Hello readers! I know I usually go to the next chapter and continue the story onwards however; I felt that there was this question that I had to answer before I continued! Anyway, this part is from Harry's POV enjoy!

Chapter -9 Harry's Emptiness

This was the last place on earth that I wanted to be. I didn't think that being caught by snatchers would lead them to bringing us here. But then again, last year I would never had thought I would go anywhere, but Hogwarts. It was a big shock to learn about Voldemort's plan of eternal life, and way of defeating me. Horcruxes, some gross, nasty, little things made whenever some wizard kills someone and splits their own soul into an object. Dumbledore told me about these things last year, just before I watched Snape kill him. I promised him that I would find all them, and destroy them before trying to end the Bald menace, better known as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

Anyway, getting caught by snatchers was the absolutely last thing that I wanted to happen on this mission. But then again, perhaps I had to be here in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor. Hermione had hit my face with a spell that hid my face, so the Death Eaters couldn't recognize me. Now, she faces Bellatrix Lestrange in an unfair fight, all the while I am, sort of, safe in the dungeon. I felt like I had wronged her and Ron with this mission. I was thinking about running when, I saw something tied to a wall. I had asked it who it was, but I got a chalky voice that cracked and broke, but answered as if he owned the world. It was Draco Malfoy. I was shocked, I started asking questions, but had to stop when I noticed that he wasn't conscious. I panicked, I told Ron that we had to bring all of the people that were locked down there with us when we tried to escape. He came with us.

We ran for our lives to the Black Manor, leaving most of the others behind in safer places. I watched as Hermione heal Malfoy as gently as possible. "Hermione, you don't have to heal him."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

"Harry, he was caged in his own family's dungeon, for who knows how long, we should be better than those we fight against and heal all wounded people regardless of their past."

Ron spoke this time. "What if he is a spy?"

"Then we can get some information out of him. Now, would one of you please bathe him?"

I was forced to take the task of helping Hermione out with Malfoy, which was easy, and got easier when he woke up. At first, he wouldn't speak to anyone, but Hermione. Which was okay because most of the time was spent with Ron yelling at me. We walked into the room shortly after he awoke, I took notice of everything about him. His hair a pale blond that most girls would kill to have. His eyes a strange blueish silver. A long time ago, I wanted so much to be his friend, but then I saw the truth of his character. He was cruel, and mean, but now he was frail, and weak.

We stopped arguing when Hermione asked him some questions that had shocking answers. Apparently, he was kept in the dungeon to awaken an old curse that Merlin had put on all purebloods. He asked for redemption, and I didn't know if Ron would let him join us even with what he knows. But, when we all talked Ron was the one who started. "We will have to let him stay with us."

"Why, you were so determined to keep him away, but now…?" I asked confused with him.

"If he has awakened that curse there is no way he could live by himself. I don't know what happens to the Malfoy's, but no one has ever survived the process of starting the curse without something bad happening to them. Harry, if we don't have him with us his body might literally try to kill itself."

I was shocked, and in that moment, I felt mad at someone who wasn't the Bald menace. I felt that I should help him.

We let him stay with us. He asked us if he could use the library to get rid of some boredom and do some research about the Malfoy curse. I freaked when he mentioned knowing the Manor that he was in, but calmed down when he said his mother had told him about her childhood home. So, I gave him permission. I would sometimes join him in there, hoping to find some answers myself, but mostly to see him more. I didn't know what it was, but I felt better if I saw him daily. I lied to him saying that I wanted Hermione and Ron to have some alone time, it wasn't really a lie I just forgot to tell him my other reason. One day, he flinched while reading one of the curse books, he had asked me not to read those, and I knew it had to be the one on the Malfoys. So, I asked, and he told me of the Malfoy curse.

I was shocked by it but, I wanted to know more about this person he would love. I wanted to convince him to tell them before the war was over, but the stupid Dragon wouldn't listen. He called me jealous and told me that both me and this person would have to wait. In truth I was a little jealous, and tried to get him to call me by name, but he through one complaint back at me. I left laughing that day wondering if I could get him to tell me about his person.

