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 4 – Companion –Kumajirou

He had gotten detention.

McGonagall had a cat's eye vision and didn't miss him standing next to the door late. He also knew that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were watching him. He noticed after he gave out his pancakes to most people in the Great Hall. He had made thirty six pancakes and had eaten four pancakes himself; he gave the rest to people in other houses. Draco didn't know why he cooked pancakes or even how. When he left Blaise and Pansy at Herbology, his feet lead him to the kitchen. House-elves were actually pretty nice and he decided to try to cook something the Muggle way. He felt someone's eyes one him while eating and looked up discreetly, seeing a concentrated look on his face. He didn't really care, really he didn't. He kind of expected them to. They had always meddled in things that they weren't involved in and Draco didn't really have a problem with them finding out.

They could think he's crazy, a man in a mirror? Seriously? Even he thought that it was crazy. They'd send him to St. Mungo's and he would be perfectly fine with that –No mirror. He could imagine the Daily Prophet already.

Draco Malfoy – Crazy?!
By Rita Skeeter

Draco Malfoy was recently stated into St. Mungo's for seeing a 'man in the mirror', as he quotes in his disturbed sleep. First the Boy-Who-Lived, now the only heir of the Malfoy's!? Let's see what Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy, has to say about this bla, bla, bla, –

And all of that shit. Rita Skeeter can go suck and choke on Merlin's hairy balls for all he cared – all she did was write a bunch of bull shit. She didn't do anything useful really.

Draco sighed as he walked to Hagrid's hut, knocking politely on the door. He was really waiting for Flinch. The current Professor, with Hagrid gone, was inside eating –Draco had to miss lunch for this detention; Flinch wanted to make his suffer. Draco waited in the cold for some minutes – Flinch hadn't heard him, he guessed. He opened the door as quietly as possible; Flinch would make it even worse if he found him coming inside without permission.

Unfortunately, Flinch's cat, Ms. Norris, had meowed at his arrival and suddenly it hit Draco –Flinch was waiting for this moment. He wanted to make Draco's punishment worse. Cursing inside his head, Draco was about to unobtrusively close the door but Flinch had already caught him.

"Ah ha! Mr. Malfoy! Hehehe! Extra punishment for disturbing me, coming inside without permission, and trying to run away from detention! Bad children, bad, bad, bad!" He muttered excitedly while Draco stood in horror. What was this guy going to do to his?!

"Well, well, well, Mr. Malfoy, come with me, come with me." Draco followed the old Squib outside and next to the forest. Draco paled. Flinch was going to through him inside of the Forbidden Forest!

And Draco was right to think that. "Go one, will ya! And don't come back till I call ya!" Draco rushed off, not wanted him to get thrown in there with even more detention and wand taken from him. Thank Merlin Flinch hadn't taken it. Draco faintly heard Flinch muttering to himself –

"Ha! As if I would call him back, those nasty kids. Stupid little –"

And he was cut off. It was total silence, the only sound being the boy's breathing. Draco started to feel paranoid. He looked all different directions, feeling as though something was watching him intensely. He walked forward cautiously; his amethyst eyes flying everywhere. Dumbledore probably didn't know that he was in here without a professor –That or he simply forgotten about him. That was more reasonable.

Draco heard a twig snap and he swerved to the left (or right?) but there was nothing there. He gulped and continued. He walked for what must have been an hour. The sky was invisible to the human eye and darkness started to suffocate him. There was a screech and Draco had to cover his ears, wincing in pain. It soon ended and he sat down, leaning against a too unnaturally tall tree. He whimpered as noise swarmed his ears. He was being paranoid. It was like the Man in the Mirror all over again. He couldn't do this. He couldn't stand this.

Growling.

Draco paused for a second, he hands coming off of his ear just an inch, amethyst eyes wide. It wasn't the kind of growl from the back of an animal's throat. It was a…hungry growl. From the stomach. It wasn't from his; he would know. No it was from something else and it didn't feel dangerous. It felt…playful.

Draco's legs shaking too much but he still stood up. His stomach quenched but he refused to hold it. He, instead, walked forward; to where the growling came from. Draco gulped as he pulled away some branches and peered inside.

It was bear.

But not just any bear, Draco noticed. It was his.

It was the Man in the Mirror, Canada's bear; the medium polar bear that stood next to the Man in the Mirror.

It was his bear. It was his companion. It was his Kumajirou.

Draco nervously chuckled as he walked up to the cry bear, picking him up gently. He petted the beautiful shining white fur. It seemed to brighten the whole dark forest but he knew that it was just his imagination but it felt true. He didn't feel complete but he felt like he had found a piece of himself; his true self.

The polar bear –Kumajirou –pawed at him with sharp yet moderate claws. And then it surprised Draco.

"Food…Hungry…" He cried. Draco stood in astonishment. Not all animal, even wizard animals, talked. There were some rare ones who did talk and there were wizards who talked to animals instead but never a polar bear and Draco had the gut feeling that this polar bear wasn't exactly in the wizard description, but something even more.

Something like him.

He didn't even know what he was himself. He could be a type of animal that no wizard, a true, real wizard, has yet to discover and he could disguise as a human and gain the memory of the human child.

And only how he wished it was something as complicated as that.

