AN: Ok here comes another chapter. The author's note applies to this chapter as well.

Chapter 18

Harry rushed down the stairs who find the only person a close as a family could be being carted away on a floating stretcher by Mundungus Fletcher (hey that rhymes) battered and bruised. He had a large bruise on the side of his face and a large slash ran down from his hairline to his cheek. Though Remus had a concealing cloak on, Harry could make out dark bruises on the man's arms and his breathing was labored.

"What happened to him?" Harry shouted walking beside the stretcher that was heading to a medical room Pompey had created for the Auror. He heard Tonks mutter about going to floo for a healer but Harry didn't care. He just wanted to know what happened to Remus.

"He was trying to reason with other werewolves to join the side of the light." Author Weasley stated. "Some werewolves agreed, but others wanted no involvement or they were already corrupted and he was ambushed by them and a few Death Eaters. If Bill hadn't have intervened and got Remus here, he'd be dead."

The stretcher entered the large room and Author and Charlie Weasley, gently lifted Remus onto a bed, whose unconscious body just layed there. Harry sat next to Remus and clutched onto a grimy hand. It was so cold and Harry was fearing the worse.

"W……will…he make it?" Harry stuttered and his heart sank when Author heaved a heavy sigh.

"I' don't know Harry." Harry felt his eyes well up with unshed tears. Remus was like family to him. He couldn't lose Remus as well. His parents……Sirius….Harry didn't want to be alone.

"Please Remus……please be okay." Harry begged in a small voice and he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Draco.

"Oh Draco." Harry said and stood up into the Slytherin's embrace, letting himself being comforted.

A healer from St. Mungo's arrived shortly after and was bustling around tending to Remus's many wounds. She clicked her teeth. "Four broken ribs, broken wrist, sprained ankle, bruises on 50 percent of the body, teeth bites, scratches, and symtons of being under Crutacious….." The healer clicked her teeth again and poured a potion down Remus's throat, massaging his throat to make him swallow.

"He'll live." She said to Harry and the others who were waiting for a verdict. "With lots of rest and potions, he'll be revived within a week. But, until he is fully healed, he must never stand up. He received minor internal injury, but if the wounds open again, it could turn into worse."

Everybody breathed a sigh of relief. The healer suggested that they all get some sleep while she watched over her patient and they reluctantly trudged away except for Harry who stood stubbornly at the door.

"I'm not leaving Remus." He argued when Ron put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mate, it's two in the morning. We can come back later."

"That's right." Hermione piped in and looked sadly at Remus. "Perhaps he'll wake tomorrow as well, but there's no use worrying your own self to death Harry. Get some sleep. It's been a rough day."

Harry's green eyes flashed angrily for a moment but then he sighed and lowered his eyes to his hands. "Fine. Goodnight guys." He said and started to walk with Draco back to the bedroom.

"Uhh…….you're not sleeping with HIM are you?" he heard Ron say before a loud SMACK resounded in the hall.

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When Draco awoke the next morning, he was confused when he did not feel the warmth of Harry beside him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around, finding the room empty. Draco then knew he was most likely at Remus's bed, waiting for the man to rise from unconsciousness. Draco conjured up the time then slid out of bed and into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Hermione, Tonks, and the whole clan of Weasley's were eating breakfast when Draco arrived downstairs. It became quiet when he entered but Draco ignored it and took a seat next to Tonks whose hair was a cotton candy blue. When Draco sat down, Arthur Weasley, who had arrived earlier that morning choked on his pumpkin juice.

"A Malfoy? Here in the Order's………" he brought his voice down to a hiss. "At headquarters?"

Draco gave the redheaded man a cold stare before ignoring him and helping himself to some sausage. What an idiot. He wasn't worth a Malfoy's time, well at least not his.

"Where's his good for noth……his father?" Mrs. Weasley gave her husband a painful pinch.

"Draco is here, for protection from his father." She said and gave Draco a smile. Draco gave a small smile back. Well, he liked one Weasel and tolerated another, but just barely.

"Yeh dad." Ron piped in. "He's still a git, but he's Harry's boyfriend." Ron said this at the wrong time for Arthur, who had eaten a forkful of eggs, spit it out creating a yellow mess on Mrs. Weasley. Arthur paled. "Now now dear……."

"ARTHUR!"

It was now Draco who choked on his pumpkin juice, but he was refraining from laughing.

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Though it was touching and Draco could see that Harry cared much for Lupin, Draco hated being ignored. The bloody healer said he would be fine! He would rather play chess with Ronnie the Weasel than be bored…….wait no he wouldn't. Draco settled for exploring the Manor which was almost as big as his Malfoy Manor. Draco paid no heed to where he was going and found himself and soon found himself puzzled as to where to find himself back at the inhabited part of the manor.

Draco was not one to get scared easily….."AAAHH!" he screamed when something fast darted by his foot. Draco whipped his wand out and pointed to his harraser. A mouse. Though no one was there to hear his scream, Draco's cheeks heated and he sent a spark of fire to catch the mouse's tail on fire who squeaked and scattered off, a little stream of smoke trailing behind it. Draco stalked off when he ran smack into a solid body.

"Whoa. A Malfoy?" Draco scowled as he spotted bright red hair. Another Weasley of course. His hair was in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and Draco saw, a bone earring in his ear?

"What Weasley are you?" Draco asked. The redhead who looked about to be in his twenties chuckled. "I'm Bill, the second oldest. You must be Draco Malfoy of course. Ron's told me lots of stories though I'm sure you wouldn't want to here. What are you doing around here at this part of the Manor? Are you lost?"

Draco stuck his nose in the air. He wasn't going to admit he was lost. "No, I was just walking around." He said. It must have not been convincing for Bill just raised an eyebrow at him then smirked. "Well it's lunchtime. How about we walk to the dining room and get some grub?" Bill punched Draco on the shoulder and turned to walk away. Draco rubbed his sore shoulder and followed the redhead. Bill had to be the handsomest Weasley. Why if Draco wasn't in deep love with Harry, he would break his pride and go for his old enemy's older brother.

Wait, deep love? Draco smiled. Yes, he couldn't deny it, he was in love with Harry Potter. 'Well that's another point against me. Bring it on father.' Draco thought knowing that the Hogwarts Express had arrived at King's Cross Station and his absence was most likely noted.