Curiosity won and he kept his arms to his body he fell faster and faster until he got close to the other camper.

It wasn't Nico.

It was Percy.

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Draco and Percy's body both landed roughly into the Black Mansion. Bodies tumbling on the old hard wooden floor, Draco's back banged against the wall as both his, and Percy's weight combined into the blow. He grunted in pain as he leaned upwards and checked around him when he heard glass breaking.

Draco turned around to meet the shocked— and slightly concerned— Sirius Black that dropped the bowl of dry cereal as he stared at Draco and Percy. Draco ignored him and used Sirius's shock to analyze the injuries that Percy had.

He had some second degree burns around his chest and his arms. His hair was slightly shorter as it was burned and some cuts on his face and legs from the explosion. His chest was moving. All in all, not waking up any time soon.

Draco stood up, dizziness hitting him as soon as he stood. He held on to the wall and placed his mask on his side. Touching his face lightly, he drew his hand back and saw blood.

"Fuck..."

He sighed and looked back at Percy, who was still in the ground, unconscious to the world. He picked him up as best he could and practically dragged him along. Sirius snapped out of his shock and helped him, "Shit kid, a-are you okay? That's a dumb question look at you!"

"What happened? Who is this? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sirius rambled on.

"No, I'm fine, that's Percy— he's my cousin on my fathers side— no hospital for me, I hate those places. Besides, I can treat myself just fine."

"Really?" Sirius said with and eyebrow raised, he was looking at the disheveled look of his burnt clothes and the blood that, with no doubt, covered him.

"Look if you wanna help me, help me by carrying him," Draco said in an annoyed tone as he, once again, dropped Percy to the ground. No hard feelings to Percy, but Gods was he heavy. Or am I just weak? Draco thought and looked at his hands for a bit before shrugging and grabbing Percy's arms. Sirius got to work and grabbed Percy's legs so that at the count of three, they both lifted him up and brought him to the bathroom. Draco insisted again and again that they didn't need medical help as he had enough experience to deal with what he could see, that and he didn't want to have a slight possibility of someone seeing him and recognizing him, even if he wore glamour there could be people that could recognize his aura or well, magical presence. That was not something Draco wanted to test out, thank you very little.

Draco sprinted to the kitchen looking at the covers for salt, ocean water was the best thing to heal Percy with, and it'll be best if he gets healed completely so that he wakes up faster, and they could go out to the labyrinth and join whoever else was there. He cursed the fact that he didn't have any coins with him, he wished that he could inform someone at camp that they were alive.

At last he was able to get an old bag of salt that the family left there —well Sirius and Draco bought it but that's not the point— he ran back to Percy and poured the salt at the little bit of water that he left on.

"WOAH WOAH— KId! You can't do that, that'll infect—"

Sirius was caught off with the winds of Percy slowly closing in at a faster pace than before. Draco looked back at his "uncle" and raised an eyebrow at him. "I know what I'm doing," he said before making the shower pressure higher, stopping it once the tub was filled to a certain level. He gently grabbed Percy's head and lowered it down under water, the few scorch marks on his face disappearing. He left him there and shut the shower curtains, turning around he told the stunned Sirius to get out of the bathroom. Taking that time to be able to fully inspect Percy's wounds once the water did its magic.

Some scars weren't healed, but they weren't bleeding for him to worry much about them. He could assume that there was a limit in how much water could help him with Percy, exiting the bathroom he ignored the worried Sirius that was outside the bathroom to look for his room. "Who is that? Why is he like that?" he questioned. "This feels like an interrogation, oh, speaking of that. I found some documents that confirmed that you didn't have a trial when you got arrested. I left them in my room before I dipped," Draco changed the subject, he wasn't really sure how he should answer Sirius in a way that mortals would understand. Do you think that any normal person would take, 'Hey we blew up something that sent us to the air, we almost died but that's okay because it's normal for us to die before we're eighteen.'

It was a conversation he was going to dodge at any mention of it. Going around the hallway, he placed his ungloved hand behind some old portrait of a flower. Hissing a bit when he felt the needle of the blood ward pierce his skin, he stood back as he heard something move from the wall informs of him. Hearing the way that the old wood creaked as it shook from old age, opening a hallway that was not used that much seeing all the spider webs that it had. Draco looked over the intrigued Sirius, "Didn't know that was there."

He placed his glove back in place.

"Of course you didn't, they covered this part up after I disappeared, no one can open it but me... I think... I'll appreciate if you didn't do anything to this place," Draco said as he entered the semi-lightened hall. It was dimmed but surprisingly well kept— if you ignored the spiders and the webs you would think that this place was new— he wondered who kept it like this. (A part of him shined with hope that it had been his mother, hope that she did cared for him and missed him, hope that she regretted leaving him. He knew that it wasn't her though, she had made it so clear that she left him on that darned letter, he needs to get over her.)

Draco ignored the certain room that was at the side of his, that was her room. He didn't deserve to be at the final place where he took her life. He squished the guilt that overwhelmed him, he needed to focus.

He went to his room.

Walked towards his bed and grabbed the briefcase that he had under his bed. He left that there in one of his attempts of running away, it was a medical kit, one that he had used every time he came back because he was scared.

