WARNING: Graphic Rape!

For over the last month, ever since 7 year old Harry went back, Draco spend every spare minute of his time in the Hospital Wing. He would read to Harry, or just talk to him and watch him. During that time, Draco could sense something about Harry, something magical. He just couldn't place it and filed it away for later.

Just when Draco walked back to his room after visiting Harry, something crashed into him. Or rather, someone. Draco looked down, right into frightened green eyes. Harry was back. He was still scrawny and small but at least there were no visible bruises. It probably was getting better for Harry, Draco mused. The boy, who had fallen to the floor, scrambled to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled and tried to ran away again, but Draco grabbed him. Harry flinched violently.

"Please, don't touch me! I said I was sorry, please let me go!" Harry begged, trying to pull out of Draco's grasp.

"It's okay Harry, I won't hurt you! If I let go, will you at least stay here? You're safe, I promise," Draco said and Harry nodded. The blonde let the boy go and Harry didn't run. Though Draco could see that he wanted to.

"Thank you. Now what are you running from?" Draco asked friendly. He saw Harry shake.

"I don't want to tell," Harry whispered and Draco felt for him.

"Fair enough. How old are you?"

"I'm 9, who are you?" Harry was visibly scared and Draco wondered if it would be a permanent expression on Harry.

"I'm Draco and this is where I go to school. Do you want something to eat, breakfast is about to start." Harry nodded.

"Alight, let's go then." Luckily it was still early so not many students were in the Hall yet. They sat down and Draco started to load his plate. When he saw that Harry didn't take anything, he did the same for him as well, making sure that Harry ate it all. After breakfast, they went to Draco's room. Hedwig was waiting on his desk with the usual note. Draco took it.

Draco,

Don't have much to tell you, except that I'm 9 years old and that the memory is replaced with a new one.

Harry

"Is that an owl?" Harry asked, studying Hedwig. She nipped softly at his fingers, causing the boy to giggle.

"Yes, her name is Hedwig. Do you like her?" Draco asked. Harry nodded.

"I've seen pictures of them in my Biology book but never a real one," he said, petting the snowy owl.

"You know, I have a book with all kinds of creatures in it. Would you like to read it?" Harry nodded eagerly and Draco went to search for his book of Care of Magical Creatures. He picked the first one, not wanting to scare Harry with fearsome beasts. Harry's eyes lit up when Draco handed him the book. Draco himself went over to his desk and wrote 4 letters to Pansy, Blaise, Ron and Hermione, informing them of what had happened. He sent them of with Hedwig. Draco looked over at Harry, who was reading the book on the couch and he decided to get some homework done.

After he was done, he checked up on Harry and saw that the little boy had fallen asleep. It wasn't even noon yet!

'He must have been really tired then,' Draco thought and tucked him in with a blanket. He went to take a shower but when he came back, Harry was gone!

'He can't have gone back already! He just arrived and I didn't look into the Pensieve either!' Draco thought and went looking for him. He checked the dungeons and the Great Hall. Then he went to the Infirmary but he wasn't there either. Draco was about to panic when someone called his name.

"Draco!" He turned around and saw Hermione carrying a crying and struggling Harry. He ran over to them and Hermione put Harry down.

"Harry? Why did you run away angel? You're safe here," Draco asked and Harry started to shake.

"I don't know Draco but to me it seemed like he was sleepwalking or something," Hermione explained. Draco crouched down and took the boy into his arms. Harry stiffened and didn't relax. The shaking got worse too. Draco and Hermione exchanged looks that could only be interpreted as; 'this is not normal.'

'What happened to you Harry? You don't have any bruises that I can see, so what's going on?' Draco thought to himself and let Harry go. He took the small hand in his, thanked Hermione and walked back to his rooms.

In his room, Draco gave Harry his book and locked the door so he couldn't get out again. Then he took the small Pensieve and fell into the memory.

Harry was on the playground swing. Draco could see he had been crying and he had a black eye again. Then a big, fat man, with a big moustache came and dragged Harry off the swing.

"Running away again are you?! I'll show you boy!" the big man yelled and Harry was thrown inside.

"First you destroy Dudders Gameboy and then you run off. You need a lesson!" The man pushed Harry on the couch and in one motion his pants were off. Harry was screaming and crying.

