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Chapter 5 – Starting the Healing
Harry looked at the food in front of him and grimaced. He was too nervous about the bone-rebreaking thing to stomach any of this.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Lucius asked already guessing what the problem could be.
Harry cringed but then looked up and said in a very small voice, "I'm not hungry."
Draco looked up at this and as he took in the pale face of his little brother, he lost his own appetite.
Lucius sighed. "You need your strength for later. You should really try to eat something." It broke Lucius heart to see the glittering tears in the boy's eyes.
Harry bit his lip and nodded. He took a bite of the toast and swallowed it but then he placed it back onto his plate trying hard to blink back his tears.
"It's okay, Harry. I'm sorry. Tomorrow you can have a stomach soothing potion but for today Healer Greg asked me not to give you any potions. If you really cannot eat anything, let it be. There is no reason to push you, if you are going to throw up again," Lucius said and pulled Harry onto his lap encircling him with his arms.
As the man looked up, he noticed that Draco also had tears in his eyes. He opened one arm and invited his other son to come to him, too. Draco gladly jumped up and then hugged his Dad and Harry at the same time.
As Severus entered the dining room he found the trio cuddled together.
"Severus, my friend. Right on time for the cuddling session," Lucius said with a small sad smile.
"No, thank you," Severus declined. His eyes wandered over to the table and ended on Harry's plate. There lay a dry slice of toast with one single bite in it. Sighing he turned back to Lucius who just shrugged helplessly.
"Dobby," Severus called and within an eye-blink the house elf popped into view. "What can Dobby do for Master Snape?"
"I have a recipe I want you to make for Harry," with these words Severus handed the elf a piece of parchment.
Dobby scanned the recipe with curious eyes and then bowed and disappeared. A few minutes later a steaming bowl appeared on the table. It was a bowl of rice pudding with a little touch of honey. Harry's mother had loved to eat that. And when she was nervous it was the only thing she was able to stomach.
"Harry?" Severus called the boy who looked up from his comfortable place on Lucius' lap. "I want you to try this. If you don't like it it's okay but I wish you to give it a try, okay?"
Severus had taken Harry's vacated seat and shove the bowl towards the boy. Harry took it and looked at the strange substance with sceptical eyes. Carefully he scooped a little bit onto the spoon and then tasted it.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was delicious. "What's that?" he asked in wonder. Severus smiled and congratulated himself for his idea. "This was your mother's favourite meal when being nervous. It's rice pudding with honey."
At this Harry was taken aback. He looked at the bowl with awe. Nonetheless all too soon Harry felt full. A little disappointed Harry lowered his spoon. "I'm sorry," he sighed.
"Don't be. I'm glad you liked it," Severus said with an encouraging smile.
"Me too, Harry. You seemed to be more relaxed now. It's good to know that you have at least a little bit in your stomach," Lucius said and hugged Harry once again.
"Can I have the rest?" Draco asked, really curious how this mysterious kind of meal would taste.
"You may," Harry said and grinned at his brother. Draco rolled his eyes. "Not you, too," he said theatrically but then he took the bowl Harry passed on to him.
At the first spoon he grimaced. "uag... and you like that?" he asked shocked. At Draco's funny face Harry snickered. Draco fixed Harry with a playful glare which caused Harry to laugh out loud. Severus and Lucius exchanged a smile. It was so rare to hear Harry laughing.
All too soon for Harry's taste the floo flared and Healer Greg stepped through.
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Draco and Severus sat in the library huddled together. Severus was reading a story to the boy, while they waited for any news about Harry. Both looked up enquiring as Lucius finally joined them. The man looked exhausted. "He fell asleep," he said and sat down.
"Was he in much pain?" Draco asked worried.
"He didn't cry out once but yes, I think he had been," Lucius said. The picture of Harry's face distorted in pain and his eyes glittering with tears was burned into his mind now. He always thought that Draco reacted over-dramatically to any sort of pain but now he found he preferred that to the silent suffering he witnessed just moments ago.
"I read to him the first pages of The Hobbit. I hope it was okay," Lucius asked Severus who answered,
"No problem at all."
Still Lucius went on, "It was the only storybook in his room. I don't believe he understood anything I read to him but it helped him to finally fall asleep and escape his pain. Healer Greg thinks that Harry will be out for at least an hour and he promised, that the pain will be easier to cope with when Harry wakes up again."
Severus nodded. He knew what it felt like to have his bones corrected and it was true; the first hour was the worst.
