Hi everyone! I know I'm a bit late but at least I only took a month. I'm quite busy as a high school junior so be prepared for inconsistent updates. This chapter is in Draco's POV and everything will make sense eventually.

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Title: Rewriting History

Summary: After the war, they all expected him to get married, settle down and have a family. Ron wanted nothing the sort so it's no surprise that he gets tired of it and leaves. 10 years later Gringotts employs its first personal mediwizard who also happens to be a ward maker.

Paring: Undecided Rating: T (may change later)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort


Chapter 7: Made with Patchwork

Last time in Keeping History:

"...Don't you dare blame yourself for this and Patient-healer confidentiality exists even after death so not a peep from you. Greengrass better be a real fantastic witch for snaring a prince like you. I know Scorpius will ask about me and you can tell him the truth if you'd like but only when he needs to know. Also, although your kid screeches like a banshee, he's still cute so you can't murder him for blowing up your potions lab all the time. Goodbye, to all of you."

With a small wave at the end, Ron flicked out of sight.

Draco sighed as he stared at where Ron's face had been moments before, internally cursing. He kept his face carefully blank of the internal turmoil he was experiencing.

14 years prior-

The fact that Harry Potter managed to get into the triwizard tournament while Draco could not was a fact Lucius Malfoy did not miss; the fact that Harry tied for first during the first task when Draco had assured him that the idiotic gryffindor could in no way win was also a fact that Lucius Malfoy did not miss. Both facts kindled Lucius's anger as he made a plan, a plan to visit his son. As a parent, Draco's father was allowed to come onto campus to visit his son by speaking to his head of house. Due to the fact that said head of house was Draco's godfather meant that Severus had none of the reservations he normally held about parents visiting.

On the morning of the visit which was a Tuesday as his mother had informed him in an owl as his father refused to speak to him, Draco felt his heart sinking as Snape asked him to stay behind after Potions. Severus looked at him blankly as he walked up to his desk before he opened his office door and gestured inside.

Draco turned expecting Severus to enter as well but the Potions Master merely turned towards the door before he said, "I will return after dinner."

Draco gulped and sat in one of the chairs in the office as he waited for his father to arrive. Minutes later, Lucius Malfoy stepped through the floo, irritation rolling off of him in waves.

"Draco, I have come upon the knowledge that Harry Potter a fourth year just like yourself managed to get into the Tri -Wizard Tournament while you could not. I have realized that your mother and I have sheltered and spoiled you too much. Crucio!" said the elder Malfoy pointing his wand at his son.

Draco gritted his teeth refusing to scream so that his father would see another weakness and refusing to get caught. He had seen no silencing spells or privacy wards put up so he needed to assume they had not been. He could not afford whatever the consequences may be for someone to stumble across them. It was a few minutes before he was brought to his knees by the pain and his father lifted the curse and casted another hex. The skin on his shoulders and arms began to peel itself from him.

Another hex was followed by more agony. Countless more came after. Half of the spells were those he recognized and half weren't. His semblance of time lost somewhere after the first ten had been cast. He could not withhold screaming by the time the torture curse was cast the fifth time. He didn't know if his father was angered by his screams or delighted but it seemed as though he was trying to bring them forth.

His screams were soundless by the time his father finally stops the barrage of curses. His voice had given up after hours of screaming. It seemed his father could no longer stand the sight of him writhing on the floor any longer as he put his wand away. His father's eyes roved over his form and turned away.

"I can't believe I sired something so pathetic. Get out of my sight and do not disgrace the Malfoy name again." he father snarled.

The young blond's entire body was in agony but even so he managed a "Yes sir." and pulled himself to his feet before exiting the room. Once in the corridor, Draco quickly cast a glamour to hide his disheveled state. He needed to get himself together. He knew his ankle was sprained and his left wrist was fractured. He knew that countless cuts and bruises littered his body but he also knew that he could not go the Hospital Ward where the Matron would be duty bound to report his injuries and his father would find out because they would never think that his father was the cause and his father would punish him even more for being so weak as require aid.

