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Harry squeezed his eyes close tightly, trying to ignore the sunlight now streaming through the Gryffindor boys dorm window. Even with the pillow covering his face, the sun's rays pulled against his soul, simply begging him to come out and enjoy their light.
With much reluctance, Harry finally pulled himself out of his warm bed. Dragging himself to his trunk, he pulled out a pair of black pants and a white shirt that he had bought during winter break and headed for the showers.
Tromping slowly down the stairs, Harry walked into the bathrooms that were positioned strangely at the end of the Gryffindor common room. Though it had never dawned on him before, it seemed a little strange for the showers to be hear such a busy place.
Harry sighed as the warm water splashed down his back, pinging against his spine. Letting the water run down his raven black hair, Harry's mind turned back to Draco.
He was still confused about where they stood on their 'relationship', if you could even call it that. Maybe the entire meeting in the black area had simply been just another fantasy about Draco.
Maybe all that had happened had simply been a figment of his imagination. Harry nodded silently to himself. Yes that's all it was...just another of his fantisies about the pale, blonde, hot-bodied, beauti...
NO! Harry thought, pulling himself out of the spiral he was walking into. Harry Potter 'Golden Boy' is not gay. Besides, I bet Draco doesn't want me anyways.
After making sure to wash ever inch of his body, Harry stepped from the shower, toweled down and prepared himself for what was sure to be a long and boring day.
Hurrying downstairs, he made his way toward the Great Hall, hoping to catch whatever was left of breakfast.
As Harry rounded the last corner, he was suprised to find all the teachers still in the hall, still eating breakfast. All except Professor Snape.
Probably off planning how to torture the Gryffindors better this year, Harry thought bitterly to himself. Probably going to make us mix the poly-juice potion on the first day of classes.
Another surprising thing was that instead of all the dorm tables, there was one single circular table positioned at the center of the hall.
Quietly Harry approached the table and took the only open spot left.
"Ah, Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed, almost making Harry fall out of his seat. "I am so glad you could make it to breakfast. I as almost ready to send out the cavalry to make sure our Harry was safe."
Harry smiled softly. Though he knew Professor Dumbledore was only joking, he didn't like how everyone seemed to baby him.
Luckily Professor McGonagall saved them from the uncomfortable silence. "No, actually our Harry slept like a rock. When I came up to check on him, he was sleeping quite soundly."
Though it was unsettling to think of Professor McGonagall watching him in his sleep, Harry was glad that someone had cared to check on him.
"Yeah, I was pretty tired after being awoken at 3 AM," Harry said, followed shortly by a nervous laugh.
Apparently, Professor Dumbledore had not told all the teachers of his fiasco with Draco Malfoy, indicated, quite plainly, by the stares he was receiving from the teachers.
Dumbledore cleared his voice, rather loudly. "Um...yes, I was warned by a close friend that Harry's life was in danger at his current location. So I sent Snape to recover him as soon as possible." Giving all of the surrounding teachers a blatant lie.
Harry nodded. "It just surprised me, that's all."
With a small amount of murmuring from the teachers, as they each returned to their breakfasts.
Harry sighed silently to himself. Thank God for Dumbledore. Then asked Professor Sprout to pass the eggs.
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Draco stepped quickly from the Slytherin Dungeon's fireplace, followed by his mother and Professor Snape.
"Thank you again, Severus," Narcissa said quietly, before levitating Draco's stuff down to the Slytherin boys dorm.
Once his mother was out of earshot, Draco began to apologize to Professor Snape. "I'm so sorry I had to get you into this. I know you and my father were good friends, and I know how much it must have hurt to have you do that to him."
Snape shook his head. "It hurt me more to know that he would put his own son under the Cruciatus curse. I never thought that my best friend could do that to such an innocent child."
Draco lowered his eyes to the floor. "I probably deserved it. I shouldn't have asked you for help."
Snape shook his head again. "No one deserves to be tortured like that. I don't even think Voldemort deserves it."
Draco shook his head. "But I was disobeying my father, I deserve to be punished."
Snape reached down, lifting Draco's chin until he was looking him in the eyes. "Listen to me Draco. No one, and I mean NO one, deserves to be tortured under the Cruciatus curse. No matter how grave a crime they have commited. And trying to get away from an abusive father is not a crime."
Draco smiled slightly. "Thanks Severus."
Snape smiled, before tapping Draco's nose softly. "Remember, here I am Professor Snape."
Draco nodded, laughing softly to himself. No matter who believed it, or who didn't, Draco knew that his godfather Snape had a kind hearted side. Most of the harshness was simply because of all the horrors he had seen during his time as a Death-eater.
"Alright, well you better go help your mom unpack."
Draco nodded, hurrying down to his dorm.
Once he had reached his bunk, Draco realized that all his stuff had already been sorted and was waiting for him once he got there. Wow, Draco thought to himself. My mom is really fast with the unpacking.
He decided that after everything he had been through, he deserved a long nap. Draco climbed quietly into his bed, pulling up the covers around him.
Finally being able to have a moment to think to himself, Draco began to wonder about the dark area where he had found Harry.
Had it all simply been a dream? Had it been just another fantasy about the 'Golden Boy'?
And what about being friends with Harry? Were they going to hang out now? What would the rest of the school think?
Draco felt more and more confused by the second. But being friends with Harry would be a good thing. Being able to be close to him. Close to that raven haired god of a man, that beauti...
NO! Draco thought to himself. Draco Malfoy is not gay. Anyways, I bet Potter doesn't even want me.
So with the hopes of tomorrow, and the worries of today, swirling through Draco Malfoy's mind, he fell into a dark sleep. One haunted by the image of his father standing over him...
...killing him.
