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This story really doesn't fit into any timelines, as Sirius is dead in this story, and this could never fit into sixth year. Also, please be gentle with reviews (this is my first fic up for public viewing). I don't know how frequently I'll update, as this story is definitely going to be long and gradual, but I will try to write as much as I can and update at least every week.
Draco stared at the parchment with unfocused eyes. He could no longer hear the din of the Great Hall, even though his 'friends' were beside him. This letter had sent the Slytherin straight into silent pleas with a deity he wasn't sure existed. It was from his Aunt Bella, whom he didn't especially like, but for her to have written him, it must have been urgent.
The boy was right, but just how urgent, he now had trouble believing. 'This has to be wrong, it just has to!' Draco's throat closed as tears threatened to break free. Steeling himself as best he could, Draco stood and abruptly ran from the Hall.
Draco did not see the concerned look on the headmaster's face, nor did he know that Dumbledore and the Potions Master had stood to follow him. The adults momentarily lost the blond, but they heard his ragged sobbing and his fists that evidently contacted with the floor. They followed the sound, and came upon the broken boy huddled in a dark corner, sobbing and pulling at his hair for all he was worth.
The headmaster began to approach the young man, but a hand on his shoulder, and Severus shaking his head told him to stay for the moment. Severus knelt beside Draco, and spoke in a voice almost completely devoid of his coldness. "Draco. What's happened?" So broken was Draco that his only response was to hand the letter to his teacher.
Reading the hastily scribbled words, Severus lost his breath. "No…" The cold and emotionless declaration was enough to make even Severus Snape lose his mask. However, neither Slytherin wanted to believe the message. This just could not be true, but neither was blinded from the cold truth. Severus fell back to lean against the wall, his head resting on the heels of his hands.
The black haired man handed the letter to Dumbledore, who read the letter, and took on a look of sympathy. "Draco, my boy, you do not yet know if this statement is true or false." The headmaster's voice was gentle, trying to soothe the boy, but he would have none of it. "No, professor. I know it is. And it's all that bastard's fault!"
Sadness was giving way to anger as Draco realized who was responsible for the most horrific event of his life. "He will not get away for this. And I'll see his master dead as well!" His voice was dangerously soft as he made himself perfectly clear. Albus Dumbledore shook his head, trying to bring reason to the boy whose eyes were tinged with blood. "You mustn't put yourself in danger, Draco. Do you think she wishes you to join her this soon?"
Draco gave the headmaster a look of disgust at the insinuation. He could not even muster the strength to hiss at the old sorcerer. All the boy could do was let more tears fall even as a bewildered Harry Potter approached and asked the headmaster what was going on. Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "It is not my place to tell. Draco will reveal his sorrows if and when he sees fit."
The brunette nodded, still confused, but said no more. 'Whatever happened, it really had an impact.' Lost in thought, Harry had to be jarred back to life at the headmaster's inquiry. "Harry, will you please escort young Draco to the hospital wing? I doubt that he is wishing to attend classes this day." Looking concernedly at the Slytherin in question, Harry nodded, helped Draco to stand and the boys made their way up toward Madam Pomfrey, a note from the headmaster clutched angrily in Draco's hand.
"Malfoy, what happened back there? You just fell apart." Harry spoke in concern, but Draco's tone was scathing even through his tears. "You're lucky, Potter. You don't remember your parents. I know my mother-so I know what was lost when my father decided to rip her from the world!" At this, Harry stopped walking, suddenly feeling rather ill. Draco looked back at him in disgust. "Yea. My father killed his own wife. How's that for parenting?"
Harry had naught to say as they climbed the last set of stairs, but he had the sinking feeling that he could not leave Draco alone like this. Though the blonde was showing only anger, his pain was so thick, Harry felt it in his very soul, and though this boy was his rival, Harry was not about to leave and find out that the boy had done something stupid.
Harry led the way through the doors of the hospital wing, making sure Draco was alright. As soon as the doors began to close, Madam Pomfrey appeared and questioned the boys on their presence. Draco sullenly held out the note. The mediwitch took it and read it quickly.
"Oh, you poor child. Come. Have a rest for today. Sounds like you'll need as much as you can get about now." She gazed at Harry for a moment, noting his determined expression. The woman honestly did not know what to make of the fact that he seemed to want to stay with his nemesis, but she nodded slightly at him and retreated back to her office.
"Why are you still here?" Draco's comment came as a slap across Harry's face, but he looked calmly at the boy who had just become human to him. "You're going through a lot, Malfoy. We may not be on the best of terms, but I am not going to leave you alone when you're this upset." Harry's voice carried an edge he had not meant to give it, but the blonde was seemingly unaffected by it.
"Fine, stay. I really don't care. Just know that I won't be bearing my soul-if such a thing exists-to you just because you're here." Harry nodded and took a seat not too far from his year mate. Draco had no idea that he had, indeed, borne a small fragment of his soul in the comment he made. But Harry had noted it.
The boys sat in silence for quite a few hours, Harry unwilling to set Draco off and Draco stubbornly refusing to share his thoughts. Around lunch, however, both boys were jarred from their thoughts when the door to the infirmary opened quietly and a confused Hermione strolled up to Harry. "Harry, why haven't you been in class? Dumbledore wouldn't tell us what happened." A nearly inaudible snort emerged from Draco, who was now reading an old magazine, but it was clear that he was listening carefully as he sent a threatening glare towards Harry and his friend before continuing to 'read'.
