Revised Version of Chapter 3!

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Warnings:
Books 1-4
Slash HP/DM, some harsh language, probably violence, great character changes, character's death

This fic will be rated R, although not all the chapters will require this rating. If the story decides to move on in a different direction (I know that I don't have a saying in this.) I will change this warning so keep checking it.

Summary:
The last battle has been fought. Harry survived, but he is not the person he used to be. He forgot everything about his past. The sad things as well as the good things. He has to learn everything again. Almost like a child. But the keyword is ALMOST. The only person he trusts is Draco Malfoy. For Draco it's a difficult time, he has to adjust to a completely different situation. Now he has to care for somebody else. And what happens, when he starts to have certain feelings towards a certain boy? Strange things happen at Hogwarts, will our heroes manage to survive once again and live in peace?

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Chapter 3: Found

Draco was looking for something to eat. It was their second day at the Manor and they hadn't had anything to eat yet and he couldn't remember ever feeling as hungry as he did now. But he couldn't find anything, it seemed that all life in the Manor had been destroyed. He didn't know, how much longer they could survive like this.

Where were the others? They were supposed to look for their hero! How could they forget him here? Here, where he was alone with him. That was not fair!

The Malfoy heir decided to return to the remains of the kitchen. When he opened the door he was welcomed by a soft humming. Harry kept doing it all the time.

'At least he is not so pale anymore.'

A little of Draco's magic had been restored in the morning. He had used it to heal some of Harry's wounds, but now he felt drained again. He hadn't felt like moving at all after that, and, through much will power, had stopped himself from throwing up each time he made the slightest movement.

In the afternoon Draco was still leaning against the wall by himself. Harry had lost consciousness some time ago. Draco felt desperate, but didn't know what to do. His own wounds hurt more and more, but he had no energy left to heal them. He had already begun to lose hope that someone, anyone, would find them.

But suddenly he could hear faint voices in the distance. He sighed and got up to see who came to this forsaken place. He went outside, but not without checking that Harry was still breathing. It seemed that Harry was rather sleeping then unconscious, which was a good sign.

Guarded he went outside; he didn't want to be seen before he could be sure that the newcomers were on their side. When he peered around a corner of the ruined building he could see two people, one with red hair and the other with brown. He sighed once more. Of course, finally when somebody came to rescue them, it had to be the weasel and Granger-miss-know-it-all. He stepped around the corner and hailed out to them.

"Hey you two, come here! You won't find anybody alive out there!"

It was Hermione who heard Draco first. She turned towards him and was utterly surprised when she saw his ragged appearance and a posture that showed he was having difficulties standing.

"Ron, Look over there! It's Malfoy! I knew that there must be more survivors of the battle! I am sure there are more!"

As she shouted this, she was running towards Draco, followed by Ron who seemed shaken by the sight of so much death. Hermione stopped in front of Draco.

"Where are the others? We have to bring all of you back to Hogwarts. You know some of the members of the Order brought some wounded with them. But I was sure that there must be more, although everybody said that I shouldn't hope too much. But I couldn't do otherwise. So they allowed the two of us to come, although Professor McGonagal said, that it would be futile. See, Ron I told you that we had to go."

Draco held out his hand to stop Hermione's flow of words. He had suddenly developed a severe headache and wondered why the Gods hated him so much to send these two for his rescuers.

"Please Granger, grant me the opportunity to talk. I can see that you are happy to see me, but you don't have to show me this so vividly. Weasley shut your mouth, I can see right through to your stomach and believe me, that it is not a pleasant sight. Granger I have to disappoint you there is only one other person that survived the battle."

Hope started to gleam in Ron's eyes.

"My brother Percy, is he…?"

Draco cut in, before he could finish his sentence.

"I am sorry Weasley, he didn't make it. But I am sure that he didn't have to suffer. He died for a good cause. I am really sorry."

Draco stopped, because he didn't know what else he could say. Hermione embraced Ron and whispered some sentences of comfort. Then she looked up to Draco and asked:

"But who else survived?"

