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Chapter Eleven: I'll Be By Your Side This Time

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He was feeling dizzier than ever now. Draco tried to stay conscious as long as he could, just to see Harrys' eyes that were finally full, not empty anymore.

He could faintly hear the door break open, arms and hands pulling him away from Harry, he let go of the knife.

Harry stood up hurriedly. Enica picked up the knife and kept it away from him, she thought he was after the knife but to her surprise, he was after the half conscious Slytherin who was being lifted by Felix.

"Harry go back to bed he'll be alright," said Felix. Harry ignored him.

"I'm," he cleared his throat, now that he was finally using his voice, he felt like it had gathered dust from the lack of use. It was a bit difficult to return to using it. "I'm not going to take orders......................from anyone, anymore," he said nearly hoarsely. Enica and Felix looked at Harry in shock, he finally spoke, and he wasn't following anyone's orders now.

Harry lightly touched Dracos' forehead.

He watched as the raven haired boy's eyes turned white, leaving only the pupils visible, darkness took over him, but he wasn't afraid now, he knew he helped Harry enough, he just hoped he also helped himself.
"This is making me pull my hair out!" Ron said irritably as he gripped hair, "I swear, I'm gonna look like a younger version of my father."

They were waiting out near the lake, trying to spot a flying green shape.

"Ron!" Hermione grabbed the red head's hands and pulled them away from his head, "calm down, we're worried too so just sit down and wait."

"I can't, I need to move or else I'll just explode!"

Blaise took out his wand, waved it to the lake as he muttered a spell, water the size of two gallons floated in the air; he shot his wand over Ron's head and took the spell off the water causing Ron to get splashed.

"Thank you, I needed that," sighed Ron as he sat down, but he was soon tapping his foot with impatience.

"Hermione, help me please," said Pansy as she stood up and walked to Ron, Hermione blinked, almost in shock, but nodded. She and Pansy made the red haired boy stand up, and they pulled him by his arms and threw him in the lake.

"Feeling better?" Hermione called.

"Yes, much," Ron walked out of the lake, his close soaked with water, "if I lose my patience, you know what to do."

Hermione and Pansy nodded cheerfully, the four lay in the grass, looking up at the sky, hoping to see Draco flying by.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

The four sat up hurriedly and turned to face Dumbledore who looked cheerful.

"Have you got any news about-"

"Yes I do," Dumbledore interrupted Ron, "Dilys has just sent me news."

"What happened?" Pansy asked quickly.

"Well, a lot of things happened," Dumbledore sat down under the beech tree, "I don't have the complete story but Dilys says that Draco seemed to have used some kind of method that made Harry stop cutting, start talking, and not follow everyone's orders."

"What did he do?" Hermione gawked.

"I'm not sure, Dilys couldn't find out much information."

"But why isn't Draco back?" Pansy asked.

"He's wounds are being treated."

"Wounds!?"

"Yes, I don't know how he got them, I'll have to go to St. Mungo's myself-"

"Can we come," Ron interrupted.

"Well, since you're all so exited about this news, yes you may come, follow me," a twinkle in both of his eyes.
He woke up lying in a bright room, the smell of clean and cold mixed into him. Draco sat up, he was still a little dizzy but he ignored it.

There were other beds around him; it was like the hospital wing at Hogwarts except there were a few Healers around.

"How are you feeling?"

Draco looked to his left and saw a Healer standing beside his bed, a rag stained with blood in her hand. He looked at his arms, they were completely healed.

"Where's Harry?" he asked suddenly.

"He's doing well; he's a bit weak though."

"Weak?"

"Yeah, talking just tired him out, he got a bit drowsy after he stopped you from losing anymore blood, but at least he's conscious."

"Didn't you-"

"Oh, no, I just wiped the blood off your arms, Harry healed all of your wounds, at least that's what Felix told me."

"Where is he?"

"He's back at the closed ward, Alice thinks he just needs one more day here before he can go back to Hogwarts, just to make sure that he keeps on talking and does things for himself."

"Draco Malfoy!"

Draco blinked at the sudden angry voice then sighed exasperatedly, it was Alice, she walked inside and headed straight toward him.

"I don't need to be shocked by your actions but I AM shocked that they were for Harry, cutting yourself, making him talk and become weak after healing your wounds, not to mention you jinxed me! And you know what!?"

Draco could only blink; he didn't know what else to do since he barely understood her quick rambling.

"I can't thank you enough for making him better," she said softly. Draco gave a tiny smile, but on the inside he was a bit worried for the woman's sanity.

"Um, well he IS my mate, I mean; if I wasn't a veela then I wouldn't do anything for him."

"Oh stop denying it."

Draco looked over to the doors, Hermione, Ron, Blaise and Pansy all walked towards him.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked, trying hard not to flash a grin that was itching to come out.

"Well, Dumbledore told us something interesting," said Pansy, "but it wasn't enough information so we just wanted to go straight to the source."

"So what happened?" asked Blaise as the two Healers walked away.

"How are you?" Hermione suddenly asked.

"Fine, better," he remembered Harry's voice, he felt his stomach do a back flip at the sound of his voice.

"So what happened?" Blaise asked again.

"And start at the point where you left us," said Pansy.

Draco took a deep breathe and told them everything, reliving it all, it felt surprising to him that just a few hours ago he was in the locker room still pondering his decision.
Black lines curved and connected to each other, making shapes of different sizes, creating something that looked real, shadings of dark colors covered the white spots on the paper, creating the scene of that dark grim night.

Harry put down the purple colored pencil and looked at his picture; the woman looked a lot like Bellatrix Lestrange. He wondered how his artistic abilities suddenly improved so well.