Draco just shook his head. He couldn't understand how someone could bear so much pain. He was sure he would be insane by now, if he would have to live Harry's life. "Can I... erm... May I sit with him?" he asked.
Lucius gave a weak smile at Draco's self correction. Then he answered, "If you like to watch a sleeping person, then I think it would be okay. Just don't wake him up."
"I won't," Draco assured.
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Draco watched Harry with a sad expression. The black haired boy looked anything but relaxed, as he should while sleeping. Then Draco looked around the room. It was so unbelievingly empty. No cosy corner, no toys, no pictures on the wall, no books beside the schoolbooks and the one Severus left here for Harry. And he swore to himself that he will do something against this emptiness but at first he had to find out what Harry would like.
A soft whimper brought Draco out of his thoughts again. Harry's face was contorted in pain and tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes.
Draco felt like crying, too. He brushed a loose strand of hair out of Harry's face and whispered. "Soon it will be over, little bro. Just hold on a little longer."
Harry unconsciously leaned into Draco's soft touch and sighed. The muscles of Harry's face relaxed a little. Draco smiled sadly at this, not understanding why he suddenly felt such a strong protectiveness towards Harry. "If only I would have known that you were in constant pain last year, I would have dragged you to Uncle Severus to make him take away your pain sooner. Everything could have been better. Rest assured from now on I will keep a close eye on you. I will watch out for you. My little brother," Draco whispered nearly inaudibly and then he jerked as he noticed Harry was looking straight at him.
Nobody said anything but Harry moved over and made room for Draco on his bed. Draco smiled and wasted no time to hop onto the bed next to Harry. The black haired boy sighed deeply and fell asleep immediately. Draco just laid next to him staring onto the ceiling smiling to himself. First he was scandalised by the thought, that Harry had heard him, but now he was glad. Harry should know that he has a brother now looking out for him.
As Lucius went up to Harry's room to see at the child, he found two sleeping boys in Harry's bed. It was such a heart-warming sight that a traitorous tear escaped him. Luckily nobody saw it.
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It was a strange feeling being without any pain. Harry felt like being numb all over. Every now and then he rubbed parts of his body just to make sure he was still capable of feeling something.
"Are you all right?" Draco asked concerned as he watched Harry rubbing his chest.
Harry smiled in response, "Yes. I just can't believe the pain is finally gone. It's odd not feeling it anymore."
"Shouldn't it feel great?" Draco wondered aloud.
"I guess it is but I need to get used to it," Harry said in an apologetic tone. Was he a freak because he wasn't overjoyed right now? Obviously Draco expected more positive reaction from him.
He opened his mouth to reply, only to get cut off by the blond, "Don't you dare say 'I'm sorry'. It's me who is sorry. I have no idea how you were feeling before and I don't know how you are feeling right now. So I have no right to judge you. I can't even imagine how someone in your place would feel, so please forgive me for not understanding any of this, okay?"
At that Harry smiled again. "Okay."
Both boys were out in the garden. They had been walking around a bit and then sat down in the shadow of a big tree. Harry looked over the grounds back to the house. It was so big. Everything on the Malfoy estate was big. The flower garden was beautiful and the lawn between the tree they sat under and the house was large enough to play football.
Still Harry knew that he had just seen a small part of it all. Draco had talked about a pond near the house were they could go swimming and he mentioned a forest, that also belonged to the grounds of the Malfoy estate. He also told Harry about a stable with horses but Harry wasn't sure if it also belonged to the Malfoys or if it was just near the estate.
"You know, this tree is well built. Wouldn't it be perfect for a tree house?" Harry wondered as he looked up at the branches above him.
"What's a tree house?" Draco wondered, he never had heard this term before.
"A small wooden house built between the branches, with a ladder to get in and out. A house just for kids to play in," Harry explained. Aunt Marge had a tree house in her garden but Harry wasn't allowed to get in. Since then he had wished for his own tree house.
Draco watched Harry's eyes gleaming as he explained what a tree house was. Draco was sure it was something from the Muggle's world but it did sound like fun. It never occurred to him to have a wooden house in a tree.
"We could ask Dad, maybe he will allow us to have a tree house," Draco suggested intrigued by the idea.
"That would be great," Harry said with sparkling eyes.
Suddenly Dobby popped into existence next to the boys, which caused Harry to startle violently.
"Dobby is very sorry," the elf apologized immediately, "Dobby didn't intend to give Master Harry such a fright, Dobby was about to inform young masters that the dinner is ready, Master Malfoy asked you to come back."
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said smiling to reassure the worried house elf that everything was fine.
With sudden tears in his eyes and a deep bow Dobby disappeared again.
