A/N: Dear reviewers, I know this story sounds a ton like Draco's boy, which I've read. I actually love that story. I just wanted a story where Narcissa did something about it, and isn't a non-magic AU. So, be assured, this is not plagiarism on my part. If you look close, they are very different. I was going to put it in an author's note on the first chapter, but, alas, I forgot. So, here's the basic point; Broken Home, Shattered Mind is NOT Draco's boy. Anyway, this is not a rip off of another fic, it is MY fic. Thank you for listening to this drivel, and on with the story! I know it's about half the length of the first chapter, but there really wasn't anything else to say.

Chappie two

"Is Harry gonna be okay!" Draco demanded for a third time. "I believe so." Severus repeated. He had been the buffer for the Malfoy heir's worry. Harry was safe in the hospital wing, and left Severus to deal with Harry's friends and roommates.

"When will Harry be out?" Draco asked. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know. now, I suggest that you stop asking me the same questions before I place silencing charms on you." Severus said, and Draco sat on the bed. "I know, I know. I'm being irrational. I haven't seen him look like that since the first few weeks after we took him from the muggles." Draco said softly.

Severus looked at the haunted look in Draco's eyes. "Nightmares?" He asked gently, and Draco gave a jerky nod. " He would dream about those wretched muggles, his uncle in particular. He would scream and cry, jerking and pleading for it to stop, that he was sorry, and 'please!' were some of the big ones. There were a few ones where, after he woke up, he would cry 'I'll never do it again!' It broke my heart." Draco said softly, pulling his knees to his chest.

"He was particularly scared of my father. My mother would take him into her arms and I would hold his hands. My parents would sing to him until he fell asleep again. I don't think anyone slept well for a week after we took him in. he would have nightmare after nightmare, and every morning, he would ask if we were giving him back and if he should go pack." Draco said, his eyes glazing over.

He sat in a trance-like state for several minutes before shaking his head and looking at the others in the room. they stared back. They jumped and turned as the door flew open. Narcissa Malfoy flew in. "Where are my babies?" She demanded, before her eyes fell on Draco and she scooped him into her arms. "Where's Harry?" She demanded of Severus. "Where is he?" He demanded again when he stayed silent.

"Mum? Why are you here?" Draco asked. Narcissa looked at him. "Those pendants you and Harry wear, they tell your father and I when you or Harry is in danger. And those pendants were practically screaming. I cane as fast as i could. Now, Severus, WHERE. IS. HARRY?" Narcissa demanded once more.

Draco was the one to answer. "He's in the hospital wing. He fell in the shower and I think he cracked his head open. There was a huge puddle of blood. Draco said, looking at his robes and the edge of his white button down, which had rapidly drying blood on the bottom inch of it. Narcissa gasped and took Draco's arm, leading him out into the common room, and proceeded out into the dungeon corridors.

She strode from the dungeons to the hospital wing, never slowing down. She threw open the portrait and went to the only bed with privacy curtains around it. Narcissa went inside, looking down at the young man she considered a son. His eyes were open, and he was shaking slightly. "Someone there?" He asked softly, and Narcissa nodded. "Yes, Cissy is here, Harry." She said. Harry nodded slightly.

"My head hurts. Madam Pomfrey said I can't go to sleep, because I might not wake up again. She has to brew a potion for me." Harry said softly, his eyes beginning to fall shut. Then they flew open. "She put a spell on me to keep me awake." Harry mumbled. Narcissa kept Harry talking. "What a day, huh? No classes yet, and here you are in the hospital wing. I have a feeling that you will spend a lot of time here." Narcissa commented.

Harry gave a weak chuckle. "I'm sorry." Harry said, becoming serious once more. "Whatever for?" Narcissa asked, and Harry said "For worrying you." Narcissa looked at the small boy on the bed. "Harry, it was an accident." she said. Harry looked at her. "Draco?" Harry asked the oddly quiet boy.

"I'm ok. I was just thinking." Draco said. "Well, if you're sure." Harry said as Madam Pomfrey came bustling into the room with a smoking goblet. "Drink this all up." She told Harry who took the goblet with a pout. He took a sip of the potion and grimaced. "Worse than pepper-up." Harry remarked, taking another gulp of it. this time he had to force his throat to swallow the thick, gluey liquid and not throw up the contents of his stomach.

He finished the goblet, and Narcissa handed him a glass of water, which he drank. He thanked Narcissa, and Madam Pomfrey told Harry that he could go. "But take it easy, and if you get a headache, go lay down." She ordered, and Narcissa helped Harry from the bed.

He stared down in disgust at the bloody robe he was still wearing. "Could you clean this?" Harry asked Narcissa. She muttered a very strong cleaning charm. Harry looked at his now clean robe, and the group made their way to the great hall.

Harry entered and sat down at the Slythrin table, oblivious to the looks he was getting. Draco and his mother followed Harry, sitting on either side of Harry, who was happily eating a piece of bacon. He only looked up when the post came. Four owls were winging their way to him. there was a brown owl, plain and unobtrusive, a black eagle owl, sleek and shiny, a blackish-blue owl with inky feathers that seemed to meld into one another, and a snowy owl he reconised as his own owl, Hedwig. Two of the owls had black and gold envelopes that trembled slightly in thir beaks, while the other two had scrolls of parchment.

