WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me.

The Medicine of the Tales by Clarisaa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D. From the book Tales of the Brothers Grim edited, selected, and introduced by Clarisaa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. This was up just a little more than a week, hope you like it! I will get to reviews next time.

Chapter 8: The Medicine of the Tales

Last time on Wrong Turn:

"Its drugs! You know, you snort it, it gets you high!" Harry said.

"Why do you have this?"

"What's with the 20 questions?" Harry yelled as he shook with rage.

"They will not help." Sev said.

"They seem to be doing a fine job." Harry looked close to tears and he was shaking even more violently that before.

"Why?" Sev asked plainly. Harry lost it then, his walls broken, as he yelled in distress,

"BECAUSE I'M SCARED!"

Silence rang throughout the room like the aftermath of a gunshot. 'Scared' was not a word normally shocking, but coming from Harry it was the most unnerving thing anyone could ever fathom to listen to. The young man was never one to show his emotions, and now here he was, tears almost in his eyes, speaking his biggest secret to people he had just begun to get to know. A small trail of blood began to flow out of his nose, and a shaking hand reached up to wipe it away.

Large, frightened emerald eyes widened and began dancing around the room, taking everything in as though it was the first time seeing them. They settled on Severus first, and then on Draco, before widening even further. Harry let his arm fall to his side once again before stumbling back a few steps, where the other two people took two towards him. Harry then took three back until he was against a wall.

"I'm so scared," Harry's voice was so quiet the others in the room weren't too sure they had even heard it. "You just can't even understand what I feel. God," Harry chuckled a dry, pitiful chuckle, "that sounds so conceded, doesn't it?"

When he was only met with silence he ran both shaking, aggravated hands through his hair, pulling slightly at the long longs. Harry's eyes, which had calmed of tears, began watering again. Confusion, anger, fear, and an emotion unnameable were in the orbs and the liquid seemed to magnify the emotions.

"I'm not even scared for me, really," Harry's voice began to rise, as did the desperation. "I'm scared for Remus...where the fuck is he? And what about everyone Voldemort is killing? What about them? Its my fault! It is, and I don't give a fuck what your going to say!" He snapped as he saw Severus's mouth open to retort. "It's true, and you know it!"

Silence once again rang in the air and Harry scoffed again, turning around and setting his forehead against the wall in what appeared to be defeat. His shoulders began to shake but he refused to cry flat out, refused to allow the salty demons to flow down his cheeks freely. And suddenly defeat and sorrow was replaced with anger.

"I want a fucking life!" Harry suddenly yelled. "Do you understand? I want a goddamn normal life! I'm only seventeen for fucks sake! BLOODY HELL!" He then proceeded to punch the wall, cutting his knuckled further, something the others had not noticed before.

The young man began hyperventilating, hands flying up to massage his temples. When he looked at the other occupants of the room they noticed the dilated look of his eyes and the panic that settled there. Harry tried backing up and upon finding himself in a corner ran forwards, knocking Severus to the ground as he rushed past. Before he could make it out the door, however, Draco had grabbed a hold of his shoulders and pulled him to the ground.

Sweat began to form on Harry's brow and Draco hastily raised a hand to swipe it away. He sat against the wall, pulling Harry between his legs so his back rested against his chest. One of Draco's long arms wound its way around Harry's chest and the other held his head back, soothing the panicked teen. Severus searched in his pockets for a calming potion, something he normally carried with him, and finding it he rushed to the two teens.

"Come on, Harry, you have to drink this," Draco whispered, holding Harry's head even more still.

Severus brought the vile to Harry's open lips and attempted to pour it down his protesting throat. Harry spluttered and coughed up what had been poured, the liquid running down his chin. Severus then brought his second hand up to massage the throat while Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair, and then proceeded to pour the contents again. When Harry had drunk everything given him to him he began to calm, and fell into a fitful sleep.

Harry sat on a the ground, his knees drawn up to his chest. There was no sound nor light, and he realized his clothing was not what he had just had on. He now wore a pair of loose-fitting black silk PJ's that looked fit for a king. Suddenly whispers could be heard all around him, though they were indecipherable. A wind picked up, whipping Harry's long hair about and in his face. He was cold, chilled to the bone, as though sitting in the snow.

Beneath his feet he felt something oddly like sand and when he brought his hands to the ground he lifted a handful of what felt like the same thing. Though it was pitch black and he could not even see his hand in front of his face, he saw the shadows move, and the whispers draw closer. Then there were soft lips on his ear, the whispers of a women close to him.

"Through fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode might culminate in a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us, and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives the way we soulfully deserve. Do not waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success. Listen. Learn. Go on. That is every tale's essence. As we listen to these ancient messages, we learn about deteriorative patterns, and we learn to go on with the strength of one who senses traps, cages, and baits before we are upon them, or caught in them."

A soft kiss was then descended upon Harry's ice-cold cheek and then it was gone: the wind, the voice, and the darkness. Harry was suddenly engulfed in a bright, blinding white light. He sat in nothingness, no sand, no sky, no ground, and no end. The words that were spoken to him were puzzling but oddly fresh. Though they were only spoken to him once he could recite them perfectly. Warmth began to spread swiftly through his body and he had the strange feeling someone was holding him.

Who was that women?

TBC...

A/N: This was totally re-written, so I hope you like it. Its not that long, but I'm trying to keep the same things in each chapter as in the original, and there wasn't much I could change about this one except the wording. The next chapter is almost done. I'm going to go shower and then finish it.

Review please! I really do love to know what you think. I'm open to suggestions...really. I have the last chapter written, actually, so I know pretty much where I'm going, but I love hearing what you think.

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Next chapter of Wrong Turn and A New Beginning coming soon.