I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with him.

I know, really quick update... but I can't sleep and I kept trying to think about what I would do in the next chapter. So... yeah, not much of a cliff hanger here... just a rescue, some words, and then a good night's sleep for everyone.

Harry landed gracefully in front of Hogwarts school. To his surprise Dumbledore was standing outside of the school. He looked like he had been expecting him.

"Don't tell me you knew about this professor, please tell me you didn't know about this," he begged his old professor.

"No Harry, I didn't know about any of this," he assured Harry. "I did not know until today what had happened to Draco in Romania. I heard rumors that certain wizards I once knew were searching for Draco, and I was concerned. I knew you would be coming soon."

"Professor, I need your help."

"Yes, I know. Come with me." Harry followed Dumbledore up the stairs to Dumbledore's office. "I anticipated your arrival and I spoke to Professor Snape. He remembered the boys well and that all of them had locater charms on their wands. It's a common charm and we've located them about thirty miles from here in mansion that is owned by one of them." Dumbledore showed him a map that showed the path to the mansion.

"I want to get him out of there."

"I know. I assume that you have your invisibility cloak."

"I do."

"I believe that you will be able to get in and out barely noticed if you are careful. They are keeping him in the dungeons below the mansion."

"How...?"

"We used some spells of our own to see what was going on. I'm afraid that he's being tortured and raped by them once again." Harry winced and clenched his fists.

"I have to get him out of there."

"I know. Now watch." Dumbledore muttered an incantation and soon Harry could see the dungeons where Draco was being held. For now, he was unconscious and simply hanging from the stone wall he was chained to. "They left a few minutes ago for the bars. I think that if you leave now, you will make it there in an hour."

"An hour? How?" Dumbledore sprinkled some gold dust on Harry's broomstick.

"It's dust to make your broomstick faster. You should get there in an hour now. You must get it, get Draco, and then get out."

"I understand sir. Thank you."

Draco had finally peeled himself out of bed at around ten thirty a while after Harry had left. He made himself some toast for breakfast and nibbled on it while sipping black coffee that Harry had made when he woke up. While he was sitting at the table he thought he heard something. Something horrifyingly familiar. It was laughter, very cold and maniacal laughter.

"Little lost Malfoy has run away, why doesn't he come out and play?" he heard outside.

'Please say Harry still has protection charms on this house,' Draco thought to himself. He heard a pot shatter on the boards of the porch. Then he heard a knock on the door.

"Let us in little Malfoy, why don't you let us in?"

"This isn't my house," he shouted. "And do you really think I would let you in?" If they had wanted to come in, they would have by now, he reminded himself. The protection charms must still be on the house, thank Merlin.

"Do you really think you belong here? With the Golden Child? You really think he loves you?" Draco concentrated and kept the wizard out of his head. They can't get in here, he reminded himself.

"Doesn't matter that we can't get into the house, we're all ready in your head. You know better. You don't matter to him. He'll use you and then throw you away. At least with us, you know where you stand." Draco felt his resolve weakening. They were playing on his insecurities. He knew it. But he couldn't stop thinking that what they were saying was true.

"We'll always need you little lost boy." Draco turned towards the front door and saw the forms of the four wizards who had made his life hell for six months.

"Harry needs me. Harry loves me. That's something that I will never be able to get from you." Draco turned his back on them when he felt a hand grip on his mind and will. He knew who it was.

"But eventually he'll leave you. You know that as well as we do. You can't trust love." Draco turned back and opened the door.

"There's a good lost boy," said one with a grin on his face. Draco's last thought before they took him away was simply,

'I'm so sorry Harry.'

Harry landed in front of the mansion an hour after leaving Hogwarts. The mansion was silent, dark, and cold. He knew there were protection charms outside but he blew through them with a few waves of his wand. He ran in and could barely see in the dim rooms. He created a light at the end of his wand and swallowed down his revulsion. The paintings in the room were magical like many he knew of, but these were paintings of executions, torture, and killings. Soon he found the stairs leading to the dungeons. They were small, dark, and cold. He soon found Draco in the same position he had seen him in at Dumbledore's office. Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist before waving his wand and letting loose his bonds. Then he heard sounds upstairs. Quickly he covered both of them in the invisibility cloak.

"Let's go play with Draco! Let's go play with Draco!"

"Oh would you just shut up. You had him all day."

"Jealous! Jealous!"

Harry made his way towards the voices and up the wide staircase that led down. Carrying Draco at the same time was no easy trick, but he was determined. He watched the four wizards open the door and begin the walk down into the dungeons. Before the door shut he slipped out again with Draco in his arms and ran as fast as he could out of the house. Once outside, he hid behind a tall group of bushes.

"Draco wake up," he said desperately. "Please Draco, wake up." He pulled out a strengthening potion from his bag and poured part of it down Draco's throat. Slowly Draco started to come around. "That's it love, wake up," said Harry encouragingly. "Drink some more of this." Harry helped Draco drink the rest of the potion. Draco blinked slowly and looked at Harry.

"Harry?" he said seeming to doubt his eyes.

"Yes, yes it's me. Now we have to get out of here before-" His words were cut short by a loud scream from the dungeons of the mansion. Harry quickly straddled his broomstick and said to Draco, "Get on and hang onto me, now." Draco numbly obeyed and put his arms tight around Harry's waist. Harry quickly kicked off the ground and into the air. He didn't look back. He knew that they needed a place to hide. If they went back to his house they would simply find them there again. So he headed for the second time that day to Hogwarts.

It was midnight by the time they arrived at Hogwarts and Draco was asleep again. When he landed in front of Hogwarts Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagal were all waiting for him at the door.

"I didn't mean to wake the whole house," said Harry apologetically. But even Snape looked sympathetic tonight. They silently helped Harry take Draco to the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey immediately put Draco to bed and began to use her healing potions on him.

"Let's leave Madame Pomfrey to her work," said Dumbledore gently. "You must be very tired."

"I want to be here," said Harry even though he could feel his exhaustion over taking him.

"Harry, we need to talk about what needs to be done with the wizards who have done this. The professors have spoken and we have all ready informed the Magical Ministry."

"What are they going to do?" Harry looked up at Dumbledore.

"They've sent out some officers to the mansion. They have orders to take the four by any means necessary."

"Provided that the four of them are still there."

"They will track them."

"No offense professor, but I won't be feeling better about this until they are in Azkaban under lock and key."

"No offense taken Harry. Please come with me." Harry gently kissed Draco on the forehead before he followed Dumbledore up the stairs and into Dumbledore's office. Harry flopped into one of the comfortable chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk with an exhausted sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Dumbledore slowly sat down behind his desk and sat back with a tired sigh of his own.

"Harry, I want you to know something," said Dumbledore in a gentle voice. Harry put back on his glasses and was prepared for any scolding or punishment he was about to get. But he was not prepared for what happened. "You are not responsible for what happened to Ms. Granger, and you are not responsible for what happened here with Mr. Malfoy." Harry felt like his stomach had fallen through the floor. The damper on his emotions was suddenly released and everything came rushing forward. Harry started to cry and soon found himself sobbing in that office.

He wasn't sure how long he stayed there and cried, but he knew that soon after he stopped crying the gentle professor led him down to the infirmary once again where he was put to bed in the cot next to Draco's.