~Mistaken~
Harry stepped into Snape's chambers, gasping at what he saw. It was anything but what was expected to be in a Slytherin dungeon. The bed was a deep mahogany sitting on the right wall; two similar nightstands besides it. To the left sat a beautifully lit, stone fireplace that enveloped the room in warmth and light. Two armchairs sat near the fireplace angled toward each other with a dark coffee table between them. On the far wall was a huge handcrafted bookshelf filled with books to near exploding with a door on either side of it. Colors of blues and silvers painted the room leaving it looking like anything but what Snape would live in.
"Are you done staring, Potter?" Snape's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Huh?"
Snape growled, "If you are done interrogating my bedroom then we shall proceed to the back."
Harry watched Snape lead to the door to the left of the bookshelf. Harry's mind began to swirl as pure hatred boiled in his blood. He bore daggers in the back of the professor's head.
'Not now,' Harry gritted his teeth, 'First find a cure for Draco. Then revenge. Painful revenge.' Harry's eyes took on a new gleam never before seen in the loving Gryffindor. Harry gripped his hands into tight fists, but strolled in after Snape.
This room was nothing like Snape's bedroom. You could tell just by walking into it that this was a serious working environment. The stress and tension was so thick it could roll off your skin. Isles of working tables stood in lines filled with vials, beakers, potions, and the occasional book or two.
Harry walked up to Snape, fists curled, eyes gleaming, ready to kill.
"Start slicing these up," Snape glared at him, "I think you can do that without a disaster happening."
Harry took the roots and the knife from his professor and started carefully slicing thin layers, all the while his anger rising. It wasn't his words that pissed him off, no, he was use to that, but how could he pretend nothing happened?!
He stared at the knife in his hands, the steel slicing nicely through the pale roots. The roots looked so much like the color of skin, pale skin, Snape's skin. Things began to swirl in Harry's mind.
'How hard would it be to slice Snape's skin? One good stab is all it would take,' Harry's vision began to blur with anger, 'One good stab to the heart for causing Draco even more pain. No, to fast. I want him to suffer, die slowly. Skinning him alive would be a good start. God knows the heartless bastard deserves it. The fucking arsehole!'
Harry started to shake slightly, adrenaline rushing through his veins, 'How could this prick try to rape Draco?! How could anyone?!! The lowlife, greasy haired, fucking bastard!'
A sharp popping sound came from the other end of the room. Glass shattered and potions spilled. Harry was lost in his own little world, anger surging through his body. The urge to kill trapped in his mind.
"Potter!" a sharp stinging blow fell across his right cheek.
Harry's eyes glazed over and he stared dumbly at nothing. He shook his head and cleared his view seeing a very pissed off professor bearing down on him. There was something in the man's eyes, something he couldn't exactly place, but it was lost in a heartbeat.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? Besides being a complete imbecile and an incompetent brat!"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows and started to open his mouth to shout, but a bright blue light surged from Snape's bedroom.
Snape growled, "Stay here and don't move." He whirled back into the other room.
Harry heard slight mumbling of not one, but two voices. He edged toward the slightly opened door and peered around it. He saw Albus Dumbledore's head surrounded by blue flames in the fireplace. Their voices were just within hearing distance. Harry leaned further into the door and began to eavesdrop.
"Hello, Severus," Dumbledore greeted.
"Albus."
"How did it go last night?"
Harry blinked, "Huh?"
"Surly I do not need to answer that question. All Death Eater meetings go the same."
"Death Eater meeting?" Harry whispered to himself.
"Yes," Dumbledore continued, "Minerva tells me she saw you returning just as the sun came up."
'Just as the sun came up?' Harry stared blankly at the wall, 'Oh my God. It wasn't Snape. He didn't try to rape Draco. Then who the fuck did?!!'
"You know you should let Pomfrey heal thoughs nasty cuts on your face."
"That won't be necessary Albus."
"Very well," Dumbledore sighed, "How are the potions going?"
