Disclaimer- my cats can vouch for me, I don't own Harry Potter. Just because I can play the music, doesn't mean I own it. Thank you.

Thanks again to my reviewers, it's taken a bit of time, but I have another chapter.

Harry watched as Draco's body fell from the stage, causing everyone in the hall to stand up to see what was happening. Hermione, Neville, Fred, George and Nioka rushed from the Gryffindor table to Draco. Harry and Ron made a move towards the font of the hall only to be stopped by professor McGonagall.

"You must be sorted first." She said. "I assure you, Mr Malfoy is in capable hands."

The whole room watched as Hagrid, followed by the five Gryffindor students, carried Draco out of the hall. Harry waited numbly for his turn. What had happened? He had to see his friend.

"Potter, Harry." He ran up quickly and pulled the hat onto his head.

"Ah… Mr Potter. You have many qualities that are common in all four of the houses…"

"Can you make this quick? I have to go help my friend." He thought.

"Well. I know which house you belong to… GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry removed the hat and ran down the hallways of Hogwarts, searching for the hospital wing.

"Sirius!" Harry ran to greet his godfather. They embraced, then Sirius took him by the shoulders and looked into his face.

"How's Draco?" He asked.

"He hasn't woken up yet." Harry replied, "but Madam Pomfrey said he'll be okay." Sirius stood up and led Harry into the infirmary. Draco was in the only occupied bed. A small girl with long dark hair sat by him, holding his hand.

"…And I'll show you 'Spirited Away'…Harry!" She stood up and held out her tiny hand to Sirius. "Hi. I'm Nioka. You must be Sirius." He nodded at her. she opened her mouth to speak again, but as she did they heard a voice coming from the bed.

"I love pancakes!" Came the exclamation. They all turned to Draco, who appeared to be unconscious. Then his eyes opened and he sat upright with a start. "What the…? He noticed them all just as Nioka flung her arms around his neck.

"Draco! You're alright!"

"Only you could wind up in here before lessons had even started…" Sirius noted.

"Huh?"

"You've missed a couple of days of school." Harry explained.

"I did?" He said, downtrodden.

"Don't worry, I'll catch you up on everything."

"But, hey- you didn't miss Charlie's first lesson. It's tomorrow."

Madam Pomfrey entered the room escorting a large Slytherin boy with a broken nose.

"You can wait." She told him, huffily. "Fighting like muggles- I don't know. So Mr Malfoy. Hold out your hand." He did as he was told. "Now eat this." She said placing a small brown ball in his outstretched hand.

"Then can I go?" he asked, hopefully.

"Not quite yet. I need to have a talk with you and Mr Black."

"What about?" He asked.

"Don't worry Mr Malfoy, you aren't in trouble. Let me deal with Mr Flint, and then you two," she said indicating Harry and Nioka, "can leave." She gave a flick of her wand and the boy ran from the hospital wing.

"Now Mr Potter, Miss Hua. If you could come back later please." She ushered them out of the room and closed the door. Harry watched through the glass door as Madam Pomfrey talked with Sirius and Draco. They saw Sirius say something to Draco, softly, and to their horror Draco burst into tears. Sirius was cradling him, rocking him back and forth with tears in his eyes. Harry and Nioka both looked away, obviously both thinking the same thing. They walked down the corridor and to the Gryffindor common room without saying a word.

Ooooooohhh! Drama drama-drama. Keep the reviews comin' folks! I 'preciate the feedback.