"H-Harry?" Draco coughed from the doorway. His hand clutched the doorway as his body doubled over. "I talked to your aunt. She said that it was time for you to go."

"Okay, can I go talk to her before we leave," the young man asked as he slowly moved toward Draco, tracing the wall with his fingers.

"N-no. No. She had to leave, but I'm sure you can write to her."

Harry made his way to Draco and gently touched his hand. His fingers traveled up the arm to rest finally on his shoulder. "I'm afraid I have nothing to pack. My Aunt said she would get me new clothes Mr. Draco."

Draco suppressed a cry of sadness as the amnesiac boy addressed him. He pushed the thoughts away as he took Harry's other hand and touched it to the portkey.

No muggle would ever know of the boy-who-lived-in-the-dark.

They landed in a tangle of arms and legs in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Draco pulled Harry up, even as the boy cringed away. A house elf was at Draco's side at a moment's pause.

"Firecall Madame Pomfrey and tell her to come immediately with her emergency kit. We will be in my suite."

With a nod the elf disappeared with a crack. Harry whimpered at the seemingly unfamiliar sound. "Shhh," Draco soothed, "we're going to get you all better Harry. Come on. Lets get you in bed."

"A be-bed?" the other asked, "But I can't go in a bed," his voice dropped, "bad things happen in them."

Draco had to crush his anger, still gently guiding Harry to his room. Thank Merlin it was on the first floor. "Nothing bad will happen Harry, nothing will intentionally hurt you if I'm still alive Harry. I promise. I just want you to be comfortable. Aunt Petunia told me to take care of you." He said the last in a stern voice. Harry gave up the argument.

"Are we almost there Mr. Draco?" asked Harry, " 'cause I'm real tired."

Draco gently lowered his Harry onto the bed. "Yes Harry. Sleep a little bit until Madame Pomfrey gets here."

"Is she nice, Mr. Draco?"

"Yes you'll like her a lot. Sleep Harry."

When Harry drifted off Draco took a seat to wait for the nurse to arrive.

It didn't take long for Madame Pomfrey to arrive. Not five minutes later, the normally prim woman rushed into his room, looking the thrown together mess. Upon seeing the boy sleeping in bed with a vigilant Malfoy standing guard, she paled but came to stand next to the bed herself.

The blond man's voice seemed to suddenly echo in the starkly silent room.

"He doesn't remember."

She turned away from her patient. "What do you mean?"

"He didn't even know his own name. They were all dead in the the house…and he couldn't even remember his own name; he didn't remember me, nothing. It's like he is vacant. He kept a-asking for his Aunt while she lay on the floor rot- rotting in her own blood." Tears rolled down the young man's face.

"Draco," the nurse gently shook him, "I need you to calm down, okay?" Draco nodded. "Go and get Professor Snape. Tell him that Poppy needs his help on a patient."

Draco nodded and left the room.

"Severus Snape, Hogwarts," he called into the fire.