"Besides being we haven't started. I have collected a few test theories that may work."
"I take it Mr. Malfoy has to be the poor guinea pig?"
Snape raised an eyebrow, "Yes, he has to be the 'guinea pig' as you so profoundly put it."
"Let's just pray nothing horrible goes wrong."
Harry took a few steps back not wanting to hear the rest. The only good thing was that he knew it wasn't Snape. But these potions. Draco, a guinea pig? What if something wrong happens? What will they do?
"Potter!" Snape's voice rang into his ears making him jump, "Stop acting like a complete moron and focus on what you're about to do."
Harry focused on his professor looking quite strangely at him. He followed Snape back to the table and began cutting up the root again.
"Are we going to have another crisis or can you sit there in silence for five minutes?"
"Huh?" Harry stared confusedly at him.
Snape snorted, "Obviously something in your petty teenage life caused you to surge your magic leaving me with another mess to clean up."
Harry looked around. He hadn't noticed all the broken vials and glass had been replaced.
"Sorry, sir," Harry's voice went weak.
"Good, Potter, continue with the root, then you can slice the dragon liver."
A few minutes of silence passed and Harry sighed, "Didn't you want to know what made me so angry?" Usually Snape would have been looming over him until he got the truth out of him, then torture him with it later. Snape not doing that was strange, and different. Basically, the change drove him crazy.
"If it is just another teenage boy problem then I have no desire to hear it unless you wish to drone on it so much again that you destroy my workroom entirely."
"Well, sir, I," Harry paused to recollect his thoughts.
"If you're going to say it then say it. Otherwise keep your mouth shut," Snape snapped.
"Last night... Draco went out for... a walk. As he was returning back someone tried to..." Harry stopped short, 'Why am I telling this to him? Snape of all people!'
"Finish what you were about to say and be done with it!"
'I can't stop now,' Harry took a deep breath, "Someone tried to rape him."
Severus stopped, hand in midair. His gaze fixed upon Harry's as if unbelieving. The look quickly passed and instead was replaced by a sheer hatred stare.
Harry flinched. He had seen Snape angry before, even pissed off, but this didn't even come close to compare. It frightened him a little. Harry was about to step off his stool and run like hell when he heard Snape's voice.
"Did you beat the hell out of the assaulter?" Snape's voice was rock hard making Harry shiver, but the question in person confused him. He expected Snape to blow up at him like he always did even when it wasn't his fault.
"Yes."
"Charlie Stucker."
"What?"
"Upon my arrival back here in the morning, Mr. Stucker passed me highly intoxicated and beaten severely. I asked if he needed medical assistance to which he replied 'no way in hell'."
"Who's Charlie Stucker?"
"A sixth year Slytherin who is all bronze and no brain. You could run for smartest wizard in the world compared to that bumbling idiot.
"I'll inform Dumbledore right away, but he'll be gone for the rest of the day."
"What for?"
"None of your business, Potter; now keep working."
Harry stared at Snape catching his gaze for a few seconds. Behind those stone cold eyes he saw a few moments of concern and worry.
'I'll be damn,' Harry thought bending back over the table, going back to slicing, 'The greasy bastard does have a heart.'
"One question bothers my curiosity."
Harry looked back up, "And what would that be?"
"How did you happen to come across the act?"
Harry furrowed his brow thinking back. It was a question he actually hadn't considered. He just woke up to find Draco gone and went to go look for him, but there was something else, "In my sleep... I saw a... bright silver light."
"A silver light?"
"Yeah, and something walked out of it."
"A person?"
Harry eyed Snape. He was being more curious then usual. "No, not a person. an animal. A horse of some sort. A white horse with wings."
"A pegasus."
"A what?"
"A pegasus Potter. A horse with wings."
"And he told me..."
"He?" Snape interrupted.
