Heartless

Chapter seven - My wounds just don't seem to heal

Harry looked up as I just realising that he was in Draco's arms, he blinked back the tears and shuffled backwards as if trying to get a better look at the blonde. He slowly wiped away the tears from his cheeks and then the blood that hadn't been removed by Draco's shirt. Draco sat there motionless and in silence just watching the boy.

"Elena…"

"Is in her cot, she's fine." Draco said reassuringly, "What happened?"

Harry closed his eyes willing the tears not to fall but even he wasn't that powerful and strong, fresh tear droplets began to trickle down his already tear stained face. "So much pain … it's too much, it hurts more than you can imagine … I can't … the wounds just never seem to heal, it feels as if he's ripping me apart inside." Harry sobbed and Draco moved to embrace him again but Harry scuttled further back so he was resting his back against the head rest on the bed, out of Draco's reach. "I can't, I don't want you to share this … you can't die … not because of me."

"I'm not doing to die, not because of you at least, please don't shut me out."

"Every one dies because of me … Elena isn't safe with me, no one is … Sirius, Cedric, Colin … there's so much death that I could have prevented already."

"But that isn't your fault, just think of all the lives that you've saved, that has to mean something, you can't blame yourself for things that are out of your control."

"But … I could have saved them …"

"Shhhh" Draco said moving up to Harry and embracing him, with nowhere to go Harry let him, in fact he welcomed it. "You don't have to worry; not now … he can't hurt you at Hogwarts."

They sat there as Harry cried, Draco rocking him in his arms and stroking his hair. It wasn't until Elena began to cry for attention did either teen make any move to get up. However even then Draco made Harry lie back down, he went and dealt with his daughter before going back to the bed and lying down beside the Gryffindor. Their faces were inches apart, their eyes locked and Draco thought Harry was gorgeous despite him having puffy red eyes from crying. The last thing on Draco's mind however was to try anything, the other teen was obviously fragile and he had, in that moment, got close to him, there was no way he was about to ruin that.

Draco took one of Harry's hands within one of his own and held it in what he hoped was a reassuring manor. "I won't let you go." He whispered "I won't give in."

"I think that's what worries me." Harry replied smiling slightly, this small trace of happiness was enough to make Draco smile as well.

"I know you hate me for what I did to Elena but I do love her and I need you to understand everything about her and how she came into this world, otherwise you'll never forgive me."

"Draco … I … you don't have to."

"I know, but I want to, I know this isn't the greatest of times but I need to get it out, I might not have the courage to do it if I don't do it now."

So Draco told Harry everything, about the rape, the secrecy surrounding his pregnancy and how he came to be giving birth in the Slytherin dormitory from midnight to five the next morning. He even explained why he left her in the Slytherin common room rather than the great hall where there was less chance that he would be discovered as the mother so to speak and that was because he wanted to be discovered. By the end of it Harry couldn't not forgive Draco for his actions. The two of them fell asleep in each others arms, sharing the same bed, the child that brought them together in the cot next to them.

At Riddle Manor Voldermort was chuckling to himself. The spell he had used to see through Potter the way he had entered his own mind countless times had worked. He called Lucius to him, he doubted that he had felt this joyful in weeks, he would have actually have gone so far to say months. Torturing and killing mudbloods and muggles just didn't dive him the jollies any more.

He wanted something bigger, not only that but he wanted something better, he wanted Potter but since getting to him was near impossible with that muggle loving fool Albus Dumbledore he was going to do for the next best thing … the child that Potter cared so much for.

TBC

-insert evil laughter here- I'm so cruel, ah well, review xxx.