…"

Bloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodblood

The feel of cold fingers on his overheated skin, the murmur of distressed voices on his sensitive ears, the rough tingle of fabric, and the wet hotness of blood was all Draco was aware of as he was carried from the stone floor of the hospital wing to one of the beds by Snape and madam Pomfrey. Once he had touched the coin, his body had been deposited with a horrid thud, on the cold floor of the hospital wing. With the landing came the lights, and eyes, and gasps of horror as everyone in the wing gazed upon his broken, bleeding, naked body. Instantly his eyes had rolled up, and he fainted.

After the harsh drag from the floor, Draco felt the feel of someone trying to open his lips, and his jaw snapped shut. "no" he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut, his body jerking away from the person, " no…." his arms were restrained, and he struggled more, his stomach heaving from the touch, " NO" he screamed as the hands pried his mouth open, his head twisting from side to side, trying to get away. Tears leaked from his eyes, he didn't know where he was, who he was with, but they were touching him, touching him like he had. "…p-please…n-n…no…." he sobbed still trying to pull away, his strength rapidly depleting, his will going along with it. Then a hot liquid was poured down his throat, and he chocked. Coughing, the arms were removed and he cuddled in on himself, rubbing his hands over where they had pinned him, sobbing over his gasps. There was a light touch to his forehead, and he slowly opened an eye to see a blurred image of someone leaning over him, and the touch came again, soft, gentle….he liked it.

"Go to sleep Draco."

So he did.

Bloodbloodbloodbloodbloodblood

I now regretted coming down for a dreamless sleep potion at 2 in the morning.

It hadn't even been that bad of a nightmare, just a flash of something, I barely remember now. The stone had been cold on my feet so I ran down the tower, my arms wrapped around me, my eyes closed to the feel of the air passing through my sweat drenched hair. It had been an average day, really, including the nightmare. So of course it had never crossed my mind that people would be in the hospital wing, other than a sleepy madam Pomfrey. I had strolled in through the big oak doors to be greeted with the most chaotic, bloody, scream filled room I had ever been in. People were running everywhere, voices shouted above the wails that seemed to come from a corner of the wing. No one noticed my entrance in all the disaster that was going on around them.

I was about to turn around and dash from the room before one of the many teachers in the room caught me and sent me back to the tower missing 50 house points, when I finally realized who owned the voice that was screaming bloody murder.

Malfoy.

A group of five people surrounded a small spot on the ground, and all I could see was a blood smeared leg kicking and flailing, the rest of the body was engulfed by the faculty, all trying desperately to fend of his blows and lift him at the same time. When they got him off the ground, red liquid spilled from his body onto the stone flagons, spreading wider and wider, drifting towards me till a tendril of the blood trickled under my feet, slipping between my toes. My stomach heaved.

They got him onto a bed, the sheets instantly turning scarlet.

My mind seemed disjointed; instead of taking in the whole scene I only noticed small things. Like Snape's worried frown as he wiped blood from his hands onto his robes. Like the cat in the back of the room watching with morbid fascination. Like Malfoy's eyes as they widened with pain at every touch. His fingers clenching in the fabric of the sheets beneath him. The spill of blood over the beds edge, a corner of the sheet dripping onto the floor with the scarlet liquid.

I had as flashing memory of an ER telly show that Aunt Petunia had been obsessing over a few years back. I had come into the room during the scene where the patient was going to die, his body spasming all over the place, people trying to hold him down, blood everywhere and yelling and the beeping of the muggle machines in the back ground. The patient died…

My throat clenched till my eyes watered. The blood under my feet turned cold and I stepped away, leaving small bloody foot prints.

They were trying to pry him mouth open, and his screams only became harsher, more desperate from his dying soul. My hand clenched, I need to help, no one could hear that and just stand there. He was twisting and turning from their hands, the liquid spilling all over his face, mixing with his tears.

One second I was watching the pain of his despair ripping my insides apart, the next I was at the head of the bed, gripping his head, soothing the hair back from his forehead. Cooing sounds came from my lips, mingling with my held back sobs, till tears were dripping off my face too. He buried his bloody face into my palm. I whispered something, I don't remember what and I ran my fingers through his hair again and again, till he drifted off. I didn't notice when they had made him drink the potion. I didn't notice the looks I was getting.

A hand fell on my shoulder; I jumped and swung my gaze from his now calm face to Madam Pomfrey.

"I…..I-I was just coming for a d-dreamless sleep potion… Just a…"

"I know Potter, I know."

I looked down at Malfoy again and flicked the hair away from his face, tried to rub some dried blood from his nose.

"What does the potion do?"

She removed my hands from him, and led me to another bed. A clean one. No blood.

Everyone knows that your magic tries to protect you in situations like this, Malfoy's had. There was no way we could cast any spells on him now, not while he was in such a state. But so much blood had been lost, and it was only a matter of time till the potion wore off.

"It instantly clots blood and helps in the formation of new blood cells. It's also a sedative."

She was covered in blood, her crisp white gown now smeared and decimated with the one color that always seemed so nice to me before now.

I looked down.

I was covered in it too. My Pj pants used to be a sulky grey, they now had the look as if the had been sprayed with a red dye. My small white tank top was stained too. My arms. Hands. Face. Glasses. I took them off and tried to rub the blood off the lenses, managing in only to smear the blood around.

"Oh."

"Come on Potter, lets go get cleaned up, shall we?"

Her gentle tone is what made me glance up and around, not her words. It was 2 am. I was covered in blood. There was no way I could ever go to sleep again.

"Then what?"

I didn't know my voice could sound so weird, like I was another person, not the self assured boy-who-lived.

"Then we sit and wait…" she paused, looking at Malfoy with a new found fondness, " …and hope."

I stood up, "okay."

She led me off to a bathroom where we cleaned Malfoy's blood off our skin, scrubbing till we were raw. When we came back the blood on the floor was gone, and the teachers were sitting around the room, some whispering to one another, some with their heads in their hands. I sat down on the window sill, the cat beside me. The room was quiet, to have that many people in it.

My feet itched.

Someone coughed.

I had only wanted a dreamless sleep potion.