The Boy Who Gave Up Living

Chapter Twenty One: Escape, Drunk and Jolly, Wakey Wakey

"Come," Viola ordered and stepped into Azkaban. Sirius followed as a dog with Remus and Draco, both doing the shifty eyes. She walked up to the Dementor guard, "Let me in." the figure obeyed, much to the men's (and dog's) surprise.

When they were inside, she checked the inmate list, "But we don't know what name he took." Remus said.

"With someone like him, they wouldn't ask, 'Nameless'." She replied, "Cell 352… that was my cell."

She didn't even have to look at the numbers as she just led the way to the cell, several Dementors flocked.

"Open the door and release him." Viola ordered and they obeyed, opening the cell door, which grated open. Draco and Sirius ran in, Sirius licked his Godson's face. Draco picked the weakened boy up.

"So you decided to show your face in public again, I see," came a hiss, as Viola bend over Harry's form. Her cloak and hair blocking what she was doing.

"Nothing gets past you, does it, father?" she said tiredly, looking older than she seemed to be. She whispered, "There is a rather large crack in the southern wall. Run and escape through it, now."

Draco nodded; he was tense ready to run, holding Harry even tighter than he originally had. Viola approached Voldemort, calmly.

"I have feared and suffered because of you for many years. I hate you for that. Finish what you've started and kill me." She said and waved her hand to get up an illusion charm and causing a dagger to appear.

The tree were running with Harry, to safety, when she sensed they were gone, the dagger that she hand handed to her father turned to smoke. And she vanished with a swirl of her cloak.

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"Come on," Remus whispered as they descended the rocky island's sides to the shore. They all clambered into the boat. Harry was placed on some blankets with a few over him and was using Sirius as a pillow. Draco and Remus took the oars.

Soon they were making their way, a long way, towards land. Harry's shallow breathing reassuring that he was indeed alive, for the time being. It took them sixteen hours of straight rowing until they hit land again. Draco when tot pick up Harry, but Sirius beat him to it.

"You have used enough of your strength already."

"But I didn't have enough to save him." Draco mumbled.

"Come, we'll go to Serverus', he's drunk himself mad with grief." Remus said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It was not your fault."

"You cannot change what I think."

"I know." Remus whispered.

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"I lived in a tree house, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake…" Severus was singing (not well, mind you) when the four entered.

"Severus, you can stop being drug and jolly now." Draco sighed, "We've brought Harry back."

"Wonderful, wonderful… did you say Harry?" Severus asked slowly, looking up in wonder, when he laid eyes upon his son he began to cry. "And here I thought he was lost to us. Bring me my son." He wept holding out his arms, Sirius gave him Harry.

Severus held Harry as if he was a precious newborn babe, because he had never been able to hold Harry when he was a baby.

"Draco go get the potions, Sirius get Poppy. Come along, Severus, lets get Harry to bed." Remus said and helped Severus out of his chair and into Harry's room, which was still clean.

Remus pulled back the covers and Severus laid Harry in the bed before pulling the covers up over the boy. Draco returned with Sirius and Poppy in tow. He set the handy dandy potions bag down carefully and Poppy pulled the covers away, and took off Harry's shirt.

Branded on Harry's collar bone was 'AD' for Azkaban Prisoner. In the center of his chest was 'DR' for Death Row, also known as D block or hell by the inmates.

"Disgusting thing, marking him." She said repulsed, "And its not even tasteful. Well, he's obviously malnourished and he will suffer from a very bad fever. Most D-block prisoners do. It won't be fatal unless left for a very long time."

"What's that?" Draco asked, indicating Harry's upper arm.

In latin there was a small message going in a band around his upper arm, opposite his Dark Mark. It was written in a flowing gold text, very tasteful.

"I do not know."

"It says, 'Si vos iuguolo is vir , is mos ago in , procul pretium of meus own vita'." Everyone gave the intelligent but annoying werewolf a flat look, "'If you kill this man, he will live on, at the price of my own life.' I think Viola did that." Remus said, "Its her loyalty."

"Bus she swore to never give her loyalty to anyone, ever." Draco gaped, "Your very special Harry, sometimes I don't think you realize just how special you truly are."

"Or he sees it as a cures." Sirius mumbled.

"In his case, I can see why." Poppy said deadpanned.

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Several weeks later……..

Harry opened his eyes with some difficulty. Thanks to magic he could sit, stand, and walk on his own. The first place he went was the bathroom. When he came out Draco and Poppy were searching his room.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, his voice a bit gravely.

"Oh my goodness, he's finally awake." Poppy said and smiled before sticking her head out the door, "He's awake!"

Several people came in, almost trampling the poor mediwitch in the process. Severus, Sirius and Blaise all hugged Harry before having him sit down. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been dead and brought back." Harry said yawning, "What's the date?"

"May fifteenth." Draco replied.

"Draco, I'm sorry." Harry said tears filling his eyes. "I lost it, it died."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, alarmed that his mate was crying, and to him for really nothing at all.

"The baby. I was pregnant, but I had a miscarriage. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Oh Harry," Draco whispered, "Its okay, it is not your fault."