Catch me as I fall,
Say you're here and it's all over now,
Speaking to the atmosphere,
No one's here and I fall into myself,
This truth drives me into madness,
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
Don't turn away,
Don't give in to the pain,
Don't try to hide,
Though they're screaming your name,
Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them,
Never sleep never die
I'm frightened by what I see,
But somehow I know that there's much more to come,
Immobilized by my fear,
And soon to be blinded by tears,
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
Don't turn away,
Don't give in to the pain,
Don't try to hide,
Though they're screaming your name,
Don't close your eyes,
God knows what lies behind them,
Don't turn out the light,
Never sleep never die
Fallen angels at my feet,
Whispered voices at my ear Death before my eyes,
Lying next to me I fear,
She beckons me shall I give in,
Upon my end shall I begin,
Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end
-Whisper by Evanescence
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Hate is A Powerful Thing
Chapter Eight: Pureblood
MostEvilKitten
Severus Snape sat quietly in the Professor's Room at Hogwarts listening to the plans for the beginning of the year feast. Well it was more like half listening. Partly because he couldn't stand to listen to the other Professors break down crying half way through their announcements and partly because his mind was else where.
He was thinking about Harry again. Worried because he wasn't sure that the charms he left on the train compartment, where he had left the boy, had worked. He didn't have time to test them before the first students started climbing onto the train.
He was trying to remember the rushed charms and enchantments that he had said, but he wasn't sure if he put all the ones he wanted on the door and windows. If he did put them all on correctly he worked it out that someone would enter the compartment check it out, out of curiosity of the out of order sign that he placed on the door.
He was hoping that it would be on of his Slytherins. Actually he was hoping that it would be Draco Malfoy. Draco was smart enough not to be fooled by the sign on the door, and knowledgeable enough to know what to do when he found Harry laying on the bench in the compartment.
But! Wait! Did he forget something? There was something in the back of his mind that was nagging at him, but what was it? He remembered putting on the locking charm on the inside of the door incase Harry woke before someone could get to him. Severus didn't want Harry wondering around the train in the state that he would be in after being in a magically induced coma for the past couple of weeks.
Some of his wounds still were not healed, as were some of the bruises. He didn't want Harry to injure himself even more, so he put the locking charm on the inside of the door with a time release on it so that the door would whoever was in there out when the train pulled up to the station in Hogsmeade.
He knew he remembered that he placed the charms on the window so no one could see into the compartment and a silence charm so no one outside could hear what was happening inside.
What was he forgetting? Severus stretched his memory back trying to remember every detail. He remember laying Harry down on the bench with his invisibility cloak on him, then putting each charm on the compartment and by that time the students where starting to get on the train so he had to rush off leaving Harry in the compartment with the.
Oh! He forgot to take Harry's invisibility cloak off him. If Draco were to go into the compartment he might make it all the way to Hogsmeade with even knowing Harry was there. That would put a dent in his plans. He might have to go down to the station to make sure that everything went the right way, because if they didn't then some of the true of all that happened might come out and he really didn't want that.
"Now lets move on to the next object on the agenda for today's meeting, events surround the disappearance of our young Mr. Potter." Announced Dumbledore, interrupting Severus' thoughts, and a chorus of cries sounded around the room that made Severus roll his eyes slightly. "The real troubling thing about this is the fact that his relatives were killed after he was taken. Does anyone have any ideas as to why a Death Eater would return to the house and kill the relatives after they had taken Harry?"
"Wasn't it the simple fact that they were Muggles was it?" asked Severus and Dumbledore looked at him pointedly. A couple of the other Professors nodded in agreement, Death Eaters killed Muggles, the Dursleys were Muggles it was a logical conclusion.
But Severus knew that it wasn't Death Eaters that killed the Dursleys, everyone just assumed that it was Death Eaters. No one wanted to think otherwise. They didn't want to know what actually happened to the Dursleys, but Severus knew. He knew because he was the one to kill all three of those foul Muggles.
