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If you want to find out what happens you can read Re-Sorted.

Key:

'Talking'

'Thinking'

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Draco frowned, staring down at his homework. The essay was half-finished, mocking him. He dipped his quill in an inkpot and hesitated, trying to decide what to write. 'Harry,' he finally sighed. 'How many moons does Jupiter have again?'

'63 confirmed ones,' Harry glanced up from him own homework with a smile. 'Although there are several others.'

'Thanks,' Draco quickly recorded the information down and stared at his essay. He still had a lot to go. 'I'm never going to finish this.'

'Cheer up,' Harry gave him a cheeky grin. 'I'll help you with Astronomy. You help me with Potions. It's a good system,' the boy looked down at his own work and frowned. 'By the way, how many oak leaves do I have to put in the Age Elixir?'

'Seven,' Draco pushed his own work away with a disgusted look. 'I give up, I can't concentrate.'

'Why?' the raven glanced up again. 'We're the only ones here.'

It was true. The Christmas holidays had finally arrived and Harry and Draco found themselves the only students staying behind, aside from a few first year Ravenclaws and a couple of senior Hufflepuffs. Draco had heard nothing from his parents, they didn't seem to even realize he hadn't returned home. The two boys had spent the first few days of the holidays completing homework after Draco had insisted.

'Yes,' the blonde ran a hand through his hair. 'But you're the one distracting me.'

'How am I distracting?' Harry looked up and frowned. 'Is it because I ask too many questions?'

'No,' Draco grinned and leant over the table. 'I can't keep my eyes off you, that's why.'

He kissed Harry then, capturing his lips with practiced ease. Harry immediately opened to him, letting the older wizard inside his mouth. 'Can't keep your lips off me, either,' Harry murmured softly when Draco drew back.

'Got that right,' the blonde smirked at him, as he did every time they kissed. Harry didn't think Draco even realized he did it- it was almost ingrained into him as a Malfoy to smirk whenever he got something he wanted. Not that Harry was complaining- he thought the smirk was incredibly sexy.

'I'm going to go for a walk,' Draco ran a hand through his hair again and stepped back. 'Would you like to come?'

'No,' Harry glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow. 'I'm trying to finish my homework so Snape won't skin me alive when school starts again.'

'He won't do that,' the blonde laughed. 'I asked him not to.'

'So it was you!' Harry grinned. 'I thought he was being abnormally nice. Admittedly, he looked like he would rather impale himself on a machete than be nice, but it was the thought that counts.'

'Well, he's trying,' Draco walked over to the door and glanced over his shoulder. 'Sure you don't want to come?'

'I'm sure,' Harry waved him off. 'Just hurry up and get back here soon. You're supposed to be helping me with this Potions stuff.'

The older wizard grinned before he left the common room. As the door shut behind him, he breathed out a sigh of relief. He hated homework. But he knew he had to get it done as soon as possible or he's procrastinate until the last possible minute. But one little walk wouldn't hurt, would it?

Smiling, Draco made his way out of the dungeons, thinking of the snow that was blanketing the castle grounds. It made the air bitter cold, and after the stuffy common room he welcomed the idea of a little cold. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shivered, he hadn't thought to bring a jacket and the light shirt he was in didn't shield him in the least. But he let it clear his mind.

Draco walked out of the castle and onto the grounds, turning his face up to the sky, feeling snow feathering his face. Maybe he'd go back to the common room and get Harry, have a snow fight. The raven wanted to finish his homework, but Draco was confident he could distract the boy long enough for him to forget all about homework. After they had first kissed in the kitchens the blonde had stuck to Harry like glue- they were hardly ever apart. It felt weird to suddenly be alone.

Sighing, the young wizard turned to go back inside and made his way through the winding corridors, feeling like he had been away too long. It had taken the blonde a while to walk outside from the common room with the pace he set. He heard footsteps behind him and turned, but the corridor was empty. 'Strange…' he thought.

He continued, letting his mind drift as he walked, thinking back to that fateful day in the kitchens. But just as he was relaxing, the blonde once again heard footsteps, this time closer. Draco whirled around, his hand going to his wand, but he was too late. A large hand shot out and grabbed his throat, slamming him against the wall even as they drew their wand. Draco grabbed at the hand, trying to relieve the terrible pressure crushing his windpipe, feeling faint.

'Hello, son…' the man who had him was whispering in Draco's ear. 'I couldn't find you at home, I got a bit worried.' The man pressed harder and the shorter wizard's mind went blank and all he could think about was breathing, trying to draw air into his screaming lungs.

His last fleeting thought was 'father…'

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Harry paused, the scratching of his quill ceasing. The common room was eerily silent as the raven raised his head. He had thought he was alone, but there was a young girl standing in front of him. 'You!' Harry blinked. 'You're that girl who helped me out of the common room when I was under the invisibility cloak!'

'I am,' the girl said. Her lips twitched slightly.

'I couldn't find you,' the raven laid his quill down. 'No one has even heard of you. How is that?'

'You are the only one who can see me,' the girl looked mournful. 'But that's not important.'

'How is that not important?' the boy stood and stretched, feeling his cramped muscles protesting. 'Are you a ghost?'

'I might be,' again the girl's lips twitched. 'But what is important is your blonde friend is in danger.'

'What?' Harry narrowed his eyes at the girl, who looked very innocent. 'What do you mean, Draco is in danger?'

'At the moment,' the girl cocked her head to the side as if listening to someone whispering in her ear. 'At the moment he is in the second floor corridor outside Professor Flitwick's classroom, being strangled.'

'What!' the raven flew to the door, opening it. He turned to the girl, who was watching him sadly. 'How do you know that?'

'I just do,' she whispered.

