Violet Fire and Eternal love

Author- Lisi the slayer

Chapter Twelve

Harry slowly woke up, he felt utterly right with world. He saw a pale arm draped over his chest and he grinned, not yet having the energy to push it off.

Last night had been incredible, it felt like they had just become right with eachother again. Like the way things were before.

Harry knew he had been partially in the wrong and although he had no intention of giving up looking for a cure, he wasn't going to let it take over and push Draco way.

A strand of silky blonde hair fell into Draco's closed eyes, Harry grinned at how innocent Draco looked when he was sleeping.

He could barely remember the times when he would have looked upon this boy and hated him. He could remember however the day Draco had come for help.

The day he had escaped from his father and collapsed in their home.

(Flashback)

It was a horrible day, the sky was a dark grey and the horrible storm had just ended. Harry looked out of the window from his room. 12 Grimmauld place had certainly lived up to it's name.

Grim.

Another meeting had only just ended and Harry felt it had been pointless. Nothing they planned to do seemed to be happening, people still got hurt and Voldermort was still very much alive.

It had all been extremely quiet but all over a sudden he heard an explosion of voices.

" LET ME GO ! UNHAND ME !"

" NEVER YOUR A SPY YOUR GOING TO REPORT BACK TO THE DEATHEATERS !"

" HEY SOMEONE GET HARRY WE HAVE A UNWELCOME GUEST. !"

" LET ME GO "

Harry didn't wait for whoever had been called to fetch him to come. He had heard from here and he rushed out of his bedroom and into the main hall way. The sight shocked him beyond anything he could have imagined.

Fred and George had the most wicked expressions on their faces and were tightening their hold on a younger boy, the same age as Harry firmly in place.

Harry's eyes widened when he saw the boy.

" M-Malfoy ?"

Malfoy's head which had been hanging downwards as if he didn't have the strength to hold it up, shot upwards and he met his nemesis eyes.

Harry gulped slightly.

Malfoy's current state was a far cry from the state he usually was in. His hair was wet and covered in mud. He had flecks of mud on his face which helped only slightly to cover the extensive bruising on his cheeks. His bottom lip was badly cut and his eyes had never looked so grey and terrified, any traces of blue seemed to have deserted them.

He looked at the boy and saw he was barely standing, in fact the only thing that seemed to keep Malfoy from falling to the ground were Fred and George.

Harry's eyes suddenly noticed that his once white top was heavily coloured in a crimson. He had lost a lot of blood.

George decided to end the deadly silence that seemed to have gathered."

" Yes Harry one and only Malfoy, question is what we do with him ?"

" Yeah " Fred spoke up.

" He's a Deatheater. I bet he's a spy we should kill him, we can't let our location get to Voldermort. "

George glanced down at Malfoy.

" I agree with Fred, we should kill him, don't look like he going to be able to put up much of a fight."

Harry's gaze never left his old nemesis face and he saw an impossible amount of fear fill those grey eyes.

" I'm not a spy -"

" That's what they all say "

Fred mocked Malfoy, clearly enjoying himself.

" I'M NOT, I was looking for you, I was looking for you-"

" -So you could hand us over the the Darklord "

George finished for him.

" NO I WASN'T I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU FOR HELP !"

Everyone in the room had very different reactions to Malfoy's outburst. Fred and George let go of Malfoy suddenly and burst out into hysterical laughter. Whereas Harry was frozen to the spot and he watched how the instant Fred and George let Malfoy go, and despite Mafloy's small attempts he had fallen to the ground in a heap. He couldn't get himself up again.

" Fred, George, you are absolutely sure he's a Deatheater right ? I mean you've seen the mark on his forearm right ?"

Fred and George paled slightly and far more roughly then Harry thought they would grasped Malfoy's arms and hauled him back on his feet.

Ignoring the yelp of pain Malfoy made. Fred and George searched both of Draco's forearms and found nothing put pale unmarked skin.

" Harry, he may still be a Deatheater, he's still young, he may not be old enough for the mark yet. It doesn't mean he doesn't serve him. And think of his father for goodness sake."

Harry watched with confusion as Malfoy visibly shuddered in fear at the mention of Lucius.

" Please Potter, I don't serve him. I know stuff, stuff from the inner circle, I can help you."

Fred and George laughed harshly and let him go watching in satisfaction as Malfoy landed in a broken heap.

" The only thing you can help us with Malfoy is to send us to our deaths. I would say it had been a pleasure to know you, but that would be lying."

George told the fallen boy harshly.

Fred and George both pointed their wands at Malfoy, and suddenly everyone was looking at Harry.

Fred and George were looking at Harry to draw his wand and for them to kill Malfoy.

Malfoy was looking at Harry with dead eyes, eyes it seemed were searching their history as if knowing he was going to die.

" Harry ?"

Fred asked him uncertainly.

" P-Potter, please "

It was the sound of Malfoy begging and crying that made Harry's decision.

" He lives. He lives with me."

" WHAT !"

"ARE"

"YOU"

"DOING"

Fred and George asked him, faces red with disbelief.

" Fred, George, look at him, does he really look like he can go running off in search for Deatheaters ?"

The twins said nothing.

" He'll stay with me, I put a charm on that will alert you if I'm in danger and he will not be allowed to leave the house until I say so, Malfoy ? Got that ?"

Malfoy looked up at Harry and nodded, he forced himself up into the kneeling position and bowed his head.

" Yes Master."

