A week past and Draco sat in his DADA class. He wasn't really paying attention and was thinking of Harry. After 4 year old Harry had left and Draco was done with the emotional rollercoaster, he went to visit Harry in the Infirmary. He had been sitting at his side for hours, listening to Harry's breathing and watching his chest go up and down. Then he got kicked out by madam Pomfrey and went straight to bed.

Now in DADA he couldn't help but think back and he got sad again. He still couldn't fully grasp the torture Harry went through. He swore to himself that when he would wake up, he would try to be friends to Harry.

Suddenly Draco felt a strong urge to go to his room. As Draco walked through the door, he heard a loud bang. In the living room, Harry stood again. He looked a bit older however, and more frightened then ever. Harry dropped to the floor and curled up into a little ball. Draco closed the distance and sat down next to him. Harry flinched violently and Draco hadn't even touched him.

"Harry? Are you okay? How old are you?" he went to touch his shoulder but Harry was already up and running through the bedroom door. Draco swore and quickly followed him. He looked around but couldn't spot the little boy. He checked the wardrobe, he wasn't there. Then he spotted some movement under the bed. He crouched down and there Harry was.

"I won't hurt you. Can you please come out?" Draco pleaded. The boy only retreated more into the dark and Draco got frustrated. He stood up again and sat down on the couch.

'How am I going to get him out of there?' he pondered. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a tapping sound. Harry's owl was sitting on the window seal. He opened the window and the bird flew in, dropped a little note on the couch and flew out again.

Draco quickly closed the window again and picked the note up.

Draco

I'm 7 years old now and I'm not talking. Why? That's what the memory in the Pensieve is about. I replaced it so take a look. And don't tell anyone! I'll be going back when you can get me to talk. In this period of my life, I'm very skittish, so don't do anything sudden. Good luck!

Harry

'Glad to have some information,' Draco thought and went to the bedroom again. He crawled under the bed. Harry backed away till his back was against the wall. Draco didn't come any closer. He heard Harry whimpering.

"Please angel, I'm not going to hurt you!" Draco pleaded. Harry still wouldn't listen and stayed where he was. Draco sighed. He really had no choice. He took out his wand and Levitated the boy from under the bed.

Harry screamed and kicked but he could not free himself.

"I just want to help! I won't hurt you, please calm down, or you'll hurt yourself!" Draco pleaded and Harry calmed down enough for Draco to lift the spell. Harry sat down and drew his knees to his chest.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you. Do you want something to drink?" Draco asked softly. Harry looked terrified but nodded. He stood up shakily and looked at Draco with tears in his eyes. Because Harry was wearing a T-shirt, the bruises on his arms were clearly visible. Draco looked at him more closely. Small cuts littered the young boy's face.

"Let's go sit on the couch," Draco suggested and grabbed the jar of Healing Salve on his way to the living room. Draco poured Harry some Pumpkin Juice and handed it to him. The little boy took it and with shaking hands, he sipped at it.

"Listen, I have a salve for those cuts and bruises. It's really good and it doesn't hurt. Do you want me to help you or do you think you can do it yourself?" Draco held up the jar and Harry looked at it closely. Then carefully, he took the jar and unscrewed the cap. He dipped in his fingertips and started to apply it on the cuts and bruises. Because of the clinical manner he did this, Draco suspected that Harry had to do this numerous times and it made the blonde's blood boil.

Harry gave Draco the jar back and looked at the floor.

"You got everything?" Draco asked softly. Harry nodded. The little boy curled up and laid down on the couch. In no time at all, he was fast asleep. Draco smiled and went to get a blanket. He carefully tucked it around the boy.

"Goodnight Harry," he sighed and watched him for a while. Even in his sleep, he looked far to tense and on guard. That was not normal behaviour for a 7 year old. Or any child for that matter. Draco took a deep breath to calm the fury that was threatening to surface again. Then he called for Dobby.

"What can Dobby do for Master Draco sir?" the elf squeaked.

"Can you get Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise for me please?" he asked and the elf disappeared. Draco place a Sound Repellent Spell on Harry when the first knock sounded through the air. Pansy and Blaise were the first ones to arrive. They gasped when they saw Harry on the couch.

"Is he back?" Pansy asked.

"Who's back?" Ron and Hermione walked in and Draco closed the door. They too were shocked to see Harry on the couch.

"He's sort of back, only now he's 7 and not talking," Draco explained.

"Why is he not talking?" Blaise asked. Draco glared at him.

"I don't know but if I did, I wouldn't tell you anyway," he sneered. Blaise held up his hands in defence.

"Alright! I get it! Jeez!" Draco sighed.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking care of another Harry again."

"As long as you'll let us know when you need help," Hermione told him firmly. With one last glance, the quartet left again and Draco went to bed.

Later that night, Draco awoke to a loud bang in the bathroom. He quickly got out of bed to check it out.

Harry was sitting on the floor, his shirt off and with the jar of Healing Salve in his hand. His whole chest was one big bruise. Harry looked at him, completely terrified and he tried to get as far away from Draco as possible.

"Please don't be afraid of me Harry, I won't hurt you. I'm not mad at you, I just wish you would've told me sooner," Draco said softly.

Harry was now backed up against the wall and shaking. Draco picked up the jar and slowly, as not to startle the boy, made his way over to Harry. He sat down nest to him and handed him the jar. Harry eyed him suspiciously, not believing he wouldn't get punished.

"I want to help you angel, not hurt you." Harry took the jar and started to apply the salve to his chest. When he was done, Draco could see him hesitating.

Little Harry sighed, hung his head and handed Draco the jar. Then he turned his back on him. Here too, bruises were decorating the young boy's skin.

"Do you want me to do your back?" Draco whispered. Harry nodded, still looking at the ground. He only flinched when Draco first touched his back. As soon as Draco was done, Harry pulled his shirt back on. That's when Draco saw the tears. He gently wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him in his lap. First, Harry struggled but when he saw that Draco wouldn't do any harm, he relaxed and cried in the blonde's shoulder.

"It's okay angel, it'll be alright, I promise," Draco soothed, fighting his own tears.