small chapter alert :P
I'm terribly sorry. I cannot find time to write, as exams are finally upon me. F*** and I have the plot right in my head!!
Chapter 10: Mother, I'm scared
In the darkness of his room, Draco is turning in his bed. The first normal nights that each new batch of potion grants him, are always restless.
Years ago, in a room in saint Mungo's, a woman and a man sit by their sleeping son's bed, as a healer gives them some much needed answers…
"I am afraid your son is traumatized. Even if you control his sickness with a potion, his dreams and sleepwalking will be a common occurrence."
"How…How did this happen? Why, my boy, my boy…It's your fault!!!"
"Such psychological trauma can be provoked by general turmoil or physical pain when inflicted during unconsciousness. The mind accepts it as punishment, and it will keep punishing itself even if it ends. He might even turn violent during those moments, aggressive. His repressed needs will surface; if provoked…He will do anything to protect himself .It cannot be healed by magic."
"How can we help him? There must be a way"
"The things his mind keeps bringing up, torturing itself over, they must be set right" the healer looks at the man and the woman sternly, and then the man snaps.
"We will keep it a secret. Keep him safe"
Draco is sweating. His body is finding no comfort in sleep, and it will get worse for a couple of nights more, until his body accepts the potion again. He won't sleepwalk during these nights. His mind will tire his body with nightmares, pinning him on the sheets.
Words escape his lips from time to time, words that betray a part of his turmoil. Little does he know he has a witness to his suffering.
Harry Potter hadn't used the Invisibility Cloak for a while. He must admit it, he is obsessed once more, obsessed with the blond man that's mumbling, soaked in sweat on his bed. Ashamed as he feels for being there, he can't leave him to suffer alone. Sitting on the floor next to Draco's wardrobe, covered entirely under his cloak, he tries to calm his thundering heart as Draco almost whimpers once more.
In his obsessed mind, he thinks he can hear the blond speaking his name now and then,when his clenched fists look painful. How he wishes he could soothe him, he dares not admit to himself.
"I hate him"
Harry stirs and stands up slowly, trying not to make a sound.
"I did not do it! You lie-you lie…"
What didn't you do, Draco?
"lie…"
"Swear, swear" his panting is agonizing and Harry's heart threatens to burst in pieces as he waits for Draco to talk again…
"Swear you won't tell father….He'll kill me…kill me…"
Why Draco, what have you done?
"I don't care about-bloody-Harry-Potter"
Harry's hands tremble almost as Draco's
"Mother…swear…swear to me…
I did not…
I hate him…he got me sick…
Sick!"
"Mother…mother…" Draco chants in his sleep and Harry feels his magic wash over him…and a minute ago he realizes he has to step to the side because something is heading his way…
"mother…" the last whisper is followed by the fireplace bursting in green flames. Harry pins himself to the wall, as Narcissa Malfoy steps out of the fireplace, a look of pain in her face. She throws back the hoot of her cloak and paces steadily to Draco's side, feeling his forehead. Draco sighs as she kneels next to his bed.
"mother…"
"hush, baby. It's Ok now. It's over, you're safe" she whispers and Draco's eyes flutter open, taking into her majestic form. He sits up and hugs her, making Harry blink with surprise. He never thought the Malfoys showed emotion.
"Thank you"
She caresses his back, and he stays silent for a moment, holding her.
"It's not the time of month to be brewing a new potion, what happened?"
"Someone…stole it"
Narcissa's face frowns and a cloud of anger appears on her features.
"who?"
"I don't know him"
"Memory gaps?"
A pause.
"Yes"
Narcissa nods, but before she has time to answer, a bang is heard from the kitchen. Harry freezes in place, along with the two.
Narcissa draws her wand, and Draco grabs it from his bedside. They rush to the kitchen, and Harry follows silently.
The room is dark, but with a flick of the blond's wand the lights are turned on.
On the kitchen's table, stands a glass bottle with a memory swimming inside. Below it lies a note, stuck on the wood. Draco looks at his mother, fear and anxiety mingling in his gaze. Narcissa walks to the table, and grabs the memory, handing it over to Draco. Harry looks at the pair's back as they read the note, waiting in the corner. After a moment, Draco buries his face in his mother's shoulder with a sigh. His face looks so tired, that Harry feels like years have passed from the moments they had shared a few hours ago.
Narcissa throws her arm over his shoulder, and leaves the note back on the table. "Come on, let's see it" she takes his hand and kisses him on his forehead, guiding him out of the kitchen and towards the library, where the pensieve stands.
Harry is left alone in the room. The small note is still stuck provocatively on the table, and he knows he can't resist. He draws closer, and reads the text in black ink.
"I'll make sure you send me postcards from Azkaban"
Omg omg mommy is here.
Out of place question, for chapters to come. Who should be the top? I really can't decide. I find it terribly difficult to make up my mind with this pairing, so I usually go where the keyboard takes me...
Questions? Suspicions? You know who blackmails our blond, don't you? But he doesn't...So don't tell him just yet :P