"Yeah, it was a male voice. In fact, it's a voice I've heard before... but I just can't place it. It was too fuzzy sounding I guess. He told me to wake up. Then a blinding silver light flashed and I was sitting up in bed... and he... something told me to go looking for Draco, like a gut instinct or something," Harry sighed inwardly. He had almost told Snape he woke up in bed and found Draco missing. That would have went well.
"So your guardian angel is a pegasus."
"I have a what?"
"They're not real angels you idiot. In the wizarding world when a dream helps you avoid some odd danger for either yourself or someone else those are called guard dreams. And in those dreams is a 'guardian angel' so to speak. It can be in the shape of a person or an animal. Yours just happens to be a pegasus."
"Oh."
Snape held no further onto the conversation. Harry was even surprised that he talked that much. This must have been the longest conversation Snape has ever had that wasn't obliged on his part.
For the next few hours the two worked in complete silence. The only sound Harry could hear was the beating of his own heart.
He finished slicing the rest of the frog intestine and Snape gave him nothing else to do. Instead, he studied the man beside him. Snape was concentrating so much on his work that he didn't notice.
Snape measured each ingredient to the exact and carefully mixed it in the cauldron while stirring gracefully. He had a focused look in his eyes that looked unbreakable to say the least.
"Potter!" Snape growled without looking up from his work.
Harry snapped to attention.
"If you are done staring at me."
'Wow, he doesn't miss a thing."
"We are finished."
"And you're sure this will cure Draco."
"I'm not sure of anything. This is a test trial."
"So you're just going to give it to him just like that?!"
"He has to try something unless you want the virus to just take its course."
Harry stayed silent. On one hand Draco could take the potion and something bad could happen, or he could get cured, on the other, the virus would just run its course.
He swallowed, "What if something wrong happens?"
"The effect would wear off in about a day or so. This is only a test trial, Potter, not a permanent potion. I also have another potion to try if this one fails."
"How long would the other potion take to make?"
"About a week."
Harry stayed silent.
"If you are finished, Potter. Draco needs to drink this," Snape held up a vial of a purplish liquid.
Harry followed Snape back into his bedroom and out into the corridor. He watched as the door began to melt back into the stone barricade with only the small, stone snake to point out the way.
He walked just a little behind Snape trying to keep up with the man's long strides. Harry was lost in thought about the vial hidden in Snape's robes.
Many questions began to stir in the young man's mind, 'What if it doesn't work? What if something goes wrong? Then what? What will happen to Draco?"
"Pay attention, Potter!" Harry snapped his head and turned around. He had completely passed the hospital doors.
Harry quickly scurried back squeaking out, "Sorry, sir."
The two moved inside and Harry instantly looked around for Draco. He saw him lying in the last bed to the left, eyes closed.
"Mr. Potter," Snape growled, "gently wake up Mr. Malfoy while I go speak to Madam Pomfrey."
Harry watched Snape move to the back room and soon moved over toward Draco. He lifted his hand brushing it up against the Slytherin's cheek watching him shift slightly to the touch.
"Draco," Harry cooed.
"Mmm," Draco let out a little mew sound.
"Dra-aco-o," Harry drew out his whisper in a singsong voice.
"Mmm," Draco slowly fluttered his eyes open, "Harry?"
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Tired, and my back is stiff, but otherwise fine."
"Professor Snape and I have been working on a potion to try to get you cured."
Draco half sneered and half smiled. He was working on it. Harry had to hold back the urge to snicker.
"We also know who... uh... attacked you in the hallway."
Draco's eyes perked open a little more, "Who?"
"Some Slytherin named Charlie Stucker."
Draco let out a snort, "That overbearing idiot? I'll have to inflict severe revenge in the near future. That is, before he gets expelled."
Harry smiled, "I see you're well enough to still plan out vengeance."
"Revenge is sweet, savor it while you can."
Snape and Pomfrey walked out into the infirmary talking quietly among themselves. Snape approached the nearside of the bed to Draco's left. Draco looked up at the man.
Snape held out the potion, "Draco, you need to drink this."
