Madame Pomfrey worried; Draco hadn't come for his usual check up after the full moon. She wondered if he had forgotten about it during the Christmas preparations. It was dinner time and she decided that she could always take him to the hospital wing afterwards. Draco, however wasn't at dinner and Madame Pomfrey decided to check his room. He wasn't there either. Extremely worried now, she checked all the places a seventeen year old student could be, he was, however nowhere to be found. With a feeling of dread she made her way over to the Shrieking Shack. She hoped that Draco was alright, he had always been so reliable with his check ups. The corridor down towards the shack was silent and Madame Pomfrey was getting feelings of trepidation about what she was going to find. It was just like when remus had been at school, so quiet and she always feared going down there. She entered the shacks single room and stepped inside, only to stop in horror at the sight she beheld. It had always been bad with Remus, but this was horrendous. Draco was curled up on the floor, barely covered in bloodied strips of what must have once been his school robes. There where patches of half dried blood everywhere, but most of it covered his body and hair. They're were so many deep gashes, bruises and wounds that Madame Pomfrey didn't even have to get close to see that there had been great damage done. She pulled a blanket off the shelf and carefully levitated Draco into it. She then cautiously picked him up, surprised at how light he felt. He moaned, his head rolled onto her shoulder but his eyes were still closed. As gently as she could, Madame Pomfrey carried Draco up the stairs, across the grounds and into the castle. In the hospital wing she busied herself with cleaning him and dressing his wounds. Now that she had closer time to inspect them, she saw the deep gash in his left leg and a profound cut across his eye that had bled heavily, thank goodness that the eye hadn't been damaged. She didn't even want to think about all the minor cuts and bruises that covered the rest of the boy's body. She pushed back a few strands of light blond hair that had fallen into the boy's face, wishing that there was more she could do for him. After she finished binding the bruised and partially cracked ribs, she sat down next to his bed. He was going to miss Christmas, she felt sorry for him, nobody deserved that and Draoc at least, had never caused her any problems. She knew a lot of people were afraid of him, most of the teachers actually, even Dumbledore was cautious around him. She did know that the boy possessed a lot of power, that was evident in the ease with which he mastered even the most difficult spells, she had heard talk about it in the staff room. Draco was very pale and the angry red wounds stood out in sharp contrast to his skin. Why had he not taken his potion? Something must have happened, she was sure of that. She would find out what it was.

Draco woke up late on Christmas day. Feeling a hand stroking his hair, he let his eyes flicker open. He wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was a hors sound.

"Drink this Draco. How do you feel?" After drinking some of the water, he could at least speak, though his voice was still raspy.

'I fell like a troll danced the fandango all over me."

"Why didn't you take your potion?" She wanted to know, she needed to know.

"I dropped it. I thought that my father was in the hall, but it wasn't him. It was someone else." He didn't know if he should mention Potter, after all, he was their so called hero.

"Who was it then?"

"Just someone."

"Tell me Draco." He rose up onto his elbows, the effort and movement sending a sharp pain cruising through his body

"It doesn't matter. Please just let it go."

"You are seriously hurt; I can just let this go as you put it." Draco sank back into the pillows, closing his eyes, too tired to fight this.

"It was Potter."

"Harry?" The disbelieving tone in her voice was clearly to be heard.

"Yes." And he promptly fell asleep again, too exhausted to stay awake for long. Madame Pomfrey was furious, this was the last straw. Harry's reckless behavior had always infuriated her, but this time he had endangered the life of another student, even if he did not know that he did it. However he must have used things from the restricted section to be able to pull of that silly "prank" as he would call it. She was going to see Dumbledore right away.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his table sucking on a lemon sherbert when Madame Pomfrey stormed in.

"What on earth has gotten you so flustered Poppy?"

"This is the last straw Albus. Harry Potter has gone too far this time."

"What has he done?"

"He transformed himself into Lucius Malfoy, probably using the Polychange Spell or the potion. In doing so he made Draco drop his wolfsbane potion and he has suffered greatly during this full moon."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Punish the boy."

"I'm sorry Poppy, there's nothing I can do. He's our savior and I'm sure Mr. Malfoy will survive. You may go." Staring disbelievingly at the headmaster, Madame Pomfrey then turned round and left again. She would inform Serverus, at least he would punish Harry.

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Puppydoglover : Hope you find this chapter cool too.

Kanui d"Astor: Oh Harry will pay later. This chapter is a bit longer and the next one will be a lot longer, to make up for the last one. Things will start happening.

Saskia: And there is more to come. Enjoy