"Stop uncle Vernon please, I didn't destroy it! I don't know how it happened, please, stop!!" Harry pleaded. But Vernon wouldn't listen and pulled his own pants down as well. With one hand, the Vernon guy turned Harry on his stomach and thrusted himself into the small boy underneath him.

Harry screamed and yelled, trying to get away from the unbearable pain. Draco felt sick and wanted to get out, not being able to see it anymore. He was stuck however and was forced to watch as Vernon came and left Harry on the couch, bloody and dirty.

"Clean up and make dinner!" Vernon sneered, while buckling his pants and left the room.

Draco fell back into his room and was just in time to make it to the bathroom and empty his stomach. His blood was boiling and tears stained his face. When he was feeling a bit less queasy, he cleaned his mouth and went to Harry, who was still reading the book with wide eyes. He smiled when he spotted Draco.

"Do these animals really exist?" he asked exited. Draco smiled and nodded.

"Yes they do. You like them?"

"Very much! Are they dangerous?" The small boy was very interested.

"Some are. They are like people; some are bad but most are good. Do you know any bad people?" Draco really wanted to talk to Harry about what happened and thought that this was a good place to start. Harry however shook his head. No, he didn't know any bad people.

"Are you sure? What about your uncle? Or your aunt or your cousin?"

"They are not bad," Harry answered in a tiny voice and looked down. Draco couldn't believe it! Didn't he discussed this with 7 year old Harry already!?

"Harry, I know that they beat you, make you do too heavy chores, lock you up and neglect you. I also know what your uncle did to you. It's called rape and it's wrong!" Draco explained. Harry started to shake and shook his head.

"No, uncle Vernon had to do that, I deserved it," Harry said, more to himself then to Draco. The blonde took Harry's hands in his. Harry flinched and tried to pull away but Draco held on.

"Look at yourself Harry! I just took your hands and you already are scared. That's not right, but it's not your fault. What your family is doing to you, is wrong!" Draco let Harry go and sat back, watching as Harry turned into himself. Afraid that this Harry would fall into the same coma as 17 year old Harry, he gently shook him. Harry didn't respond for a while but he finally snapped out of it. He started to cry and he crawled over to Draco.

"I'm sorry," the small boy whispered and Draco took his in his arms. Harry flinched again but seemed to relax slowly.

"You don't have to apologize to me angel. I just don't like to see you hurt. And your family is hurting you. But it will get better, I promise, just hold on. Would you do that for me angel?" Draco asked, holding the boy close. Harry nodded and tentatively rested his head on the blondes' shoulder. Draco smiled, leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the lightning bolt scar.

"You're a very special boy Harry, don't forget that," Draco whispered.

"Can I read now Draco?" Harry asked carefully. Draco laughed and summoned the book. Together they read the book. Harry asking questions and Draco answering them. Well trying to anyway. Draco wasn't exactly an expert in that area. Then suddenly, Harry was slowly becoming transparent.

"I don't want to go," Harry said and held onto Draco.

"You have to Harry. But you'll be fine, I promise." Draco carefully pried Harry's hands loose.

"Then come with me," Harry pleaded. Draco's heart clenched at the desperate plea and he had a hard time keeping his tear at bay.

"I wish I could Harry, but I can't. Don't worry, you'll see me again," Draco said and Harry was almost gone now.

"Okay. Thank you, for helping me. Bye," Harry said in a tiny voice and waved sadly to Draco.

"Bye angel," Draco whispered and Harry disappeared. Draco sighed and got up to take a walk outside. Halfway on trip, however, he changed his mind and went to the Infirmary instead. He sat down in the chair next to Harry's bed and took his hand. He pressed a kiss to it. Again he felt something around Harry. Draco thought about it and came to a shocking conclusion.

"You're wearing a glamour, aren't you?!" he whispered and took it off with a simple Finite. Harry immediately got thinner and his skin really pale. Draco could sense another glamour but he wasn't able to take it off.

"Oh Harry, what did they do to you baby? Why didn't I see it before?" Draco whispered brokenly. He rested his blonde head on the bed and silently sobbed, feeling overwhelmed with guilt of making Harry's life even more hellish over the years.