Hey, sorry it's been a while. Bad computer connection. But, here it is. Enjoy
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Draco waited patiently in his room. Not fully recovered, he had spent many days and nights in there. He could not get used to the dreams. The medi-witches had told him that it would be a while before they eased off, and he never would truly be rid of them. Scarred for life you could say. He was set on agreeing with them. Life seemed easier now. He had told Harry everything he knew, painfully reliving the story, each memory like a knife to the heart.
Flashback
Harry sat at the side of the room, He had somehow known what Draco was feeling, and what he needed the most. Why else had he banned Ron from the room. Knowing that he had to tell his story sooner or later, he started, "It began at the start of last year, before school. Father had decided that it was my turn to become a deatheater, after him. He brought me to You-know-who, but I didn't want to be there. There was no way I wanted to be a murderer. I think he, You-know-who, saw this, I hesitated, so he set me a task that seemed impossible."
Here Draco swallowed. The blood had drained out of his face, leaving it paler then usual. His mouth was dry, but he forced himself to continue. "The task was, to, to kill Dumbledore. I had no choice. My family was where he could get to them, if I failed, he would kill them first. So I tried to find ways out. But there was no loop holes, not one. If I even managed to escape, he had my family. So I tried to get to Dumbledore. It took me a while, but I found it. A way to get to him. But I got there, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill an unarmed old man, even if it was to save my family. And then Snape came. He did it for me, and dragged me off, apparated us to the manor. His intentions were to keep me from running off, while He-who-must-not-be-named came, offer me up as a failure. My mother slammed the door in his face. And we ran into another room. She shoved a goblet at me, and opened a trapdoor, but it was too late. He had come. She closed the door on me, and I had no choice but to run through the corridors underneath our house, I ran, and…" Draco broke off, as a vivid scene surrounds him, out of his very nightmares…
The tunnel walls stare at him mockingly as he starts to run. He almost makes it to safety. Almost. A blinding green flash illuminates every tree, every leaf, and there is the unearthly sound of a woman screaming
In a second Harry is by his side. He seems troubled, and Draco looks into his eyes and finds something startling, but makes perfect sense. A look that told him that Harry had been through this before. A new feeling stirred in him. One of respect for Harry.
End flashback
Although reliving those memories had been agonising, he had felt better afterwards. He no-longer felt as if he deserved every bit of pain the world gave him. That said, he wsn't happy either. But he wouldn't complain. He just rested ate and was thankful that he wasn't being turned out. He sometimes had brief conversation with Harry or Hermione, but Ron was far from believing that his intentions were good, accusing Draco of various crimes. He was alone most of the day, but he didn't feel lonely. He knew that as soon as he recovered he had to make a choice. Either leave, and hide, or help Hary, and try to undo some of the wrong things he had done in the past.
Hey, hope you liked it. If it gets boring, please tell. I'm all for constructive criticism, as long as it's constructive, not mean. I am new to this, so tell me what you think.
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