I saw him hand the book to Hermione a week later. I was jealous that I heard him call her by her first name, and I briefly thought it was her that he liked. But, his answer to why he calls her by name floored me. I managed to answer, and ask about his loved one. I managed to convince him to tell me what it was like to fall in love. I will never forget what he said. "Hah… It was shocking once I realized I loved them. At first, I was jealous of what they had with friends then as I got older I kept looking at them wondering when I could be the one to make them smile, to be the one who would make them want to try harder. I thought that it was a faze, something I would grow out of, but I never stopped hoping that I'd make them smile. I felt like I was going to die when I heard that my parents sided with Voldemort because I knew that meant that I would one to hurt them the most. Then I knew no matter what would happen I couldn't tell them, because they live in the light and I- I am stuck in the dark. They mean the world to me, and as much as I want to tell them, I am not worthy of anything they give me."

At that point, I wished it was me he was talking about. I wanted it to be me who made him feel like that. I wanted to be the one who brought those sapphire eyes to life, that put the smile on his face, that made him glow with happiness at just the thought of them, and that was killing me. I hadn't realized that I hadn't answered him, so I called him by name and told him what would happen should anyone say those words to me. We left Black Manor shortly after. I hoped that one day he would tell me who it was he loved.

We had to keep looking for these death devices that could kill the Bald menace once and for all. Draco didn't want to impede us, or shock anybody with his return so, he watched the camp. When we finished getting the stupid neckless that had a piece of ye'old Baldy in it, I went ahead of Hermione and Ron to give them time to cover our trail. I saw him, and felt like blushing at the warmth I was feeling. Even though he was cold, I felt like I had a warm drink bubbling in my belly, even though the tea wasn't done. I teased him for not saying how he feels, and he pointed out that yet again, my mission was more important than his love life.

I kept trying to convince him because a part of me wished it was me he was talking about, and I wanted to know who it was. He wouldn't budge, and that made me pissed. I yelled at him, even though I didn't want to, I shouted and shouted until I told him how I felt. I said, "Because I love you! Because I keep wishing that the person you want to tell is me! Because I don't think I could live without knowing. Because I am not sure I will make it out of this war alive."

Then reality set in. Hermione and Ron showed up, but I let him know that he wasn't getting away from my feelings without answering them. Shortly after, Ron got weird and left us by ourselves. We needed to get the Sword of Gryffindor, it was our best chance to destroy the creepy thing, Draco didn't like the idea Hermione and I had, but it would work. We were left alone when she went to get more water, and I was finally able to talk with him. Well, more like argue with him, I tried to get it out of him but he left me hanging. Then I saw him fall, hard, I ran to catch him tears streaming down my face, when I did I carried him gently to his bed and messed with his hair. I realized then that the curse was really killing him, and I wanted to die right then, before death took my heart.

I decided that we had to go to Godric's Hallow. So, we went, and Draco fallowed. Hermione and I went into my old house and Draco stayed in the graveyard. When all hell broke loose I was not expecting to lose him. He was gone, lost, most likely dead, and it was all my fault. I wanted to cry but, figured that at least it wasn't the curse that killed him. Ron came back after we found another one in the vault that we stole it from. I was hollow, empty, and lost. I was remembering everything that happened that lead to this point. It didn't matter to me anymore who he loved, I just wanted-needed-him back in my life breathing right next to me. But, he wasn't and that was my fault.

We destroyed two of those stupid life lines and knew that there had to be more at Hogwarts, so we made are way there. When we got there Neville greeted us with a smile. He dragged me off to the side, "Harry, you won't believe this but Draco Malfoy is on our side! He is probably in the girl's room that Moaning Myrtle used to hang out in right now, but I wouldn't- "

I didn't pay attention. He was alive, and walking, and breathing, and I wasn't going to spend time that I knew I should with him wanting for the okay to see him. So, I ran. I ran to the girl's room that I swore to never enter again. I saw him panting in front of one of the mirrors a smile on his face, and then I heard it. A voice so proud, happy and kind say something I didn't actually ever believe was for me, "Harry Potter, it's you. You're the one I love." I gasped as he turned around with horror in his eyes that started to get brighter the more I looked.

I knew then that I was the key to his curse, but I wasn't sure I knew what I was getting myself into.