Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter. I don't own Draco Malfoy. I don't even own Dear old Voldiemort. So what's a fan to do? Pretend to and laugh at the world. -HA HA-

Chapter 2: Answers

Draco Malfoy looked amazingly different from when Harry had last seen him. His black robes were torn and bloody, his hair was longer and shaggy, and his skin was covered in scars and caked blood. Gray eyes looked out from above dark circles and a mirrored surprised expression was upon his pale face. Besides that, he looked exhausted, leaning against the tree for support. And yet, he still looked menacing and ready to use magic if nessessary.

"How the hell did you get here?" asked Malfoy, a touch of fear in his eyes as he glanced around. Harry raised his wand a little higher. He was pissed, and what greater thing then to take it out on his greatest enemy.

"Apparated. And you?" he replied, eyes narrowed. There was something wrong about the way Malfoy looked relieved at his answer. The way that Malfoy was looking at him with no hate what so ever in his now-silver eyes.

"That doesn't matter now. The point is, it isn't safe here, Potter. Leave while you still can." This shocked Harry even more, but the feeling was soon drowned a swift anger overtook him. He was seventeen, and yet still no one told him anything. 'Just do it, it's for your own good.' The phrase seemed to echo around in his head. 'It's for your own good...'

"And what does that mean? Where are we?" he demanded, feeling that aweful temper of his rising once more as the wizard before him sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Must you always question reason? Get.Going.Now." Shouting voices, reduced to whispers from their distance, echoed off the trees. Light filtered through the open spaces in the forest.

"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit...," muttered Draco, pulling out his wand and raising it. Even more bewildered and angry then before, Harry barely had time to raise his own when ten black-cloaked figures surrounded them.

"You thought you could escape death, Draky?" cried Bellatrix Lestrange in her sick baby voice. At once, all of the surrounding death eaters cast stunning spells over the heads of the ducking boys.

"no," replied Malfoy through gritted teeth, "Just some death eaters." He jumped back and fired a random charm at the nearest, bringing him down. Harry started to fight for his life, though it was futile. Bellatrix stepped to battle him, and suddenly recognition gleamed in her eyes.

"Potter!" she shrieked, causing many to jump as they continued, "Draco's dealing with Potter!" Pure, venomous hatred flooded through Harry. He hit two stunning spells to his left and right, knocking off two death eaters, and then, without any thought at all, he cried,

"Crucio!" Bellatrix fell under his spell and hit the ground, screaming and twisting in agony. Harry paid little heed to anything else as a year of private brooding over Sirius' death poured through his wand and into the pain he gave the witch in front of him. Neville's parents' happy faces from the photograph and the boy's own revulsion as he watched the spider squirm swam before his eyes. A voice whispered in his head,

"You've got to mean it!" Hadn't Bellatrix shouted that at him after his first attempt at the unforgivable. Did he mean it now? Was this enough pain? Something big collided with him, breaking his train of thought. He fell to the ground and the spell broke, leaving Bella twitching and gasping for breath. Malfoy was on top of him, his eyes blazing.

"No time. You have to leave. One of the git's called Him, He's on his way. Do you hear me Potter: You-Know-Who's on his way here." Malfoy got up and pointed his wand at his aunt. Thick ropes bond around her body, confining it. A last piece wrapped around her mouth, so all they could hear were muffled threats. Black-garbed bodies lay all around them. Harry stood up once more and gasped as his scar prickled. From above them, a shadow passed over a group of stars. Harry's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Malfoy's now extremely pale yet determined face and realized that this boy, Draco Malfoy, enemy for 6 years, was preparing to die for him.

"What are you still doing here?" hissed Draco, glancing back at the sky to see the shadow pass closer. Without really thinking about it, without knowing if it would work, Harry lunged forward, grabbed Draco's shoulder, and turned on the spot. Darkness engulfed them, and it seemed to last lifetimes before the squeezing feeling subsided. Once more, Harry landed ungracefully face down in the grass, Malfoy right beside him.

Harry's head throbbed as he felt Voldemort's anger. A flash of an image: the meadow they had just left, and more ferocity as the Death Eaters started to awaken.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted at one of the them, and the man fell with a satisfying thunk. Again and again Voldemort raised his wand, until there was only one remaining. With a lazy flick, the rope disappeared from Bella's body. At once she was on her knees, bowing to him.

"Sire, it was not I. I spotted Potter, was about to stun him. It was I who found Draco, knowing he would betray us. Please, master, please." Harry watched this through Voldemort's eyes, which narrowed.

"Get up, Bella. You have displeased me. How ever, this night proved of some worth. how many were traveling with Potter?"

"He was alone Sire, except for Draco."

"Are you sure?" he asked eagerly.

"Y-yes." she sputtered, trembling under his stare. He nodded, his mind already at work.

"Good. There may be a chance of catching them. Is Draco still on our side?"

"No. He battled against us, and we came upon him talking with Potter."

"That is a shame. But no matter, such a small waste. He will be taken care of, in time, along with Potter." His vision darkened, and Harry passed out.

Harry cracked open his eyes. Bright light blinded him for a moment, and then he recognized a clear sky above him. Everything ached. his scar throbbed, and he raised a heavy hand to it, groaning.

"Oh good, you're awake." said a voice somehwere above and to his left. He lifted his head slightly to see Draco Malfoy sitting on a rock, his bad leg stretched out and his hands covered in blood from trying to stem the flow.

"There's a healing potion, in the front pocket of my bag. Drink it," croaked Harry, laying back on what he realized to be a pillow. It was the one he packed, and he was on his bedroll. He didn't remember falling asleep on this...or falling asleep for that matter. Realization hit him and the conversation he had eavesdropped in came back. A phrase flitted through his mind.

'He battled against us, and we came upon him talking with Potter...against us...talking with Potter...He...with Potter..."

"I can't take it, you're going to need it later," came Malfoy's voice from far away.

"Why did you help me?"

"What?"

(A/N: this is one of my first DracoxHarry stories. I got inspired one night and asked myself: what if Harry went all angsty? Pure.Massive.Chaos. So review me, cuz I might not continue otherwise, and other than that, have fun!

-Quicksilver)