Sirius and him went to the house to collect Harry's things only to find out that the Dursleys that burned most of his possessions. Severus then forced them all to take Veritasium. He made that tell them everything that they had done to Harry over the years, and it took quite awhile for them to finish. By the time the Dursleys had finished Sirius was extremely pale. He, himself, had been through a lot in Azkaban but he could never imagine anything that Harry had gone through.
The boy was never really allowed to be a child. He was forced to do chores as soon as he could walk and talk and even made to start cooking their food at the age of five, when most kids were out playing with their friends, but Harry had no friends. Why not? Because when he wasn't doing chores or cooking the food he was locked in his cupboard under the stairs. The boy hardly got anything to eat; he would go almost a week before he was 'allowed' any food.
It was only by law were they made to let Harry go to school. If a social worker didn't come to the house informing them that Harry must attend public school, the Dursley wouldn't have let to boy out. Even then the boy was bullied at school, and every little thing that went wrong around the house was blamed on him. Even if he wasn't around, it was still his fault, which earned the boy a good beating to 'beat' the wickedness out of him.
Severus couldn't believe his ears when he heard that particular statement. How could anyone do that to a child, in the wizarding world, since most pureblood families only had one heir it was unheard of to touch a child so. In fact there were extreme laws punishing whoever did abuse a child. There was actually a law that allowed the blood relatives of the child to kill the attackers off their children. That was the reason that Voldemort had killed whole families, to avoid the retribution of the other members on the family.
Both Sirius and Severus were so angered by what they heard they began cursing all three of them with all the curses they could think of. But then Severus got an idea. He would make them feel actually what they did to Harry over the years. It was a simple retribution curse that he learned in his many years as a spy. It made the person being curse to feel every single blow, every single injury that they inflicted on a person.
Severus cast the spell on all three at the same time so that they all could feel it, but it seemed that it was too much for them, and all that pain in those few moments were greater that any Cruico curse and it had killed them. After they died the two wizards looked down at the corpse of the three and Severus heard Sirius say "They got what they dissevered. The Muggle pieces of trash." That statement took Severus aback; sure he had heard something like that for many years, but form Death Eaters.
When he heard one of the great Gryffindor golden boys say it, it caught him by surprise. Could things have changed so much that Dumbledore, who knew about the things that went on in this house, be the evil one, and Voldemort, the mass murder of Muggles, be the one would was right. His world, which was once black and white, that turned to shades of gray, had deeper shades now than every before. Everything was changing. The world wasn't has he had thought.
After he had collected the rest of his facilities he searched the house once last time to see if they had left anything behind and while he was in the room that he found Harry, which was now cleaned and things were moved back in as if Harry had never been there, he found that one of the floorboards were loose. When he checked it he found the broken pieces of Harry's wand and James' invisibility cloak. Severus smiled at the boy; he was at least smart enough to hide the more important things away.
As the two wizards left the house Sirius asked Severus to shot the Dark Mark over the house to make it look like Death Eaters. Severus laughed at that and told Sirius that he had just attended his first Death Eater raid, to which Sirius just smirked and walked away.
"Well that concludes the meeting for today." Minvera McGonagall's voice interrupted his thoughts. "We should get ready for the arrival of the students." The other Professors stood from their seats and left the room leaving Severus sitting there by himself. He would soon head down to the station and watch the children get off the train. He would make sure that someone, anyone, found Harry. He would not leave the boy to fate like so many other people had done.
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Draco looked down at the small figure laying on the seat, in shock. He could believe what he was looking at. The boy didn't look any bigger than that of a first year. But what really shocked Draco was that Harry only had a pair of too big, blood stained Muggle sweatpants, and he could see fading bruises all across the boy's body, along with half heal buts that might turn into scars.
"Oh My God." Breathed Pansy. "What happened to him?"
"I am not sure, but by the look of those cuts I think that someone has been trying to heal him." Draco said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"But they said that he was dead. They said that a Death Eater took him from his relatives. Why would a Death Eater want to heal him?" Pansy was trying to make sense of the scene in front of her.
