Harry walked slowly down the corridor, not even weary of Snape or Filch. He didn't care; he had just kissed Draco-Bloody-Malfoy! And Draco had run away. He was confused, lost, and if possible a little hurt. Why did Draco run? Harry knew he wasn't the best or most accomplished kisser ever. Hell, he'd only ever kissed one girl and it had caused her to cry. Or perhaps it wasn't the kiss that had made him run, but the kisser. He didn't even know if Draco was gay let alone attracted to him. He had practically thrown himself at the boy. Oh damn, that friendship that he had just made with Draco was probably blown to smithereens now.

After giving the Fat Lady the password and ambling up the stairs to his dorm, he flopped down on his fourpost bed. He decided now was the time to respond to Sirius' letter, distract himself from the whirlwind of thoughts in his brain. The letter was short, but sweet, telling Harry about possible potions that could remedy his restlessness. There was also a short anecdote about his father having the same problem when he was his age, and that made Harry smile.

Dear Padfoot,

Thanks for the advice; I think I might try that if I can talk Hermione into making it for me without her worrying sick about what it's for. I had an interesting day today, I actually stopped Ron from beating Draco Malfoy's face in. That wasn't so out of the ordinary because I have to do that on almost a daily basis, the interesting part was after Ron managed to cool down, I defended Draco! I heard him last night at a piano...well he was singing and it sort of made me wonder if I misjudged him, which is totally freaky I know. Tonight I went back and he was singing again! This time he caught me eavesdropping and we got to talking, after I explained myself. And I did a very stupid thing, I kissed him, and he ran away. I'm such an idiot, and I hope you won't hate me forever for kissing 'the enemy', but I...I want to do it again.

Thanks again for everything,

Harry

He knew his letter was choppy at best, but he wanted to make sure he got everything down. He really hoped Sirius would understand and not hate him completely he couldn't bear to lose his only family left all because of one kiss.

He wasn't aware of giving the letter to Hedwig, or when he closed his eyes and fell asleep for the first time in a long time. He was alert however when the sun blinded him in the morning and he could hear Ron's whooping shouts.

"Harry! Harry, this is so great! Malfoy's gone! I heard from Dean who heard from Pravati who heard it from Smith who saw him leave with his father early this morning! Isn't it absolutely brilliant!? No Malfoy! I hope he never comes back that would be so wonderful! No ferret to deal with ever again!"

Harry couldn't think, could barely breathe. "Ron, are you sure?"

"Yeah! No one's seen the git all day!" Ron did what could only be described as a poorly thought out dance move.

Draco was gone...no that can't be, Ron was lying, he was here at Hogwarts, safe. He didn't leave with his father. He didn't go back to...to Voldemort...not he just couldn't have. Ron was lying. "I'll see you later Ron." He quickly jumped out of bed and haphazardly threw on a pair of slacks, a shirt, and trainers.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked after Harry performed a cleaning spell on himself.

"Snape," was all he said, dashing out the door. He dimly heard Ron say: 'That Greasy Git? Don't we get enough of him during potions?' before leaving the vicinity altogether and running headlong down the Grand Stairwell. He had to make sure, he had to find out it wasn't true. Snape would know, Snape would tell him not to be so stupid and to check facts before believing ridiculous rumors...yes that was it. He finally managed to get down to the dungeons, and knocked rather forcefully on Snape's door, ignoring the burning stitch in his chest.

Snape opened the door and scowled down at Harry. "What in Merlin's name do you want at this hour of the morning Potter? I was quite busy before you rudely interrupted me," he said scathingly. Harry paid his snark no mind.

"Please sir, where is Draco Malfoy?" Snape looked taken aback, but quickly recovered.

"Not that it's any concern of yours Potter, but he left this morning with his father for his mother's funeral." Harry shook his head incredulously. "Get in here Potter." He turned on his heels, not really bothering to check if Harry had followed. Harry heard some clinking of potions vials, and then Snape whipped back around, his billowing cloak thrashing at his feet. "Here," he thrust a vial into Harry's hands, and was not surprised when Harry did not drink it right away. "Merely a calming draught for your nerves Potter," he said, his tone leaving no room for questions or arguments. Harry downed the potion, and was instantly relieved when he felt the cool liquid slip down his throat and sooth him. "Now, Potter, do you mind telling me what this entire ruckus was about?"