"Hey Hedwig. What have you got for me?" Harry asked her, stroking her and giving her her favourite breakfast food: pancakes. Hedwig gave a soft hoot and Harry untied the parchment, and she flew off. Harry turned to the inky black owl. He knew who was writing him. "Hey Demitrius.( I don't know how you spell it!)" Harry greeted the owl, who have a hoot and nipped Harry's ear affectionately. "How is your friend?" Harry asked it, and the owl hooted again. Harry looked at the owl awhile longer, and Harry spoke once more.

"After I take your letter, go to the owlery. I will come find you when I have a reply." Harry said, taking the other roll of parchment. He turned tyo the brown and black owls. "May I take the letters?" Harry asked them, and they stuck out their legs in an affirmative. Harry took them, and they took to the sky.

Harry put the two scrolls in his pocket, and took the first gold and black envelope. He opened it, and a voice started cursing him. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE WIZARDING WORLD. YOU MUST BE GOING DARK! A SLYTHRIN, REALLY! WHAT WOULD YOU PARENTS SAY?" a voice screamed. Harry winced slightly. He opened the other one. "A SLYTHRIN? YOUR PARENTS WOULD BE SO ASHAMED! NOT ONLY DID YOU GET SORTED INTO SLYTHRIN, YOU ARE ASSOSIATING WITH A MALFOY! A MALFOY, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" The voice finished it's message and ripped itself to peices. Harry just swept the shreds away and left the great hall. As soon as the doors shut behind him, people glared at nothing, cursing the two women who would do that to such a broken little boy.

Griffindors helped Slythrins find out the identities of the two women who sent the hate mail. Soon, they had named them. Brigitte Sweetberry and Bessie Stillman. Then they made plans regarding revenge. Draco and a Ravenclaw named Hermione made an outline of what other people said. Fred and George Weasley, two Griffindors, ploughed through notes of their inventions and concocted four new ones to add to the parchment they would send to the women.

Narcissa held Harry while he cried. He kept asking her a single question "Why?" Harry asked again. "Why are they so mad at me?" Narcissa pulled him closer. "I don't know." She murmured into long inky hair. "I just don't know." Harry shuddered for a few moments before falling asleep.

Narcissa looked upon his sleeping face before tucking his head under her chin. She rocked him slightly, shifting on the cold stone floor. Narcissa looked around the little alcove. It was small, barely big enough to stand in. she heard people walking past them. She sighed, knowing Harry would be in no shape to attend class.

She sat a while longer, before gently shaking him and leading him out of the alcove. Narcissa made her way to the potions classroom, knowing that Severus would be able to help Harry.

Harry walked close behind her, avoiding eye contact with the portraits. Narcissa stopped in front of a door. Harry looked around her knees and saw a door. There was no sound coming from inside, but that changed as soon as the door opened.

Silence fell as Narcissa stepped inside. Harry was behind her, avoiding the fifth year class's eyes. He stayed behind her, her slim body easily hiding his own. Harry looked at the man he considered and uncle. A real uncle, not like his old Uncle Vernon.

"Severus. I daresay you heard the mail today?" Narcissa asked. Severus inclined his head. "Shall we adjourn to my office, then?" He asked. Narcissa nodded curtly and the two adults went through the door to the office, Harry training behind.

"Severus, I need you to tell Harry why he got that mail today." Narcissa sighed. Severus nodded, and picked Harry up, placing him on his lap. "You see, Harry, people think Slythrins are evil, because a man who was in that house caused great destruction. Because they are naturally cunning, people viewed them as evil, though every Slythrin knows that that isn't true. So, these people, who went to another school, or was in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Griffindor, thought that Slythrins were evil, because snakes represent evil to them, and they think anyone with a snake as a house symbol is is evil and murderous." Severus explained to Harry.

"But you are a surprise. You treat everyone equally, which means you have friends in all the houses. And after you left, they made a plan to get back at those awful people who wrote those mean letters." Severus explained. "you know, sev, I'm not seven." Harry said, smiling at his surrogate uncle. "Ahh, sometimes I forget what you were like when you were little. You acted so much older than you were." Severus said, his eyes glazing over. "Anyway, take Harry to his room, unless he wants to attend classes?" Severus said, looking at Harry.

"I'll go to class." Harry said, smiling slightly. "My bag is in the great hall." He announced, going and getting it. Narcissa watched the boy she raised from a small, skittish, shy boy walk down the hall. She turned to Severus. "Thank you. I know how much you hated James Potter, but you didn't take it out on Harry." She said, smiling at Severus, before she too took her leave.

This is going to be a bloody long day. Thought Severus with a shake of his head, replacing his 'cold bastard' mask and exiting the office and billowing back to the classroom, where students were attempting to brew a simple healing draught. Another day, another dollar. Severus thought, mentally smiling at the phrase his best friend used when he had to do something. Quite a day indeed.

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