"I don't know why, but these wounds look a month or so old. How long ago was Harry taken from his relatives?" Draco questioned Pansy. Something just flashed into his head. He had once heard Harry begged the Headmaster not to return to his relative's house for the summer. At the time he didn't know why Harry would be so desperate, but now seeing him like this everything added up.
"About a month ago." Pansy answered Draco's question. Then Draco gave her a pointed look. Suddenly Pansy got a calculating look on her face as she went through all the information she had just received. Then the calculating looked disappeared into one of shock. "You don't mean to say that his relatives did this to him? I mean Death Eaters, yes, but his own family?"
"Pansy they are Muggles, you don't think that they would do something like this?" Draco said. Pansy knew that Draco fully believed in the whole pureblood stuff, but she never really believed it. That was maybe until now seeing the prefect Gryffindor Golden Boy like this. If it was indeed his family who did this to him then it was going to be her mission to see that someone paid for this outrage.
To abuse a child! In the wizarding world it was unheard of, but she knew that it happened in the Muggle world. But this was the heir to one of the ancient and powerful houses of the wizarding world, and to have its only heir abused like this was beyond an outrage and something had to be done.
She stood there for a while watching Harry sleep on the seat. He looked so small and vulnerable, like a little brother. She wanted to protect him. As she watched she noticed him stir, shivering as if he were cold. But of course he was cold he was only wearing a pair of thin sweatpants.
"Draco." Her voice broke a long silence and Draco looked in her direction.
"Yes?"
"Do you think we could get something for him to wear? I think he might be cold." She said. Draco looked at her for a moment a bit off guard at what she said, but then an idea came to him.
'Of course this was a way to get to Harry. To make it look as if he really cared, to help him through this trying time.' He thought. It was a good plan, but what was that feeling in the back of his mind when he looked at the bruised and broken Harry in front of him, it wasn't that he actually cared about him? Was it?
"Sure." He said to Pansy and then went to the truck he was checking earlier to find a pair of school uniform pants and a plan white shirt with a sweater vest. He went to Harry and with Pansy's help they dressed him, amazed at how light the boy was.
When they were done they sat down in the seat across from Harry, watching him anxiously. As the train traveled on the sky outside began to become darker and darker, and the two Slytherins wondered if the boy would ever wake, or if there was something seriously wrong with him.
Sometime towards the end of the train ride Draco and Pansy both feel asleep exhausted from worry. Draco was dreaming about how he finally beat the Mudblood Granger out in the class standings when he heard a terrified yell that brought him back to the land of the living.
He opened his eyes to find Harry sitting at the farthest corner of the compartment. His knee drawn up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. He was rocking back and forth slightly and his breathing was slightly irregular. Draco could tell the boy was scared and confused by the way he was looking around the compartment in wide-eyed horror.
Draco shifted at little to get a better look at Harry and Harry noticed the movement. His head snapped to see what moved only to find Draco's eyes on him.
"Harry?" Draco whispered and stood up. "Harry, are you okay?" Draco took a step forward only to find Harry tighten up in his ball. Draco retreated a step to keep the space between him and Harry. Pansy stirred behind him and she looked up at Harry.
"Oh Harry you are finally awake." Pansy said sweetly and smiled at the boy. Harry looked at the girl in confusion.
"Draco?" Harry whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Yes Harry?" Draco answered.
"Where am I?"
"You are on the Hogwarts Express Harry. We are on our way to school." Draco informed the Gryffindor.
"How did I get here?" Harry questioned.
"I don't know Harry. You were already here when I got here." Draco looked at Harry in worry. "You mean you don't know how you got here?"
Harry shook his head. "No. The last thing I remember was I was in my room at my relative's house. I think I fell asleep and now I am here in a compartment on a train a month later with you two." Harry looked at them suspiciously. There was a short silence as Pansy and Draco looked at each other and then back at Harry not knowing exactly what to say. "I guess I missed my birthday as well." Harry put in. Then fell silent and stared out the window.
