Broken home chappie 6

Narcissa was worried for Harry. After coming out of the coma, he had periodic bursts of childlike behavior. Poppy, who had let Narcissa pull Harry out of Hogwarts, said it would pass after Harry had relived the most memorable parts of his childhood. It hadn't soothed her in the slightest.

Poppy had given the Malfoy woman a muggle video camera, for Harry to talk to. She said it would let them know what was happening in his head. Harry used it all the time, and twice every 24 hours, she would change the tapes, and watch the recorded one.

Tape 1

"Where Unkle Verwnon?" Harry asked the camera "If he finds the nice people, he'll hurt me some more. I don't like hurts." Harry whimpered, and he shifted until he was sitting curled up, with his arms wrapped around his knees.

"I'm scared." Harry admitted some time later. "If the nice people no hurts me, unkle will hurts me more when he finds out I wasn't being punshed, like a fweak is 'posed to." Harry confided to the camera. "Ant Petuna burned me, and it hurts lots, so maybe it'll count as some of the ouches that the nice people gave me?" Harry asked uncertainly, rubbing his left arm, where an electric red burn was.

"But maybe unkle will put the burny stuff on it and make it hurt worser!" Harry began to panic, and then stood. "Why am I in here?" He asked, child-life behind him. He hadn't noticed the camera and left the room.

End tape one

Narcissa cried softly, and went to find Harry. She healed his arm without the raven-haired boy's knowledge, and wanted to cry as Harry went back into childness.

She led him to the camera room, and left him alone at the boy's pleading.

Tape 2

Harry looked into the camera once more. "I don't know where my uncle is." Harry said, sounding older than the last tape. "Uncle Vernon won't be happy that these people are nice. He'll hurt me more. I don't like being hurt, but I deserve it for being a freak. I wonder how long it will take for these people to find out…and then to return me to my family."

End tape 2

Harry's childlike phase passed as quickly as it had come, but it left Narcissa sobbing. His innocence was amazing, but the fact that there was no doubt in his mind that he was a freak disturbed her greatly. It had been two days since these had started, and Draco had yet to leave his room.

Whenever Narcissa passed, her son was sobbing for the boy he loved. She had tried to get him to come out, but to no avail. Narcissa had settled for popping food in for him, though she hated doing so.

Severus was a mess, he was like a father to Harry, and seeing him in the state he was in had tore him apart. All he did was read book after book about trauma, and he barely slept.

Lucius had canceled every business meeting and was helping to keep Severus from starving or going sleepless. Harry was like a second son, and he found tears in his eyes more often than not.

Narcissa herself was only holding up because Harry needed her to. Harry had fallen into a routine, sleep, live as a normal boy for periods of time, during which he played outside, as Narcissa said that Draco had been called away to school while Harry recovered, and bouts of a childlike state.

Soon enough, the tapes changed to when he was living with the Malfoy family, and soon, it was memories from last year. Surely the nightmare was almost over, right? It had been 3 weeks since the mess had started, and Harry had gotten out of the hospital. Draco still hadn't come out of his room, and the elf that had been bestowed to him at birth said that Draco had eaten little, slept poorly, and hadn't changed, showered, or even looked anywhere but the ceiling since it all started.

Soon, Harry had overcome the bursts, and Narcissa had run off to tell Draco. Draco, hearing what his mother said through the door, had opened to door immediately and had asked where Harry was.

The elf hadn't exaggerated. Draco was filthy and smelled; he had lost far too much weight in far too short a time, and looked sallow, with dark circles and bags under his eyes.

Narcissa had cleaned him up, and had put a glamour on his face, and had released him to Harry who was falling asleep. Harry had made room for Draco, and they fell asleep together.

A/N: a burst of inspiration, to let you know just how messed up harry still is. He honestly believes these things about himself, causing him to be submissive and meek toward everyone, because he's afraid they will send him back to the people who hurt him if he does something wrong.

This will be a kinda inspirational fic, maybe a little depressive at times, but overall a story about healing…and I apologise it took so long, but between my new addiction-a great game, and my 3 jobs, there just isn't any me time left… 