Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying on a dusty old bed. There was a small fire burning, causing shadows to dance around the walls. He had no idea where he was. Who were those two people? Where was Voldemort?

His arm was still aching. He noticed that it had been bandaged. He touched his arm and grimaced. His hand came back with blood on it. He looked at his arm and the wrappings had turned scarlet. More pain overwhelmed him. He cried out in alarm.

"Someone help me!" He yelled. He started panicking when no one came. "Please!" The pain was unbelievable. He started scratching at the bandages, trying to rip them off.

Molly Weasley burst through the door followed by Hermione and Ginny.

"Please help me." Harry panicked.

Molly knelt down beside the bed. She took out her wand and some more bandages. "Don't worry Harry. We'll have you fixed up in a jiffy." Molly reassured him. She gave him a gloomy smile.

Ginny went to his side too. She sat down next to her mother and tried to calm him by stroking his hair, whispering things like 'You're going to be alright.' And 'Don't worry Harry, mom will help you.'

Hermione stood thunderstruck. She didn't know what to do. She was looking around the room trying to find something to help him with.

Molly removed the bandage to reveal a bloody mess. Harry whimpered and grimaced, his head thrashing. Ginny kept trying to quiet him.

"It 's alright Harry. You're going to be fine." Molly said. "Hermione go get a pot of tea started. Alright?"

"Mrs. Weasley I don't think that tea is going to do anything for any of us right now." Hermione said. Her voice was high and panicked.

"Harry will need something to calm his nerves after I finish up here." Molly replied. She had finally finished cleaning the wound on Harry's arm. She quickly grabbed her wand. She whispered a spell and the bandages magically wrapped themselves around the wound.

Hermione left the room muttering to herself.

Harry stopped thrashing. The pain in his arm subsided significantly. His breathing calmed and his heart stopped racing. His whole body relaxed.

Molly smiled. She passed Harry his glasses so he could see. "I'll go help Hermione with the tea." She got up and left Harry and Ginny alone.

"Are you alright?" Ginny said. She had lines on her face that said she was concerned. "You've been unconscious for the past four days."

Harry's eyes grew wide at that. "What? Four days? That's impossible." He said.

"You would have random fevers and your scar would just start bleeding. We've had to change the bandage on your arm two to three times a day. You were losing so much blood. We thought you might die." Ginny said.

Harry tried sitting up and was unsuccessful. He grimaced. Ginny put her arm around his shoulders and helped him lift himself up.

Once sitting he panted as if he had just run a race.

"Are you alright?" Ginny said.

"Fine. I just. Why am I so out of breath?" Harry asked. He was puzzled. Why did it take so much effort to sit up? Imagine walking. He didn't want to think about that yet.

"You have to remember that you've lost a lot of blood." Ginny said. "What happened anyway?"

What did happen? Harry thought. He didn't really remember. He remembered Voldemort and pain. Lots of pain.

"It was Voldemort." Harry said finally. "He. I don't know how, but he was in my room. He was going to kill me Ginny." He looked down at his arm.

Ginny's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Are you sure, Harry?" She said.

Harry nodded. The lump in his throat would not permit him to speak.

"Do you want me to get Ron?" Ginny said. She wiped away a tear and stood up.

Harry cleared his throat. "Yeah." He said.

"Alright." Ginny spun on her heal and left the room.

Moments later Hermione entered carrying a tray filled with teacups and a pot. Her brown hair had been pulled back into a bun to keep it from falling into her face while she was making the tea. "Not screaming now I see." She said. She smiled. Her smile faded when she saw Harry's face. She put the tray down and pulled a chair up next to the bed.

"I don't want to know what happened I just want to know you're alright." She said. "I know. I know everyone's been asking you if you're okay. Just. Please, Harry, don't lie to me. If you aren't. I think I have the right to know."