Draco sat down next to Pansy and the whisper between each other debating whether to tell Harry that everyone thought he was death or not. After a while of the whispering Harry started to become annoyed at the two Slytherins.
"What are you two scheming of ways off me or something?" He shot at them. The two looked up in dismay.
"No Harry we aren't scheming we are debating for you information." Said Draco falling back into the arch-rival role.
"Okay fine are you two debating whether to off me or not?" He retorted. Pansy looked over to Draco and nodded at the blonde and Draco nodded back at her.
"Harry?" Draco said softly.
"Hmm?" Harry answered looking Draco straight in the eye.
"Harry I have to tell you something. This is about... well this is about what happened in the last month." Said Draco and Harry looked at him with interest. "Now I don't know the details or where exactly you have been for the last month, but I know what everyone had been saying about you. You see Harry; everyone thinks that Death Eaters kidnapped you from your relatives' house and that you are... well Harry everyone thinks that you are... dead."
Harry looked at the boy bemused. "That is not funny Draco. What is this some kind of junior Death Eater joke. Uh? Well it is seriously not funny." Harry fumed.
"But Harry he isn't joking." Pansy stood up and put her hand on Draco's shoulder. "It was all over the Prophet. That you were dead, even Dumbledore said you were. He had this ward on the house that would late him if you were alive or not."
"What!" Harry yelled and stood up. "What are you talking about Dumbledore had a ward up on my house?"
"Harry." Draco said trying to calm the boy down. "Harry he had a ward up on your house to tell him if you were alive or not and if you were alright."
Harry felt his knees go weak. "Draco do you know if this ward would tell him if I was injured in anyway?"
Draco thought for a minute trying to remember what his father told him about ward of this nature before he answer. "Yes Harry general with wards of this kind the Headmaster would be advised to whether you were healthy or not, but to what extend I am not sure." Draco explained and then it clicked in his head why Harry was so upset with this information.
If his relatives were abusing Harry and the Headmaster had a ward up on the house telling him whether Harry was alive or not, then the Headmaster had to know something was going on in that house. He looked a Harry in horror as the boy slowly sat back down in the corner he was in earlier.
He could see that Harry was thinking hard about something and in that moment he wished that he would heard Harry's thoughts. If Draco could heard Harry's thought he would have heard something about how even Dumbledore thought he was a murderer and had to be punished.
Harry looked back out the window watching everything go by not wanting to talk to the two Slytherins, not even wanting to look at them. He just wanted to curl up and died, no one would even notice that he wasn't really death to beginning with.
He wanted it all to be over, for him to finally have some peace, but then he knew that he was being selfish and he knew that he had to be punished for being the murderer that he was. Even Dumbledore knew this. That is why he felt Harry at the Dursley's when he knew that they were hitting him, because he was evil and a murderer and needed to be punished for his crimes, but still that didn't make it any easier for him to deal with.
"Harry?" Pansy's shaky voice came through his thoughts. "Harry can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead." Harry whispered.
"Harry all those cuts and bruises on your body did... did your relatives do that to you?" she asked. Harry nodded
Harry was still looking out the window with a blank expression as he thought about the Dursleys. His blood became to boil that the thought of his disgusting over weight cousin, his horse faced Aunt and his drunken Uncle. They were what he had hated since he found out about Hogwarts. They were everything that he hated.
Harry felt the anger rise inside him. Such anger as he had only known for Voldemort, but now it was for the Dursleys as well. It was building up so much that he thought it was going to explode until a image on a silver flower flashed in his mind.
"They are not wizards they don't understand. They just can't understand our world." Harry said, not even thinking about what he was saying. As if it was something that he had been taught to say since he was little. Draco and Pansy looked at each other in shock. Did they just hear the Boy-Who- Lived say something for the pureblood movement? Was he saying something against Muggles?
Draco smiled to himself. Oh this was going to be easier than he thought. Someone is already starting to get to him about the pureblood movement, or was it was his father's pureblood was boiling inside him wanting to be let out. Draco didn't know, but he was really happy about this. "Wait till father hears about this one." Draco thought to himself. "And so my plan begins."
