A/N: Chapter two my lovelies! I'm hoping to get at least one chapter out a week, but this may not happen as I am a full time college student, and trying to get a job. I will do my best though. Also, check out my other multi-chapter HP stories "Sorcery at Twilight" (which is a Twilight crossover) and "Music is The Best Kind of Magic" (Which is a rewrite of my original story of the same title on AFF, however I like this version better. This is a HP/JB (original JB not Bieber) crossover) both are works in progress and while MITBKOM is a rewrite I am still figuring out where I really want it to go. The only part up right now is the prologue. SaT is also a slow work in progress as I lost some of my notes on where I wanted it to go. However, I'm starting to pick it up again. Neither will be updated as often as this story though.

Disclaimer: I noticed I forgot this in the first chapter. I do not own, in any way, Harry Potter or any of it's affiliates. If I did, I'd be rewriting the epilogue that made me mad rather than writing fanfiction! So with that said, I will not be putting this disclaimer in any other chapters as I am of the opinion one is enough.

Chapter Two!

When the two boys woke up, it was to the feel of another being next to them, and not only next to them, but cuddled together. Draco to his utter amazement was actually holding Harry in his sleep and Harry didn't seem to be protesting. After a few minutes the younger boy realized that for the first time in over a year he hadn't had a nightmare. There were no dreams of the ministry, no reliving the rebirth of Voldemort, and absolutely no sounds of his mothers' screams the night she died. In fact if he remembered correctly he had actually had a pleasant dream that involved an older Draco and himself along with two small children. One with unruly black hair and silver blue eyes, the other with perfect blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glowed like the Avada Kedavra curse.

"Well that is strange." He murmured to himself. Of course he had forgotten that the blond could obviously hear him and so was surprised when he heard a reply.

"What is the strange part? Waking up with a male companion or me?" The Slytherin assuming that Harry wasn't happy with the situation had started to pull his arms away and was therefore was surprised when Harry grabbed his arms and snuggled deeper into them.

"Neither actually, the strange part was not waking up in the middle of the night screaming from a nightmare." After saying this, Harry realized no one knew he had the nightmares every night except his dorm mates, and he became embarrassed.

"Harry if I keep the nightmares at bay, why don't I stay with you all summer, maybe we'll get a chance to talk about the things that cause your nightmares and be able to get it to where you don't have them at all come September." Draco knew this was probably mobbing far too fast considering just the day before they had hated each other but he couldn't explain the feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he would need to keep all other things very slow, and build a real relationship with the Gryffindor before he even contemplated a relationship, but he just couldn't help it, he needed to protect the protector.

For a while Harry just contemplated what the blonde had said. He too knew that their friendship had moved considerably fast since the lifting of those resentment charms. He however, also knew that he had somehow managed to fight the charm and had had feelings for the Slytherin prince before they were lifted. Now that he was free to feel how he wanted his feelings had intensified times ten.

"Alright Draco, we'll see if this really helps or not. First we need to get ready for the meeting with Neville, he knows that I intended to send you a letter asking to start over but just in case, please be as nice as possible, and before anything else happens I want you to say the counter for resentment charms when we spot him. At least if we do the counter we'll know if he actually hates you or was cursed to believe he did!" Before the ice prince could reply the boy ran from the bed and closed the bathroom door securely. It wasn't until half way through his shower that he realized that he had forgotten not only his clothing but a towel as well.

"Umm, hey Draco?" He shouted hoping that there wasn't a silencing charm on the bathroom door.

"Yeah Harry?" Came a confused reply. He smirked, there was fun to be had with this situation.

"Could you come here I need some help, see I can't reach this spot right in the middle of my back and-"

"If you think I'm bloody well going to shower with you this soon after we become friends you can just forget it Potter!" At this Harry couldn't stand it anymore and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, I just need a towel and felt like messing with you!" He heard the blonde mutter something but none the less the door opened and a towel was thrown at the shower. "Thank you!" Harry yelled still trying to contain his laughter. He put the towel on the sink and finished his shower, only to get an eyeful of a very naked Malfoy when he opened the bathroom door. "MY EYES!" He yelled dramatically.

