Draco Malfoy, the newest addition in Hogwarts' staff room, was a depressing sight to look at. He hardly talks, eat or even move. Everything he does was with an economy of movements. Petunia took pity on the homeless orphan when she saw him during a very solemn funeral of his father's remain and his mother's empty coffin. So she allowed him to have the one of extra rooms that was originally meant to be a study but Petunia decided to leave it alone since she don't need a study, preferring to use the Victorian letter desk in her room instead.

Not knowing what the boy preferred, the staff left the room with only the basic necessity, all deciding to let Draco decide on his own with hope that it might motivate him to come out of his depression. The only decoration in his room was what they managed to salvage of his parents' things from the destroyed manor, such as the pictures and his father's beloved cane with the silver cobra head for the handle. Severus had taken the cane and took out Lucius' hidden wand from the cane and charmed it to be as any other cane unless Draco decided to use it like his father did.

Soon Christmas arrives and covered the whole landscape in white. Harry stared out his window and then turned from the scenery. He decided to check up on Draco again and as he opened his door, he heard the loud sound of something breaking, shattering the peaceful silent of the Shrieking Shack. Surprised, he rushed toward the sound and opened the door to Draco's room just in time to see him throwing whatever his hand can touch and flung it about willy-nilly.

Petunia and Dudley came out of their own room and Petunia called out, "What happened?!" She pushed Harry gently aside and screamed just as the photo albums filled with screaming pictures of Malfoys slammed into the wall behind her, short of crashing with her skull. Dudley rushed forward; ready to hurt whomever tried to harm his mother, despite his age, before Petunia held him back. The three watched, both mesmerised and shocked as they watched Draco finally showing signs of life though it was a negative reaction.

The boy was screaming incoherently, his voice hoarse from disuse. He trashed his room, throwing the bedcover to the air as he reach out blindly. They watched in silence until he finally wore himself out. Petunia was crying by the end of it, wondering of the pain and desperation that the boy must be feeling and her maternal heart reaches out for him.

Harry slowly enters the destroyed room and reached out to Draco, touching his hand and boy flinched. Harry took that as a positive sign. Before, he either ignored the touch or straight out snatched his hand away. Draco cried, "It's not fair…It's not fair…" Over and over he repeated the words as if by saying it he could convey just what exactly happened that Halloween morning.

Harry tried to reach out to the boy's mind but like before he was bombarded by hatred; both toward himself and the others who took his life away from him. But instead of retreating politely, this time Harry pushed forward and finally plunge deeper through the burning hatred to the deep, suffocating despair that swallowed the boy's heart. Harry called out, 'It never did,'

LEAVE ME ALONE!

Harry flinched before pushing forward, 'I've left you alone long enough,'

With that, he formed himself as his Wonderland self, blue butterfly wings fluttering on his back as the glow of it lead his way through the dark despair. He saw a small butter yellow dragon roaring pitifully as the black sludge that was despair tried to drag it deeper. In this form, Harry was free of his physical loss and capable of actual speech, so he opened his mouth and his voice rang clear through the darkness, "Time to wake up, Draco,"

The dragon's silvery gaze connected with his and it roared, "Go away! I don't need you!"

Harry raised a slim brow upward, "That just proves to me that you needed me and the others,"

The dragon trashed, "GO AWAY!"

Harry fluttered forward but the burning wind caused by the dragon's wings blew him back and Harry struggled to go forward. Draco cried, "Just leave me alone, PLEASE! I-I just…want my mum and dad…"

The dragon stopped struggling and slowly sank. Harry felt his heart plunge to his stomach in fear, "Draco? What are you doing?!"

Draco rumbled, "It's no use. I'm no use. What kind of wizard can I be? I can't see, so I can't cast spells or make potion or even tie my bloody shoes! So what's the use?" He whined, "I just want my mum and dad…so please…just go away…please…let me go…"

The dragon's silvery eyes slowly close and Harry fluttered forward but even though Draco no longer flaps his wings, the cutting wind remained and hinders Harry's progress. Realising of what Draco was doing hit him like the Hobby Horse and he forced his wings to fly against the cutting wind. The fragile butterfly wings become tattered and almost broke but Harry managed to fly close to Draco and used his Wonderland ability to show Draco that there were ways to go about his loss of sight.

Draco merely snuffed, billowing smokes through his elongated nostrils. But Harry insisted, showing him image after image of people worrying over him. But it wasn't enough, none of them family to him. Finally, Harry showed Petunia, Dudley, Severus, Albus, Minerva and many others working hard to keep him safe and offer him comfort. But it wasn't enough; what was the point of living when all that mattered dead to him?

Deciding that enough is enough, Harry forced himself through the boy's deepest memory and showed him the most painful; of his father burned nearly to ashes, of his mother's body missing, of the things that their attackers did. Harry forced him to remember each and every one of their faces and their names in sharp clarity before sending one thought; let revenge be his reason to live then.

There was a flicker of fire in the dragon's eyes but disappeared with the reminder of his missing sight. Harry didn't give up as his form slowly started to unravel into blue roses petals. He sent out his ability to connect and speak without voice. If he, who lost his voice, can go around his disability, surely there's way for Draco to do the same. He showed the image of Albus, Severus and Poppy with the thought that these people can make it true.

He then showed Alice in all her raging beauty…for vengeance was her playground. She will help Draco in the way that only madness can do…

With that final thought, Harry shattered into glowing blue petals and dispersed as Draco broke free of the black sludge holding him and pulling him down. His mind came to a decision; he will try. He will try and live just to scorn the people who took his life away and he will get his revenge. His family trusted them and they betrayed his father.

Draco decided that he will be strong, the strongest blind wizard that the 20th century will ever see!

He opened his eyes and heard Dudley calling out to Harry. The sounds loud and for a moment, he thought he could 'see' with his ears…

He fell unconscious, a little snowdrop blooming between the claws of his mind-self…