Say you're here and it's all over now,
Speaking to the atmosphere,
No one's here and I fall into myself,
This truth drives me into madness,
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
Don't turn away,
Don't give in to the pain,
Don't try to hide,
Though they're screaming your name,
Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them,
Never sleep never die
I'm frightened by what I see,
But somehow I know that there's much more to come,
Immobilized by my fear,
And soon to be blinded by tears,
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
Don't turn away,
Don't give in to the pain,
Don't try to hide,
Though they're screaming your name,
Don't close your eyes,
God knows what lies behind them,
Don't turn out the light,
Never sleep never die
Fallen angels at my feet,
Whispered voices at my ear Death before my eyes,
Lying next to me I fear,
She beckons me shall I give in,
Upon my end shall I begin,
Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end
-Whisper by Evanescence
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Hate is A Powerful Thing
Chapter Eight: Pureblood
MostEvilKitten
Severus Snape sat quietly in the Professor's Room at Hogwarts listening to the plans for the beginning of the year feast. Well it was more like half listening. Partly because he couldn't stand to listen to the other Professors break down crying half way through their announcements and partly because his mind was else where.
He was thinking about Harry again. Worried because he wasn't sure that the charms he left on the train compartment, where he had left the boy, had worked. He didn't have time to test them before the first students started climbing onto the train.
He was trying to remember the rushed charms and enchantments that he had said, but he wasn't sure if he put all the ones he wanted on the door and windows. If he did put them all on correctly he worked it out that someone would enter the compartment check it out, out of curiosity of the out of order sign that he placed on the door.
He was hoping that it would be on of his Slytherins. Actually he was hoping that it would be Draco Malfoy. Draco was smart enough not to be fooled by the sign on the door, and knowledgeable enough to know what to do when he found Harry laying on the bench in the compartment.
But! Wait! Did he forget something? There was something in the back of his mind that was nagging at him, but what was it? He remembered putting on the locking charm on the inside of the door incase Harry woke before someone could get to him. Severus didn't want Harry wondering around the train in the state that he would be in after being in a magically induced coma for the past couple of weeks.
Some of his wounds still were not healed, as were some of the bruises. He didn't want Harry to injure himself even more, so he put the locking charm on the inside of the door with a time release on it so that the door would whoever was in there out when the train pulled up to the station in Hogsmeade.
He knew he remembered that he placed the charms on the window so no one could see into the compartment and a silence charm so no one outside could hear what was happening inside.
What was he forgetting? Severus stretched his memory back trying to remember every detail. He remember laying Harry down on the bench with his invisibility cloak on him, then putting each charm on the compartment and by that time the students where starting to get on the train so he had to rush off leaving Harry in the compartment with the.
Oh! He forgot to take Harry's invisibility cloak off him. If Draco were to go into the compartment he might make it all the way to Hogsmeade with even knowing Harry was there. That would put a dent in his plans. He might have to go down to the station to make sure that everything went the right way, because if they didn't then some of the true of all that happened might come out and he really didn't want that.
"Now lets move on to the next object on the agenda for today's meeting, events surround the disappearance of our young Mr. Potter." Announced Dumbledore, interrupting Severus' thoughts, and a chorus of cries sounded around the room that made Severus roll his eyes slightly. "The real troubling thing about this is the fact that his relatives were killed after he was taken. Does anyone have any ideas as to why a Death Eater would return to the house and kill the relatives after they had taken Harry?"
"Wasn't it the simple fact that they were Muggles was it?" asked Severus and Dumbledore looked at him pointedly. A couple of the other Professors nodded in agreement, Death Eaters killed Muggles, the Dursleys were Muggles it was a logical conclusion.
But Severus knew that it wasn't Death Eaters that killed the Dursleys, everyone just assumed that it was Death Eaters. No one wanted to think otherwise. They didn't want to know what actually happened to the Dursleys, but Severus knew. He knew because he was the one to kill all three of those foul Muggles.