"What the bloody hell Potter! Couldn't wait for two more minutes, or ask if I was decent?" However, while his mouth was saying one thing, his eyes said another. Just by looking in them Harry could tell that Draco could care less that he had just been walked in on while changing. In fact, if Harry had to bet on it, he would say the blond rather enjoyed it. So in return he just smirked and grabbed his clothes for the day and went back in the bathroom.

When he came back he sat down at the desk where Winky had left his letters from his friends. He read the one from Neville first.

Dear Professor (Sorry mate couldn't hold back!),

My grandmother and I would be pleased to meet with you at our shared favorite location. She says we will rot our teeth before we're 20 if we keep this up though. Of course I remember Honeydukes, how could anyone forget!

Cordially (Gran made me write that!)
Neville B. Longbottom

With a smirk he handed the letter to Draco, who had been trying to read over his shoulder. The blond just smiled and took the letter gratefully. Next was Luna's letter.

Brother dearest,

Of course I am still playing the act! I wouldn't be the daughter of Prongs if I wasn't! Now as for those "extra wards" the headmaster said he put up, not bloody likely! My "father" says the headmaster hasn't even spoken to, let alone seen, him in over three years! So of course as soon as I received your letter I put up every single one we talked about, father says I'm paranoid but I know that we're a target, even more so when they find out the real bond between us, I have little faith that they won't. It's only a matter of time before he tries to break into your mind again.

Now about what your said on the train, I hope you snag him; you'd make a lovely pair! Plus it wouldn't be all cutesy and couply all the time, you two will always be the best at getting on each others' nerves, even without the resentment charms that I suspect are on you.

Take care brother dear, and be safe, I know you're people saving thing can be a hassle, but rest assured, if any of us REALLY need you we will contact you, do not believe any visions you get, we're still working on getting Sirius back and we need all our attention on that. When we have him back, he can set the world straight on who I am, and we can be a family again. Oh would it be alright with you if I pursue my feelings for Neville? I know he is your friend and that's why I ask, I don't want it to be awkward between the two of you or anything.

With love
Your sister,
Luna-Star Lilly Lovegood (for now)

Harry was furious when he read that Dumbledore hadn't even bothered, it was one thing with Luna and Neville, they both had magical guardians and the Longbottom home was sure to be heavily warded being that it belonged to one of the ten most ancient and noble houses. However, Hermione, his sister in all but blood, was a muggleborn and if he hadn't visited Luna, he sure as hell hadn't visited Hermione. It was with that thought in mind that he picked up the last letter after handing the second one to Draco.

Harry. Can't write much. House attacked. Death Eaters. All Safe. Mom and Dad Alias, you know where. I'm going to Star's house. I'll mail you when safe. They're looking for you. Be careful! Hermione.

For several seconds the boy-who-lived stared at the paper, not parchment, that's how fast Hermione had written the note; it was on a random piece of paper, and in muggle pen. His best friend, his sister had been attacked because their esteemed headmaster hadn't done as he had agreed to do. Harry knew the reason too, he was hoping, hell he could have planted the seed in old Tom's mind, that Hermione would be attacked and killed to leave Harry in more despair so that he would look to the headmaster for guidance. Well not this time, this time they had been a step ahead of the master puppeteer and had made an escape plan. During Christmas the previous year, Harry had snuck out of the castle for a day and gone to Diagon Alley where he immediately had the goblins use his money to form Aliases for Hermione's parents and bought them a home in New York City in the USA. They knew there was a very likely chance that Hermione's home would be attacked. After the aliases were set, and they were sure there was no holes anywhere, Harry and Hermione set upon the task of creating portkeys that would activate for muggles, and then gave them as a present to her parents for Christmas.