"Have I said something wrong?" Harry wondered confused.
"No, but normally we don't thank Dobby, when he is just doing his job," Draco explained a bit arrogant.
Harry shook his head bemused, "Why not? If he is doing his job well, shouldn't he know that he is doing it well?"
"He is expected to do his job well," Draco said, as if it would explain everything.
Harry fell silent at this. He couldn't help comparing himself with the elf. He would have been very glad if anybody would have thanked him at least once for all the chores he did for the Dursleys. He also had been expected to do his job well and Harry was longing for a little recognition for his work but of course it never came.
"Look, Harry. Dobby doesn't expect us to thank him, he is glad if he can do something useful. It's the nature of a house elf," Draco explained further as he saw the shadow crossing Harry's face.
"Still, thanking him won't hurt us but would make him feel even more useful," Harry said in a nearly hurt tone of voice.
Draco was at a loss. Obviously he had hurt Harry but he didn't understand how. Little did he know, that Harry grew up like a house elf.
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During the dinner neither of the boys said anything, which caused Lucius to frown. "How was your afternoon? What were the two of you up to?"
"We walked around a bit but it was too hot, so we sat under the tree most of the time," Draco explained.
"Did anything happen?" Lucius continued to ask.
"No. Why?" Draco asked innocently.
Lucius frowned. He knew this tone all too well. "Harry? What about you?"
"I'm fine," came the standard reply which caused Lucius to frown deeper.
"Don't take me for a fool. I can see that there is something bothering you two," Lucius said in a very stern voice, which caused Harry to jump in his seat and made Lucius to regret his harsh tone immediately.
"I'm sorry, Dad. We were just disagreeing earlier, if you can even call it that," Draco finally admitted.
"About what?" Lucius wondered.
"House elves," Draco said.
"House elves?" Lucius asked, very much aware now of Harry's life at his relatives.
His solicitor had sped up the arrest of the Dursleys, since they had Harry's medical scan as proof now, and they had already been questioned under Veritaserum. While the boys were outside Lucius had been reading a copy of the protocol of their questioning. Both Dursleys need to face a trail very soon. Something he needed to discuss with Harry, because he most probably will need to make a statement.
Before Lucius mind could drift away too far, Draco's words brought him back, "He thanked Dobby for informing us, that the dinner was ready and was confused about Dobby's reaction. I explained him that we usually don't thank Dobby, but he said we should," Draco explained.
"I see," Lucius said and then he called "Dobby!"
Dobby bowed deep as he appeared and asked, "What can Dobby do for Master Malfoy?"
"Tell me, do you feel bad for us not thanking you for all your work?" Lucius asked and watched Harry's reaction to his question. The boy looked up with a shocked expression.
"No, Sir. You don't have to thank Dobby at all. Dobby is glad to serve you. You allowing Dobby to serve you is more than enough praise to someone like me," Dobby answered unsure what was expected from him.
Harry had tears in his eyes at these words. Even if Harry had grown up like a house elf, he never was that excited about his chores.
"Would you allow Harry to thank you, whenever he feels like it?" Lucius asked, seeing just one way to solve the problem.
Dobby looked unsure but as he noticed Harry's tears he said, "If Master Harry wish to do so and Master Malfoy doesn't mind him doing so, Dobby has no problem with it. Dobby just want to point out that it will make no difference in my service to you. Dobby is very proud to be allowed to serve the Malfoys."
"Do you have any questions, Harry?" Lucius asked but Harry just shook his head, still not understanding the eagerness of the small creature to serve someone.
"Thank you, Dobby!" with these words Lucius dismissed the elf not realising that he himself had thanked the elf right now.
Dobby bowed deep and vanished, before anyone would see his proud smile. It seems, things were going from good to even better, since the new young master came to the Malfoys. Dobby didn't lie about not expecting gratitude but he couldn't deny the feeling of proud when hearing someone thanking him either.
Draco was astonished. He never had heard his father thanking the house elf before. Maybe Harry had a point. It didn't look like his Dad was in any way hurt for just saying 'thank you'.
Harry watched Lucius with wide eyes. He also hadn't missed the words of gratitude from the elder Malfoy.
As Lucius finally noticed two pair of eyes watching him he asked "What? Have I suddenly grown a second head?"
"No," Draco said, "but you thanked him."
"Did I?" Lucius asked, "Well, I guess I did. Obviously our new family member is already very influential." At this Lucius winked at Harry who gave a small smile in response.
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"I have to talk to the two of you," Lucius said after he led his two boys towards the living room.