Sirius and him went to the house to collect Harry's things only to find out that the Dursleys that burned most of his possessions. Severus then forced them all to take Veritasium. He made that tell them everything that they had done to Harry over the years, and it took quite awhile for them to finish. By the time the Dursleys had finished Sirius was extremely pale. He, himself, had been through a lot in Azkaban but he could never imagine anything that Harry had gone through.
The boy was never really allowed to be a child. He was forced to do chores as soon as he could walk and talk and even made to start cooking their food at the age of five, when most kids were out playing with their friends, but Harry had no friends. Why not? Because when he wasn't doing chores or cooking the food he was locked in his cupboard under the stairs. The boy hardly got anything to eat; he would go almost a week before he was 'allowed' any food.
It was only by law were they made to let Harry go to school. If a social worker didn't come to the house informing them that Harry must attend public school, the Dursley wouldn't have let to boy out. Even then the boy was bullied at school, and every little thing that went wrong around the house was blamed on him. Even if he wasn't around, it was still his fault, which earned the boy a good beating to 'beat' the wickedness out of him.
Severus couldn't believe his ears when he heard that particular statement. How could anyone do that to a child, in the wizarding world, since most pureblood families only had one heir it was unheard of to touch a child so. In fact there were extreme laws punishing whoever did abuse a child. There was actually a law that allowed the blood relatives of the child to kill the attackers off their children. That was the reason that Voldemort had killed whole families, to avoid the retribution of the other members on the family.
Both Sirius and Severus were so angered by what they heard they began cursing all three of them with all the curses they could think of. But then Severus got an idea. He would make them feel actually what they did to Harry over the years. It was a simple retribution curse that he learned in his many years as a spy. It made the person being curse to feel every single blow, every single injury that they inflicted on a person.
Severus cast the spell on all three at the same time so that they all could feel it, but it seemed that it was too much for them, and all that pain in those few moments were greater that any Cruico curse and it had killed them. After they died the two wizards looked down at the corpse of the three and Severus heard Sirius say "They got what they dissevered. The Muggle pieces of trash." That statement took Severus aback; sure he had heard something like that for many years, but form Death Eaters.
When he heard one of the great Gryffindor golden boys say it, it caught him by surprise. Could things have changed so much that Dumbledore, who knew about the things that went on in this house, be the evil one, and Voldemort, the mass murder of Muggles, be the one would was right. His world, which was once black and white, that turned to shades of gray, had deeper shades now than every before. Everything was changing. The world wasn't has he had thought.
After he had collected the rest of his facilities he searched the house once last time to see if they had left anything behind and while he was in the room that he found Harry, which was now cleaned and things were moved back in as if Harry had never been there, he found that one of the floorboards were loose. When he checked it he found the broken pieces of Harry's wand and James' invisibility cloak. Severus smiled at the boy; he was at least smart enough to hide the more important things away.
As the two wizards left the house Sirius asked Severus to shot the Dark Mark over the house to make it look like Death Eaters. Severus laughed at that and told Sirius that he had just attended his first Death Eater raid, to which Sirius just smirked and walked away.
"Well that concludes the meeting for today." Minvera McGonagall's voice interrupted his thoughts. "We should get ready for the arrival of the students." The other Professors stood from their seats and left the room leaving Severus sitting there by himself. He would soon head down to the station and watch the children get off the train. He would make sure that someone, anyone, found Harry. He would not leave the boy to fate like so many other people had done.
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Draco looked down at the small figure laying on the seat, in shock. He could believe what he was looking at. The boy didn't look any bigger than that of a first year. But what really shocked Draco was that Harry only had a pair of too big, blood stained Muggle sweatpants, and he could see fading bruises all across the boy's body, along with half heal buts that might turn into scars.
"Oh My God." Breathed Pansy. "What happened to him?"
"I am not sure, but by the look of those cuts I think that someone has been trying to heal him." Draco said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"But they said that he was dead. They said that a Death Eater took him from his relatives. Why would a Death Eater want to heal him?" Pansy was trying to make sense of the scene in front of her.
