Flames are welcome…A little late of me to say, but whatever…

Thank you to everyone who answered my questions… here some of the explanations I found most helpful. For any newbies like I am acting like and peeps who don't read the reviews:

From Bananagirl:

PWP means, "Plot? What Plot?" and it's basically used to denote stories that are pure smut/porn.

Yaoi is a genre of Japanese anime and manga (cartoons and comics), which involves explicit gay relationships. The milder form is properly called shounen ai (which means "boy love"), but people in the west tend to use the word "yaoi" as interchangeable with "slash", regardless of the rating.

Finally, a lemon is a term indicating a FanFic that has graphic sexual content. It's different from PWP in that it usually refers to stories that have a plot.

And From LiliSnitch:

A Mary Sue has nothing to do with turning into a woman! XD Getting possessed? Well, perhaps the writer by ill spirits... I give you an example: Susy Mary attended a school for the specially gifted in America, now she is an exchange student at Hogwarts. She is sorted into Gryffindor (of course, because there was never a more courageous girl than Susy!) and makes instantly friends with the dream team (because nobody can resist Susys charms and devilishly good looks). She has a hidden secret: She has Veela heritage, speaks Parseltongue, is a phoenix Animagus and a metamorphmagus, too! You just can't not love her! Because she is brilliant in defense and even more intelligent than Hermione (but she doesn't have to read to know something, it just comes to her), she is of course the key to Voldemorts defeat. Harry falls deeply in love with her after that and they live happily ever after... (While she becomes Minister of Magic, Headmaster of Hogwarts and has ten children, which are all super-intelligent, mega cute and born animagi)

Yeah so I found these really helpful and I got them first so thank you.

I owe all you people an apology. I am very sorry for acting oh so very thick in the mind in the last chapter. I asked a lot of questions and it made me sound very stupid, but you know what? Now I know the answers and I am smarter for it… so screw all you people who thought I was dense…thumbs nose at hateful people I am rather new at this and would greatly appreciate it if you would lay off critiquing my a/ns please. Thank you.

Okay, there will be background info sprinkled in as I go…there is some in this chapter.

Soooo to continue… Bananagirl you are currently my very best friend ! Thank you very much for answering my questions first. This chapter is for you and LiliSnitch I hope you like it.

One more question… Is my Draco a Mary Sue? Well whatever.

Oh and why is it called a Mary Sue? Why not an Anne Mary or a Betty Lou or something? Anyway…

Now on with the Chappie…

Chapter 3

The silver-eyed young man jogged, staggering frequently, along back corridors trying to follow the panther as best as he could with so many small injuries plaguing him. He turned a corner and felt a tug at his side, which turned almost instantly into a searing pain. He dropped to his hands and knees, his chest heaving, trying to push back the pain.

"Master" the blonde rasped.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Slytherin saw the Black Panther come to a halt next to him. Slowly, painfully slowly, he transfigured back into a human, usually emerald eye turned dark green from worry.

"Draco, What's the matter? I thought you only had some minor cuts and bruises."

"M-My Lord, so…so did I-I," the blonde gasped. Guilt washed over him. He felt he had somehow failed The Dark Lord, again. That somehow all of this, everything that went wrong, was his fault.

The voice that was always cloaked, emotions hidden, suddenly became sincere, worried, and guilt-ridden, "Draco, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have known… I should have… And now I should get you up stairs. You need help, healing." The taller teen lifted the blonde gently and carried him up to one of the un-used bedrooms. Laying Draco down carefully on the great mahogany bed, he lifted the other's tattered robes and shirt to examine his injuries. An angry hiss escaped the raven-haired teen's lips as he surveyed the damage Fluffy had done. This scenario, these injuries, they were so familiar to him…

Flashback

"Harry, you (cough) have to defeat him (cough). Save them, Harry. (Cough) They are counting on you." The old, old man wheezed, blood running freely from the gash on his forehead. The eyes of the youth he'd addressed turned hard at his words.

"Oh yes, Professor. I'll kill him. But I won't do it for them. I won't save them. They can all go to hell for all I care. I'll kill Voldemort and I'll take his power. I will rule. After all," the boy added harshly. "I am The-Boy-Who-Lived."

The old man shook his head sadly, wincing at the movement, and frowned, "I was afraid of this. (Cough) Harry. Please don't do this. Please! (Cough) Remember your mother and father. Remember (cough) Sirius and everyone who died for you. (Cough) For the cause."

"Oh," scoffed the boy. "The Cause. Oh yes, the bloody Cause. We can't forget the bloody, fucking Cause, now can we? Almost all the people I loved died for your precious because I wasn't powerful enough to save them. Because I Was Weak! Well never again. I'll surround myself with everyone who is left that I care about, which is a preciously small group of about six people, and I will be the most powerful wizard in History. I will have control." The old man tried to say something but his body convulsed. He was loosing so much blood, blood he could not afford to loose. The youth snapped himself out of his reverie. Concern filled his voice, "Professor, I am sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this. I respect you and I love you like a father or a grandfather. I shouldn't be troubling you with this, not now."

"Harry (cough) Harry, as you can probably see I'm dieing. (Cough) I just want you to know (cough) that up until now (cough) you have made me proud (cough). Your parents would have been too. (Cough) But, Harry, please don't do this thing (cough). Please! (Cough) (Cough) I love you like a son and all I wanted was too show what was right and (cough) try to make you happy (cough). But I see now that I failed on both counts. (Cough) Good-bye (cough) Harry Potter. (Cough)" His old form convulsed one last time and, with a final cough, life fled his tired body.

"Professor! No! Professor Dumbledore… You can't die on me, not you too! You all died on me! No! This is my fault!" The youth scream, shaking the old man's corpse. "No" he whispered, before he collapsed onto the ground. Sobbing, and rocking back and forth, he held the body closely. Then He began to shake, tears turning to rage.

End Flashback

"Dammit! Draco, if you so much as even think of dieing on me, I will force you to heal, then I'll kill you myself!" The raven-haired teen growled at the blonde lying on the bed in front of him.

This comment brought a smile to the pale lips. "Of Course Not, My Lord." He whispered.

The green-eyed young man once again surveyed the damage: Livid bruise still spreading over his ribcage, odd redness on his stomach, and the top of a set of bloody gashes that could only be teeth marks just visible on his hip over the waist band of his pants. "Damn that Fucking dog to hell!" His voice was harsh, but softened as he warned, "This is going to hurt like an Unforgivable, but it has to be done. I'm so sorry." The blonde nodded and shut his eyes. The raven-haired wizard held his hands out over Draco stomach, hovering just above the wounded flesh. He let some of his power flow down to his fingertips. Placing his hand on the Slytherin's abs he began to cant. As he chanted, the blonde cringed away from his hands. " this is a quotation from Scott Cunningham's Magical Herbalism, page 73-74. Just in case

Isis,

you who are all that ever was,

all that is,

and all that shall be,

heal him as you healed Horus of all his wounds

which Set, his brother, had inflicted on him,

O Isis,

great magician,

heal him,

and deliver him,

from all fatal sicknesses

wounds,

and evil things."

He repeated this three times, then, after conjuring his wand out of nowhere, he tapped it thrice on the quickly healing wounds.

Waiting a few minutes, he cautiously touched the delicate skin, "Draco? How do you feel?"

"Hmmm" The blonde curled into his touch. "Warm, My Lord" He muttered sleepily.

"Well, I see it worked, then." The wizard grinned, indulgently.

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Frankie