He picked up the other drawings and walked over to the Longbottoms who were giggling and putting together a ten piece puzzle.

"Helloooo Harry," said Mrs. Longbottom happily, "you want to play?" she held up a puzzle piece that was ripped in half, holding it out to him.

He shook his head and wondered if he'd was actually ready to talk to everyone.

"I," he cleared his throat like before, hoping he wouldn't have to do this for the rest of his life, "I need to ask you something," he said in his quiet voice, he got a little tired but he also seemed to be getting stronger.

"You're talking!" exclaimed Mr. Longbottom happily. Harry sat down on the carpeted floor in front of them.

"I know you've been........................getting visions."

"Everyone does-YOU KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN!?" Mrs. Longbottom asked her eyes wide, suddenly looking slightly sane.

"I think your memory's are..................are coming back," he was feeling a bit of strength come back to him, yet at the same time it felt like he was losing energy.

"Memories? We lost them?" asked Mr. Longbottom, he looked at Harry curiously.

He held up the picture of the insane Bellatrix Lestrange, her wand pointing to something ahead of her. "Do you remember her?"

"Yeah that's the crazy lady from our vision."

"Her name's Bellatrix Lestrange," Harry let out a small sigh, too much energy in talking. He held up another picture, it was of Voldemort, the Longbottoms made a face and slowly nodded.

"Ugly man right there," muttered Mrs. Longbottom, "what's his name?"

"Voldemort............" he held up another picture, it was everyone he could remember who were in the Order of The Phoenix.

"Hmmmm.............well the old man looks familiar, um............and that guy with the weird face too, the big guy...............that man with the glasses and the woman who's next to him, what about you Frank?"

Mr. Longbottom studied the picture. "...............Yeah," he started to frowned slightly, for some reason looking more sane than insane. "I remember all of them..................I think."

Harry sighed and put down the paper, feeling a bit more tired. ".........Your son-"

"We have a son!" gasped Mrs. Longbottom, almost jumping.

Harry nodded slowly. "Um.....................Well-"

"Harry?"

He looked up to face Alice who was walking over to her, nearly getting hit by a paintbrush thrown by Sara.

"Y-yes?"

"Do you want to see Mr. Malfoy now? He's awake."

All energy returned to him and he stood up almost making his healer scream in surprise.

"I guess that's a yes," she smiled, "follow me."
"I cannot BELIEVE you actually did that," Hermione said, shaking her head.

"Neither could I," he looked at his arms which shined brilliantly against the sun that gleamed through the windows. "But I'm glad it worked," he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, how did you think of such a thing though?" Blaise asked.

"I'm not really sure, I figured if Harry watched me do this to myself, then he'd see himself doing the same..................you should have heard his voice," he whispered.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted happily.

His eyes shot towards the door, he watched almost hypnotized as the emerald eyed boy walked towards him, a small smile on his face, he felt light inside, his stomach fluttered.

Hermione ran to him and hugged him warmly, she sighed happily when he hugged her back. Letting go she led him towards Draco and the others.

"Uh...............hi," he said a bit nervously to the others.

"You got me fucking nervous man!" Ron said as his got his best friend in an embrace, "don't do that again!"

"I won't...............I hope," he hugged Ron back and looked towards the Slytherins.

"Come on, lets leave the two alone," Pansy said, taking the other three away, "nice to see you're better," she smiled genuinely at Harry, "Draco has a lot of important things to tell you."

Said boy blushed lightly, he watched them leave before turning to Harry who sat down on the chair that Blaise had sat on.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

"Same here," he looked into the others boys' eyes, slowly getting lost in them. "I didn't want to lose you into darkness."

"I was afraid," he felt strength returning to him instead of leaving him, like it was easier to talk to Draco than the others. "I was afraid about everything around me."

"And that's why you fell in the hole you created?"

It was like Draco knew and somehow understood Harrys' silence and depression. He nodded slowly. "And because I felt everything was my fault."

"It never was, Voldemort killed them, not you," he reached out and held Harrys' hand, it felt so soft and warm against his, he could almost melt in bliss by that one touch.

"Parkin-Pansy," he tried the first name, "says you have important things to tell me."

"Hm? Oh right!" he suddenly felt a bit shy but he tried to hide it, not making much improvement, "Neville's told me something about a puzzle," he frowned slightly, "he said that Hermione and Ron represent friendship, he represents weapon, and I...............I represent um...............love," he blushed brightly, Harry found it adorable on him.

"Puzzle?"

"I think it means that we're to face Voldemort with you, maybe because he doesn't have that kind of power or something."

Harry almost gasped when he remembered the prophecy the he heard last year.

He will have a power the Dark Lord knows not.........

"What is it?" Draco looked at the boy worriedly. Harry gave his hand a tiny squeeze.

"I-I'm not sure............I don't know if..............never mind," he frowned slightly.

"No, tell me, I won't tell anyone."

"There's a prophecy," he found himself say instantly, trusting Dracos' secrecy, "about me having a power the Voldemort doesn't have."

"The puzzle? No wait, the weapon, Neville said that his parents put the weapon in him so that Voldemort wouldn't know," he tried to remember what else Neville had said.

Harry sighed and looked down at their holding hands, smiling slightly. "So.....................I'm your mate?"

Draco blushed again, but nodded. "And I'm your mate," he smiled at him.

"So now we're starting over."

He nodded and held Harrys' hand a little tighter. "I'll be by your side this time."
Uhm...........................ok somehow, this chapter felt kind of lousy, half of this I wrote a while ago and the rest is what I wrote just now. God I suck, anyway, Review? Please?