"You fool!" A hissing voice full of venom spat. "You have failed me once again Malfoy!"
"My Lord, please!" Lucius groveled. "I beg of you, give me another chance to prove my loyalty."
"No more chances." Voldemort scowled. "I was forced to come here like some common muggle!"
"The child, he still has the child!" The loyal Death Eater pleaded.
"You incompetent fool." The chilling voice hissed. "The child is dead! Her corpse rests in the grave!"
Silver eyes widened and Lucius shook his head in shocked denial. "No, it's not possible." He whispered.
"You and your spawn have failed me for the last time Lucius." The Dark Lord informed softly, a wand was raised. "The last time."
"Master!" Lucius screeched.
"Avada Kedavra!" The wizard bellowed in a hissed roar.
The body of Lucius Malfoy fell to the ground with a soft thump and all was silent in the ward at St. Mungos.
"No!" Harry shot up in bed, clutching his scar in agony as it burned the palm of his hand.
Tears blurred his vision and he panted, his heart beating as though he had been running a long distance.
A loud squall caught his attention and he turned quickly toward the crib beside the infirmary bed.
The red faced baby was screaming in fear, his chubby face screwed up in a tight mask of pain as his fists beat the air above him. Harry lunged from bed, ignoring the tangled mess his sheets had become.
"James!" He whispered in fear. "What's wrong honey? Come on baby, it's alright, everything will be alright." He soothed.
He gently lifted his son into his arms, rocking him to calm his nerves.
"Shh." He patted James' back and rubbed small circles. "It's alright, it's alright."
"Harry?" An urgent voice questioned.
Worried eyes turned toward the doors where Snape stood, highlighted by the shadows and moonlight filtering in through the high windows.
"Sev." The boy breathed in relief, still moving calmly for James' benefit.
"What happened?" The man asked with a frown as he strode toward the Gryffindor.
Harry shook his head distractedly. "I don't know, I was having a vision and when I woke up he was screaming his head off."
Severus' frown deepened. "I had hoped this wouldn't happen." He sighed.
"What? Do you know what's wrong with him?" Harry asked desperately. "Will he be alright?"
"He will be fine." Severus nodded. "It is because of the connection the two of you share."
"Connection?" Harry faltered, taking note that James had been soothed down to soft hiccups and sniffles.
"Yes, children and their parents have strong connections by nature, but because of your power level it seems your bond is even stronger." Severus explained.
Harry frowned, worrying his lower lip in fear. "So he feels my pain?"
"In short, yes." The wizard nodded.
"But, isn't there a way to stop it?" Harry asked, the panic in his voice evident despite the whisper it was in. "Will it always be this extreme?"
Severus sighed. "There isn't a way to stop it I'm afraid." He replied regretfully. "But I don't think it is a severe as we think it to be. James, as a child reacts to everything in the extreme, I believe the burst of foreign emotions caught him unaware and startled him."
"So he's not hurt?" Harry wanted to make sure.
"Are you?" Severus retorted.
"Well, no, not really." He admitted.
"Then neither is your son."
Harry nodded. Thank Merlin Severus was here, I think I would have been worried out of my wits. Wait, why was Severus here?
"How did you know I would need help?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
Severus gained a slightly embarrassed expression and he turned away. "Well I suppose I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Potter. Goodnight." He nodded before disappearing just as quickly as he had arrived.
I can't believe he ignored my question like that! Harry's eyes widened in shock. He's hiding something and I'm going to find out what.
"You never answered my question Severus." Harry pointed out innocently.
It was the following day and after a semi-eventful night, Harry had finally gotten the rest he needed after being unconscious for three days. The wizard pair was currently walking through the halls of St. Mungos, searching for Draco's room.
"Yes, I would see why you would have questions." He sneered slightly. "Your Gryffindor stupidity of rushing into unknown territory seems to be working fine after everything."
Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Stop pretending to be so snarky Sev, I know it's just an act. Why don't you want to tell me the real reason?"
"I was ..." Severus mumbled.
"What was that, a little louder and maybe I could hear you." Harry smirked inwardly.
"I was worried you ungrateful brat!" Snape scowled.
Harry nodded. "Hm, I see. Well thank you for helping me, I don't think I would have lasted the night without your advice."
"Indeed." The man smirked.
