Canadian Soldier

Summary – Draco starts to see someone who isn't him in the mirror. He starts to see memories he never remembered. He starts to feel the pain in his body every second – every War. His hearts starts constricting and it won't stop. He knows he lost something – maybe even someone – But what? Draco!is!Canada

Chapter 3 – Harry Potter

Harry watched as Malfoy left the classroom running.

Potter…What color are my eyes…?

He sounded so scared. Harry had never really looked at Draco's eyes before. They were actually…beautiful.

But he was acting differently. Harry didn't know how to put it in words – scared, maybe? Or…

Hermione and Ron came up beside him. Hermione looked lost in thought over the resent event and Ron just looked plain confused.

"What was with Malfoy? He was acting weirdly." Ron stated as they walked to Herbology. Harry was also thinking about how weird Malfoy was acting. Hermione was the one who spoke first before him.

"Did you see his hair? Shoulder length and curly. And his eyes; they were grey, not purple." They stared at the only girl in the Golden Trio. She shrugged.

"Hey, if you need to blackmail, you get all evidence shown." They went back to thinking as they all went in for a group project, Neville joining them. And then they heard it –

"Ah, ah, ah! No, I will choose the groups. Separate, separate!"

Reluctantly, they all separated and watched in horror as Slytherins were paired with Gryffindors. It was finally Harry's turn, the only Slytherin left being...No one.

"Thank Merlin…"

Professor Sprout looked around for a student who could be paired with the boy who lived but there was no one left. She sighed "Well, Mr. Potter, who can be paired with –"

"Professor, I'll be paired with him."

Harry watched in shock as Draco appeared in front of Madam Sprout, his arms wrapping around himself; as if he was protecting himself. The Professor squeaked and jumped back, startled by the Slytherins arrival. She quickly composed herself.

"Oh, then, thank you Mr. Malfoy." She too was clearly surprised by Draco's offer but accepted. Draco looked down; he seemed so much smaller.

"Can you call me Draco, please?" Sprouts eyes widened. Usually, Draco took pride in his family name but here he was giving it up. Nonetheless, she nodded.

Harry looked Malfoy and saw that he wasn't really lying in Umbridge's class – He looked really sick. Harry observed the blond as he walked over to their plant.

Hermione was right; his hair was shoulder length and curly. He actually had one curl sticking out of his hair and he looked as though he needed to squeeze something. It was kind of disturbing to see such a proud student look so small, so hidden.

They both walked over to their station, Harry noticing new things about the Slytherin boy. They started and Harry went in for small talk. The air was uncomfortable but Malfoy was too lost in thought to notice.

"So…" Harry tried to think of something to say. Malfoy looked up at him, watching curiously. It was an expression Harry had never seen before on Malfoy's face. "How long were you there, Malfoy?"

It seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Malfoy looked back down sadly. What made him so sad? He almost didn't catch what Malfoy said next.

"I was here the whole time."

Harry blanched as he heard the answer. He didn't see Malfoy and he usually always does. Did he need new glasses? He was about to check but a whisper from Malfoy made him almost punch the plant.

"And can you call me Draco…?" It was said in a whisper and Harry almost didn't catch it but he had bad eyesight, no hearing.

"Uh…" He was about to decline but with the pleading look on Malfoy's face, he couldn't. "Sure…sure…Draco…" The small boy brightened up immediately set to his work, humming a song. The…Canadian Anthem…? Then…Canadian Idiot? He had heard it before on Dudley's computer but he didn't think that the Muggle hating wizard would know it. And it was more than a little weird seeing his enemy hum.

Herbology ended faster than he had anticipated but he packed up quickly and met Ron and Hermione on the way out and told them about what had happened. They were shocked too and it soon became the mystery that they must find what was wrong with Draco. They looked up ahead of them and saw Blaise and Pansy walking and talking with Draco trailing along behind them. It was generally Draco who would talk in front with the two listening. They could hear the two talking, Draco not even making a sound.

"–And did you see him catch the snitch?! It was bloody awesome in the top row! So much better there!" Pansy nodded in excitement. Quidditch. Blaise looked around, even looking at Draco. The trio listened intently to hear what Blaise was looking for.

"Hey, where's Draco?"

It shocked them but what shocked them even more was that Draco just sighed and hesitantly pulled on Blaise robes. Blaise jumped and looked down to see Draco. His eyes widened.