Fred and George froze on the spot.

" What did you say "

Fred asked him almost in a friendly way. A frown appeared on Malfoy's face but he repeated himself anyway.

" Yes Master."

Fred and George quickly looked up at Harry who had lost all colour and looked shocked to the spot.

" all right Malfoy, get up and let's get you cleaned up."

Harry moved down the rest of the stairs intending to offer a hand up, but Malfoy it seemed was forcing himself to obey to Harry's request and he forced himself up on his feet and up the stairs, even if he had to crawl to be able to do it.

(End of Flashback)

A voice brought Harry out of his memory.

" Harry ? What you thinking about."

" The day you came, the day you came to us."

Draco paled slightly and nodded, submerging into the memory also.

(Flashback)

Harry gently led Malfoy into his bedroom and transfigured bandages and water.

" I'm not your Master Draco, and you are not my slave. You can address me by anything even Scarhead if you really need to, but not Master, not Master because I'm not."

Malfoy looked at Harry in surprise.

" You called me Draco ?"

Harry grinned.

" Slip of the tongue Malfoy."

The small grin that had been on Malfoy's face vanished and tears filled his eyes.

Harry took a cloth and gently made to wipe the mud from Malfoy's face.

Malfoy hissed, Harry's touch had been ever so gentle but his purple bruise was so severe any contact was painful.

Harry heard Malfoy hiss and he made his touch even gentler.

" What happened to you ?"

Tears trickled down Malfoy's face and he looked completely broken.

" I disobeyed. I disobeyed my Father."

Harry felt very cold all of a sudden and it wasn't the temperature in room.

Harry said nothing for a while, waiting to see if Malfoy would elaborate. Harry rinsed the cloth and moved it up to Malfoy's face, his heart twitched nastily as he saw Malfoy huddle up and look at the cloth as though it was a dangerous instrument, and when the cloth touched Malfoy's face and wiped away the grime Draco whimpered.

Harry looked at Malfoy and wondered what had happened, what he had meant by disobeying his father. He wondered what had happened to the cocky arrogant stuck up boy he used to know. There was no arrogance in this boy, no sarcastic comments and no infamous drawl. He was like a shell, a shell of who he had once been.

Harry knew that although he had hated the boy he knew he never would have wanted to see him so broken. When Malfoy elaborated on what he had said earlier Harry was visibly disturbed.

" In the Pureblood families, like the Malfoy line the Father is the most important. Your icon if you will, he will care for you, judge you and he will beat you. The best you can hope for is that he is fair and has more love than judgement in his heart.

My father had no love for me in his heart, he loved my mother but he never loved me. He was proud if I followed in his footsteps because then I was like a mini him and he didn't have to hate me so much, he couldn't very well hate himself could he ?

Anyway I, no matter if you believe me or not, was against the Darklord, I admit I feel superior to Muggle borns and I relished in the feeling, but some where down the line, for Muggle borns like Granger I respected them. Their strength, despite any obstacles they continued.

Anyway, I stood up to my father and told him I was leaving Voldemort's services, I welcomed him to come with me.

I would have protected him with my life, because even if he hates me, he's still my father, my father and I love him.

He went mad, he said I was no longer his son and he was no longer my Father. He told me I had to address him as Master and he dragged me down to the Deatheater torture chambers.

He performed Crucio on me. He- he"

Malfoy cut off and buried his face in his hands, he cried out in agony as crying made his slashed stomach hurt terribly.

Harry was livid with what Malfoy had gone through but he needed to get to the source of the pain.

" Draco, I need to see your wounds."

Draco nodded and complied instantly, Harry felt his heart break at Draco's behaviour and how this had been forced upon his former nemesis, he just couldn't hate the broken man in front of him.

Harry winced as he saw the deep slashes in Malfoy's stomach.

Gently he poured a potion into the bandages and bandaged Malfoy up.

After he had finished he draped an arm around the shuddering blonde and whispered to him softly.

" It's ok Draco, you never should have gone through that and I promise you, you haven't left one Master for another. I'm not your Master and you certainly are not my slave."

Draco looked up at him with wide eyes, eyes that showed clear relief but a tinge of sadness.

" I'm your enemy then."

Harry shook his head.

" No your not. You've just come here but I think with effort and time we could be friends. Good friends."

Draco smiled his first true smile in weeks.

(End of Flashback)

Harry looked at Draco and he shivered.

" I'll never forget the shame and shock I felt the first time you called me Master."

Draco paled more and he shook his head.

" You hated me back then Harry, I thought there was only two options, either I was killed on the spot or I was your prisoner. I was trying to please you. To show you my submission."

Harry kissed the blonde softly.

" You don't need to worry about them anymore, Voldermort or your Father, they're burning in hell. Where they belong."

Draco smirked and leant into Harry's arms.

" You never did tell me how you destroyed Voldermort ? What gave you the strength ?"

Harry looked down at him and looked into Draco's blue grey eyes.

" You. You made me strong , I never uttered a spell, I felt so angry about what he'd done to you a pink fire sprouted from my wand. It burnt him, he couldn't put it out."

Draco looked at Harry full of admiration.

" You've beaten all your demons."

Harry shook his head and stroked Draco's hair.

" Everyone has demons Draco, I still have far too many to not worry about them, it's not letting them take over which is the real victory."

End of chapter, hope you like this I'm very unsure of this chapter but I had to find a suitable way to show how Draco joined the light and how their relationship began. Please review !