There was a persistent knock on the door and Draco woke with a jolt. The person knocked again, harder this time. Draco grumbled and opened the door to a furious looking Hermione and Ron. They pushed past them and he closed the door.
"What do you want?" Draco asked tiredly. Hermione advanced on him and Ron lingered close by.
"We want an explanation as to why you felt like you had to be a total bastard! Sure, you've always been one but this time you put Harry in de hospital with a very serious condition," she hissed angrily.
"I don't have an explanation for that! I was joking and now I see my mistake. I'm sorry, I really never meant for this to happen," Draco said sincerely.
"Harry had a point you know; why do you want to keep up with these stupid fights?" Ron asked.
"I don't know! Old habits die hard I guess." Draco sat down on the couch.
"You're not taking this serious, are you? You just put our friend in a coma, don't you care?" Hermione screeched loudly. Draco got mad now too.
"Of course I take this seriously! I just have another…" Draco was cut of by a loud, piercing scream, coming from his bedroom. He ran and opened the door. He turned on the light and rushed to the bed.
Harry was sitting against the headboard, knees drawn tightly to his chest and shaking with sobs. Hermione and Ron, who had followed Draco, gasped.
"Is that…" Ron whispered. Draco glared at him and focussed on the little boy on his bed. He carefully took him in his arms and hugged him.
"What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" Draco asked softly while rocking him back and forth. Harry nodded in his shoulder and held on tightly. Draco sighed and stood up. He carried him to the couch and sat down with him. Ron and Hermione stood frozen.
"What was the dream about angel?" Harry shook his head.
"You don't want to tell? Alright, I'm not going to force you, but I think it will be better if you tell," Draco tried. Harry hesitated but nodded.
"I just heard bad laughing and a girl was screaming and there was a green light and then my head hurt," Harry whispered all in one breath. Draco heard Hermione gasp.
"That's what Harry remembers about his mothers final moments. He told us in third year when the dementors effected him so. This is what he heard, right before he fainted," she explained.
"Malfoy, what the hell is going on!" Ron demanded. Draco felt Harry flinch.
"I would suggest you keep your tone neutral here Weasel!" Draco said calmly. He pulled away slightly and looked at the emerald eyes.
"Are you okay now?" Harry nodded. Draco gently wiped away the tears from the little face.
"Malfoy, we would really like to know what is going on," Hermione tried. Harry now noticed the other occupants in the room.
"Can they do magic too?" he asked Draco shyly. Draco laughed.
"Yes they can Harry."
"So if I do freaky things again, they won't hurt me?" he whispered and glanced over at Ron and Hermione. They looked at him sadly. Draco sighed.
"Harry, those things are not 'freaky'. They are natural to wizards. And no they won't hurt you. I think you'll like them," Draco explained. Harry nodded and snuggled deeper into Draco's arms. He was asleep in no time. Draco stood up and put him to bed.
When he came back, Harry's friends were sitting on the couch, softly talking to each other. Draco sat in the chair opposite of them.
"I know that little boy is Harry…" Hermione started but was interrupted by Draco.
"I know you don't trust me, especially after what happened this morning. I'm sorry for what happened, I really am. When I ran, I ran here and I fell asleep. I woke up to a noise and I found 4 year old Harry in my closet. Hiding. So I don't now what's going on, except that he is here for 1 week and then he'll be going back,"
"Back where? How do you know all of this?" Hermione eyed him suspiciously.
"Harry wrote me a note. I don't know how all of this is possible, but we don't really have a choice then to take care of him,"
"A note? Can we see it?" Ron asked, still not trusting him. Draco shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that,"
"Why not? Surely Harry trusts us. I still don't understand why he would give you a note." Hermione huffed.
"Harry asked to keep this a secret so that's what I'm gonna do,"
"You wanna keep little Harry a secret? He's got to go to classes with us. How else are you going to watch him?" Ron asked. Draco sighed.
"No of course not Weasel! Everything he tells me, everything I find out is going to be kept a secret. And yes, I'll do that." He added the last part because Hermione was looking rather disbelieving.
"We are his friends! We have a right to know Ferret!" Ron yelled.
"And I'm going to keep my mouth shut for once! Harry asked me not to tell you so I won't! Deal with it. Get out now, both of you!" Draco shouted angrily and shoved them out the door. Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He walked into his bedroom again and watched Harry sleeping for a while.
He suddenly remembered what Harry had wrote about a Pensieve. Draco picked up the baggy jeans and found a Pensieve about the size of a big round pebble. It fitted perfectly in his hand. Draco waved his wand over it and fell into the bowl of memories.