The boy turned towards the door, but something stopped him. 'How do I know this isn't a trap?'

But as he looked back into the room, the girl was gone. The common room was empty. Gripped by a sudden determination, Harry ran through the dungeons, winding his way up to the second floor. 'Please don't let me be too late,' he chanted in his head. As he skidded around a corner, the raven suddenly cursed. 'Shit! I left my wand in the common room!'

At a loss, the raven considered his options. He could run back down and grab it, but if Draco was truly in danger, there was no way there would be enough time. The only thing he could do was keep going. Harry started sprinting again and he flew through the corridors. Once again he rounded a corner and terror gripped him at what he saw.

Draco was slumped against a wall, bruised and bloody. His right eye was swollen shut and there were cuts all over his body. His father, Lucius Malfoy, stood over him, holding the blonde's head up by his silky hair, pointing his wand at the boy. 'You good for nothing little scum,' the man was hissing. 'How dare you try to run away!'

'Leave him alone,' Harry growled, stepping closer. Lucius whipped his head towards him and narrowed his eyes.

'Ah, baby Potter here to save the day, is it?' Lucius smirked and twisted Draco's hair so the boy cried out in pain. 'Well too bad, I'll kill you too.'

'Don't touch him!' Harry ran at the older man, forgetting that he was unarmed and a hell of a lot smaller than Lucius. All he could think was of the pained look on Draco's face. The raven threw his fist, and the older wizard let go of his son to block Harry's oncoming blow.

'Harry,' Draco groaned. 'Please… Father don't hurt him…'

'Draco, get out of here!' Harry ducked, thanking his Quidditch skills as Lucius made to hit him. 'Go! Now!'

The blonde stood shakily, leaning against the wall to keep himself up. Blood dripped from his face to land on his shirt. He raised a hand out towards Harry but the raven was too busy dodging Lucius to pay attention. 'Go now, Draco!'

'Harry…'

'Go now, Draco!' Harry screamed the order as Lucius made another swing. 'Get help!'

The blonde gave him one last look, and his eyes promised he'd be back. Draco turned and fled, running for the dungeons. Harry knew the boy was going for Snape- he was the person Draco trusted the most, apart from Harry himself. The raven hoped the blonde would get there in time.

'How dare you presume to give orders to a Malfoy!' Lucius growled, tackling Harry around the middle and throwing him to the ground. 'You dirty half-blood scum!'

Harry glared up at the older man, his glasses askew. Lucius had him pinned to the floor, and his arms above his head. The blonde had his wrists pinned with one hand, and the other was free. The man sneered and took Harry's glasses off and crushed them before throwing them aside.

'How dare you beat your son,' Harry replied calmly, but his eyes were furious, the green swirling and filled with rage. Lucius hissed, pulling back his arm before delivering a stunning blow to the left side of Harry's face. The raven felt dizzy, his vision spinning. For a few moments he could not remember who he was, where he was. When his mind cleared he found Lucius glaring down at him, and he could feel blood dripping from his split lip.

It continued like that for a while, and eventually the blonde stood while Harry was lying, dazed. Lucius dragged the boy up by his hair and threw him against the wall. 'I would use my wand,' the older wizard murmured. 'But I'd rather feel the life draining out of you with my own hands…'

Harry gulped, too exhausted to do anything other than stand. As the older wizard approached him, he was thankful he had managed to save Draco. Hopefully Snape would protect him- hell, Snape was a hell of a lot more powerful than Lucius, and it shouldn't be too hard to protect the boy from his father.

'Scared, Potter?' the man sneered, reminding Harry eerily of his second year, dueling with Draco.

'You wish,' the raven replied, trying his best to hold onto consciousness.

'Any last words, then?'

'Yeah,' Harry glared up at the man. 'Go to hell.'

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'Uncle Severus!' Draco pounded on the door to his godfather's private quarters. 'Severus!'

'What do you want?' the door snapped open and Snape glared down at him. 'I have better things to do than b- Draco what happened to your face?'

'Severus, come quickly,' the boy grabbed Snape's wrist and pulled. 'Father- he- Harry- danger!'

'Calm down!' Snape ordered, not moving an inch. 'Calm down and tell me what happened.'

'Father! He's here in the castle and he's hurting Harry right now!' Draco was becoming hysterical. 'You have to help me!'

'Where?' they were already running, Snape only a few steps behind Draco.

'Second floor! Outside Flitwick's classroom!' the blonde panted as they sprinted through the corridors. 'Hurry!'

They ran for what seemed like forever throughout the school, every hallway seemed abnormally long to Draco. 'Faster, faster,' he urged. They rounded the corner and Snape stepped in front of him, drawing his wand.

His father was pressed against Harry, his hands around the boy's throat. The raven's face was purple, his eyes struggling to stay open. He had blood dripping down his face and pooling on the ground at his feet. Lucius was calmly strangling the boy and didn't even notice Snape and Draco's approach.

'Stupefy!' Snape didn't wait for the spell to hit, he was already running towards them. Lucius was hit and went down hard. Harry slumped down to the ground, gasping for breath. Snape rolled Lucius over to check he was really unconscious. 'Finally, I'll be able to send him to Azkaban…'

'Uncle Severus!' Draco was kneeling next to Harry, checking his pulse. The raven had his eyes closed. 'His pulse is really weak!'

Snape hesitated, glancing between Harry and Lucius before he sighed. 'Potter better repay me for this,' he grumbled, scooping up the small wizard and walking at a fast pace towards the hospital wing. 'Hurry along, Draco!'

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Here's your Christmas present! Sorry it's a bit dark…

I've been planning this chapter for a while. Never got the time to write it though.

Merry Christmas! Please review!