Disclaimer: Not J.K.R…thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH…yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thank so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Weak Boy

Harry stumbled into Potions class late the following Monday. "Potter," Snape drawled. "You're excuse?"

Harry's head spun. "I passed out in the shower," he dropped down into an empty seat.

Snape glared at Harry, "Five points from Gryffindor," Then he turned on his heel and continued his lecture.

"Potter, come see me," Snape said, sitting at his desk after giving out a reading assignment and an essay. Harry got up and fumbled to the professor's desk. "What's wrong with you, Potter?" Severus spat.

Harry shook his head, "I just don't feel very well."

"You look like you should be in the hospital wing."

"Well, I-"

"Draco, escort Potter here to the infirmary." Snape called.

"Yes Professor," The blonde said. Draco got up and led Harry to the door. "Where are you going?" He asked as Harry headed in the direct opposite direction of the hospital wing.

"Not to the infirmary," Harry spat.

"Potter," Draco grabbed his arm and Harry almost fell over. "What's going on? You practically died in Transfiguration on Friday, Blaise rushed you out like-"

"Like there was a meeting for the Dark Lord's inner circle? Exactly." Harry tried to pull out of Draco's grasp.

"Are you sick because of him?"

Harry shrugged, "Sort of," then he stumbled down the hall.

"Al least let Madame Pomfrey give you a check up." Draco pleaded.

Harry glared at the Slytherin, "If I did that then she would see the Dark Mark, jeeze Malfoy, I thought you were smart."

"Hey," Draco pulled Harry around to face him. "Don't start with me Potter, I'm not in the mood."

"Ohh, now I'm scared."

"You should be, all I have to do is breathe the wrong way and you'll fall over."

Harry shoved Draco, "You don't get it do you!?"

Draco grabbed Harry's robes, "Obviously not."

"Voldemort took my magic!"

Draco let go of him, "He…he what!?"

"He took my magic," Harry said again, straightening his robes.

"Why?"

"To stop the pain. It's hard to properly serve your master when you pass out in his presence."

"But…from what I can see, you're worse off." Draco said, taking in what Harry was sharing with him.

"That's just my body's initial reaction, it has to get used to not having the magic in its system, I'll be fine in a few more days."

"What about school? You can't go to a wizzarding school if you're not a wizard."

"I've got to stick around for awhile, if Dumbledore finds out I don't have my magic he'll know something's up. Besides, it's almost Christmas holiday, and after that, it's only a matter of time before the war begins."

"Granger and Weasel must know something's up, the way you came into class today."

"I'm just going to avoid them."

"For how long?"

"I don't know Draco! I don't know much of anything right now."

"Calm down," Draco soothed. "I'm going to put something on the table, alright?" Harry nodded. "You can stay with me, in my room. No one will have to know, unless you want to tell Blaise and Parkinson."

"I don't know," Harry said skeptically.

"Fine, but who else can you go to and have a solid, 'no questions' policy?"

"Oh, is that what this is? I always thought it was you trying to pry every little piece of information containing my Lord out of me."

Draco shook his head, "Looks like you've got a lot to learn."

"Forget it Malfoy, I've got to go," he spat before clumsily making his way to Gryffindor.

Draco sighed and headed back to the Potions classroom

"Potter, over here!" Pansy called from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry had gotten a note at dinner telling him the meet Blaise and herself that night. "Hey," he walked over, "What's this all about?"

"You," Blaise was sitting on the ground, his back against a tree. "What's up with you lately?"

"You look like hell," Pansy added.

Harry took a seat next to Blaise, "The Dark Lord took my magic," he said.

Pansy blinked a few times. "What!?"

Harry shrugged, "Not all of it, I can still do basic spells, and he left the parsel tongue, but he took all the major stuff, mostly the powers that were transferred to me when I was a baby."

"Why'd he take them?" Blaise asked.

"Because he knew how much it hurt me to be around him, the bond we share is magical, so he took the magic that hurts me." Harry pushed back the hair on his forehead.

"Your scar," Pansy gasped. "It's gone."

Harry nodded, "Part of the bond."

"So you let him do this…why?" Blaise asked.

"To better serve him." They sat in silence for a while. "I need to get some sleep," Harry said standing up. "We have a meeting Friday." He informed them before heading back to the castle.

"Tell me something Potter," Draco stepped out from the entrance to the castle after Harry. "How can someone be so loyal to a person who's tried to kill them for seventeen years?"

"You followed me? Get lost Malfoy."

"No, I want to know. What makes you think that Voldemort won't kill you? I mean, he's already halfway there, he took your magic." Draco walked over so he was mere inches from Harry's face. "You think this," he grabbed Harry's arm and pushed up the sleeve revealing the Dark Mark, "You think this will protect you?"

"Just because he burned a brand into your skin doesn't mean you're safe. Look at Snape, if he were so safe in Voldemort's hands why isn't he there now?" Harry tried to pull his arm away from Draco's grasp, but he held tighter.

"I've lost people too Harry," Draco continued. "I lost my father to Voldemort, hell, maybe I never had him to begin with. But I lost my mother too, to this darkness. Her eyes are always clouded; she's still waiting for a savior. My father has beaten and bruised her over the years to the point where she can't feel anything anymore.

"Kind of like you, Harry. You may not care about anything I'm saying, but it's better that you know. You're not alone Harry." Draco let go of the Gryffindor's wrist and started walking towards the dungeons.

"Malfoy," Harry called.

Draco stopped, his back to Harry.

"What you said in the owlry."

"Yeah?"

"Was it true?"

Draco smirked, "As true as the tattoo on your arm."

Harry smiled as Draco disappeared.

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