Therefore, when he went up the floors of Hogwarts, he did not stop at the first floor where the Hospital wing. Instead, he headed up to a place he knew he could heal himself in peace, a place the house-elves called the "Come and Go" room. It was usually dangerous for anyone not fully trained in the healing arts to attempt healing spells, especially complicated spells such as those to heal sprains, fractures and broken bones but that was neither here nor there. For Draco could not go to one that was fully trained and he had been forced to learn almost all of the most advanced healing so as to survive his father's wrath.

The young heir was quite equipped to handle the situation at present, he thought as he paced three times. Of course, that was before he entered the door and registered that he was not alone. The Slytherin wanted to get angry and hex the stranger for being in the room but for some unknown reason, his voice died in his throat as he took in the sight before him. The melody of a piano filled the room which appeared the same way it usually appeared when he occupied it: a comfortable sitting room consisting of shades of silver and blue, barely lit as large bay windows overlooked a chilled evening landscape he had never seen before. The pianist's back was to him although, Draco doubted he would be noticed even if he hadn't been. The pianist's figure swayed to the weary song as Draco felt himself mesmerized with the stranger who was partially obscured in the darkness. (A/N: Cookies to who has gotten my references thus far. )

So entranced was he that he was unaware of the hours that passed as he watched. So entranced was he that the fading of his glamour escaped his notice. So entranced was he that he never noticed as the blood loss and pain takes his toll on him. It was only when his legs crumpled beneath him and the playing suddenly halted that he realized where he was and what he was doing. The day had exhausted him and while he could hear the footsteps approaching he had no idea who it was as night had long since fallen and the moon had long since been obscured by a cloud.

He could only stiffen as the footstep grew louder, too drained by pain and blood loss to do much else as the approached. He could hear the stranger's breathing as he leaned over him and he wondered if the stranger could see in the dark. It was likely that he could as he had no trouble in locating Draco.

Seconds later, with a feeble protest he felt himself being lifted up in arms that had not looked as strong while dancing across the piano as they did beneath him. His was wand was in his sleeve but he had neither the urge nor the strength to draw it. He was set down on something soft, one of the couches in the room with a pillow beneath his head.

A soft and vaguely familiar voice spoke then casting spells in quick succession. Despite his last experience in such a scenario, Draco found himself trusting the wizard before him to not do the same. He was proven right as he drifted in and out of consciousness feeling the pain that engulfed his body begin to fade. When his bones and ligaments realigned he did not feel the same pain he normally did as he healed himself as a gentle push corrects his injuries.

He is alone when he awakens in the morning to sunlight streaming into the room and a silver blanket tucked around him. A couple potions vials are sitting on the table. There are labels but Draco already recognized them as blood replenishing potions. He hates his weakness and is surprise upon walking into the great hall for breakfast that his injuries have not become the talk of the castle. He does not say anything to anyone and he knows no one knows of his absence except his housemates and that they will not ask.

As the week passes, his mind is preoccupied by the mystery that was the pianist. The only thing he could recall was worried blue eyes staring at him. He returns to the seventh floor five days after the incident and everything is the same as it always had been. Yet it is different for there was no piano tucked in the corner of the room. Yet everything is different for there was no stranger dancing on the keys. Everything is as it once was and yet, Draco feels as if nothing is the same. He leaves the room with a sigh and goes through the following days in a daze. He is surprised that no has noticed but even more surprised when someone does.

He is in potions and they are making a dreamless sleep potion when his mind drifts to wonder where the stranger had gotten a blood replenishing potion. Did he perhaps make it himself? Or did he steal it from Snape's or Madam Pomfrey's stores? Perhaps, he ordered it from outside of Hogwarts but then why would he order it unless he needed it himself? The questions swirled within him as he swirled his potion absentmindedly adding ingredients.

Suddenly, his head of house appears at his side and pulls him away from the potion. Startled he looks around to realize that the class has been cleared out.

"I dismissed the class as in a few more minutes, that pathetic attempt at a dreamless sleep potion will explode. There are wards in this classroom to keep the explosions contained to this so you will follow me to my office to explain yourself." Snape informed him as swept through the classroom to his office.

Draco took a deep breath before following after his head of house, knowing that his godfather would expect a truthful explanation, something that the blond felt unwilling to give.


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