A/N: Chapter two! Thank you's at the bottom!

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Draco Malfoy and the Alliance of Power, Trust and Friendship

Chapter 2: Be strong

Author: Gwendolyn Malfoy

Draco rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had hardly slept last night because he kept replaying what Potter had said in his mind. God, how he hated the boy. He wished Voldemort would finish him off soon. No, nobody deserves to die at the hand of Voldemort, not even Potter.

Snape looked at him, worried. Draco yawned as he reached for some toast. Potter beat him to it and he quickly grabbed the last piece of toast. Draco snarled at him and Potter just sneered back. Dumbledore, wanting to prevent a fight from breaking out, magicked more toast on the table. Draco smiled at him, grateful, and grabbed a piece of toast. He wanted to fill his goblet, but noticed the pumpkin juice was standing in front of Potter. Draco grunted and reached for it.

'Why don't you just ask?' Potter said.

'Like you would give it to me.'

'True.'

When he finally got hold of the pumpkin juice, he filled his goblet with it and put the rest of the juice back. His eyes slowly drifted closed as he yawned. I must get some sleep Draco thought before falling off his chair.

~*~

Pain was what he felt when he woke up. Terrible pain, not only in his limbs, but also in his heart. He had dreamed about his father. His father at Azkaban, his soul being sucked out of his mouth. He hadn't seen it, but he almost knew how it must've looked.

A tear slid down his cheek. He could feel a hand on his arm.

'Daddy?' he whispered softly, opening his eyes hopefully.

The piercing eyes of Snape met him. Another tear fell down his cheek.

'Draco…' Snape started.

Draco shook his head wildly.

'No, no, no' he chanted.

'Draco, listen to me.'

Draco put his hands on his ears to block out Snape.

'DRACO!'

But Draco couldn't ignore that. He put his hands down and looked at Snape frightfully.

'What's wrong?'

'I-I… nothing.'

'Tell me.'

'Nothing is wrong.'

Draco was still visibly shaken from his dream, and Snape could also feel it when he touched Draco's arm.

'Draco, tell me.'

'I… I dreamed about father, about that day.'

Snape's eyes softened immediately and he took the young Malfoy in his arms. Potter, as usual, chose that moment to come in. He looked clearly confused at the two. Then he coughed as to let them know he was there. Snape looked up and as soon as he noticed Potter, he let go of Draco.

'Professor? Dumbledore wishes to speak to you.' Potter said softly.

Snape nodded and he stood up.

'Everything will be all right, don't worry. Just be strong' he whispered to Draco, and Draco nodded.

Snaped walked after Potter to the hallway.

'Potter, you never saw that.' Snape sneered.

'No sir.'

And at that moment Potter wondered if anything else had happened between the Professor and the student before he came in. He gulped at the thought. Snape noticed.

'What is it?' he asked sighing.

'Erm, sir, what was that all about?'

Snape smirked. So he had thought the right thing when he saw the emotions flicker over Potter's face.

'Not what you think, Potter. Mr. Malfoy is going through a very hard time at the moment. And my job, as his godfather, is to take care of him right now. So no, it wasn't what you thought it was.'

'Godfather, sir?'

'Yes, I think you know what the term means.'

'Yes, sir, but I was just surprised.'

Snape nodded shortly, and then without any further words he stalked away. Potter looked at him, then shrugged and walked to the Gryffindor common rooms.

Inside of the Hospital room, Draco had heard the conversation between his Godfather and Potter. He smiled weakly. He could see the look on Potter's face when Snape told him that he was Draco's Godfather. His smile quickly disappeared though, as the pain in his head and chest came back. He wondered briefly what had happened to him in the Great Hall, but it didn't take him long before he slipped back into unconsciousness.

~*~

It was late into the night when he finally awoke again. The pain was gone; he could only feel a slight buzzing in his head. He glanced at his bedside table, and as he had guessed, an empty glass stood on it. Snape had probably given him a dreamless-sleeping potion. Draco climbed out of bed and walked slowly to the sink at the end of his bed. He held onto his bed all the way, because he didn't rely on his legs entirely. He filled a glass with water and drank it quickly. He smiled. Yes, it probably was a sleeping potion that he had been given, because he tasted something very familiar in his mouth. A bitter taste with a slight tinge of lemon to it. That was Snape's work, the lemon taste to it. He had found out quickly that people didn't want to drink the potion because of its horrible taste. So Snape had added some lemon to it. Draco had to thank the man for it one day. If he remembered, that is.

Draco looked up into the mirror above of the sink. His hair was disheveled, his eyes red from crying, probably, and he was even more pale than ever. He really didn't look well. Maybe he was getting sick? Draco splashed some water into his face. He gasped as the cold water hit his face. He walked back to his bed, not caring that the water was dripping onto the floor. He got into bed and closed his eyes. Suddenly the words of Snape flashed through his mind. Everything will be all right, don't worry. Just be strong. Be strong. Two words that just fall from your mouth, not really knowing what they mean. But Draco did know. He knew that he had to be strong. Not only for himself, but for his father, too. His father wouldn't have liked it, if he was crying like a baby all the time. He had to move on. His father was gone, and he, or anybody else, couldn't bring him back. It was over, his family life was shattered. Draco sobbed. Fuck being strong. I can't handle it yet, he thought before his tears started leaking out of his eyes.