"Do you know what happens when Draco goes home?" He asked Snape with a raised eyebrow that would've made Draco and the elder Slytherin proud.

"He grieves over the loss of his mother, and get's to spend time with his only remaining parent." Snape said coolly, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. Harry growled at Snape's apparent nonchalance for his godson's safety. He turned on his heels and stormed off. "Potter, where are you going?" He distantly heard Snape shout after him. Harry had the sudden urge to flip him off, but resisted the temptation. Getting detention with the Greasy Old Bat would not help Draco.

He walked down the charms corridor idly wondering whether or not he should seek out Dumbledore. He had a very good inkling the old coot would say 'Harry, what's happening to Mr. Malfoy may indeed be dreadful, but we must not risk your safety for him, Severus is looking after him.' Yeah Snape was looking after him very well indeed! What good was it to be 'The Savoir of the Wizarding World' if you can't even save one person, one person who really wants, and needs your help?!

"Harry who are you talking to?" Asked a gentle, but worried voice from behind him. He spun around to see a mass of curly brown hair, and startled chocolate eyes: Hermione.

"I wasn't aware I was speaking aloud." She gave him a queer look before smiling like the mother hen she was.

"Is there something wrong Harry, you've been acting odd for days now. Even Ron the witless wonder has started to notice." Harry worried his bottom lip, he knew Hermione was trustworthy but he wasn't sure he knew enough of what was going on to explain it in enough detail. Hermione was a girl who craved detail.

"Nothing's wrong Mione," he said absently rubbing the back of his neck. He always fidgeted when he was lying, something Snape used to chastise him for in Occlumency lessons.

"Harry James Potter, do not lie to me. Please, I just want to help. Is it something to do with you having a crush on Malfoy?" Harry stared incredulously. How could she possibly! "Oh Harry, if you wanted to hide it you might not have wanted to stare at him with such a goofy grin on your face. I know Ron's thickheaded when it comes to matters of the heart," she said tightly, "but I assure you I am not."

Harry chuckled, Hermione reminded him so much of Mrs. Weasley right then. Narrowed eyes, pursed lips, one hand on her hip, the other in her unruly hair. He should've known he couldn't keep it from Hermione; she was indeed the brightest witch of their age.

"Now are you going to tell me what's been going on or am I going to have to guess?"

"If I could tell you right now Hermione, I would, but I don't completely understand it myself." He shuffled his feet awkwardly, no longer laughing in the slightest.

"Oh Harry if you thought you understood it I would fear for your sanity. We can talk about this later, now I have to go see Flitwick about one of his House Members permanently stuck to Myrtle's bathroom wall."

Harry raised his eye brow at her but she didn't give any further explanation before slipping into Flitwick's office. Harry shook his head at his friend and continued on his not so merry way. His vision began to blur as he made his way down a set of stairs behind one of the portraits. He put his hand on the wall for support, and could distantly hear manic laughing, he knew that laugh. His scar started to sear, and everything went black.

"Such a pretty boy you've raised Lucius." Harry could see the utter terror in Lucius Malfoy's grey eyes, eyes so like his son's. "Hopefully, he will do as well as you had at his age," Lucius imperceptibly shook his head, and shivered.

"M-my Lord please, have mercy, he is my only son, he's all I have." Rage welled inside Harry and crucio had left his tongue before he'd even thought about it. Lucius withered on the floor in agony. Someone screamed beside him.

"Father! Please my Lord, he didn't mean it, I'll go willingly! I'll go! Just please stop!" Harry's eyes turned on Draco, and the pale boy was instantly quelled. Lucius Malfoy lay quivering at his feet. Harry stepped closer to Draco and pulled his chin up roughly, so their eyes met. He saw truth in the plea, Draco Malfoy would be his willingly, and it sent such disgusting elation through Harry, he'd wanted to puke. He brutally pulled Draco to his feet, and violated his mouth. Harry wanted to pull away, but the small whimper Draco let out only made him want more. He wanted to corrupt this beauty, desecrate it, again and again.