Harry was glad they had the foresight to see that this could happen, but he was downright pissed that it had. He only did what he did to make sure they'd be safe, and then Dumbledore goes and messes everything up by making sure they wouldn't be. Now if only there was a way to get that old man under his thumb so he would have to do as he was supposed to and not as he pleased.

"She will be fine Harry, calm down. You're shaking a magical building with your anger, that's a serious show of power, one we can't afford to be showing at the moment!" Draco said as he grabbed the raven haired boy by the shoulders. Even though it was a rough-ish touch, the contact itself made Harry relax, he knew he needed to calm down, but when he's like that he can't do it alone. The last time he'd gotten pissed off was when he blew up aunt Marge.

"Thank you." With that said Harry picked up a letter that had just been delivered by Dobby.

Harry,

I did some snooping and I couldn't tell you on the train, too many variables. Anyway, at your earliest convenience can Shay and I meet up with you? We'd also like to get in on any summer training you may be doing. We could all do with some out of school training if we're going to help you beat this douche bag. I know you'll protest right up to the final battle, but mate if you go into the battle alone you won't win. You have to know that there are people that are willing to die to make sure you live, and the only way you'll know that is if we're with you when it counts most. Anyway, that's enough girly moments for one letter, write me back and let me know when we can meet up, sooner than later please Harry.

Take care and Stay alert!
Dean and Shay.

Harry stared at the letter for a good five minutes before letting it fall on the desk. He knew that the war would eventually boil down to him and Voldemort. He wasn't stupid, the prophecy said as much. However, he didn't know how Dean and Seamus had figured it out so quickly. He hadn't told anyone yet. When he realized it could just be common sense he wrote a quick reply telling them he'd let them know when he was available, and to sit tight for a few days until there was someplace more stable for them to meet. Once he'd sent Dobby off with the reply he looked up to meet stormy grey eyes.

"They're right you know, you can't do this alone. You need all your friends and family there. I know you hate them, but would it be okay if while you're with the healers later, I go check the Dursley's for spells? I'll need to know your mom's maiden name of course to make sure that any spells that were cast are not directed towards her son rather than towards Harry Potter. Yes they are the same, but the wording is different." A reassuring smile was the only comfort he could offer the shorter boy as he put a hand on his shoulder. He knew what it was like to grow up without knowing love, but at least he had the luxury of knowing his mom did love him, but was forced not to show it. Harry had never had that, he had always known that not only was he made to feel unloved, but the people who made him feel that way, truly did not hold any love for him. The boy with startling green eyes just shook his head.

"I appreciate the offer Dray, I really do, but I can't. If it turned out that they had treated me that way for my whole life because they really truly hated me, it would hurt worse than all the years of mental and emotional abuse combined. I can deal with knowing that perhaps they are charmed to treat me this way. However, knowing they weren't that would kill me." With that said he turned to pull on his sneakers, showing the conversation was over and there was no sense arguing. Draco just nodded a moment before finishing his morning ritual, well most of it. He decided that if he were going to start new friendships, and in essence his life over, he was going to be who he wanted not a aristocratic clone of his father. So when the two boys left for their outing, both were sporting the "shaggy" hairstyle that muggle teens were accustomed to wearing rather than the blonde spending an hour sleeking it back with more product than Lavender Brown used in a month.

They arrived at Fortescue's Ice Cream shop and automatically set up wards around their booth. Neither noticing they had done so both wandless and wordless. Mind, in a magical place such as this they didn't need to worry about the "underage" restriction, but it was still a big deal when two teens of barely 16 use wandless let alone wordless magic. After several minutes the waitress came and asked what she could get them. Draco ordered a strawberry sundae with a little Carmel sauce added in and Harry ordered a "blueberry cheesecake mix with whipped topping and Carmel on top." The waitress stared at him a moment before nodding and going to get their orders. Harry just chuckled, he had had the mix at some muggle place the summer before and fell in love with it, he even had Dobby make it every so often so he could have a nice sugar high and break from the life of Harry Potter.