"Think about it, who always manages to survive despite everything…?" His voice dripped with sarcasm and Hermione stared at Draco uncomprehendingly. When realisation finally hit her, she gave him a doubtful look.

"Do you mean Harry? But that can't be! I talked to the teachers they said, that he was in the library and it was burning. They did everything to extinguish the fire, but it was impossible. They said, that it burned so high that there was no chance for Harry. They brought the remaining survivors to the hospital wing and St. Mungo's. Is it really Harry?"

Now Draco knew why nobody had been there earlier, they thought that they had found everybody, who was still alive. Probably they didn't find him, because he had lain so far away from the main action.

"Of course it's Harry Potter, who else was in that bloody library to fight You-know-who? And who always ends up being a mess? But let's get him and go back to Hogwarts, I'm starving hurt, tired, and being sick of only having the company of an unstable Harry Potter. Follow me. We might have to carry him. He is not well."

Once Hermione believed that Harry was alive, she was eager to find and help her friend. She took Ron's hand and followed Draco to the kitchen. Where she saw Harry lying on the ground. She rushed towards him and shook him.

"Harry wake up, please wake up!"

Harry groaned and turned over to see the person that was shaking him madly. When he saw that it was not Draco, he let out a strangled yelp. He moved backwards to his corner and crouched there together as trying to become invisible. Then he started to rock himself back and forth again, while he was humming the same strange melody as he had done all the time, when he was awake. Hermione stepped back and looked at Draco. She seemed confused, while Ron looked rather distrustfully at Draco. Then he said:

"What did you do to him Malfoy? What happened? Why is he acting like this?"

"I didn't do anything other than care for him. He was like this all the time. He forgot everything, he can't even remember who he is."

Ron looked horrified as he turned back to Harry.

"We have to get him to the hospital wing! Mione take out the portkey! I'll carry him, he looks too weak to stand up by himself."

"By Merlin! Am I hearing a logical suggestion from you? Lets go then! I want to get out of this place. Move Weasley!"

When Ron tried to pick Harry up, he started to struggle and make noises like a dying animal. Ron put him down again, because he was afraid, that Harry might hurt himself by his struggling.

"What is it? Harry I have to carry you! You can't walk. Let me help you."

But Harry was not listening he resumed his rocking and humming. Draco sighed impatiently and got down to see into Harry's eyes.

"Harry, this is Ron, he is your best friend. You don't have to be afraid. Let him help you."

Harry had listened to Draco, but instead he held his arms out as if he wanted to be carried by Draco.

"O.k. I do it, but only, because I want to get out of here."

With his last strength he picked Harry up and ignored the jealous stares that Ron was giving him. Then all four of them used the portkey and landed immediately in the hospital wing. Tired Draco put Harry down on the only bed that was still empty and fell down on the chair next to it. There was chaos around him, and everybody showed their happiness that they were still alive, or rather that Harry was still alive. Draco knew that nobody had really missed him.

The headmaster arrived quickly and Hermione reported everything she knew and just as Draco started to answer one of Dumbledore's questions, Sirius Black burst in the room and nearly jumped with a loud howl at Harry.

Harry backed away, terrified, and made pathetic noises. Sirius on the other side backed away in confusion, questioning Draco immediately. For once he cared more for the well being of his godson, then his anger towards the person who he thought might have caused this situation.

Instead of explaining anything, Draco embraced Harry and tried to calm him. It became obvious that Harry trusted and recognised no one aside from Draco. It took him almost half an hour to get Harry to lay still while Madam Pomfrey was healing him.

When Harry fell asleep, Draco was drained so much that he could only lay down on the newly conjured bed next to Harry. He ignored that seemingly every person in Hogwarts was in the hospital wing and devastated to see their Golden Boy this way. He didn't care. He sighed one last time and fell asleep too. He and Harry were safe at last, that was all that mattered.

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