"That, Hermione, is because it's not his place to tell. It's not mine either. Just tell Ron I'll see you guys later, okay?" The witch sighed and nodded. Before she left, she promised to bring Harry's homework up to him if he wasn't back by dinner. A nod was the brunette's only response, but it seemed to satisfy the girl, who turned and walked silently out of the hospital wing.
As soon as the doors were completely still, Draco raised his brow at Harry, a question on his face. "It's not like she needs to know what's going on in your life, Malfoy. And I'm not so spiteful as to spread what happened throughout the school." Draco only raised his brow further, not understanding at all what was going on with the Golden Boy.
"I know you think I'm this stuck up celebrity or something, but I'd hardly call myself that. I'm not perfect, but I don't start fights just for the sake of seeing who can take what." Again, Harry's voice had a note of sharpness, but this time, it was meant to be there. Harry was finished letting this spoiled brat think with his upbringing. And, in truth, Harry saw that it was just that that made the Draco Malfoy he was currently staring at. Another truth was that Harry pitied the other boy for being forced to be something he clearly was not.
Soon, evening was upon the boys, and Hermione came to deliver not only Harry's missed work, but Draco's as well. The blonde stared at the girl warily as she set books for him on the desk that had been conjured for the boys. He was offered a kind smile, which surprised and shocked him more than he could ever say. He wondered briefly if the girl knew what had happened and merely pitied him. However, he refused to ask if that were true.
Hermione quickly left the boys to their own devices to catch up with Ron and 'force him to study or kill him trying'. Harry snorted at this and bade his friend goodbye. A few silent moments passed before the boys decided to start in on their work. Harry was surprised to find that Draco was quite competent in nearly all of his subjects.
The boys finished much earlier than Harry was used to, due only to a temporary truce in which Draco concluded that they were allowed to speak civilly to one another when it involved school work. "You're not too bad in Transfiguration, Potter. And here I was thinking that the only reason you pass that class was that you were just McGonagall's pet."
Harry smirked softly, recognizing the compliment through the sarcasm. However, he could never resist returning favors. "You're not as incompetent in Potions as I thought you were. Though Snape does love playing favorites." Draco could not deny that Snape treated him with much more 'respect' than he did the other students, but the blond knew the reason behind that was the supposed friendship between Snape and Lucius.
Once the boys were through tossing sarcasm at each other, they cleared their workspace and Draco looked at Harry almost timidly. The brunette sensed the eyes on him and turned to Draco. "What's up?" Draco looked down, clearly embarrassed about what he had to say. "Uhm…I know we're not exactly friends, but can I ask you a small favour?" Harry smirked somewhat skeptically, but nodded. "Go ahead. Can't promise I'll do it, but you can ask."
Draco smirked in an amused manner before he cleared his throat, still not looking at Harry. "Well, I…I don't much fancy the idea of sleeping in the same room as those imbeciles tonight, and Dumbledore never said I had to. So, do you think you could ask Snape to get a few of my things? Like night clothes and robes for tomorrow?"
Harry thought for a moment. Of course a guy who'd just lost his mother would want to be alone for awhile. Unable to imagine the weight of pain that Draco carried, Harry smiled warmly, though he truly felt bad for the blond boy. "Sure. I can do that."
Having said that, Harry turned from Draco, who had perched on the side of the nearest bed, and began making his way down to Snape's office. It took about ten minutes of logging down flights of stairs before Harry reached the ground floor. Upon reaching the main floor, Harry turned to head for the dungeons and Snape's office. Taking a deep breath, Harry knocked on the heavy door.
Harry was almost ready to go elsewhere to find the Potions Master when the door opened just enough for the greasy-haired man to look at his visitor. "Mister Potter. To what do I owe this lovely visit?" Harry wanted to glare at the tone his teacher took, but he reminded himself that he was doing someone a favour.
"Sorry to bother you, professor, but Draco…well, he wanted to stay in the infirmary for the night. And, uh, he's asked me if I could get a few things for him." Severus took the request into consideration for a few moments before he stepped out of his office and set his wards upon the door. "Stay here," the man barked at Harry.
Before Harry could inquire, Snape had turned and headed in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories. He muttered the password to the portrait, speaking so low no one could hear. Harry half wondered if Snape was paranoid, and snorted at the fact that he probably was.
Not even five minutes had passed before Snape returned with Draco's clothing. "This is all he should need for tonight. And if you would not like detention, I suggest you get to your room once you've brought these to Mister Malfoy." Harry nodded silently and turned to start his trek back to the hospital wing.
Once Harry entered the infirmary, he saw Draco lounging on the bed he had chosen, attempting to read a book, but Harry saw his eyes were unfocused and tears were coming to them slowly. He stayed silent as he approached the bed, not wanting to scare or embarrass the blond Slytherin, but was startled when Draco spoke to him. "My mum told me to read this book once. She said it was a wonderful story about a happy life. She was so sad when she told me that. I guess she wanted that sort of life. But she never got it." A sigh. "Maybe she'll have it in the next life. I hope she will."
Harry was stunned at Draco's small outburst, but then he thought that after what he had seen of Draco earlier that day, it really shouldn't surprise him. Draco wiped his tears away, and attempted a brave smile, but Harry could clearly see the new tears that wanted so much to escape. The brunette could do nothing but shift the clothing in his arms and rest a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder.