It's All My Fault

by Lying In An Angels Arms

Sometimes the right choice is wrong and the wrong choice is right. Draco's made a lot of wrong choices but they seem to be leading him right to where he needs to be. With Harry. Guilt's a funny thing though. It makes you feel like you're drowning. SLASH

5. Chapter Four

Title: It's All My Fault
Author Name: Lying In An Angels Arms
Rating: R/M
Spoilers: Books 1-6. Written After Half-Blood Prince.
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: Guilt is a funny thing. It makes the world seem so much...colder. Draco's guilty. Two deaths are on his conscious and the closest thing to a father he has now is hanging between life and death because of him. Guilt is a funny thing, it makes you wish you were dead. Draco's drowning in a sea of coldness and he can't grasp onto something. Can Harry Potter be that something?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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/Warnings/

Slash! (Harry/Draco. Lucius/Severus)

Depression, Suicidal themes (no suicide depicted), Mild non graphic self harm

strong language, Sexual scenes, mild character deaths.

Chapter Four: Dying to prove

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The raids started when I was a week old.

Father told me they'd been going on before then too, but not were not as frequent.

I swear a month didn't go by without a raid of some form on the Manor.

After the Dark Lords disappearance, they slowed to every two or three months.

One time, there was actually roughly a year between two raids. I was two when they stopped, three and two days old when they started again.

At age three, I didn't know what was going on. At age three, I was just able to store things away for later memories.

At age three, I began to truly despise Arthur Weasley.

You see, back then, Arthur Weasley was the leading man on the raids. I think they chose him because Father knew him at school. Arthur was one year younger then dad, same age as Severus and in the same year. Arthur was a Griffendor, of course, like the rest of his ancestors and his hellspawn.

I remember the first raid I'd ever experienced (and remembered). I had been having some nice dream, cuddled up with Brax, my toy dragon, in my bed. I was still sleeping in the nursery then, it wasn't until I was five that I got my own room.

I remember waking up to see someone looming above me, with flaming red hair. Back then, Arthur had a full head of hair.

To a three year old, the sight was petrifying. I remember wailing loudly, screaming and scrambling back. Arthur was probably trying to soothe me when he reached out a hand towards me but I thought he was going to hit me or grab me.

My screams alerted Father who ran into the room. He shoved Arthur, physically almost as if he'd forgotten he was a wizard, and scooped me into his arms. I clung to him pitifully, Brax lying forgotten on the floor where I'd dropped him.

I think Arthur tried to apologise but it was drowned out by my crying. Father took me out of the nursery, allowing it to be torn apart as the Auror's searched for Dark Objects. Mother met us in the family lounge, a smallish room with a fire and some couches. I sat on my Father's lap until the Auror's finally left, Mother stroking my hair to calm me.

For a long time, I was terrified of closing my eyes in case that crazy man with flames for hair came back.

The raids went on and on, especially when the Dark Lord rose again.

Sometimes I think that it's not my ambition that drove me into the Dark Lords arms, but the need to get back at the man with flames for hair.

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When Draco woke, he had little recognition of any previous events. He knew that someone disguised as Arthur Weasley had come to talk to him. He'd started panicking...then nothing. Then when he woke up again, he'd started panicking (again) because he couldn't remember what happened, which could have meant his memory was erased. Of course, then the lovely fake-Arthur Weasley appeared again, wanting to talk. Draco had attempted to attack the man, hoping to rip the glamour or defuse the potion manually but, surprise surprise, he was once again cursed. Draco couldn't remember getting on the bed next to Severus, where he was now lying nor did he remember anything the fake-Arthur Weasley had talked about.

Draco groaned and lifted himself up onto his elbows, glancing around the room. What do I do? Draco wondered. Try the door again? Would they really be that stupid as to leave it unlocked? He paused. Yes, Yes they would. He swung his legs of the bed and scurried, disorientated, towards the door. He grasped the handle and twisted. It gave way under his hand and he felt a sear of joy. Yes! Freedo- he stopped and turned back. Severus Snape laid on the bed, breathing steadily and looking to all who wondered, as if he was merely sleeping. But he's not merely sleeping, Draco sighed. And I can't just leave him here to whoever it is who's got us.

Yes you can, a snarky voice inside his head that sounded suspiciously like his grandfather, Abraxas. You're a Slytherin, Draco m'boy! Slytherins value their own lives, remember? What you're planning on doing is so...so...Griffendor.

It is not! Draco protested but knew the voice (Oh Salzaar's balls, I am going crazy) was right. Staying and risking getting killed for Severus was so Griffendorkish but Draco really had no choice.

I owe him a life-debt! Slytherin's always pay their debts.

Not always, the voice mocked. Only when it suits them, remember?

"Enough!" Draco said out loud. "I am staying right here!" Draco let go of the door knob and stalked back over to the bed. He collapsed next to the unconscious man and crossed his arms, in a huff. "I don't care if it's bloody griffendorkish! I owe him my life."

Suit yourself...griffendor, the voice snarled, cruelly amused. Draco placed his hands over his ears to try and drown out the mocking laughter that filled his head.

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"It's so good to be home!" Ginny squealed, the first one through the front door. She quickly shed her pink coat and threw it towards the nearby cloak hook. It landed on the floor next to the muggle adapted device but she didn't bother to pick it up.

"Yeah! We've got to-" Fred said

"-agree with ya, lil sis," George finished.

"It's good to be back!" The two announced at the same time with matching wide grins.

"eet iz zo clean, mizzuz Wheezy," Fleur said stepping inside and allowing Bill to gently remove her cloak from her shoulders for her. "'oou are a fantaztic 'ouse-maker."

"Thank you Fleur," Molly replied stiffly, her dislike of the pretty blond coming back full force. Arthur took his wife's cloak off as well, shaking his head in amusement as Charlie and Ron raced from room to room like hyper children.

"What's to eat?" Ron asked, poking his out from the lounge to stare at his mother.

"Ron, you're a bottomless pit," Ginny's voice came from inside the room. Ron turned to stick his tongue out at his sister before quickly returning to looking at his mother.

"I'm really hungry," he whined.

"You just ate at Fleurs house!" Bill protested with a laugh.

"B-but that was ages ago and we portkeyed! You know that makes me hungry!"

"Breathing makes you hungry," Charlie snorted, walking out from the kitchen with a Liquorice Snap Cake.

"Where'd you get that?" Ron demanded, locking eyes on the sweet cake.

"Kitchen."

Ron hurried to the other room, not looking back as his family laughed lightly at his obsession with food.

"Mum! Come braid my hair," Ginny begged from the lounge and, with a smile, Molly hurried to head her daughters request.

"Dad, wanna play quiddich?" Fred asked with a goofy grin.

"I can't," Arthur said awkwardly. "but how about you round up your brothers and I'll come watch a little later?"

"Okay!" George grabbed Fred in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles brutally against his brothers head. "Come on! Lets play!"

"Comffg!" Ron yelled from the kitchen, obviously still devouring snack cakes.

"You gonna play, Billy?" Fred asked, scrambling out of his twins choker hold.

Automatically, Bill raised a hand to touch the scars on his face. He had had to stay in the hospital for little over a week and most of his wounds were healed. It was just a reflex, as if to check if he was still disfigured. Bill sighed and removed his hand from his face.

"Sure," Bill said weakily. Fred and George cheered, rushing off to get their brooms. Fleur drifted off to go see Molly and Ginny, while Arthur watched his eldest sons with pride. Charlie offered Bill a reassuring grin and grabbed his arm.

"Come on, Bily-boy. You can borrow my old broom," Charlie said, leading his brother to his old room.

Arthur was left standing in the hallway, the sounds of his wife, daughter and future-daughter-in-law bickering coming from his left. He chuckled and let out a releaved breath.

We're all safe.

Arthur paused, glancing up at the above floor. All of us. Even if they don't know it. He sighed and peeked into the lounge. Molly sat on one patched up couch, her hands running through her daughters fiery strands as she argued with Fleur on the prettiest braid. Ginny watched on with amusement, almost forgotten by the other two.

Arthur smiled. "Love?" He said tentatively, getting three pairs of eyes locked onto him almost at once.

"Oh, hello dear. What is it?" Molly flushed lightly.

"I'm going to head up to the fourth floor. Did you tell the kids to stay out of there, yet?" Arthur asked. They had discussed it with the Order and decided that, until Malfoy and Snape were fully healed, that none of the children know they were in the house.

"Oh, no not yet, love. You should go tell the boys," Molly suggested. She ignored the curious looks from the two other females and kept her eyes on her husband.

"They're going out to play quiddich. I'll tell them later," Arthur decided. "I'll see you in a little bit, love." He smiled at his daughter and future-daughter-in-law before turning on his heel and hurrying away.

He heard his sons laughing in their rooms as they searched for the brooms while he hurried passed the doors. He paused to listen in on them. They were bickering about who would play what position and on what broom. He had been walking quietly, hoping to pass by them unnoticed but Arthur could have sounded like an elephant and they would not hear over their own laughter. He gave the closed door a smile before hurrying passed and up the nearby stairs.

It took him little to no time to reach their 'guests' room. He grasped the door knob and gently pushed it open. Malfoy was lying on his side, facing away from the door. Arthur could see the young pale hand lying carefully on Snape's chest, monitoring his breathing even while they both rested.

"He really cares," Arthur whispered with some surprise. He stepped into the room and closed it behind him with a quiet 'snap'. Still, the blond slept on.

How am I going to talk to the boy? He'll attack or freak out as soon as he sees me. Arthur sighed. Maybe I should send one of the kids...no, just No. They don't need to know until he's healed. Arthur pulled out his wand from his belt and fiddled with it as he thought. I could immobalize him? No, that wouldn't make him trust us anymore then holding him at wand-point would. Perhaps if I silence him? That way he can't speak...no that would scare him. He eyed the space from him to the boy with some distrust. If the boy attacked and Arthur hesitated, Malfoy could do serious damage in a short amount of time. That's it! A barrier! It'll seperate us and that way he wont think I'll hurt him and we can talk!

Arthur waved his wand and whispered "Separboucile." The spell, of french origins, was designed by a particularly fed-up house-wife who decided to split her families house down the middle. One side for her and one side for her husband. The children, of course, could move freely throughout. The spell was made to create an invisible barrier (which became visible on contact) to separate two parties at all times.

"There," Aurthur said as he poked the invisible barrier with his wand, causing a faint red wall to be seen splitting the room in two.

Arthur cleared his throat, nosily. "Eh-Ehm? Mr. Malfoy? Please wake up, I need a word." He tried to sound as polite and formal as possible. Had it been one of his sons he was waking, he would have merely yelled their name and threatened to remove their brooms from them if they didn't rise in a set amount of time. Of course, Draco Malfoy was not Arthur's son, so the situation became less familiar and more nerve-wracking.

Malfoy rolled over with a faint whine, turning to face Arthur but not waking further then that. The Weasley father was gifted with the rare sight of Draco Malfoy, asleep and relaxed. The usually harsh, sharp features had soften. The pale skin which was heavily marked under the grey sweat-shirt (Arthur was sure the boy hadn't realised yet that he was wearing hand-me-downs) was flushed slightly as he slept peacefully. Arthur felt guilty about waking him but he needed to get the confusion sorted out before it went too far.

"Eh-hem?" Arthur tried again. "Mr. Malfoy? Wake up please!"

"Nuuu," Draco whined sleepily, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes. "Goway. Sleepy."

Arthur bit back a chuckle. "Mr. Malfoy, I need to speak with you."

"Urgh," The boy groaned, finally waking. It seemed to come back to him in stages. He sat up quickly and turned to the side to check on Snape, sighing in relief at finding him where he had been left the night before. Secondly, the fact that someone had talked to him seemed to sink and he spun around to stare at Arthur.

"W-What? Leave me alone!" Malfoy yelled suddenly, after recognizing the man. The room had gotten progressively lighter and he was now able to see almost perfectly again.

"Calm down, Mr. Malfoy-" Arthur tried to soothe.

"Don't call me that!" Malfoy snapped, glaring at the Weasley. "I am not my father!"

Arthur looked startled and slowly nodded his head. "Alright then, Draco." He stressed the boys given name as if to prove that he was doing as requested. "I need to talk with you about something."

"I'm not telling you where Potter is," Draco said suddenly, shocking Arthur. "I don't care who you've polyjuiced yourself into this time, I'm not telling!"

"Calm down, Mr- I mean, Draco. I have not taken any Polyjuice," Arthur soothed.

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

"How?"

"...Stay in here for an hour! It can only last that long. Severus refused to create a longer Polyjuice potion, remember?" Draco sneered.