"You are mine," he whispered in Draco's ear causing another one of those delicious whimpers.

The bright light blinded his eyes, and he could hear people whispering around him. He retched and thankfully there was a bucket placed in front of him in time for him to empty the contents of his stomach, there wasn't much. Harry concluded that he must've already done this once or twice while in the vision. "Harry, oh thank Merlin you're awake!" Hermione cried softly right next to his ear. He mumbled in acknowledgment.

"You gave us quite the scare mate," Ron said from his other side.

"What happened?" He asked almost incoherently, he didn't like how hoarse his voice sounded.

"Well, a first year, Megan or something, found you at the bottom on the stairwell. We thought at first you were unconscious from the fall, but then you started moaning and yelling. Hermione and I knew you were having a vision," he whispered the last word as if it were a curse. "It was bloody difficult to get you back up here."

"Did...did I say anything?" He asked reluctantly, knowing exactly what his vision had been about.

Hermione and Ron shared a look that often didn't bode well for Harry. "Well Harry...you were um...you were yelling Malfoy's name...and um...you said –you tell him Hermione!" Ron flushed red, from embarrassment or disgust Harry couldn't tell.

"Harry you said 'you are mine'. It was rather awkward to hear." Harry remembered back to his conversation with her earlier that day.

"I need to see Dumbledore," Harry demanded, trying to stand. Hermione put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.

"No Harry, you just fell down a flight of stairs, there are limits to what you can do." Hermione reprimanded, and Harry vaguely wondered if she was going to start wagging her finger at him.

"No Hermione, you don't understand! Draco needs help, my vision, my vision confirmed what I have been worrying about all morning. He needs help!" They were looking at him like he was raving mad, Ron especially.

"Harry why do you care about the bloody ferret-"

"He's not a ferret Ron, he's a human being who is in desperate trouble! Voldemort is raping him!" He hadn't meant to blurt it out so bluntly, but if it got Hermione and Ron to let him get help so be it. Ron's eyes widened in shock, and Harry saw Hermione's water.

"Oh Merlin," they both whispered. Harry got out of the bed, and paid no attention to his spinning head, he had to find help. Perhaps he'd try Snape again, and this time demand compliance. He stalked down to the dungeons, and for the second time that day beat on Snape's door.

"Are you looking for a detentions Potter?" He asked scathingly.

"Sir, please, I know you know of a way to get to Malfoy Manor, and I know that's where they took Draco." Snape narrowed his eyes.

"And how did this intelligence come to rest itself in your thick head Potter?" He asked his arms crossed.

"I had a vision."

Black eyes blazed dangerously. "Potter have I taught you nothing!? Get in here you insolent fool." He grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and threw him into his office. "Describe the vision." He demanded, and Harry hesitated. "Describe it Potter!"

"Voldemort was...raping Draco, and making Lucius watch. It-it was horrible Professor! Draco just took it, how can you stand there and not do anything about it!? I know you know! How can you let this continue?!"

Snape gave him a cold look. "Potter calm yourself, I have asked Draco countless times to not return, but he does not want anything to happen to his father. The foolish boy does not trust Dumbledore to hide him well enough."

"There must be some way to get him back!" Harry was bordering on hysterics now. Snape pushed him down bodily into a chair Harry hadn't realized had been there.

"Why the sudden care for my godson Potter? More Gryffindor heroics, or do you actually have feelings for him?" Harry had a biting retort on his lips, before he realized Snape wasn't being vindictive or sarcastic, merely curious. Harry nodded his head. Was he that obvious?! Was there a sign on his head he had no knowledge of that stated his feelings for the blond?

"I don't have time to explain it all right now, but we need to get him back, I know where we can hide Lucius and Draco, but I'll need your help."

"What do you have in mind Mr. Potter?" Harry smiled; glad to see Snape wasn't the curmudgeon everyone believed him to be.

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A/N: *Ducks from being hit with bricks* I'm so sorry! But that vision had to happen! But look theres a rescue plan! And we got to see Luci! There was also no singing in this chapter! We'll get to see Bella in the next as well as Lucius and Draco. Snape isn't such an evil bastard...who knew? Thank you for all the reviews I've gotten! Keep them coming please!