~*~

Morning sunlight awoke Draco. He opened his eyes and then closed them immediately as the bright light hit his eyes. The white walls were reflecting the sunlight, so the room was brightly lit by it. He moaned as he pulled the sheets over his head to block out the sun. He heard footsteps clatter, breaking the silence.

'Good morning Mr. Malfoy.' Madam Pomfrey said.

Draco groaned as the sheets were pulled back. He opened one eye and looked into the stern eyes of Madam Pomfrey.

'Slept well?'

'Not really.'

'Nightmares?'

'Just one, but that was after I woke this night.'

'So the potion Severus gave you did help?'

'Yes.'

'Good. Now get up, you're allowed to leave, and if you hurry you can still be on time for breakfast.'

Madam Pomfrey dropped the sheets and walked away. Draco climbed out of bed and got dressed. He brushed one hand through his hair and then shrugged. He didn't mind how he looked, if Potter wanted to have a laugh at him, let him. When he was done tying his shoes, he straightened up and walked out the room. He entered the Great Hall, his sneer, as usual, on his face. He sat down next to Snape and muttered a good morning.

'And how are we feeling today, Mr. Malfoy?' Dumbledore asked.

'Fine, I guess.'

'Ready to continue with your training?'

'Sure.'

Dumbledore nodded.

When breakfast was over, Dumbledore started their training immediately.

'Good, today we'll practise the Summoning Charm once more, and then we shall start on Transfiguration.'

Draco sighed inwardly, he was getting tired of practising the Summoning Charm, they had done it yesterday, and he could do it already, so why did they need more practise?

'If you'll Summon those books from over there to here?'

'Accio!' Draco and Potter shouted at the same time, and two books flew up and straight into their hands.

Dumbledore applauded.

'Very good, boys, now, I think you can handle that quite well. If you'll follow me please?'

Draco put the book down and followed Dumbledore out of the hall. Dumbledore led them outside, to the lake. When he stopped, Draco looked around; and he found that they were standing in a small, very secluded place, next to the lake. There was a narrow pier, leading to a hut on the water. Draco had to say the place was beautiful, and he wondered why they were there. Potter seemed to have the same thoughts as him, since he asked Dumbledore,

'Professor? Why are we here?'

'I know you must be surprised as to why you are here, because I told you we were going to practise Transfiguration. We still are, together with Professor McGonagall, but first I need to tell you something, about your powers, the magic you can do and the bonding.'

'Bonding, sir?' Draco asked.

Dumbledore smiled, and his eyes started twinkling more than ever.

'Yes, but that is actually for you to decide. It's a difficult process, but I will go into that later. What I need to tell you first is about your powers. You are both the heirs from two very powerful families. Families that both have a bloodline dating back to the founders.'

Draco and Potter glanced at each other, and turned back to the smiling Dumbledore.

'The Potters, a brave family, are descendants of Godric Gryffindor, the Malfoy's, a family with a lot of influence in the whole wizarding world, are the descendants of Salazar Slytherin. That doesn't mean that you are able to perform the magic that they could in their time, necessarily. However, a few of their descendants are blessed, or cursed, with their powers. Your fathers both weren't. They could perform strong magic, but not as powerful as you both can, after your trainings. That is why your fathers never received the training I am going to give you. After the training's you'll be able to perform very advanced magic that not even Professor McGonagall can perform. She can do most of the wandless magic, but not as powerful as you both. You can kill people without even muttering a word, just by looking at them and thinking of the Killing curse. You can torture people, the magic containing more pain then beatings ever will. You are powerful, realise that. A lot of people in this world call your powers curses, because of what you can do. I hope you'll use your power and your magic well, because we all know what will happen if you don't.'

While saying this, Dumbledore never once took his eyes of Draco. Draco gulped a bit.

'Do you mean that Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, has those powers too?' Potter asked silently.

Dumbledore turned to Potter.

'Yes, he had them. Now they are gone, vanished.'

'Why is he still so powerful then, sir?' Draco asked.

'That, young Master Malfoy, is because of his madness. As soon as he learned about his powers, he started using them, in the wrong way. He used them to hurt his old schoolmates, who had hurt him back at school. That's how it all started. Now it is just madness, he hasn't got the power anymore. Yes, he still is very strong, but most of the powers he thinks he has are gone. We can't defeat him though, why, that's still an unanswered question. I sometimes blame myself. If I had found out earlier about his powers, I could've helped him, just like I'm helping you now.' Dumbledore finished silently.

'But you wanted to tell us something about bonding sir?' Potter asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

'Yes, yes, well, actually, I am not going to tell you. I'm too old to tell you all that.'

'Who will tell us then, Snape?' Draco asked.

Dumbledore chuckled.

'Oh no, that's not err… something he can explain.'

'Who then?'

Dumbledore smiled.

'Your new, or rather old, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor…'

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