Draco looked back over at Harry. He seemed to be reassuring him with his eyes. The Slytherin firmly took a hold of the vial and uncorked it. He drew the liquid up to his lips spilling the contents onto his tongue tasting the strange creamy flavor.
All at once, a high-pitched ring buzzed in his ears causing him to drop the vial and hold his hands up to his head. He could feel the liquid work its way down inside him then course through his veins. Every muscle in his body began to scream; aching with a burning sense. The world seemed to blur together into one mess of gray color.
Draco thought he heard someone shout his name, thought he felt someone shaking him. He couldn't tell. Everything was running together. Every mixed emotion seemed to boil inside him running together in a quick heap then escaping. Pain managed to settle into his brain sending waves of shock throughout his system.
Images of his life began to scan through his brain then disappear, collapsing away. His bones ached to the very core, tightening, feeling like they were melting together. A sharp scream sounded in the distance. Who was screaming? It couldn't have been him; it was too far away to be him. The pain surpassed his limits and Draco gave in to the darkness as he blacked out.
|~*~|
Harry watched as Draco started huddling in a small ball shivering. He held onto the Slytherin's shoulders shouting his name trying to get the boy to notice him. The gaze Draco held was unfocused and glazed over. Harry felt tears slide down his eyes.
Snape and Pomfrey were rushing everywhere picking up vials and potions.
Harry gripped onto Draco's hand as he heard the earsplitting scream the boy let out. The very sound sinking into Harry, ripping into his soul.
"Draco, wake up!" Harry knew it was no use.
Snape came over with another vial in his hands, lifting Draco's head up he tilted the liquid into his mouth watching him drink it. Draco immediately stopped shaking and moving, but something else began to happen.
Draco's skin began to glow and bubble slightly. His features began to get softer as Harry watched in astonishment. Draco began to get smaller; tinier. The seconds passed by and Draco continued to shrink until the glow slowly faded and all was right. But everything wasn't completely right; Draco had been transformed into a child.
Harry stepped into Snape's chambers, gasping at what he saw. It was anything but what was expected to be in a Slytherin dungeon. The bed was a deep mahogany sitting on the right wall; two similar nightstands besides it. To the left sat a beautifully lit, stone fireplace that enveloped the room in warmth and light. Two armchairs sat near the fireplace angled toward each other with a dark coffee table between them. On the far wall was a huge handcrafted bookshelf filled with books to near exploding with a door on either side of it. Colors of blues and silvers painted the room leaving it looking like anything but what Snape would live in.
"Are you done staring, Potter?" Snape's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Huh?"
Snape growled, "If you are done interrogating my bedroom then we shall proceed to the back."
Harry watched Snape lead to the door to the left of the bookshelf. Harry's mind began to swirl as pure hatred boiled in his blood. He bore daggers in the back of the professor's head.
'Not now,' Harry gritted his teeth, 'First find a cure for Draco. Then revenge. Painful revenge.' Harry's eyes took on a new gleam never before seen in the loving Gryffindor. Harry gripped his hands into tight fists, but strolled in after Snape.
This room was nothing like Snape's bedroom. You could tell just by walking into it that this was a serious working environment. The stress and tension was so thick it could roll off your skin. Isles of working tables stood in lines filled with vials, beakers, potions, and the occasional book or two.
Harry walked up to Snape, fists curled, eyes gleaming, ready to kill.
"Start slicing these up," Snape glared at him, "I think you can do that without a disaster happening."
Harry took the roots and the knife from his professor and started carefully slicing thin layers, all the while his anger rising. It wasn't his words that pissed him off, no, he was use to that, but how could he pretend nothing happened?!
He stared at the knife in his hands, the steel slicing nicely through the pale roots. The roots looked so much like the color of skin, pale skin, Snape's skin. Things began to swirl in Harry's mind.