"Young master Potter, it is an honour to meet you, I am Lady Longbottom, and this is my grandson, heir to the Longbottom family." Were the words that brought Harry out of his musings about ice cream and how to get Draco on a sugar high. He looked up and saw that Neville and his gran were standing there, looking more their part as head and heir to an ancient and noble family than Harry could remember ever seeing Neville look in the five years they'd known each other.

"Lady Longbottom, it is an honour to meet you as well. May I introduce Draco Malfoy, heir apparent to the Malfoy family and soon to be Lord Malfoy if I pull the right strings?" Harry said standing up and bowing slightly to his elder. Draco had told him on the short walk to the ice cream parlor that this was the correct way to greet an elder of social standing. With the niceties out of the way they all sat around the table in an informal manner.

"Now why would you need to introduce him? He use to be around playing with Neville all the time as young boys. Of course, to keep up appearances that stopped when he turned old enough to go to Hogwarts." This of course was a shock to Harry as neither boy had ever mentioned this event before. The youngest teen gave both boys a short glare before turning back to Augusta.

"Ma'am would it be possible, once I find a more, shall we say, stable housing arrangement, for Neville to accompany me on a day to day basis for training over the summer? We would be focusing on not only improving the spells we already know, but learning more that are outside of the curriculum at Hogwarts, as well as building stamina and learning the art of muggle hand to hand combat. Hopefully that will give us an edge in the impending war."

The elderly woman simply stared in amusement for a few moments before answering. When she did answer it was with a twinkle of mirth in her eyes. "Harry, nothing could please me more. Ever since he started practicing with you earlier this year, my Neville has shown a great increase in not only power, but self-confidence as well. He carries himself taller now, and holds his head proud, he's even asked to learn the history of our family and take on more responsibilities concerning his impending head of house when he turns 17. If you think you can continue to help him with these improvements, then by all means take him and train every day, as long as I still get to see my grandson for supper." With a smile and pat to the shoulder of all three boys the woman with the strange bird hat, which she had left at home for the outing, stood and left. However, not before saying over her shoulder, "Draco darling the elves miss you." Harry sat staring at the Slytherin completely guffawed, how is it possible that elves missed him, his own elves jump at the opportunity of clothes! Seeing his look Draco merely nodded.

"Now, the real reason I wanted to meet with you Nev, is that I wish to help your parents recover. I know the healers say that it's impossible, and that they barely respond to medication, you told me all that, but I want to know specifics. I may not like Snape, but he has tutored Draco since he was young, and because of this Draco is a prodigy, and I think with his help we can really find a cure, hell we might even be able to find a cure for the lycanthropy curse for Moony." For a moment the day older boy only stared, there was no way he couldn't possibly be hearing what he thought he was. His family had given up hope on there ever being a cure for his parent's years ago. Then he saw the look of determination on Harry's face, and in that moment he knew if anyone could bring his parents back from their mental hell, it was the two boys in front of him.