Arthur nodded his head and, waving his wand at a book lying nearby, transfigured it into a chair. He sat down calmly.

"Since I am going to be in here for an hour, will you permit me to talk to you?" Arthur questioned lightly, trying not to frighten the already skittish boy.

Draco pondered that request, drawing his knees up to his chest and peering at the red head through lowered eyelashes. "...Fine. But don't expect me to answer anything."

Arthur smiled. "Good. How are you feeling today? Molly has been giving you healing potions while you slept. It was easier that way."

"Easier to poison me, you mean," Draco muttered under his breathe but said nothing more.

Arthur winced. "You don't have to believe me but we did not posion you."

"That's what the poisoner would say if he poisoned someone," Draco pouted stubournly, making Arthur sigh.

This is going to be a LONG hour.

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"Arthur? Are you in there?" Molly called out, pushing open the door. Fifteen minutes after she'd finished braiding Ginny's hair, she had gotten worried about her husband. What if Malfoy had overpowered him and escaped?

"Yes, love," Arthur said with a smile from his chair. "I'm proving to Mr-I mean, to Draco that I'm not taking Polyjuice."

Molly put her hands on her hips with a huff, shooting a glare towards the blond teen who sent one right back. "Really? That's just silly! Arthur, come on out. You don't need him to believe you. As soon as they are healed, they will be gone from here and no longer our problem."

Draco growled lowly, crossing his arms and stubbornly looking away.

"Molly, love." Arthur frowned. "You can't be serious. They are injured. We need to get along with them because, by the look of Severus, they wont be leaving any time soon. Now, I think I will stay here. Draco and I were just talking about the Quiddich season." Arthur pointedly turned back to Draco. "So you really believe the Chudly Cannons can take the champions ships?"

Molly huffed and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Arthur winced.

"..Why did you do that?" Draco questioned quietly.

"What?" Arthur raised both eyebrows in question. He had never quite managed to raise only one.

"Get her angry...over me."

"Oh," Arthur chuckled. "Molly has a fiery temper. She'll go bake some cookies then she'll come to her senses and appologzie. A marriage isn't a marriage without a few fights along the way."

Draco stared at Arthur in confusion before looking over his shoulder at Severus.He sighed, turning slightly so he wasn't facing Arthur anymore, but sitting paralel with the bed, so he could see both Severus and the other man.

"How bad is he hurt?" Draco asked abruptly.

"Bad," Arthur replied promptly. He saw no reason to mince words. "Mentally and physically. Do you know what happened to him? It will help us treat him if we know exactly what we're dealing with."

Draco stayed quiet, staring down at the dark haired man.

Arthur sighed. "It's alright. We can just keep giving him general med-"

"Cruciatas. Quiritas. Perdustulo. Flerea. Terriatas," Draco listed abruptly, making Arthur gape. "I mean," he winced, "I wasn't conscious for all of it but those are the ones I can remember. Cruciatas, Flerea and Quiritas are mental curses, he'll have to suffer through them on his own even if you give him a potion to help."

"a-and the others?" Arthur didn't want to know but it seemed the wounds to Severus Snape were more serious, and dark, then they had inticipated. "What about the others?"

"Perdustulo, you wouldn't have heard of that one." Draco stared at the opposite wall, not looking at Arthur. "The burns on his chest are made by that curse. It creates burns and makes them seep blood. He should have a blood replenishing potion everyday to recover what he's lost...Teriatas is worse." Draco turned unseeing eyes to stare at Arthur. "It creates permanent scars. All those cuts...on his chest...and his back...he'll never get rid of them."

"Oh Merlin," Arthur gasped. "It-It's worse then we feared. You-You say a blood replenishing potion each day?"

"Yes." Draco nodded. "Along with a Cruciatas-cure mixed with a Dreamless sleep for the Quaritas. Flerea is a different sort, a patronus should be cast near him everyday to chase away that curse. The Perdustulo seems to have stopped effecting his burns. A potent burn salve rubbed into them everyday, along with a numbing potion, should help fix those though he will have faint scars from those as well."

"You...you know your potions," Arthur mentioned, forcing a light tone into his voice.

"Of course!" Draco smirked proudly. "Severus didn't raise an idiot in potions!"

Arthur blinked in surprise at the wording. "Raise?"

