A/N:
Don't worry, the story line of Philosopher's Stone will come back soon :)
I still only own Scarlett.

Snape and Draco sat in armchairs either side of Scarlett. A tear fell down Draco's face as he saw how pale his 'Godsister' was. Snape squeezed Draco's hand reassuringly,
"She will be okay, Dragon." Snape said barely above a whisper.
Draco just nodded and wiped his eyes, he hadn't left her side since she had collapsed in the classroom five hours ago.
"Go to the Great Hall. You need to eat." He said, patting his Godson on the shoulder, he felt a strange lump,
"Draco, why is there a lump on your shoulder?" he asked, feeling the lump more, he followed the lump all the way down to the centre of Draco's back,
"Nothing I just got a scar from when I fell over at home." Draco replied, trying to stay calm, he certainly didn't want anyone to find out that his father had hit him with his cane,
"Do not lie to me." Snape said sternly, narrowing his eyes, he got out of his chair quickly and Draco winced,
"There is nothing wrong with me, Sev. Honest." Draco lied, and got out of his chair and headed towards the door, he felt Snape's eyes burning holes in his back as he quickly left the Infirmary.
"I will find out." Snape called after him and turned to sit back in his chair, he held Scarlett's hand for a while longer before leaving the Infirmary; he had to contact Scarlett's parents.

To say that Elya was distraught about her daughter Scarlett's condition would be kind, she was absolutely all over the place, sobbing and crying, screaming and shouting.
"Calm down!" Oliver growled at his wife Elya who turned to her husband and frowned,
"She could have died!" Elya screamed back and burst into tears once again.
Oliver sighed and walked over to his wife who was sitting in the chair next to Scarlett's bed, he glanced over at Scarlett and sighed, he then sat in the chair next to his wife,
"But she didn't... My dear, she will be fine. Elya, we must go back home." Oliver whispered into his wife's ear who wiped her eyes and smoothed down her shirt, she turned to her husband and smiled sadly,
"Yes. We must go." She nodded, and got out of the chair that she had been sat in for many hours. They both turned to leave the room and gasped as Snape stood there with his arms folded; he had been standing there for a long time. Elya rushed over to him and gave him a hug which he returned,
"Thank you, Sev." She said, holding his hands and Snape nodded at her, smiling.
Oliver walked over and put his arm around his wife,
"Thank you, Severus. It means a lot to us that you are keeping an eye on our Scarlett. We hear that you told her that you are her Godfather." Oliver grinned at him and he nodded slowly,
"I was rather shocked to say the least at how she reacted. I expected her to act like you, Elya," he said smirking at Elya who rolled her eyes and hit his arm playfully, "But she hugged me." Snape said and Elya put her hand over her heart and smiled warmly,
"I also told her about Draco." He said slowly and they both nodded, "They call each other Godbrother and Godsister when they aren't around friends." Snape chuckled deeply, and Elya smiled.
Oliver patted his wife on the shoulder, "We best be off.", Snape moved out of the way so they could go back home.

Draco walked into the Great Hall and was swamped with Slytherins asking him questions; he pushed past them all and headed straight for Gryffindor table.
"Potter, Granger, Weasley." Draco nodded to each of them and they looked at him and Ron rolled his eyes,
"What do you want Malfoy?" he demanded, getting off the bench, he stood an arm's length away from him and narrowed his eyes, and Draco folded his arms across his chest,
"Calm down, I need to speak with you all, in private." Draco said and stepped back from Ron, waiting for a response.
He was shocked to see Harry stand up straight away, along with Hermione.
"Follow me." Draco turned on his heel and walked out of the Great Hall followed by Harry, Hermione and an annoyed Ron.
Draco led them to outside of the infirmary, he stopped to turn and face them with his arms folded,
"Why are we here Dra-Malfoy?" Hermione said, nearly calling Draco by his first name. He turned to Hermione and raised his eyebrow,
"Scarlett's in there." He said quietly looking behind Harry to see if there was anyone coming,
"We know, we was there when it happened, Draco. We aren't allowed to bloody see her." Harry said, frowning and not caring that he had called Draco by his first name, he actually wanted to like Draco, to be friends.