"Alright, well after they get their potions they don't shake or anything, they just stare, sometimes out the windows, sometimes at nothing. My mom, every year for Christmas gives me a gum wrapper, we're not entirely sure where she gets them either, but still, only on the Christmas visit, which gives us the idea that she is somewhere in her mind registering the time of year and everything. I remember when I got my letter I was so excited I begged gran to take me to see them and I told my dad first, it was strange, it was almost like he was trying to smile, you could feel his happiness coming from him, but he was unable to convey it. Without their medicine they shake, like they've just been hit with the curse, even after all this time. Oh and if they miss their medication for the day, which never happens anymore but it did for a while when I was younger because a death eater got to walk away by claiming imperious and they got employment, they were trying to finish the job off I guess, anyway if they miss a day, its like they start feeling again, the potion numbs their bodies so they don't feel pain. Well when they miss a day, or fourteen in the case of the death eater that worked there, they start to get the feelings back and some muscle control, but not enough to be discharged. Gran says until a real cure is found it's better that they just stay on the medication. I agree...most of the time, but then there's times where I ask what if the real cure is time." With several pauses to keep composure, Neville finished telling his tale to his friends. They both sat momentarily still until Harry had an idea. He snapped his fingers and muttered 'eureka!' before standing up and running out of the shop. The two older boys caught up with him as he was entering the apothecary. By the time they reached where he was talking to the shop owner he had already erected a silencing charm so they couldn't hear what they were saying. However when Draco saw the amount of gold Harry handed over, he knew that he was in for a summer of trial and error runs.

"Now I just need to acquire about thirty muggle mannequins. Draco I hope you're in for a wild summer!" Then he waited patiently while the blonde looked around and acquired some of the other ingredients that he could see himself needing for this endeavor. None of the three of them knew if the end result would work, nor did they really know what ingredients would be needed. They were not trying to improve on the potion their potions professor had already made, but rather starting with a new slate and trying to make a potion that was better. They knew the likeliness of being successful in one summer when the best minds in potioneering had been working on this for the last 15 years was little to none, but they also knew that if they were able to find a cure, not only would Neville have his family back, but the wizarding world would have hope again. If they could cure two people who had been stuck in their own minds for the last 15 years, then the wizarding world would see that Voldemort and his men were just bullies and that they could win this war.

After an hour and a half of wandering the alley Neville decided to head home and agreed to train with them when they were ready. As he left they spotted the "cronies" as Harry and Hermione had taken to calling them in previous years, approaching. Draco knew this wasn't going to end well so he pretended not to be with Harry, after a quick, 'meet you in the room, ten minutes.' He walked towards them and he could be heard saying that he was going to be praised by his father when he got out because he broke "Potter's" nose. Harry shook his head and went back to the Leaky Cauldron to change into a set of Muggle sweats and a tee shirt. They had to be at St. Mungo's at noon and he didn't feel like wearing his wizards robes to the hospital, hell truth be told he really didn't want to be going to the hospital, but he knew he had to.

While waiting for Draco's return Harry started to contemplate the last 24 hours of his life. He knew to most people shopping enthusiastically with your school rival would seem a little extreme, but to him it didn't. Most of their mutual hatred for each other stemmed from the resentment charms that had already been lifted, and even with them they had cared for each other, so their new friendship had actually started, probably as early as that chance meeting in Madam Malkins' shop. Granted, the charms would have had to been placed on the two boys before they met again so Hagrid had probably told Dumbledore that they had met in the robe shop and then Dumbledore dispersed some of his "flunkies" to do the deed. The spell wasn't strong enough for Dumbledore to have cast it, if he had cast it, they wouldn't have been able to override the charms with their true feelings at all.

Then there was the fact that Draco had willingly helped him get rid of the charms, with no interest in a return favor, very un-Slytherin of the blonde indeed. However, Harry knew that they needed to save Draco's mother before too long or she would be right back where she started and that would never do. While his father may be in jail, he was almost certain that Voldemort would be taking advantage of that fact and do something…untoward…to Narcissa.

"Harry, it took longer than I thought to shake them, said they were instructed to follow me because I never came home last night. I ditched them in a public loo and apparated back to the Cauldron then came upstairs." A soft drawl stated, pulling him out of his thoughts. The Gryffindor looked up at the blonde and smiled, he hadn't even noticed that it had been close to an hour.