Like a dorm slamming shut, the cold mask slid back onto Draco's face and he refused to answer. They sat in silence for the rest of the hour, pondering what the other had said.

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Arthurs wand vibrated in midair, getting both mens attention immediately.

"Ah!" Arthur smiled. "The hour is up. I hope this puts your mind to rest, Draco. I am not someone polyjuiced as Arthur Weasley. I am Arthur Weasley."

Draco merely stared at the wand in disbelief, even once it had been removed from the air by Arthur.

"Are you alright?" The father of seven questioned, seeing Draco's peaky look.

"W-why?"

"Why what?" Arthur looked confused.

"Why did you take me...us in? H...I mean we killed Dumbledore," Draco's voice was strained and he still didn't meat the other mans eyes.

"Ah," Arthur gave a sad smile, "because that's what we do...we help each other. Now, if you don't mind, I need to pee!" He stood up and stretched his creaky bones with a joyful sigh. "Do you feel up to eating a proper meal? I can bring one up. You've been living on potions for two weeks, that's not healthy."

Draco nodded his head once, staring blankly at the opposite wall.

Arthur hesitated at the door and with a flick, the invisible wall between them fell down. He nodded his head, pleased with his work, and walked out. He quietly shut the door behind him.

Draco didn't even see him leave.

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That idiot! Draco fumed once Arthur had left. Doesn't he knew that when your enemy is weak you're meant to go in for the kill, not make them feel better! Urgh! They'll never win this stupid war with that attitude.

Draco paused, blinking and looking away from the wall. Wait...do I want them to win? No! I want Father's sid...no...I don't want that either. Father's side shouldn't win...after what they did to Mama, they should pay! But I don't want Potter to win either. BAH! Can't they both just die and make my life a whole lot easier.

He drew his knees up to his chest and lent back against the wall, sitting on the pillow next to Severus's head. He stared down at the older man and, with a stroke of genius, crossed his legs. He pulled the pillow out from under the black hair mans head an dplaced it on his lap, moving Severus's head to it rested in Draco's lap. There! Now he's comfortable. Draco looked quite proud of his idea and began to run his fingers through the potion masters hair as he went back to thinking. I suppose I can understand why they would help their own people but why help me? Help us? We killed their leader...okay, so I couldn't kill him but I was planning to! And I let all those death eaters into the castle, that's got to count for something.

Draco laughed bitterly, out loud. This is pathetic. I am upset that I didn't get punished by them. That's just stupid. I didn't do all of that for attention! I did it for the cause! The cause...wait...what is the cause?

Draco frowned.

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Arthur, after finishing in the bathroom, hurried down the stairs. He arrived at the kitchen and grinned. All of the kids (except Percy, of course) were in the kitchen, arguing over food. Molly had, after getting angry at Arthur, apparently cooked not only cookies but scones, mini cakes, more liquorice snap cakes and several other chocolate confectioneries. Arthur winced slightly. The more food she made, the angrier she was at him.

"Dad! Look what mum made!" Ginny squealed, holding up a chocolate in the shape of teddy bear. "Aren't they cu-u-u-ute?"

Arthur smiled and leaned over to take it from Ginny. He made a show of examining it, under her watchful eye, before quickly shoving it into his mouth before she could snatch it back. "Delishus," Arthur said grinning around the chocolate.

"Hey!" Ginny shrieked, tackling him playfully. "Give that back!"

Arthur opened his mouth, preparing to show her all that was left of the yummy chocolate when Molly looked over with a scowl. "Don't you dare, Arthur Weasley! You close that mouth of yours and sit down. You're setting a bad example for the children!"

"Sorry, dear," Arthur said, hiding a smile. He went to sit down next to Ginny but thought better of it. He stepped around the table, walked up behind Molly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I'm sorry," He whispered, for her ears only.

Molly sighed and gave him a loving look over her shoulder. "Me too," she whispered back.

Arthur, of course being where Ron got it from, ruined the mood by trying to pinch one of the freshly made scones she was preparing on the counter top. "Arthur Weasley! You sit down before I decide to throw you out of my kitchen! Go! Sit!"

Arthur grinned and did as he was told.

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Arthur sneaked away half an hour later, with a plate full of food. He hurried up the stairs and to the fourth floor, while his family messed around in the kitchen attempting to help clean up.