'How hard would it be to slice Snape's skin? One good stab is all it would take,' Harry's vision began to blur with anger, 'One good stab to the heart for causing Draco even more pain. No, to fast. I want him to suffer, die slowly. Skinning him alive would be a good start. God knows the heartless bastard deserves it. The fucking arsehole!'
Harry started to shake slightly, adrenaline rushing through his veins, 'How could this prick try to rape Draco?! How could anyone?!! The lowlife, greasy haired, fucking bastard!'
A sharp popping sound came from the other end of the room. Glass shattered and potions spilled. Harry was lost in his own little world, anger surging through his body. The urge to kill trapped in his mind.
"Potter!" a sharp stinging blow fell across his right cheek.
Harry's eyes glazed over and he stared dumbly at nothing. He shook his head and cleared his view seeing a very pissed off professor bearing down on him. There was something in the man's eyes, something he couldn't exactly place, but it was lost in a heartbeat.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? Besides being a complete imbecile and an incompetent brat!"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows and started to open his mouth to shout, but a bright blue light surged from Snape's bedroom.
Snape growled, "Stay here and don't move." He whirled back into the other room.
Harry heard slight mumbling of not one, but two voices. He edged toward the slightly opened door and peered around it. He saw Albus Dumbledore's head surrounded by blue flames in the fireplace. Their voices were just within hearing distance. Harry leaned further into the door and began to eavesdrop.
"Hello, Severus," Dumbledore greeted.
"Albus."
"How did it go last night?"
Harry blinked, "Huh?"
"Surly I do not need to answer that question. All Death Eater meetings go the same."
"Death Eater meeting?" Harry whispered to himself.
"Yes," Dumbledore continued, "Minerva tells me she saw you returning just as the sun came up."
'Just as the sun came up?' Harry stared blankly at the wall, 'Oh my God. It wasn't Snape. He didn't try to rape Draco. Then who the fuck did?!!'
"You know you should let Pomfrey heal thoughs nasty cuts on your face."
"That won't be necessary Albus."
"Very well," Dumbledore sighed, "How are the potions going?"
"Besides being we haven't started. I have collected a few test theories that may work."
"I take it Mr. Malfoy has to be the poor guinea pig?"
Snape raised an eyebrow, "Yes, he has to be the 'guinea pig' as you so profoundly put it."
"Let's just pray nothing horrible goes wrong."
Harry took a few steps back not wanting to hear the rest. The only good thing was that he knew it wasn't Snape. But these potions. Draco, a guinea pig? What if something wrong happens? What will they do?
"Potter!" Snape's voice rang into his ears making him jump, "Stop acting like a complete moron and focus on what you're about to do."
Harry focused on his professor looking quite strangely at him. He followed Snape back to the table and began cutting up the root again.
"Are we going to have another crisis or can you sit there in silence for five minutes?"
"Huh?" Harry stared confusedly at him.
Snape snorted, "Obviously something in your petty teenage life caused you to surge your magic leaving me with another mess to clean up."
Harry looked around. He hadn't noticed all the broken vials and glass had been replaced.
"Sorry, sir," Harry's voice went weak.
"Good, Potter, continue with the root, then you can slice the dragon liver."
A few minutes of silence passed and Harry sighed, "Didn't you want to know what made me so angry?" Usually Snape would have been looming over him until he got the truth out of him, then torture him with it later. Snape not doing that was strange, and different. Basically, the change drove him crazy.
"If it is just another teenage boy problem then I have no desire to hear it unless you wish to drone on it so much again that you destroy my workroom entirely."
"Well, sir, I," Harry paused to recollect his thoughts.
"If you're going to say it then say it. Otherwise keep your mouth shut," Snape snapped.
"Last night... Draco went out for... a walk. As he was returning back someone tried to..." Harry stopped short, 'Why am I telling this to him? Snape of all people!'
"Finish what you were about to say and be done with it!"
'I can't stop now,' Harry took a deep breath, "Someone tried to rape him."
