AN: Sorry, been lacking any inspiration, and then HBP came out, and then I was depressed, and then I was busy. So sorry, excuse the lateness. Anywho, this'll have no spoilers for HBP, as it is an AU, except maybe a small detail or two that won't ruin the book. And for those of you who have read, well, I know my description of Blaise is different from the one in the book, but it was written before the book appeared, and I don't want to change it. So there.

And a side note. God I hated that book. I was weeping so much that it wasn't funny. And J.K. Rowling needs to lay off the romance. If you've read my work, then you'll realize just how unhappy those couplings made me. Hell, you only need to read this story to understand me.

Remus Lupin was a light sleeper. Back when he had been in Dumbledore's possession, attacks from Voldemort were a very real and likely threat, therefore one had to be ready to jump to action at any hour. So, when he awoke to see a pair of bright violet eyes watching him he screamed, though you never would've realized that it was him screaming, and not some little girl.

"Holy fuck!"

The figure with the violet eyes stepped a bit closer, and Remus was able to make out the figure in the moonlight. A tall boy with curly black hair stood before him. At this point Sirius had been awakened by the shouting and was sitting up.

"Rem, what is it?" The violet-eyed figure bent down and lit the candle next to the bed.

"I was sent to get Remus. Draco needs you." All it took were those words, and Remus was racing down the hall, Sirius right behind him. They halted as soon as they realized that they had left the boy behind. As Blaise led them to his room they continued to share worried looks behind his back. The door opened to a heart-wrenching scene. Harry was in the chair next to the bed his hand grasping onto a slightly paler and smaller hand.

It was hard at first to tell what Harry was doing. He was bent over the figure in the bed, his head close to that of the body, and upon closer inspection one would be able to tell the he was murmuring to the incapacitated person. As Remus approached his best friends' child he could hear the words being spoken.

"Don't worry, he'll be here soon, I'm sure he will. And you'll be fine, and soon you'll be up again and you'll tell me how stupid I was to ever worry about you, because you're Draco Malfoy, and you needn't worry about a Malfoy. Please Draco, you can't leave me. I-I love you. Don't leave. Please." His words were soft; nearly whispers, and as he spoke tears streamed down his face. Remus gently touched his shoulder, breaking Harry from his concentration on the golden-haired boy.

"Harry, please you have to move a bit. I, well, I need to look at him, okay?" Harry nodded dumbly and moved out of the way. Sirius tentatively touched the distraught boy on the shoulder. Harry turned and looked at his godfather. He shook from the sobs wracking his body, and Sirius took him into a fierce embrace. Once Remus was satisfied that Harry was being tended to, he bent over Draco.

Carefully unwrapping the cloak from the boy, so as not do disturb any of his injuries; Remus bit back a gasp as the full extent of Draco's wounds was revealed. What little clothing remained on his body was horribly torn, and was caked with dried blood. Bruises littered the rest of his body, and there was a gash stretching from his right breast to just above his naval area. Remus quickly sent Blaise back to his room for all of the werewolf's medical supplies. He dressed the wound and checked the rest of Draco's body to the best of his talent. Harry merely stood by and watched helplessly as Remus poked and prodded his roommate, occasionally muttering a curse under his breath.

After about two hours of painful watching and waiting, Remus motioned for Harry to join him in the hallway. It was at this time that he noticed Seamus in the corner.

"Who are you?" Seamus blinked for a moment before it registered with him. It was late, or should I say early, and they were all a bit slow.

"Oh, I'm Seamus. I'm the one who found Harry." Remus bit his lower lip, and contemplated this situation. He decided that Seamus could be trusted.

"Alright. Come outside with us." As Seamus made to leave the room Blaise jumped up and grabbed his arm.

"I'm not letting you go alone." He spoke with a fierce protectiveness in his voice, something that made Remus smile nostalgically. The werewolf nodded.

"You can come too. Sirius, watch Draco. If he wakes, come fetch me."

With that, the graying man led the three boys out of the room and to his own quarters. Once they were settled, Blaise sitting in a chair with Seamus on his lap, and Harry in a corner with his knees tucked under him, Remus spoke.

"Draco's in a bad state. Really bad. He will live, don't worry," he said after viewing Harry's pained look in the corner. "Seamus, I assume you could shed some light on what happened. Or at least how you found him."

Seamus nodded and gulped, preparing himself to recount his tale. "I was walking back to my room. I work as a house slave, and there had been a mess in the parlor I had to deal with. Ron had come back a few hours earlier, completely pissed mind you, and had thrown a tantrum. Completely destroyed the room too. Anyways, I was walking back to my room when I noticed a small red dot on the floor. I suppose most people wouldn't notice, but when you're cleaning for a woman like Molly Weasley, you start to notice small things. And, figuring I'd probably have to clean it tomorrow, I investigated. There was a larger drop nearby, and another after that. I followed them back to a corner, and I found Draco there. It was horrible…" Seamus suppressed a shudder, and Blaise's arms pulled a little tighter on the boy, gently combing his hair in a soothing motion. It was then that the tall boy spoke.

"Draco's Ron's 'night attendant' isn't he?" Receiving a nod from Remus he continued. "So, we can pretty much assume that it's Ron's work then." Remus nodded again before speaking.

"It also means there's nothing we can do except try to make him better. Harry, I know this may be hard for you, but you'll have to fill in for Draco for a while."

Harry looked up from his hands, and his despair was evident. He looked like a man who had lost everything; his hair was wilder than usual, glasses askew, puffy red eyes, and tear streaks running down his face. Despite all of this, Harry managed to nod numbly. He would do anything.

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