"I was just musing to myself, don't worry Dray. However, in my musings I came across an interesting thought. We need to have your mother moved to a safe house. I think while I'm having whatever they're going to do to me done, you should go collect her and her necessities, don't worry about things that can be replaced, like clothing and things, just family heirlooms. Tell her to apparate to 32 Chesnutt Ln. This is Remus's address, it's a small cottage in the countryside and I know he'll be more than willing to help her out." Draco only nodded because he was searching his mind trying to figure out what Harry was hinting at, he knew his mother had talked about a Remus before, and very fondly so, but he couldn't remember for the life of him.

"Harry, does this Remus of yours, well…does he have a mate?" He still wasn't too sure of himself when he asked the question but it was the best way to see if his memory was right.

"Yes. Three in fact. It's a very interesting bond, see there's two dominants and two submissive's, that's because Remus' wolf recognizes that he needs a second dominant to keep his sub in line for the week of the full moon, but because of this he also needs a second Sub so that when he is with his submissive the other Dom will have someone to be with. Of course they all four love each other and care deeply for each other, but because one was in Azkaban for so long, the bond has been weakened. We need to reunite them all again, so they don't die." With that as his last comment he grabbed Draco's arm and apparated to the apparition point in an alley around the corner from St. Mungo's.

Upon arrival at the hospital Draco ushered Harry to the desk for check in, the counter witch knew who both were but kept her mouth shut, much to their delight. When she sent them on her way to the room where the doctor would check Harry, she pulled out a list that looked old and weathered and crossed off Meet Harry Potter to prove he's just like everyone else, with a smile on her face. She had been in an argument with her friends for years over whether or not he would be just like everyone else of if he was some kind of super god. Her friends were all convinced, being the savior and all, he must be a super god, whereas she felt that it was a miracle that the boy had stopped the dark lord not a super power.

"Mr. Potter, nice of you to finally show, I've been expecting you since you re-entered the magical world. I was your personal pediatrician when you were a tot. When your parents died, well that headmaster of yours said that I was no longer needed and that you would contact me if you wanted to continue with me as a healer once you were of the age 11. I'll say it's taken you a while to get here." The woman before him seemed oddly familiar, but all he could piece was a distant memory of him and a woman he called "Trisha."

"Ma'am did I call you Trisha when I was not but a babe?" He asked smoothly trying not to show that this woman was slightly scary with her vast knowledge of his infancy. That is, she scared him until she smiled and nodded.

"Yes, when you were little you couldn't say pediatrician, so even though my name is Mary, I told you to call me Trisha. You remember me then?" He nodded slightly and mumbled a 'a little' before turning to Draco.

"Ma'am unfortunately he is slightly shy at times. Mostly around those whom he is afraid to ask how well they knew his parents. However, we just need you to check him for any type of charms that should not be on him, such as power blocks, ability blocks, or even memory charms. Once that's done we'd like you to reverse them." The Slytherin now looked every bit the aristocrat he had been brought up to be. The healer nodded and ran a scan. Only, the results caused her to scowl and she ran the test again. It was then that Harry knew, he knew that he was in for a very painful night, as Madame Pomfrey would call it.

"Is there a problem Trisha?" Harry asked in a soft whisper. So soft the pediatrician almost missed it.

"Harry, I'm afraid my initial scan comes back with several memory charms, as well as two power blocks, your ability to learn mind arts blocked, the ability to become an animagus blocked, and also several compulsion charms. These are almost broken however; I think you've been breaking away at them for several months without realizing it. Also it seems that there is something attached to your scar, in fact if I didn't know better, I'd say it was a bit of someone else's soul because it almost looks like your scar has an aura of its own. Where your aura is so silver it is almost white, it changes around your scar and is black as night." Harry frowned; he remembered reading about something like that the summer before in Grimuald place. He wasn't entirely sure, but tiny things started to make sense.

"Ma'am I am about to ask you something that can not leave this room. I cannot tell you where I have heard about the things I am about to ask you. However, after I have I will swear on my magic that I have no intention of doing such a thing." When he saw she was casting silencing and locking charms as well as repellant charms on the door he exhaled. If he was right, then he knew he needed to get Dumbledore under control fast because the only one who could possibly tell him the information he'd need about Tom Riddle would be his very own mentor.

