Warmth Withdrew Me and I was Found

Chapter 1: Alive

A young 16-year-old, blonde hair boy had finally awoken from his endless dream. He had been found inside a deserted cave by himself looking paler than usual and was taken without any hesitation to St Mungo's Hospital by the auror who had found him. He had been there for about two days, unconscious and unhealthy.

Finally the boy opened his weak eyelids and glimpsed around the room, shocked not to see darkness and rocks, but a private room filled with chairs and a small table with food upon it near his bed. He then looked down on what he was lying on; he realized that it was a comfortable bed with blue silky sheets. He tried to lift himself up but couldn't move around since a sharp pain rushed through his stomach. It was pain of hunger telling him that his body hadn't received any food ever since he vanished from Hogwarts with Snape.

Thinking of the name Snape brought back the memory of pleas he heard Snape saying to a dementor that was sent to find them by the Ministry of Magic. Luckily, after Snape had been tortured by the dementor's kiss, it had flown away and left with his soul. Leaving only Snapes shell there, lying on the floor helplessly without any memories or sense of self. He didn't understand why it left him there in the darkness of the cave, when he was weak and almost ready to give up on living. It could have just killed him instantly, but maybe that's WHY it left! Because it knew that he was already dying and that death was just around the corner waiting for him, but he hadn't died. The only thing he remembered after that day was seeing the face of Remus Lupin before he blacked out.
And now he was in a room, by himself, comfortable, as anyone could be if they were saved from death by starvation.

Just then a far door to the left opened and a young girl about his age with a beautiful figure walked in the room holding a tray of what looked like medicine on it. The girl had wavy-long-layered, light brown hair tied back into a loose ponytail and thick, long, curvy eyelashes and sparkling blue eyes that lit up the room. Although she was a stranger she had the face of someone the boy already knew.

"Granger", the boy said harshly, glazing suspiciously at the girl before him.

"Who?" the girl asked with a gentle, soft voice. "Ohh, wait a minute, you must mean my cousin Hermione Granger. A lot of people think we're twins", the girl explained while placing the tray on the small table with food beside his bed.

The girl looked up to say something to the boy but was cut off by him talking before her.

"I didn't know that mudblood had a cousin"

"Well, with that attitude off course you wouldn't have known and I find it rather pathetic that people are still using that word mudblood. So if you want me to help you, you better start respecting others who aren't as highly up to your expectations. When you belittle other people that tells me that you are a coward at heart. I didn't come here today to hear you discriminate on other people's blood. It just so happens I am your healer helper (nurse), so I will be assisting you while you stay here at St Mungo's Hospital" she said briskly, placing her hands on her hips in a very Hermione Granger way. "Hermione has told me all about you, so you better watch yourself. I won't tolerate your rude behaviour".

"Whatever she's told you is a lie" he replied.

"Oh really. For one, my cousin doesn't lie, and second, you just proved that she was right about you calling her a mudblood. So I believe it just back fired to you"

"I don't even know your name and you already despise me, by the looks of it", Draco indicated. He couldn't believe how rude this girl was to him, but she did have a point.

"Since I am your healer helper it would be impolite if I didn't tell you my name. It's June Moonstone. And I hope after this conversation you can at least treat me with respect." June implied taking out her hand to shake Draco's.

He looked at her hand for a moment, "It's just a hand"

"Are you a muggleborn?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter if I am or not. I am a human being just like you, so why should some people be treated nicely and the others like an object. Everyone has feelings, needs, wants and fears. And at the end of the day we all go to bed and wait for the next day to come with new obstacles. So at least make a change for yourself so we can get along", June stated.

Draco didn't know what to do. He understood the girl quite well. She sure did know how to explain things and point them out. Maybe this was a new door that opened for him to change his life.

He gradually reached over to June's hand and forced himself to shake it.

"You see, I don't bite, and I won't infect you with a disease" June laughed as they let go of each others hands.

Draco became nervous and just looked away. While he was shaking June's hand he noticed a strange feeling surge through his body.

'What on earth was that? Maybe she lied about that disease thing.'

"Hopefully now we're on good terms", she said looking at him again.

"No offence, but to me it looks like your imitating a mother"

"Well maybe I should if that's the only way to smack your commence sense back into your head." She answered.

"That's ridiculous, commence sense grows while your living." He stated

"Not if you've been brainwashed by other people"

"So you're saying I have been brainwashed, by whom?"