"I don't know why, but these wounds look a month or so old. How long ago was Harry taken from his relatives?" Draco questioned Pansy. Something just flashed into his head. He had once heard Harry begged the Headmaster not to return to his relative's house for the summer. At the time he didn't know why Harry would be so desperate, but now seeing him like this everything added up.
"About a month ago." Pansy answered Draco's question. Then Draco gave her a pointed look. Suddenly Pansy got a calculating look on her face as she went through all the information she had just received. Then the calculating looked disappeared into one of shock. "You don't mean to say that his relatives did this to him? I mean Death Eaters, yes, but his own family?"
"Pansy they are Muggles, you don't think that they would do something like this?" Draco said. Pansy knew that Draco fully believed in the whole pureblood stuff, but she never really believed it. That was maybe until now seeing the prefect Gryffindor Golden Boy like this. If it was indeed his family who did this to him then it was going to be her mission to see that someone paid for this outrage.
To abuse a child! In the wizarding world it was unheard of, but she knew that it happened in the Muggle world. But this was the heir to one of the ancient and powerful houses of the wizarding world, and to have its only heir abused like this was beyond an outrage and something had to be done.
She stood there for a while watching Harry sleep on the seat. He looked so small and vulnerable, like a little brother. She wanted to protect him. As she watched she noticed him stir, shivering as if he were cold. But of course he was cold he was only wearing a pair of thin sweatpants.
"Draco." Her voice broke a long silence and Draco looked in her direction.
"Yes?"
"Do you think we could get something for him to wear? I think he might be cold." She said. Draco looked at her for a moment a bit off guard at what she said, but then an idea came to him.
'Of course this was a way to get to Harry. To make it look as if he really cared, to help him through this trying time.' He thought. It was a good plan, but what was that feeling in the back of his mind when he looked at the bruised and broken Harry in front of him, it wasn't that he actually cared about him? Was it?
"Sure." He said to Pansy and then went to the truck he was checking earlier to find a pair of school uniform pants and a plan white shirt with a sweater vest. He went to Harry and with Pansy's help they dressed him, amazed at how light the boy was.
When they were done they sat down in the seat across from Harry, watching him anxiously. As the train traveled on the sky outside began to become darker and darker, and the two Slytherins wondered if the boy would ever wake, or if there was something seriously wrong with him.
Sometime towards the end of the train ride Draco and Pansy both feel asleep exhausted from worry. Draco was dreaming about how he finally beat the Mudblood Granger out in the class standings when he heard a terrified yell that brought him back to the land of the living.
He opened his eyes to find Harry sitting at the farthest corner of the compartment. His knee drawn up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. He was rocking back and forth slightly and his breathing was slightly irregular. Draco could tell the boy was scared and confused by the way he was looking around the compartment in wide-eyed horror.
Draco shifted at little to get a better look at Harry and Harry noticed the movement. His head snapped to see what moved only to find Draco's eyes on him.
"Harry?" Draco whispered and stood up. "Harry, are you okay?" Draco took a step forward only to find Harry tighten up in his ball. Draco retreated a step to keep the space between him and Harry. Pansy stirred behind him and she looked up at Harry.
"Oh Harry you are finally awake." Pansy said sweetly and smiled at the boy. Harry looked at the girl in confusion.
"Draco?" Harry whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Yes Harry?" Draco answered.
"Where am I?"
"You are on the Hogwarts Express Harry. We are on our way to school." Draco informed the Gryffindor.
"How did I get here?" Harry questioned.
"I don't know Harry. You were already here when I got here." Draco looked at Harry in worry. "You mean you don't know how you got here?"
Harry shook his head. "No. The last thing I remember was I was in my room at my relative's house. I think I fell asleep and now I am here in a compartment on a train a month later with you two." Harry looked at them suspiciously. There was a short silence as Pansy and Draco looked at each other and then back at Harry not knowing exactly what to say. "I guess I missed my birthday as well." Harry put in. Then fell silent and stared out the window.
Draco sat down next to Pansy and the whisper between each other debating whether to tell Harry that everyone thought he was death or not. After a while of the whispering Harry started to become annoyed at the two Slytherins.
