Howl, Harry
Chapter Two
Draco stood beside his godfather, pouring potion after potion into the man's throat.
The Order was falling back. He knew it.
His father figure had been found out as Voldemort's spy and tortured for hours before he was found by Lucius Malfoy, who had just enough honor to save his best friend's life before killing off the Order members who had been sent to rescue Severus.
When he was certain that Severus' health was stable, he sat in his favorite chair and looked into the fire. The pain that continually stabbed him in the heart was silent for the moment. Harry must be sleeping. For once.
Draco snorted. That was an understatement. Harry rarely, if ever, slept more than once or twice a month. He was depressed.
If the boy got any worse, he was going to call his cousin to help. He knew that Krista was a low blow, as it would remind Harry of what he lost. However, he also knew that if anyone could bring the light back to the Boy-Who-Lived, it was Krista Black.
The Dragon in him stirred at the name of it's master….. No, it's queen. It's master would always be the Phoenix. Although the Phoenix was being incredibly stubborn and refused to help it's host when he needed it.
Movement in the shadows behind him made him turn his head sharply. Seeing nothing, he stood, moving to his godfather's bedside protectively. Severus moaned in pain and Draco turned to check on him.
Sharp ears caught movement and he spun on his heel, a silver dagger glinting as it spun.
It shook in his hand as it connected with a katana. "Krista." he muttered, looking up at the smirking woman. "You're slow, Draco." she stated, stepping back and sheathing the weapon. "But all things considered, I'd say you have good reason."
Draco snorted and moved back to his seat. "Yes. I was planning on calling you soon." Krista raised a brow. "Soon? Why not now? They'll be here in a matter of days and the way he is, Harry Potter will die." Draco glared at her. "What am I supposed to do?! I've been his enemy for five years. Two weeks of civility isn't going to change that!" His voice dropped to a whisper. "He hates me."
Krista rolled her eyes and rapped him on the head sharply. "Wake up, Draco. He doesn't hate you. He can't hate you. Not in his state. Besides, you saved his life on the train."
"What does that matt-" Draco's eyes narrowed. "You've been watching this whole time."
Krista smirked. "Yes."
"Than why have you let it get this bad?!" Draco asked, his silver eyes flashing gold.
Krista sneered at him. "Not that it's any of your concern, Draco, but I have been gathering." Draco blinked. "Gathering? But-" Krista waved a hand. "Don't bother, it will become clear. Tomorrow, Dumbledore will stop all classes and will begin to prepare the upper years for battle. When the time comes, I will clear up our annoying, but unneeded problem. Rest, Dragon. War approaches."
The young woman faded into the shadows, leaving behind an incredibly irate Draco Malfoy.