A/N: Well here's the second chapter. Enjoy!

Warnings: Slash, swearing and most likely implies abuse.

Disclaimer: It's not mine. I also want to say I don't have a doctor degree so anything pertaining to medicines or herbs or plants or anything like that is picked from my mind unless I do some research thus it's only slightly possible it's correct.

Chapter Two

Struggling To Walk

Harry gave a sigh of relief as they reached the bottom of the hill. It had been a long hike down as they had to climb over large boulders and jagged rocks to get down. Draco looked just as relieved as they were able to finally walk on level ground. They continued to walk a little way enjoying the soft wind that was blowing through their hair and making their robes dance. Draco stopped walking Harry over to a boulder. Harry sat down silently making sure not to jar his ankle anymore then he had to.

Draco sighed before looking around the general area. He moved around looking by trees and in grassier areas. Harry watched him move slowly and carefully as the blond searched for something in particular.

"What are you looking for exactly?" Harry asked sceptically. Draco gave a look of extreme concentration before looking over at Harry.

"Well, while you were lapping up your summers doing nothing and as a child playing outside. I was fine tuning my potions knowledge, along with many other things. I didn't have a childhood like most people. From the moment you wake in a pureblood home, you are working on learning spells, learning to fly a broom, mix the simplest potions and everything else you can try your hand at if you have the right teachers." Draco replied. Harry shook his head bowing his head.

"I would have given anything to have your childhood. You don't know what my life was like. Hogwarts is the best thing that has happened to me." Harry said quietly. Draco turned at him confused before picking a plant up. He walked over to Harry's side and pulled a bowl with a crusher out of his robe.

"You wouldn't have wanted my childhood, Potter. I wasn't treated like a King like you were." Draco stated as he began crushing the plant up. Harry laughed.

"You are highly disillusioned about my childhood then. I was no King; I was more like a house-elf like Dobby." Harry said then realized who he was talking to. "Go ahead laugh it up." Harry looked everywhere but Draco yet no laughter met his ears. When he finally looked at Draco, the boy had a kind of sad look in his eyes. Draco quickly looked away going back to crushing the plant.

"Guess both of us are disillusioned about the other." Draco stated. Harry nodded before Draco handed him the bowl. Harry looked down at it in disgust.

"You really don't expect me to eat this do you?" Harry asked quietly. Draco nodded.

"It will relieve the pain. So go ahead, eat up." Draco replied. Harry put it in his mouth and swallowed quickly. He handed the bowl back to Draco who pulled out his wand and used a cleaning spell before putting it back in his robes. "Come on, it's getting late. We need to keep moving."

They were both happy to find the Leaky Cauldron just were they left it. Of course the place didn't look as old as it was in their time, the quite opposite was true. It looked brand new with polished wood doors, shiny wood and fresh paint. Draco quickly helped Harry move to the door and inside.

The place was nearly empty of people and only the bartender seemed to be alive. Draco quickly moved to sit Harry in a chair. Harry sat down carefully trying not to injure his ankle anymore than he already had.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked quietly. Harry nodded slowly. Draco gave a small smile before turning towards the bartender with a serious look. Harry looked around in awe at the pub. The wood was polished and new. Everything was brand new and the door leading to Diagon Alley was open. Harry stared out the door, seeing a cobblestone street with very little shops built but still showing remnants of their Diagon Alley. Draco approached the bartender carefully.

"Can you tell me where I can find a healer? My companion is extremely injured." Draco said. The bartender looked at him dubiously before bending down closer to Draco's height.

"I don't know what you two are doing here but I don't think your families will be happy that you are here." The bartender said. Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry. He knew he looked like the generations of Malfoy's before him but did Harry really look like his ancestor's.

"I don't know what you are talking about sir, we are just travelling through here." Draco replied. The bartender looked at Harry before point towards the door.

"The man that can help you is two buildings down on the left hand side." The bartender said. Draco nodded his thanks before helping Harry out of the chair and towards the door. The walked down the cobblestone street carefully before entering the shop of the healer. The place looked like it rarely had many visitors as only a few chairs were set out.

Suddenly an wizen old man walked out from a backroom with mild surprise and smiled happily at them.

"Aw, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, I've been expecting you."

To Be Continued…

Okay now you are up to date where the old one left off. So I'm hoping against hope you guys really like this. So please please review.