A/N: Here's a mid-week update. I hope you all enjoy! I'm working on another story (I've got two one-shots waiting) and I'm not sure if it's going to be a multi-chapter or one-shot. We'll see. Thank you for the reviews and follows :)

Harry's arm felt like it was on fire. His body ached and he couldn't manage to get his eyes to open. Something wasn't right. Something was missing. Something was wrong. He tried to open his eyes again, but he couldn't. He cried out and then he was out, practically floating away in the ocean.

Hermione and Ron sat on one side while Blaise and Pansy sat on the other. Hermione was gripping Harry's hand and worrying her lip. Everything that Harry had experienced, they had seen. Hermione felt tears slide down her cheeks.

"Draco is probably losing his mind," Pansy muttered.

"I can't believe this happened. That it escalated to this," Blaise added.

"Where did Roberts go?" Ron questioned.

"Professor McGonagall sent them with some other aurors. How is Draco going to get out of this?" Hermione questioned. She choked on a sob and wiped at her eyes.

"He didn't do anything wrong! He had to defend them! It would have gone so much more badly if he hadn't done what he did. Draco can't go to Azkaban. He doesn't belong there. I can't believe I'm saying this, but he belongs here, with Potter. Those two, I just, I'm not even in the relationship and their love for each other is so unbelievably overwhelming. It's just not fair," Pansy said, sobbing quietly.

Professor McGonagall came in then. She looked at the five students and felt tears prickling at her eyes. They had been through so much. Relief had to be close, didn't it? She cleared her throat. Ron and Blaise looked over at her, but Pansy and Hermione were too lost in their emotions to acknowledge her. "How is Mister Potter?" she asked quietly.

Ron shrugged. "He hasn't woken up. He cried out earlier and looked like he was in pain. Any word from the Ministry?"

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "None yet. Please, let me know when he wakes up. I want to be sure that Draco knows," she said quietly. She turned and left them to hold vigil over him.

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Draco sat in a holding cell at Azkaban. He wasn't quite in the main part of the prison, but he was closer than he ever wanted to be. He felt sick with worry. Not for himself, but for Harry. He had no idea what was going on with him. He had to hold on to what Madam Pomfrey had said. She had assured him that Harry would be alright. He had to keep repeating that to himself. If Harry wasn't alright, if he died, there was no reason to fight being in Azkaban. He'd serve his time and then get out and waste away. Life wouldn't be worth it if anything happened to Harry.

He pushed that thought away or at least tried really hard to. Madam Pomfrey said Harry would be alright. He had to believe that. He looked around his cell and started to cry again. It was probably the ancient magic that was still a part of the prison from the dementors and he couldn't quite shake it.

He lost track of time, but at some point, his cell door opened and he looked up to see his family's solicitor. "They contacted my mother?" he asked. The solicitor nodded. "How is she?"

"She's quite upset. Mostly because you're here of course and she doesn't know what happened yet. Come along. Let's see what we can do to get you out of here," he replied.

Draco nodded and stood up. He followed him down the hallway. They must be in a minimum security part of the prison. He glanced in the cells that he went by and stopped short. A familiar head of blond hair was sitting at a desk in a cell. "Father?" Draco asked.

The person's head shot up and he turned slowly around. Draco gasped as he looked upon his father. He had only been in Azkaban for five months and he looked as if he'd been there for years. He walked towards the cell door.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" he demanded. His mind was still clear so at least he had that to look forward to.

"I was defending myself and Harry," he replied.

Lucius's eyes widened. "Your mother has written me about her joy of your current relationship. Is he alright?" he asked sincerely.

Draco frowned. "Like you care," he replied snidely.

Lucius looked down in front of him and sighed. "I do care. It sounds like you are very much in love with Mister Potter. If he's hurt, I care because you care for him. I imagine that whatever has happened involves me somehow," Lucius commented.

"Yes," Draco replied.

"Mister Malfoy, we need to discuss what our next steps are going to be," his solicitor reminded him. Draco nodded and looked at his father once more before he followed his solicitor down the hall. His father looked sincerely apologetic and somehow Draco believed him.

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Harry started to come to about ten o'clock. He didn't feel too horrible, but he still felt like something wasn't right. He opened his eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. "Draco," he croaked out.

"Oh, Mister Potter, settle down. Here," Madam Pomfrey said as she gave him some water. Harry took it gratefully, but laid back and looked at her worriedly.

"Where's Draco?" he asked, more clearly.

"He's safe," she replied simply.

"But he's not here. He would be here if he were safe," Harry insisted.

She sighed. "He's at Azkaban," she replied quietly.

Harry sat up, pain shooting through his entire body. He cried out and lay back down. He felt tears coming to his eyes. "He didn't do anything! Someone cast that curse at me! Draco was protecting us!" Harry yelled. He slammed his good fist into the bed and continued to sob. Madam Pomfrey left his bedside to inform Professor McGonagall that he was awake. When she came back, she had a calming draught that Harry took reluctantly. By the time he was calm enough, Professor McGonagall had arrived.