"I don't know what happened." Harry said. "I was trying to sleep and then. There he was. He just. It hurt, Hermione. It was the most unbelievable pain. You can't even begin to imagine what it felt like. And all he did was touch me. He wasn't even there. Not physically anyway. I'm finally realizing the extent of his powers. He could have killed me from hundreds of miles away. And there's nothing I could do to stop him."

Tears were now streaming down his face, as well as Hermione's.

Just then Ron entered. Harry wiped away the tears. "Awake at last." Ron said. "How are you, mate?"

Hermione shook her head.

Ron noticed the tears. "Oh, er. Never mind." He said quickly. "So did anyone tell you that Malfoy's been staying here?"

Harry looked up. "What?" He said.

"Yeah. Turns out he wants to be good. " Ron said. He smiled.

"Really? Well I've had just about enough of this." Harry said.

"Enough of what?" Hermione asked. Her brown eyes were puzzled.

With his right hand, Harry whipped the blankets off. He flung his legs over the side of the bed. He carefully placed both feet on the ground. He grabbed the bedpost and put weight onto his feet. He gradually pulled himself into a standing position. He cradled his left arm in his chest and stood up. Once steady he took a step forward. Then another.

"Look. No hands." Harry joked. He smiled. "Well now we know I can walk. I'm going to go and say 'hello' to the rest of the house." He walked for the door.

"Harry I don't think you should do that." Hermione said.

"And why not. I'm walking aren't I?"

"Harry you're not well. You should be in bed, resting."

"Hermione I've been asleep for the past four days. I think I've had enough rest." He mounted the stairs. Easy does it Harry. He thought. One step at a time.

He reached the top. Beside him was the room Buckbeak had been kept in while he was here. Inside the room, paint was splattered everywhere. The walls, the ceiling, even the floor. Harry entered cautiously. He was unprepared for what he would find in the room.

Draco Malfoy stood with his back to Harry. His white t-shirt and blue jeans were covered in paint. There were specks of paint in his hair and on his face. A paintbrush hung loosely in his left hand. He took a step back to admire his work.

One of the walls had been completely transformed. An astounding landscape had been spread across the one wall. A broken down chateau stood tall on the right hand side of the wall. There was a shadowy forest behind it filled with dead trees.

"Wow." Harry broke the silence.

Draco jumped. "Don't scare me like that Potter!" He yelled.

"Sorry."

"Well? What do you think?" Draco smiled and looked back at his masterpiece.

"I like it. How long have you been painting?" Harry asked.

"Since I was nine." Draco started pacing. "My mother gave me an art set. I loved it. But when I started painting 'happy things' my father took it away from me."

"You're good."

"I've had practice. I painted anyway. My bedroom closet is full of paintings. The walls all have something on them as well. I never let my father in there."

Harry laughed.

"So I guess I owe you one. Thanks." Draco said.

"Don't mention it."

"I suppose this is the part where I say 'Is there anything I can do to repay you? Anything at all?'" Draco said mockingly.

"Actually yeah."

"Potter now that's just rude. You're now supposed to say 'Oh no it was my pleasure.' Why don't you say that?" Draco argued.

"You'll like this." Harry said.

Draco raised one eyebrow.

"I want you to paint. Any wall in this house you want. It is mine after all." Harry said. "I don't like it now. I want it to be different. I don't want it to remind me of Sirius."

"Sirius? Sirius Black?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. This was his house. He left it to me. All of his possessions. Money. Everything. I was like his son. He was the only parent I ever knew." Harry smiled.

"Hmm. So what happened to your arm?" Draco said.

"Voldemort's what happened." Harry replied. Draco flinched at the name.

Harry rubbed his arm. It did not bleed this time. It still stung though. "I don't even know what he did. He just touched me."

"I see. So, how did you find me anyway?" Draco changed the subject.

"You were lying in the middle of the street. Kind of hard not to."

Draco frowned. "I must have apparated out of there. I don't know how but I must have. Right?"

Harry shrugged.