"Alright Harry, what is this about then?" He smiled slightly forgetting what he was about to disclose. However, as soon as he forgot he remembered and the smile was gone.

"Alright, you say the aura is almost as if it belongs to someone else? What if it does? I was reading, and again I won't say where I read it, but I was reading and I came across a thing called "Horcrux" and it's a way to reach immortality, essentially. The act happens when one kills someone, their soul is ripped and they anchor it to another object, or in this case person. What if the night Tommy boy attacked my house, he had already done the ritual and then when he killed my mother and father his spell rebounded because he hadn't completed the ritual but had already made two rips?" At this information Draco fainted. A Malfoy actually Fainted! Mary or "Trisha" looked puzzled for a moment and then stood up and started pacing.

"Harry I would like to test something, I believe you know the headmaster's phoenix, could you try to call him to you please?" Harry did as was asked and in his mind said, 'Fawkes, please come to me,' and a moment later there was a ball of flames and then a giant songbird.

"Hey boy, how are you?" Fawkes gave an irritated trill and Harry laughed. "Well the headmaster has that effect on people!" The bird nodded its head and then looked at the healer.

"Fawkes, I need to try something on Harry, but I need to know first if you are willing to spare a few of your tears whether it works or not. I need to put two drops of basilisk venom on his scar, and if it does what I think it should, after a moment I'll need you to cry on his scar to stop the venom. If it doesn't do what I think it will, then I need you to cry on his scar and heart so that the venom won't spread and if it does will be killed as it reaches the heart. Will you do this?" The songbird gave a loud trill and flew around the room before settling on the pillow of the bed. Draco, who had been revived by Harry, smiled and understood this meant the bird was not Dumbledore's at all, but rather spying on him for Harry. However, he was almost certain that Harry had no idea.

"Well let's get this over with." Harry mumbled as he followed Fawkes and laid down on the hospital bed. He took several calming breaths before looking at Draco. If he were to die, at least he could do so staring at something beautiful.

"Alright this might hurt a little." The aging woman stated as she took a dropper out and carefully placed two drops of the venom on Harry's scar, almost instantly the color change in Harry's aura started disappearing, and when it was gone, she did a quick scan to be sure it was really gone before she told Fawkes to place four tears on Harry's scar, which also had changed slightly. Instead of a bright red, fresh looking scar, he now had one that looked as though it had been there for many years and had faded throughout time just as a normal scar should. "Well that does it, your oath as a wizard Harry, please to settle my nerves." She said as she helped him back up

"I, Harry James Potter, do hereby state on my magic, and my life, that I have no intention, nor shall I ever endeavor to make a powerful dark artifact known henceforth as a "Horcrux." So I have said, so it shall be." A ribbon shot out of his wand and wrapped itself around him and then once tied together disappeared. The pediatrician smiled and they all fell into several moments of silence while she calculated how long of a magic induced coma he would be in for.

"Alright, I think that two days should be long enough for your body to adjust. When I release the blocks on your power, your natural healing power will be completely unblocked, and in doing so will heal your body of the malnutrition you've suffered the last 15 years. So, I will put you in a magical coma, and you will be revived in two days at precisely 10 am. Is this alright with you?" Both boys looked at each other and nodded. Draco left to go negotiate with the Goblins and then collect his mother, as well as his and Harry's things from the Leaky Cauldron. Harry turned back to his parents' friend, and his new savior.

"That would be excellent. Just one thing, can I possibly get a room that is high profile? There's some pretty interesting mix of people that are trying to find me for one reason or another and I'd feel better knowing that they can't get to me while I'm unable to defend myself." With that request, Trisha nodded and led both Harry, and Fawkes who was now perched on his true masters shoulder to a room where they usually kept the minister when he needed overnight medical care.