I'm so lucky to have my family, he mused as he opened the door into, as he now refured to it, Draco's room. He peeked inside, hoping the boy wasn't asleep.

He wasn't.

Draco sat at the top of the bed, pillow on his lap and Severus's head on the pillow. Draco's pale hands ran absently through the black strands as he stared at the wall in thought. He didn't even noticed the door open.

Arthur was faintly surprised by the scene. It's true he'd thought them to be close but they way they were was almost...too close.

They can't be...it's impossible, Arthur thought. Severus would never take a student as a lover.

"Is that for me?" Draco's voice broke his thoughts.

Arthur started and stared at the blond but he was still watching the wall. Arthur glanced down at the plate and stuttered out a "yes."

"Good." Draco nodded but offered no thank you or appreciation for it.

"Where do you want it?" Arthur asked.

"Here," Draco said, patting the bed next to his thigh. Arthur nodded and walked over, placing it on the bed. He paused, staring down at the relaxed face of Severus Snape.

Impossible...but I think he looks more relaxed being in Draco's lap, with Draco touching his hair...maybe they are lovers.

"He's not going to wake up...not like this..." Draco said quietly, startling Arthur.

"What? Why...why not?"

"The curses. The three mind curses are too strong. He can't counteract all of them alone. I wish I knew legimency better. Then I could go in and help him."

"...so...he's going to sleep until he overcomes the curses? Isn't there a counter curse or a potion?"

"No. Besides the ones I mention earlier...like the patronus but they'll only aid him. He's got to do this himself or with someone inside his mind."

"...you two seem close..." Arthur said tentatively, hoping the mask wouldn't close down on the teens face. It didn't but Draco never took his eyes off the black haired mans face.

"We are," was all Draco said. One hand ran through surprisingly silky strands of hair, the other rested on his chest, just below his throat.

"That's...good?" Arthur said, unsurely. He looked at Snape with curious eyes before glancing back at Draco. "I'll leave you to eat. Put the plate outside the door when you're finished."

Draco nodded.

"Okay...bye?" Arthur walked to the door, glancing back to see that Draco was gently stroking Severus' chest with his free hand. He hadn't even glanced at the food yet.

Arthur sighed and hurried from the room, closing the door behind him quietly.

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Draco listened to the click of the door as it closed. He turned slightly, staring at the wooden door. He still couldn't believe that the real Arthur Weasley was caring for him and Severus. It was crazy. Draco glanced at the food sitting innocently on the plate.

Probably poisoned, He reasoned with himself. The cakes that sat there were tempting him, smothered in chocolate icing and sprinkles. Draco fought back drool as he stared at them.

"Just one," Draco said quietly, reaching for a cake. "One wouldn't hurt." He lifted it and bit into it tenitively.

Soon the whole plate was gone. Instead of getting up and putting it outside the door, he simply placed it on the floor by the bed, so he didn't have to move Severus. Draco settled back against the wall with a sigh.

I'll just nap a little, he decided, closing his eyes and giving a small sigh of contentment.

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Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, wiped away a few scarse tears from his face and lifted his face to the sun. He sat out the back of Number 4 Privet Drive, alone.

Alone, Harry sighed, I'm always alone. Maybe that's how it's meant to be. I'm meant to be alone.

Yeah...that's it.

I'm meant to be alone.

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Authors Note:

Wooo! Longer chapter! (9 pages in 12 font! Yes!)

Warning, It is unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine Dx feel free to point them out for me!

Okay, So Draco's sort of excepting Arthur as a 'constant' thing and excepting the fact that...he can't really get rid of the meddling coot xD He doesn't have to like it though!

mwahahaha, fear the Teenage Angst that is Harry Potter! More on his mental state next chapter.

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I've got a question for all you (wonderful!) reviewers,

Am I pacing this story to slowly? I know how annoying it is to read a super-slow story that takes forever to get to the action.

Do you think I should make it a little more fast pace or leave it the way it is now?

(Oh and the way I've planned it, Harry should arrive at the burrow in two-three chapters. Next chapter is the Weasley Kids discover Draco (Dun-dun-Duuuuun! :bad attempt at dramatic music:))

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REVIEWER RESPONSES:

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Don't worry! He's coming around to Arthur. You can understand why he didn't immediately jump at the thought of Arthur saving him. He doesn't have good memories of Arthur. Poor dear.

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