"Tell me what happened," he whispered when she came into view.

"From what I understand, Mister Roberts cursed you and Draco disarmed and stunned him immediately after," she replied.

"And he was sent to Azkaban for that?" Harry asked in disbelief.

She nodded. "He wasn't in the classroom. He was by the lake and although they are defensive spells, they were done outside the classroom, therefore he violated his probation. The aurors have Draco's memories as well as The Andrews' cousins. He won't be there long, I'm sure. They also have Mister Roberts," she explained.

Harry shook his head. "They won't let him out until they know for sure that he was not at fault for anything that happened. Who knows how long that will take."

Professor McGonagall sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry. I really am. I'll be sure to get word to Draco that you are awake and that you'll be alright," she told him sincerely.

He nodded absently, but looked away from her. It was then that he noticed that his left arm was strapped to his chest. He sighed and closed his eyes. His heart hurt and he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't going to be seeing Draco for a long time.

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Harry was released from the hospital two days later. He walked up to his room with Hermione and Ron. He felt like it was that month after the war. He felt completely shattered. He hadn't heard from Draco at all and no one was telling him a single thing about what was happening to him. Harry walked into their shared dorm and glanced around. He felt like he had been gut punched as he looked at Draco's stuff and his bed. Harry walked over and leaned down to pick up his pants from Friday. He picked them up and reached into the magical pocket. He felt something hard meet his fingers.

He took them out in surprise and then reached back in. He pulled out a wand that he didn't recognize. Inside there was also a note.

Harry, Merlin, I hope you're alright. I'm on my way to Azkaban. I'm sorry. I couldn't just let him get away with this. This is Roberts's wand. I couldn't risk it being tampered with. It probably wasn't my brightest choice, but the risk is too high. I hope I see you soon. I love you, so much….

The letter trailed off. Harry took the wand and opened up his nightstand. He saw the journal sitting on top. He pulled it out. The dorm door opened and Ron was coming in followed by Hermione. Hermione was carrying a case of potions that Harry needed to take while Ron was carrying several books and magazines.

"You're set for awhile, Harry. You need to rest," Hermione commented as she set his stuff down, taking the books from Ron. She looked over at Harry and looked confused. "That's not your wand," she commented as she came closer.

"I know," he replied.

"Is it Draco's?" she asked in confusion.

"No, it's Roberts's," he answered quietly.

"How do you have it?" she asked, sitting down next to him.

"Draco sent it through the pocket after he disarmed him. He didn't want it to be tampered with. Fuck, this can't be good," he whispered.

Hermione shook her head. "As long as you don't cast any spells with it, they'll check it for its last spell and see that it was from Roberts. It will have his signature as well. What else do you have there?"

Harry took the journal and handed it to her. She looked it over and opened it. Her eyes widened as she scanned the pages. "Narcissa sent it to us. I'm not sure how she had it or who she got it from."

"You have to get both of these to the aurors. This will surely give Evan more than enough motive to attack you. I'm going to make copies of this, just in case," she added. She walked over to the desk and made quick work of copying each page. Harry sighed and lay down. He missed Draco immensely. It reminded him of when he was gone during seventh year only this time it was so much worse.

Ron walked over and sat down next to him. "Listen, mate, Malfoy will be back before you know it. I know it seems horrible right now and that you don't see it getting any better, but it will."

Harry looked at him and shook his head. "Merlin, listen to me. Moaning and groaning about my boyfriend being stuck in Azkaban temporarily when my best friend is still mourning the loss of his brother. I'm a git."

Ron shrugged. "It's not the same thing," he replied quietly.

Harry pushed himself up with one arm. He growled in annoyance at how difficult it was. He reached out and patted Ron's shoulder. Ron just smiled at him.

"Let's take this to McGonagall," Hermione said briskly. She set off for the door. Harry and Ron followed. They made their way through the castle. They arrived at the entrance to her office. It slid open and all three stepped onto the spiraling stair case.

When they got to the top, Professor McGonagall was kneeling in front of the fireplace. "Yes, Missus Malfoy, Harry is just fine. He was released from the hospital wing this morning. I will be sure to pass along your message," she said.

"What message?" Harry asked as he stepped over to the fireplace. Professor McGonagall startled at their presence.

"Harry, oh, thank goodness. I just wanted to tell you that I spoke with our solicitor this morning and he said that he is sure that Draco won't be in Azkaban much longer. They are just trying to find a more solid motive for Mister Roberts's actions," she replied.

"Is he alright?" he asked.

Narcissa kept her expression neutral, but Harry couldn't ignore the worry in her eyes. "He is well enough, I'm told," she replied.

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. "Tell him that I got his message and that I'm working on things on this end," he replied. He turned and stepped out of view. Narcissa wanted to question him further, but she could tell that she didn't want to talk any longer. She cut her connection from Professor McGonagall with a hasty good-bye.