"What are you two scheming of ways off me or something?" He shot at them. The two looked up in dismay.
"No Harry we aren't scheming we are debating for you information." Said Draco falling back into the arch-rival role.
"Okay fine are you two debating whether to off me or not?" He retorted. Pansy looked over to Draco and nodded at the blonde and Draco nodded back at her.
"Harry?" Draco said softly.
"Hmm?" Harry answered looking Draco straight in the eye.
"Harry I have to tell you something. This is about... well this is about what happened in the last month." Said Draco and Harry looked at him with interest. "Now I don't know the details or where exactly you have been for the last month, but I know what everyone had been saying about you. You see Harry; everyone thinks that Death Eaters kidnapped you from your relatives' house and that you are... well Harry everyone thinks that you are... dead."
Harry looked at the boy bemused. "That is not funny Draco. What is this some kind of junior Death Eater joke. Uh? Well it is seriously not funny." Harry fumed.
"But Harry he isn't joking." Pansy stood up and put her hand on Draco's shoulder. "It was all over the Prophet. That you were dead, even Dumbledore said you were. He had this ward on the house that would late him if you were alive or not."
"What!" Harry yelled and stood up. "What are you talking about Dumbledore had a ward up on my house?"
"Harry." Draco said trying to calm the boy down. "Harry he had a ward up on your house to tell him if you were alive or not and if you were alright."
Harry felt his knees go weak. "Draco do you know if this ward would tell him if I was injured in anyway?"
Draco thought for a minute trying to remember what his father told him about ward of this nature before he answer. "Yes Harry general with wards of this kind the Headmaster would be advised to whether you were healthy or not, but to what extend I am not sure." Draco explained and then it clicked in his head why Harry was so upset with this information.
If his relatives were abusing Harry and the Headmaster had a ward up on the house telling him whether Harry was alive or not, then the Headmaster had to know something was going on in that house. He looked a Harry in horror as the boy slowly sat back down in the corner he was in earlier.
He could see that Harry was thinking hard about something and in that moment he wished that he would heard Harry's thoughts. If Draco could heard Harry's thought he would have heard something about how even Dumbledore thought he was a murderer and had to be punished.
Harry looked back out the window watching everything go by not wanting to talk to the two Slytherins, not even wanting to look at them. He just wanted to curl up and died, no one would even notice that he wasn't really death to beginning with.
He wanted it all to be over, for him to finally have some peace, but then he knew that he was being selfish and he knew that he had to be punished for being the murderer that he was. Even Dumbledore knew this. That is why he felt Harry at the Dursley's when he knew that they were hitting him, because he was evil and a murderer and needed to be punished for his crimes, but still that didn't make it any easier for him to deal with.
"Harry?" Pansy's shaky voice came through his thoughts. "Harry can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead." Harry whispered.
"Harry all those cuts and bruises on your body did... did your relatives do that to you?" she asked. Harry nodded
Harry was still looking out the window with a blank expression as he thought about the Dursleys. His blood became to boil that the thought of his disgusting over weight cousin, his horse faced Aunt and his drunken Uncle. They were what he had hated since he found out about Hogwarts. They were everything that he hated.
Harry felt the anger rise inside him. Such anger as he had only known for Voldemort, but now it was for the Dursleys as well. It was building up so much that he thought it was going to explode until a image on a silver flower flashed in his mind.
"They are not wizards they don't understand. They just can't understand our world." Harry said, not even thinking about what he was saying. As if it was something that he had been taught to say since he was little. Draco and Pansy looked at each other in shock. Did they just hear the Boy-Who- Lived say something for the pureblood movement? Was he saying something against Muggles?
Draco smiled to himself. Oh this was going to be easier than he thought. Someone is already starting to get to him about the pureblood movement, or was it was his father's pureblood was boiling inside him wanting to be let out. Draco didn't know, but he was really happy about this. "Wait till father hears about this one." Draco thought to himself. "And so my plan begins."