He took off his shirt, ignoring the "Excuse me—sorry!" from Sirius as he entered the room exactly as he was pulling off his shirt. Sirius noticed the med-kit though, "Do you need help with that?" Draco shook his head 'no,' what he did need though were the extra hands that Sirius could lend. He took the mirror that was hanging on the wall and placed it at the side of the bed and prepared another smaller mirror at an angle that let him have a view of his back.

He grabbed a needle and a lighter from the kit, disinfecting the needle with the fire, Draco measured the string that he would use to stitch the gash that he had on his hip (he just knew that it was gonna hurt like hell). "Get me some alcohol if you can," he instructed the quiet Sirius that was just observing what he was doing. Yeah it wasn't going to be the best disinfectant nor a good pain killer, but it was all he had at the moment and for that he was grateful.

Something was better than nothing.

"Here," Sirius said as he handed the requested alcohol, Draco was not surprised that he knew where it was. Muttering a ' thank you' he lowered the side of his pants to let the wound have some space. Pouring the beverage straight to the wound, he sucked up a hiss of pain and quickly went to work. He cleaned the area as good as he could and was careful when using the cotton to absorb his blood as to not irritate the wound. He was cautious enough when he was stitching himself up as to not hit the needle straight to his hip bone.

Once he was done with stitching, he looked at the mirror to see any injuries that he might have on his back. He drank a good portion of the alcohol and used the rest of the alcohol on some of the burns that he had as he didn't manage to put a good shield around him with the eruption. He had a few more injuries than Percy, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Draco just hoped that the wounds didn't scar as some where in places that he couldn't hide like the scar that he had on the back of his neck. Didn't want people to ask questions that he had no desire to answer, "You seemed to have some...practice...with that" Sirius said as he gestured to the supplies that Draco was putting away. He nodded, "I told you I didn't need a doctor or a hospital. I can handle myself just fine." He just got a hum from his 'uncle.' He rolled his eyes and got up to place the mirrors to their respective places.

Draco walks around his room for a while, his childhood books were still here. A white fox plushy was in his closet where he remembered leaving it (his mother was the one that made it for him it was something that she made when she found out she was pregnant), he saw the similarities that the fox had to his mask it had been design to be similar to the plushy after all. He was hiding from his mother because she was looking for him, he hid in the closet, but she found him. She took him away that night and the rest was history, he couldn't grab much of his belongings at all. Draco felt a little uncomfortable being here in this room he couldn't control the flashes that he had from his younger years in this room. Happy and sad memories that he just wanted to forget.

He left the room.

oOo

Draco was in the kitchen when he felt it.

A loud POP could be heard from outside the kitchen, he peeked his head to the hallway. Kreacher was there. "Young Master, your... friend has woken up," his eyes widen at the news. Sprinting to his room he began to reflect a little on the days that had passed while Percy was asleep. Draco was worried when Percy wasn't waking up in the first day, but when he heard Percy muttering in his sleep he figured that Percy was fine. Looking back to the stuff that had happened when he was around Percy, Draco was sure that the explosion was either caused by Percy or was caused by an enemy that was fighting Percy. Sirius had been awfully quiet as the days passed by, he thinks that maybe Sirius thought that Percy was dead and that Draco was a bit... reluctant to letting the truth settle in. That was fair he supposed, he hasn't exactly let Sirius take care of Percy in case the guy woke up and killed him thinking he was being held hostage.

Arriving to his old room he saw Percy standing up and looking at his surroundings. It's likely that the guy hasn't been up for too long as he was still in the room. "I'm glad your okay," Draco said breaking the silence, "Where am I?"

"My room, we kinda went flying after the mountain erupted. It's nice seeing you awake and moving, it was very awkward seeing you so still. Are you hungry?" Percy's stomach answered for him, he guided his cousin towards the kitchen. Trying to make sure that he avoided the many...questionable... house furniture that was in the Black Manor.

"Did you get claimed?" Percy suddenly asked, Draco was a bit startled at the question, but decided to stay honest. He nodded, "Is it that obvious?"

"No... just had a dream about it is all..." he let out a small 'oh' then proceeded to give Percy some cookies. They weren't blue, but he hoped that Percy still liked them.

"Eat up, we're leaving soon."

Draco grabbed a note and wrote to Sirius and said that they were leaving but that he would visit him later. Going to the backyard he flung the backpack that he had prepared for Percy to leave with on his back, he gestured to Percy to get going and told him he could bring the plate of cookies at the reluctant expression his cousin made.

"This might be a pretty weird sensation, but just hold on to me."

"What are you doing doing?"

Draco placed Percy's hand on his shoulder and pulled out the portkey that he uses to get to camp on his hand and flipped it.

They were gone before anyone could blink.

A/N: PLEASE READING MY PREVIOUS SHIT MAKES ME WANNA DIE. HALF THE TIME I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE PLOT OF THE BOOKS WERE LMAO IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE READ THE BOOKS OF BOTH SERIES. Anyways, hoped you liked this chapter cause I have a few coming up (more Draco lore), oh and no image this chapter cause the option didn't work for some reason.

I love how y'all comment a lot, it reminds me that I actually have Wattpad so keep 'em coming.

I'm changing some of my previous written plot cause I wrote this fic when I was still in middle school. I'm a Junior now so... Changes are needed...

See ya next chapter!

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