"Hey, Draco! We were just looking for you! Where were you?" He asked, no dilemma in his voice; like he hadn't just forgotten his friend. Draco sighed and tightened his arms.

"I was…I was here the whole time…" He whispered it and they had barely heard him. Blaise just shrugged and went on to talking. Draco whispered dejectedly.

"I'm just…going to go to the bathroom, eh?" And walked away. The Trio stopped and waited to be alone. They had a free period.

Hermione was first to break the silence that had hugged the air securely. "So…what exactly was that?" They had no answer. Harry spoke.

"We need to find what's wrong with Draco. There's just something different about him. He's not acting like himself and he's being…how to put this –forgotten. It's just…wrong. We need to keep an eye on him." They nodded and the day continued, looking at Draco whenever they could. Tomorrow couldn't come any faster.

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The Golden Trio shuffled as they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. When they were almost arriving to eat, Harry muttered a quick reminder.

"Remember, keep an eye on Draco." Hermione nodded but Ron just looked confused at the two of them. Harry was about to ask what was wrong but Ron answered it before he could ask.

"Who?"

It was completely silent as they started at Ron in astonishment. He just shrugged.

"Who are you talking about?" They stared at each other. Hermione gulped.

"You know…Draco…Draco Malfoy?" She squeaked out the question-like statement. Ron was silent or a while, muttering to himself.

"Draco, Draco, Draco, Malfoy…Malfoy…Oh! Him! Yeah, I had forgotten!" Harry and Hermione's eyes swerved towards each other's.

"FORGOTTEN!" They both yelled at the same time. Harry muttered out loud.

"I had forgotten about Draco in Herbology…"

Hermione chimed in. "Professor Sprout had forgotten about Draco."

Ron understood. "The whole class and Umbridge had forgotten about him."

They all yelled together; thank Merlin for no one being around. "And Blaise and Pansy had forgotten about him!"

Harry slouched down, his hand on his chin. "And Ron had just forgotten about him. He's being forgotten. Is this some kind of spell or curse? What's going on? It looks as though he doesn't want to be forgotten so what is it?" They thought for some minutes until Neville walked up and asked what the bloody hell they were doing slouching and going deep in thought in the middle of the corridor. They ran to get to the Great Hall, taking their seat respectively. They were about to gather food but a delicious aroma filled the Great Hall.

Everyone seemed to have smelled it too and all head turned towards the front of the hall. There, standing like a god making human creations, stood one Draco.

Holding beautifully cooked pancakes.

It was quite a sight and everyone this time had noticed the boy who had started making his way up to Dumbledore, who was drooling with delight. He stared hungrily at the pancakes. He wiped the drool away and licked his lips.

"My dear boy…" Dumbledore was in a daze. "Did the House-elves make that…?" To the school astonishment, Draco shook his head and answered quietly but everyone had heard.

"I did. Would you like one? I need someone to test them out." Dumbledore nodded and Draco set down two pancakes on the Headmasters plate. Dumbledore started to cut them up and everyone watched in interest. Draco set down something else and Dumbledore said out loud what it was.

"Maple Syrup." Draco nodded happily with a smile on his perfectly pale yet stunning face. Draco put just the right amount on the pancakes and Dumbledore took his first bite.

Everyone was holding their breath, even Snape. Draco, who had set the other plate of pancakes on the table, had his hands folded together and was prying. They leaned forward, eager for the Headmasters reaction. Dumbledore chewed slowly and gulped them down. He sat there for a minute.

And started to cry.

Draco started to freak out. "I'm sorry! Do you not like it? I should have known! I'll just–!" Draco was about to clear the plate but the Headmaster held his hand in a stop and looked at him seriously.

"Give me six more."

Draco, dumbfounded but happy, willingly gave more to the Headmaster. He looked at the other teachers.

"Would you like some too?" They all nodded enthusiastically, Snape included, and Draco hummed as he gave them all three each, maple syrup on the side.

Harry looked back at Hermione and Ron, who were looking shocked and in a daze at Draco and the small. They looked back at him. Ron took a breath in and spoke.

"He's too nice and I don't think Lucius would allow him to cook – the Muggle way." They could only nod. Draco hummed as he skipped over to his table to eat his own pancakes, giving some to his friends. Harry sighed as he placed his forehead on his hand.

"This is going to be harder than we thought, huh?" He asked his friends.

They could only nod.