Title: The Unknown Malfoy

Rating: M

Warnings: AU, OOC, Evil Dumbledore, violence

Disclaimer: I swear I make no profit from this, and do not own Harry Potter, if i did, i wouldn't have to work anymore.

Chapter 2

Harry was vaguely aware of murmuring voices. He hurt everywhere. Why couldn't they be quiet?

"So you're saying that there are signs that he has suffered this kind of abuse before?" The voice was deep, and carried a sense of power. Harry found himself relaxing despite himself, and falling back into sleep.

"Yes. That is what I am saying, however some of it could be from the spells wearing off so suddenly, and there being no one to help him with the process at the time. He has essentially become a different person in the time of a week. He will rest for a while yet..." Harry recognized that voice, and he tried to open his eyes, but he fell into a deep sleep.

'Dreamless Sleep potion. Damn the greasy git.' And then Harry he was asleep.

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Harry opened his eyes. He could see. that struck him as odd. He knew that his glasses weren't on, but he could still see everything in the room perfectly clearly.

The walls were painted a deep green. The floor was covered in a plush green carpet. The chairs across the room were also in a green, although slightly lighter in color. The tiles around the fireplace were black, with carver serpents slithering up on either side. The chairs had silver pillows on them, and the sofa had a pale green blanket draped across the back. Looking at his bed, Harry could see that the sheets were made from a black silk, and the pillows and comforter were in a rich green. The canopy over his bed was a silvery gray. The walls were sparse. There was a painting of a moonlit clearing in a forest on the wall above the fireplace, and to the right of Harry's bed was a set of heavy, dark curtains, allowing only a crack of golden light to fall through onto the carpet. On the Wall to Harry's Left was a door. On one wall was a desk, and on the opposite wall was another door.

'Where in the name of Merlin am I?' he thought, trying to take all of this in.

That's when he that there was a bedside table to his right that held two cups of tea, and on that same side of his bed two chairs were drawn up, one containing a dark haired man, slouched forward and snoring lightly. He was beginning to think that the man looked familiar when he heard a toilet in the room through the door to the left of his bed, flush. Quickly, Harry laid back down, and evened his breathing. If there was on thing he could do, it was pretend to be asleep.

Quiet footsteps stopped by the bed, and he felt a gentle hand stroke his hair.

"When you wake up, little one, we have much to discuss." Harry recognized the voice. Lucius Malfoy. It took all his energy to not sit up and run from the room, but despite himself, Harry felt his body slowly slipping back into sleep, and the gentle hand continued to stroke his head.

'I'm in soooo much trouble.'

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Harry woke up, and blinked. He was still in the strange, rich, definitely Slytherin oriented room. He blinked his green eyes. He was facing the canopy over his bed, lying on his back. He rolled his head to he side, feeling a pressure on his hand, and his eyes met a sight he thought he would never see.

Lucius Malfoy was sitting in what looked like an uncomfortable armchair, leaning forward on the bed, dozing with his head on his arms, holding onto Harry's hand with his slim, pale one. Harry tried to pull his hand out from the firm grasp, but the movement woke the man, and suddenly silver eyes were looking into his green ones for a brief moment, before he was being pulled into a hug so tight that he felt like he was being squeezed tighter than any hug Mrs. Weasley could ever hope to give.

Then, as sudden as the embrace had been, Lucius was gone, sprinting across the room to the door Harry assumed led to a hallway, and was throwing it open, shouting into the hall.

"Severus! Narcissa! He's awake, come quick!"

Then Harry was faced with his potions professor and the mother of his school rival, both approached the bed. Snape began running scans on Harry, evaluating how he was doing, while Narcissa held herself back, watching him with red rimmed eyes.

'They must not have slept,' he realized, as Snape began pulling vials out of a bag. Taking the opening, Narcissa hugged Harry to her, not as firmly as Mrs. Weasley, but enough to make him smile. Lucius noticed his smile, and became pleased, his lips turning up, as he watched his wife help the boy to take the potions he was offered by the potions master. Soon, Harry started to doze off, and Lucius turned to Snape.

"Severus, is it really necessary to put him to sleep again? He's slept a whole week already. Isn't that enough?" At his words, Harry struggled to sit up again, despite Narcissa's protests.

" A week?" he asked, stunned. Despite the heavy feeling in his eyelids, Harry tried to stay awake, fighting the potions he had just drank. He didn't know why he trusted the potions master, but he had downed the potions without too much protest. Now he was panicked. "What happened to my relatives? What about the Order? Do they know where I am? I have to get my stuff, my broom-"

"That is enough, Mr. Potter!" snapped Snape. The boy was working himself into a panic, despite the Calming Drought in his system, and he would not have the boy have a relapse. "We will retrieve your stuff. As for the Order," he sneered, his lip curling, "they will believe that you were taken in a raid against your house. Unfortunately, your relatives will be unable to tell of what happened, as they will have been killed in the initial assault upon the home. Now rest." Harry began to protest, but Narcissa pulled him into her arms, making shushing noises, rubbing soothing circles on his back, whispering reassurances and rocking slightly as he fell to sleep.

"No one knows where you are yet. When you wake up, we will need you, so your relatives aren't gone yet. Don't worry, ssshhhh..." And Harry cried slightly, relaxing into the warm embrace.

'Maybe I can live with the Malfoys, they aren't so bad when they aren't trying to kill me or get me expelled. I wonder where Draco is.'