"Can't say, but just looking into your eyes I can see you've had a rough life ever since you were born." She told looking deep into his eyes for a moment.

"Are you crazy? You just walk into my room and criticize me. You don't know anything about me and what I've been through. My life has been nothing but torture and here you are throwing it back in my face with your stupid comments." Draco roared.
Who did this girl think she was?

June was quite frightened even though he was a sick patient lying in a hospital bed. She only meant well. As she said before she was right, Draco did have a rough life and it seemed now his chance was to let it all out onto her. She walked over to one of the chairs on the left and sat down while Draco was sitting on his bed with a furious face.

"What are you doing?" Draco enquired.

"What does it look like? Looks like I'm going to be here for a while listening to your outbursts so I thought I should make myself comfortable" June stated.

All Draco could do was give the girl a nasty glare and turn away. She was right. He was acting like a coward. All those years of belittling other people to take his anger out on them. It made sense.

He held his breath and breathed out the word "Sorry"

"Don't worry about it, I kind of hassled you and started the problem. I'm the one to apologize"

"You only spoke out your opinion. I didn't mean to snap at you, but I don't understand what I've become"

"Draco you're just a human with problems in your life. Everybody has problems. Even me. Except yours have been with you for a long time. The problem I am going to fix today is your health".

June walked over to the table where she had put the tray of medicine and regained a bottle and cup from it. She unscrewed the bottle and poured some orange liquid into the cup. She looked up at Draco and they caught each others eyes. For a split second there was a connection until June broke it by looking away and giving Draco the cup. He hesitantly grabbed it from her hand and stared into the glowing orange liquid; wondering what potion he was about to drink since he didn't really trust the girl.

"It's a potion to relax your body, and to get your health back to normal, it's called Nutrients of Health". June said while screwing the lid back onto the bottle and placing it back onto the tray.

Draco smelt the liquid and was surprised that it actually smelt nice for a potion. He looked up at June and noticed she was staring at him. He quickly drank the medicine all down in one go and just held the cup and waited for the liquid to travel down his throat. As it slithered down his oesophagus he could tell that it was sweet and tasted like honey.

Suddenly Draco felt healthier and comfortable with himself. He spotted that June had a smile upon her face. He handed her back the cup. She took it and walked back over to the table. While she was putting everything back together Draco quickly glimpsed at her. She was quite attractive for a muggleborn. But how could a muggleborn be able to work as a healer helper at her age?

"Well I'm glad to see you're more better than what you looked like when you first came here. Oh, and you can help yourself to anything you want to eat on the table, luckily it refreshes itself with different dishes after you eat the servings". "I think that's about it. I better leave you to it then", and with that all said, June walked back to the door, pulled it open with her right hand. Just before she stepped outside of the room Draco spoke.

"Thank you", was all he could mumble out. Even if she was a muggleborn he still had to thank her for her generosity to help him.

June turned around.

"Don't worry about it, oh, and a healer will be here in an hour to talk to you and I will be back in two hours to see how you are doing", June said, while walking out the door and closing it gently behind her.

Draco was so surprised with the girl's attitude; he had never met a girl so loyal, out spoken and beautiful. Or maybe she was just showing respect to him since he was the one with a condition. But she did say treat others nicely and with respect. He thought about the things she said and she seemed to be a genuine, caring person. She did give an impression that she cared, in a special way.

As he was thinking this he climbed out of bed slowly and for the first time in two days, stretched out his sore, tired muscles.

As he reached over to the table, casually to not show if anyone walked in the room that he was extremely hungry because he still needed to show his Malfoy pride. Or did he? After the conversation with June did he really need to show it?

He reached for some pumpkin juice; and once it touched his lips, he was overcome by hunger. Surprisingly he didn't care anymore about his families' name of pride, he was starving, and for once he was going to do something for himself instead of listening to his father's lectures about what's suitable for a Malfoy's behaviour. He shouldn't care about what other people think. If he respects himself that should be enough right? But he's still unsure about who he is. Only time can tell and he will learn in the process to find himself. For now, he needs to worry about his health and what state he's in.

He kept eating until the table had refreshed itself three times. Once he was finished he sat back down on the bed, closed his eyes and started to think about what might happen to him, since of the incidence at Hogwarts or after he is released from the Hospital.