Severus stopped, hand in midair. His gaze fixed upon Harry's as if unbelieving. The look quickly passed and instead was replaced by a sheer hatred stare.
Harry flinched. He had seen Snape angry before, even pissed off, but this didn't even come close to compare. It frightened him a little. Harry was about to step off his stool and run like hell when he heard Snape's voice.
"Did you beat the hell out of the assaulter?" Snape's voice was rock hard making Harry shiver, but the question in person confused him. He expected Snape to blow up at him like he always did even when it wasn't his fault.
"Yes."
"Charlie Stucker."
"What?"
"Upon my arrival back here in the morning, Mr. Stucker passed me highly intoxicated and beaten severely. I asked if he needed medical assistance to which he replied 'no way in hell'."
"Who's Charlie Stucker?"
"A sixth year Slytherin who is all bronze and no brain. You could run for smartest wizard in the world compared to that bumbling idiot.
"I'll inform Dumbledore right away, but he'll be gone for the rest of the day."
"What for?"
"None of your business, Potter; now keep working."
Harry stared at Snape catching his gaze for a few seconds. Behind those stone cold eyes he saw a few moments of concern and worry.
'I'll be damn,' Harry thought bending back over the table, going back to slicing, 'The greasy bastard does have a heart.'
"One question bothers my curiosity."
Harry looked back up, "And what would that be?"
"How did you happen to come across the act?"
Harry furrowed his brow thinking back. It was a question he actually hadn't considered. He just woke up to find Draco gone and went to go look for him, but there was something else, "In my sleep... I saw a... bright silver light."
"A silver light?"
"Yeah, and something walked out of it."
"A person?"
Harry eyed Snape. He was being more curious then usual. "No, not a person. an animal. A horse of some sort. A white horse with wings."
"A pegasus."
"A what?"
"A pegasus Potter. A horse with wings."
"And he told me..."
"He?" Snape interrupted.
"Yeah, it was a male voice. In fact, it's a voice I've heard before... but I just can't place it. It was too fuzzy sounding I guess. He told me to wake up. Then a blinding silver light flashed and I was sitting up in bed... and he... something told me to go looking for Draco, like a gut instinct or something," Harry sighed inwardly. He had almost told Snape he woke up in bed and found Draco missing. That would have went well.
"So your guardian angel is a pegasus."
"I have a what?"
"They're not real angels you idiot. In the wizarding world when a dream helps you avoid some odd danger for either yourself or someone else those are called guard dreams. And in those dreams is a 'guardian angel' so to speak. It can be in the shape of a person or an animal. Yours just happens to be a pegasus."
"Oh."
Snape held no further onto the conversation. Harry was even surprised that he talked that much. This must have been the longest conversation Snape has ever had that wasn't obliged on his part.
For the next few hours the two worked in complete silence. The only sound Harry could hear was the beating of his own heart.
He finished slicing the rest of the frog intestine and Snape gave him nothing else to do. Instead, he studied the man beside him. Snape was concentrating so much on his work that he didn't notice.
Snape measured each ingredient to the exact and carefully mixed it in the cauldron while stirring gracefully. He had a focused look in his eyes that looked unbreakable to say the least.
"Potter!" Snape growled without looking up from his work.
Harry snapped to attention.
"If you are done staring at me."
'Wow, he doesn't miss a thing."
"We are finished."
"And you're sure this will cure Draco."
"I'm not sure of anything. This is a test trial."
"So you're just going to give it to him just like that?!"
"He has to try something unless you want the virus to just take its course."
Harry stayed silent. On one hand Draco could take the potion and something bad could happen, or he could get cured, on the other, the virus would just run its course.
He swallowed, "What if something wrong happens?"
"The effect would wear off in about a day or so. This is only a test trial, Potter, not a permanent potion. I also have another potion to try if this one fails."
"How long would the other potion take to make?"
"About a week."
Harry stayed silent.
"If you are finished, Potter. Draco needs to drink this," Snape held up a vial of a purplish liquid.