He was brought out of his musings as Kumajirou pawed and cried at him once more. Draco, ignoring his fear of the Forest, ran. He didn't know where he was running or if he was running deeper into the forest but thankfully, Kumajirou seemed to bring him wonderful luck as he shot head first out of the forest, far from Flinch's resting area, Hagrid's house. He, without any hesitation, jogged over to the kitchens, tickling the fruit on the door. The door allowed him into the kitchen with the rest of the House-elves. They didn't react to bad –Just a bit worried if he was alright and that Kumajirou wasn't hurting him. Draco assured them that he wasn't and thanked them. He quickly and habitually cooked up some pancakes and Maple Syrup. He set down a good set amount of pancakes in front of Kumajirou and his companion started ravishing it. Draco watched with his own small smile, humming a song that came to him –The Canadian anthem. It calmed him and Kumajirou too it seemed if the expression was anything to go by, down. Sometimes, life could be a bitch.

But sometimes, you just love it so much and this as one of those times for Draco.

He watched as Kumajirou ate quickly, throwing anything in his reach in his mouth. When he ran out of pancakes, he cried for more, which Draco gave to him.

Once Kumajirou was finished, Draco scooped him up in his arm and hugged him, smiling. He had waited for this, though he himself haven't realized until now. Kumajirou was here with him, in his arms, and hugging him back. Some minutes passed and Draco just sat down on the small table in the corner of the kitchen, hugging his companion, a House-Elf or two occasionally asking him if he wanted anything to eat, which is when he shook his head. It was peaceful and Draco was lost in his mind.

And then he suddenly gasped and let go of Kumajirou, making him wake and cry, reaching out its small furry paws, searching for his master. Draco reluctantly grabbed the bear back while the bear snuggled in his chest. He sighed. This was so surreal. This shouldn't be happening. This bear was with the Man in the Mirror; Canada. Him. He was in a mirror when Draco first saw him. You can't just hallucinate about a man and a bear, start looking like the man and then you find the bear. This was too crazy. It should be happening. It was impossible.

Sure, Muggles think magic is impossible but when magical people think that something is impossible, it usually was. It was scary that something like this was happening to him –Why him? He kept asking himself that but then in just blurs in his mind and everything that people wouldn't expect him to do suddenly seems natural to him. He just…does it. No thought about it.

And it scared him.

Draco stood up, holding Kumajirou tightly though the bear seemed used to it. He bid the House-Elves a goodbye and walked out. He didn't need to think. You just do what you think is right, Draco thought to himself, don't care about what others think. He would just be himself.

Draco reached the Great Hall for dinner. Most of the school was already there except for a few stragglers, including him. Draco walked over to his table and sat next to Blaise, grateful for once that no one noticed him. Half of dinner passed peacefully with no one noticed him and Kumajirou.

That was, until Blaise screamed out loud.

Every head in the Great Hall faced their direction, Golden Trio included. Blaise stared at Draco in shock.

"Draco, what the hell is one your lap?!" Everyone, noticing Draco for the first time, saw the polar bear in his lap. Some panicked and leaped back despite not being near and other were frozen in incomprehension. Draco went to stammer his answer but only then realized that he really had no answer, not to mention the fact that he was pressured with everyone looking at him.

Before he could stammer his answer, Dumbledore stood and strode up to the tiny looking blond. Whispers were heard from around and Dumbledore couldn't help but be astonished and curious.

"Who's that again? The guy with the bear?"

"That slimy Slytherin! Whoever that guy is, he's probably with You-Know-Who. I mean, who breaks the rules and brings a polar bear with them?! I bet it's a Death Eater animagus in disguise!"

And so forth. What confused him was that just about everyone knew who Draco Malfoy was. He was a bully and someone who loves to proclaim his family name.

Or should he change it to 'loved'?

Most of the whisperers where ones who Draco has bullied and they didn't even know who he was now?

But back to the matter at hand.

Draco's arms started to tremble. He knew what Dumbledore was going to do. He didn't want him to take his only friend away. Draco stood up when Dumbledore reached him.

"Mr. Malfoy, you should know that the only animals allowed in Hogwarts are owls, toads, and rats, correct?" Draco could do nothing but nodded quietly and look at the ground. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. He had expected a, 'I am allowed to. My father said I could. My father will hear about this!', and defiance, not submission. This wasn't like Draco Malfoy and Dumbledore was suspicious.

"I-I, um, I don't –uh," Draco was speechless. He didn't know what to say but he didn't want to let them take Kumajirou. Dumbledore sighed. He raised his wand and the bear floated up and out of Draco's arms. Draco cried out and went to reach for the bear, which had woken up from the lift and started crying.

"Kumajirou!" Draco jumped to catch his companion but missed. Kumajirou started thrashing. Tears welled in beautiful amethyst eyes. "Let him go! He's not hurting anybody!" Dumbledore was surprised by the love in his voice and looked at the glossy eyes of the Slytherin. Then the bear surprised everyone.

"Wahh! Let me go. Canada. Canada. I'm hungry! Get me down! Canada!" It wasn't that uncommon for a magical animal to talk but it was never heard of for a Muggle type looking polar bear to talk. Everyone's astonished eyes were on the talking bear and Draco took the distraction to his side. He ran up to the bear, jumped using the table, grabbed him on the leg, and pulled him down. He hugged the bear, landing harshly on his knees but made no wince, as Kumajirou savored the comfort of his master.

"I'm hungry! Pancakes. Feed me pancakes!" Kumajirou sniffed. Draco hugged his companion back, sniffing as well.

"Okay, okay. I still have some pancakes and maple syrup. We'll get you some of that, eh? How do you like that?" Draco asked gently and Kumajirou nodded. He smiled. The bear spoke.

"Who are you?" Draco smiled, closing his eyes and breathing into the top of Kumajirou's furry head.

"Canada. I'm Canada, your owner."

A/N: I'm going to call Draco 'Draco' and not Canada unless he's all confused.