Never Leave Me

Madam Pomfrey seemed to be glowing in anger when she first laid eyes on Harry, but when she saw the broken self-hating look in his eyes, she seemed to quell some of her angry. She sighed as she rubbed at her temples and asked, "How long have you know Draco was you're True Mate?"

Harry had to bight back tears as he said, "About the second week of school."

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips, she seemed to consider him for a moment before saying, "It took three of my best healing potions to properly close all of his wounds, by the way, you left a very nice impression of your teeth on his shoulder and although I managed to close the wound it still left a fairly nasty scar."

Harry looked like any secant now he was going to break into sobs, but he managed to get himself under control and asked, "Is he okay now?"

Madam Pomfrey glanced back into the infirmary and said, "I can't be sure, I think he's just in shock."

Harry frowned and asked, "Why? What's wrong?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed and said, "Physically, he's fine, but he's unresponsive, if he hadn't just suffered a trauma I may be worried but I'm sure he'll be fine in the morning."

Harry swallowed his worry and let Madam Pomfrey lead him to one of the spar beds next to Draco's bed, she seemed to understand without asking what Harry needed.

The next day, Harry was horrified when Madam Pomfrey told him that Draco was still not responding, and when he walked in and Draco didn't move didn't respond in any way, it might have been actually worse than when he backed away in terror, because his eyes looked dead. Madam Pomfrey, after trying repeatedly to get some response from him, using any means necessary finally called Dumbledore, who was just as stumped. He attempted several spells but got no reaction. Dumbledore had frowned, his twinkle dimming as he sent a note to Severus.

Snape frowned when he walked into the infirmary and saw Draco, then he turned and snarled at Harry, "What did you do?" Harry was sure that Snape wouldn't stop at just that but surprisingly Snape just sighed and said, "Nothing any of us do will get him to react."

He raised an eyebrow at Harry's panicked expression and relished in making the boy squirm till Madam Pomfrey asked, "What do we do to heal him?"

Snape sighed and did a quick examination of Draco then said, "It's the same as before, he did this a couple times as a child."

Harry seemed to perk up a little bit as he asked, "How did you get him to respond then?"

Snape snapped his fingers in front of Draco's face a couple times, then said, "Nothing any of us do will get him to react." Harry opened his mouth to protest and Snape said, "He stayed like that till his mother came home, wouldn't respond to anything the house elves or I did." Snape straightened and said, "I can contact Narcissa and tell her that Draco needs her, she won't tell anyone if she believes it might endanger her son."

As a group they headed to the headmasters office, so Snape could use the flow to call Narcissa, but before he had even drop the powder in the flames roared up and the woman walked through. Narcissa was normally all elegance, and the few times Harry had seen her, it had been hard to believe she was a real mother. Now in this moment, there was not doubt. She was wearing what looked to be her bedclothes, with her overcoat thrown over top. Her hair was loosely clipped to the back of her head but many strands were falling out. Her pale blue eyes were surrounded by deep dark inky circles from lack of sleep. She had on a pair of slippers and not even a bit of make-up, as she turned and asked, "Where is my son?"

Snape looked like he wanted to ask how Narcissa had gotten through the wards on the fireplace, but Dumbledore rushed forward and gently lead her back to the infirmary, the other's on their tale. At the Infirmary door Dumbledore stopped and ushered Narcissa in, but made everyone stop outside the door, giving Mother and Son a little privacy. Harry might have complained but he could hear everything that was going on in there.

Narcissa walked over to the bed holding her son and as she gently took his hand she whispered, "Dragon?" she paused and Harry was certain she was fighting back tears, "My poor Dragon, please talk to me, tell me how I can help you?"

Harry glanced into the room just to see his Mate blink his eyes and shake his head, it looked as though he was waking up from a very deep sleep that he couldn't quite shake. Harry caught the small sad smile on Narcissa's face at her Son's confused expression, before it disappeared in her grief and she said, "I herd you, I thought you were dying from how distressed you sounded." She tightened her hand on her Son's and said, "Please Dragon, tell me what's wrong."

Draco looked up at his mother, and Harry felt his gut wrench when tears fell down his face and with the hand not in his mother's grip, wrenched the hospital shirt to the side to reveal the very obvious bight mark, it was nothing but a nasty scar. Narcissa looked at the mark, and then broke into hysterical sobs. After a few minutes Draco smiled at his mother through his own tears which were streaming down, and in a scratchy low voice asked, "Do you think we could go see that fashion show, the one in France, Just you and me?"

Narcissa looked at her son with eyes filled with too much pain, and suddenly her arms wrapped around her son, pulling him to her chest she said, "Oh my poor Dragon, I'm so sorry, but I can't loose you!"

Draco buried his face in his mother's shoulder, and he looked so much younger. After a few minutes Narcissa calmed down, and began rubbing Draco's back with one hand and petting his hair with the other. When Draco's own quite sobs began to quite down Narcissa said, "I know it hurts, but you and I… we're not the type to just lie down and die. Draco, I don't want you to just lie down and die. You're mate is not Lucius, just because we both bear a forced mark, does not mean we both are in the same circumstances."

Draco sat back enough that he could reach up and rub at his face. He let out a little sniffle and said, "I can break it."

Narcissa frowned and asked, "What are you talking about Dragon?"

Draco looked up at his mother, and his eyes were no longer dead, no longer terrified, but full of anger, "The Bond between you and Father, I can break it without killing you."

Narcissa shook her head and said, "Draco it's impossible, I've tried, everyone who's ever broken the bond died."

Draco smiled and as he rubbed his eyes he said, "No, there were two cases in the late eighteenth century where the bond between a white Veela and their Mate was broken by their firstborn son, I acquired the first son's journal."