Harry followed Snape back into his bedroom and out into the corridor. He watched as the door began to melt back into the stone barricade with only the small, stone snake to point out the way.
He walked just a little behind Snape trying to keep up with the man's long strides. Harry was lost in thought about the vial hidden in Snape's robes.
Many questions began to stir in the young man's mind, 'What if it doesn't work? What if something goes wrong? Then what? What will happen to Draco?"
"Pay attention, Potter!" Harry snapped his head and turned around. He had completely passed the hospital doors.
Harry quickly scurried back squeaking out, "Sorry, sir."
The two moved inside and Harry instantly looked around for Draco. He saw him lying in the last bed to the left, eyes closed.
"Mr. Potter," Snape growled, "gently wake up Mr. Malfoy while I go speak to Madam Pomfrey."
Harry watched Snape move to the back room and soon moved over toward Draco. He lifted his hand brushing it up against the Slytherin's cheek watching him shift slightly to the touch.
"Draco," Harry cooed.
"Mmm," Draco let out a little mew sound.
"Dra-aco-o," Harry drew out his whisper in a singsong voice.
"Mmm," Draco slowly fluttered his eyes open, "Harry?"
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Tired, and my back is stiff, but otherwise fine."
"Professor Snape and I have been working on a potion to try to get you cured."
Draco half sneered and half smiled. He was working on it. Harry had to hold back the urge to snicker.
"We also know who... uh... attacked you in the hallway."
Draco's eyes perked open a little more, "Who?"
"Some Slytherin named Charlie Stucker."
Draco let out a snort, "That overbearing idiot? I'll have to inflict severe revenge in the near future. That is, before he gets expelled."
Harry smiled, "I see you're well enough to still plan out vengeance."
"Revenge is sweet, savor it while you can."
Snape and Pomfrey walked out into the infirmary talking quietly among themselves. Snape approached the nearside of the bed to Draco's left. Draco looked up at the man.
Snape held out the potion, "Draco, you need to drink this."
Draco looked back over at Harry. He seemed to be reassuring him with his eyes. The Slytherin firmly took a hold of the vial and uncorked it. He drew the liquid up to his lips spilling the contents onto his tongue tasting the strange creamy flavor.
All at once, a high-pitched ring buzzed in his ears causing him to drop the vial and hold his hands up to his head. He could feel the liquid work its way down inside him then course through his veins. Every muscle in his body began to scream; aching with a burning sense. The world seemed to blur together into one mess of gray color.
Draco thought he heard someone shout his name, thought he felt someone shaking him. He couldn't tell. Everything was running together. Every mixed emotion seemed to boil inside him running together in a quick heap then escaping. Pain managed to settle into his brain sending waves of shock throughout his system.
Images of his life began to scan through his brain then disappear, collapsing away. His bones ached to the very core, tightening, feeling like they were melting together. A sharp scream sounded in the distance. Who was screaming? It couldn't have been him; it was too far away to be him. The pain surpassed his limits and Draco gave in to the darkness as he blacked out.
|~*~|
Harry watched as Draco started huddling in a small ball shivering. He held onto the Slytherin's shoulders shouting his name trying to get the boy to notice him. The gaze Draco held was unfocused and glazed over. Harry felt tears slide down his eyes.
Snape and Pomfrey were rushing everywhere picking up vials and potions.
Harry gripped onto Draco's hand as he heard the earsplitting scream the boy let out. The very sound sinking into Harry, ripping into his soul.
"Draco, wake up!" Harry knew it was no use.
Snape came over with another vial in his hands, lifting Draco's head up he tilted the liquid into his mouth watching him drink it. Draco immediately stopped shaking and moving, but something else began to happen.
Draco's skin began to glow and bubble slightly. His features began to get softer as Harry watched in astonishment. Draco began to get smaller; tinier. The seconds passed by and Draco continued to shrink until the glow slowly faded and all was right. But everything wasn't completely right; Draco had been transformed into a child.