Draco nearly choked when he heard Harry call him by his first name and he bit his lip to stop himself from smiling, he shook the thoughts away,
"Yes, I know you aren't allowed to see her, but Madam Pomfrey has gone to lunch. Let's go in." Draco spoke quickly and opening the door before any of them could say anything, as they walked in there was an overpowering smell of Potions. Hermione cried out and pointed to the bed that Scarlett was in, she rushed over and Harry practically sprinted over to her bedside. Hermione peered down at Scarlett who was a deathly pale colour, almost grey,
"Oh god." Harry managed to croak out, Hermione turned to Harry and rubbed his arm comfortingly, Draco stood by the door as he watched them take in what had happened to her.
After almost fifteen minutes Draco walked over and sighed,
"We need to go to class now; Madam Pomfrey will be back any minute." Draco murmured, gazing over at Scarlett. Hermione got up and straightened her uniform,
"Yes, we need to go to class. Come on Harry, Ron." She said quietly, wiping her eyes.
They all left the Infirmary and didn't say a word to anyone as they walked to Charms together.

During Charms, Harry found himself gazing out of the window constantly; he glanced over at Hermione and Ron who seemed to be doing exactly the same even after Professor Flitwick had told them that if they continued, they would be getting a detention.
They we're sitting on benches, the Gryffindor's sat on one side of the room on benches and Slytherin's sat on the opposite benches.
Harry's eyes fell on Draco, he almost fell out of his seat as he realised that the blond was staring back at him. Draco had sat rather peculiarly today; he sat far away from Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle who kept turning around and shooting Draco deathly glares from the row in front. Harry sighed and looked down at his parchment and began writing, he occasionally looked up at Draco and bit his lip. He looked over at Hermione who had almost finished writing, they had been instructed to write a whole page of parchment about various different Charms and why they are useful.
"Okay everyone! Pack away your things." Professor Flitwick announced and a few groans were heard from people who clearly hadn't finished writing. Harry quickly signed his name at the top of his parchment and handed it to Ron, who handed it to Hermione and all the way over to Professor Flitwick
"You all may leave now!" Professor Flitwick announced and Harry looked up at Draco once again and Draco stared back at him.
Draco shifted a bit and looked down at his feet, he straightened up as he realised a tear escaped his eye; he violently wiped his eye and walked out briskly. Harry looked over at Hermione and Ron who thankfully hadn't noticed Draco crying, but Harry had.
"Hey, guys I'm just going to ask Malfoy something real quick. You guys go to next lesson, I'll meet you there." Harry lied and ignored Hermione calling after him as he walked out of the classroom and turned to follow Draco.

Harry followed Draco all the way to the Black Lake; from further away he watched as Draco fell on his knees and buried his head in his hands. Harry rushed over to him unsure why he cared so much that Draco was upset.
"Draco." Harry said kneeling next to Draco, Draco stiffened as he felt Harry rubbing circles on his back; Harry frowned as he felt Draco lean into the touch and as he felt numerous scars on Draco's back, he knew what scars felt like because he had many himself. Draco looked up at Harry and half smiled,
"I'm sorry." Draco blurted out and looked away from Harry who frowned at him,
"What for?" Harry asked tilting his head, he took his hand away from Draco's back,
"For being such an idiot to you and Ron." Draco frowned, he was angry with himself because he had promised himself that he wouldn't become his father.
Harry sighed and nodded, "I forgive you."
Draco shot up and stared at Harry, looking for any sign to show that he was joking, "You what?"
Harry stood up and brushed himself off, he held out a hand to help Draco up, "I said," he spoke pulling him up, "I forgive you." He finished and a smile crept on his face,
"Really?"
"Really."
Draco was beaming and he bit his lip as he realised that Harry was holding his hand and he was rather liking the feeling, but it was soon over as Harry let go of his hand,
"Harry." "Draco." They said at the same time and Harry blushed slightly,
"What, Harry?" Draco asked, looking through his bag to check he had his books ready for Potions,
"I was wondering... If maybe you would like to be friends with us?" Harry asked biting his lip, Draco dropped his bag on the floor and he quickly picked it back up.
He stared at Harry and smiled, "I would like that a lot." He smirked as Harry wiped his forehead in mock exhaustion "You know, I've wanted to ask that all day." Harry commented and turned and walked up the path, with Draco Malfoy walking next to him. Draco didn't care that Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle we're yelling at him to go over to them, he didn't care when a fifth year pushed into him, nor did he care when Filch was shouting at him, because Draco Malfoy was gone to the world.

A/N: Aww, Draco is sweet. Sorry about this chapter coming out late, but anyway Draco is now friends with them, yay!