They paused in front of the door number they had been given. Harry glanced down at the tightly crumbled piece of parchment clenched in his fist. He managed to smooth it out with little difficulty and an identical number stared back at him.
"Well, I guess this is it." He chirped with false humor.
"Are you sure you want to see him?" Severus asked softly, giving Harry an escape to the situation.
Harry took a breath and smiled. "No, I need to do this, I'll be alright." He reassured. "Wait for me here please?" He cocked his head pleadingly.
Severus nodded. "Of course."
A grateful smile broke through the gloom. "Thanks."
He steadied himself and entered the room before he could deter himself. As soon as he closed the door behind him shadows licked at his legs and arms, the room was dark save for a slight crack in the curtains shielding the windows.
"Afternoon Malfoy." Harry greeted, not yet able to clearly see the body lying out on the hospital bed.
There was no answer and Harry narrowed his eyes in distaste. He angrily moved toward the windows and sharply pulled them back, the harsh glare of the sun flashing into the room quickly.
His eyes widened at the sight before him.
The wizard on the bed couldn't possibly be Draco Malfoy, the incarnation of beauty. This thing was nothing but a mass of burned flesh.
The upper body of the wizard was all Harry could see, the hands and face were all the skin revealed. And what could be seen couldn't possibly pass as human.
The resting hands laid placidly at the boy's sides, the skin was shriveled and an angry red, blotches of pale shone through but it wasn't enough for a look of normalcy.
His face was far worse. The scarred mass of flesh looked as though it had been ripped from the victims face and then thrown back on with little care of the outcome. The skin was pinched and painted with a random pattern of red and burgundy. The little hair that remained was wispily covering the blotched head in a pale shadow.
Silver eyes looked toward the heavens in a dull haze.
This was indeed Draco Malfoy, no longer the incarnation of beauty, now he was only a broken shell.
"Wow." Harry whistled to himself. "You look like shit."
He received no answer to his biting tongue and he smiled to himself.
"I bet you get that a lot though, don't you." He chuckled. "No more fans, eh Malfoy? Everyone is scared of you now."
It was too easy to bite and kick Malfoy when he was down. And hell, he was as low as he could get.
"I'd say sorry for torching you like I did, but I think you understand my reasoning not to grace you with my pity."
It's what he deserves. He reminded himself.
"Your father is dead you know." Harry informed with cold indifference. "Seems your Lord wasn't too happy with his botched up plan."
Silence.
"I don't think you have to worry though." Harry smirked to himself. "Apparently you're not worth killing"
A slight tremble made its way across Draco's face as his cheek twitched.
"You're daughter also died." Harry spat with hatred, wanting to unload every dark thought he had upon the weakened shoulders of his enemy. "Your son will never learn of you though, I plan to watch you either rot in Azkaban or in this hell."
Be grateful I'm even letting you live now. James will never be raised with the Malfoy name, better to be a bastard then one of you.
"I think this is a worse punishment then anything Malfoy." He whispered in distaste as his eyes roamed the ruined flesh that was Draco's face. "Having to look at yourself everyday in the mirror, knowing that you've become a monster."
Draco remained silent, staring at the ceiling above him.
"You aren't good enough for death." Harry continued. "You are the lowliest scum, and now you resemble the ugliness in your soul."
"No." The whimper was almost missed.
"What?" Harry hissed.
"Please." Draco whispered past chapped lips. "Kill me."
Harry laughed, not a full-blown laugh of humor, but a soft chuckle of darkness.
"I don't think so. I want you to suffer for what you've done to me. I want you to burn the way I did when you raped me." He scoffed. "You are nothing without your beauty Malfoy, and now, without that, what have you become?"
"Please!"
"You are and will always be, nothing." Harry whispered, he stood tall and adjusted his cloak. "I wish you a good life Malfoy."
"Potter!"
"Goodbye Malfoy." Harry turned away and left the anguished screams of the scarred youth.
The door clicked shut behind him and Harry found himself immediately swept up in strong arms. He weakened and sunk into the warm support.
"Are you alright Harry?" Severus whispered in his ear as he held him close.
Harry smiled through his tears. "Yes, I'm fine." He closed his eyes and leaned back. "Thank you."
"Anytime Harry, anytime."
Author: I luved this chap, hopefully u guys liked it as much as I did!
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