"Again?" Draco asked as he took the same place he had the day before, with Harry next to his side.
"Indeed. I know it is a little late, Harry, but I want to celebrate your birthday," Lucius said with a smile.
"My... my... birthday?" Harry asked bemused.
Lucius frowned at that, wondering if the boy even knew when his birthday was. "It was at the end of July. It isn't that long ago that we couldn't celebrate it, is it?"
"No, but... nobody... I..." Harry stuttered.
"Don't tell me you never had a birthday party," Draco said scandalised.
"Erm... well. No, I haven't. Before Hogwarts I didn't even had friends to celebrate with and my relatives didn't celebrate it because freaks aren't-" Harry wasn't able to finish this sentence, because Draco clapped his hand over Harry's mouth.
"You. Are. No. Freak." he pointed out very clearly. "These poor excuses of your relatives are the freaks. Understood?" Draco asked sternly in a perfect imitation of his father. Harry nodded his head, as he was still unable to talk.
Lucius watched the exchange between the boys with a sad smile. He knew, it will take Harry some time to understand the full meaning behind Draco's words. Right now the abuse was all Harry really knew, these few days in their family was nothing compared to the years of abuse.
"We need to celebrate your birthday. We will give you the party of your life!" Draco said enthusiastically and finally released Harry's mouth again. Then Draco stopped dead. "Oh no," he said and his face fell.
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"We need to invite Granger and Weasley," he said pulling a face.
At that Harry burst out laughing.
"You like that, don't you? You like making my life miserable," Draco complained half-heartedly.
Still smiling Harry explained, " I don't need a 'party of my life'. It will be okay if it is just a family party."
"Really? You don't want your friends with you?" Draco asked unbelievingly. How can someone celebrate without friends?
"Right now, family is more important to me," Harry said with a soft smile but then a shadow crossed his face, "My friends can wait, obviously," he whispered.
Draco and Lucius exchanged a questioning look.
"Harry?" Lucius asked wondering what the matter was.
The boy look down, wishing he hadn't said anything. It just slipped his lips. He was confused about his two friends. They promised to write weekly and Harry didn't got one single letter from them till now. Not even on his birthday. He didn't understand what was wrong.
He had hoped against hope, that he may meet them in Diagon Alley. That was one of the reasons why he stole himself into London every few days. As he had done that day he had ran into Draco. This was also one of the reasons why he had finally snapped and hit Draco as the blond haired boy had started to insult them. He was confused and feared that Draco could have been right about his friends.
He couldn't understand why they were not writing as they had promised. How often had he thought he had finally found a friend and then suddenly from one day to the other said friend didn't want to be friends with him anymore?
"Harry?" Lucius asked again with a worried voice, as he saw tears rolling down the boy's cheeks. He stood up and walked over to the child. He pulled Harry up to sit down himself and then placed Harry on his lap encircling him with his arms. "What's the matter?"
"I don't know," Harry whispered. "I don't know, why they don't write me. They promised they would. Maybe... maybe they aren't my friends anymore."
"I can't believe that," Draco said not understanding Harry's logic. Why would Weasley and Granger give up their friendship? Maybe they are just too stupid to send a letter. "Why would you say that after all what the three of you went through?"
"It wouldn't be a first," Harry said and looked at Draco with desperate eyes. "Every friend I ever had, turned his back on me in the end."
Draco bit his lips. He couldn't believe that he of all people would defend the two stupid Gryffindors. "I don't believe that this is the case with Granger and Weasley. They idolise you."
"What if their parents don't allow them to be friends with me? I endangered their lives after all. I'm a danger to everyone who is close to me," Harry said while more tears streamed down his face.
"That's not true," Draco disagreed vehemently shaking his head.
"But I am," Harry pointed out, "If Voldemort comes back, I will be a main target. Everyone around me will be in danger."
"Harry," Lucius said in a serious voice, "If the Dark Lord ever comes back, the whole wizarding world will be in danger. Everyone knows the closer you stick together the better the chance to survive. Do you really think, if he would ever get you, that he would stop killing other people? People like the Miss Granger are also main targets. Her survival would be improved, if she sticks closer to you. And you can benefit from her too. She is a very bright witch, after all."
Surprised Harry look up at Lucius, "You think?"
"I wouldn't have said it, if I wouldn't be sure of it," the man said and hugged Harry tightly.
"Maybe someone blocked your mail?" Lucius said after some thinking. "Did you ever get any letters from other wizards?"
"Just the Hogwarts letter. It drove Uncle Vernon insane. He didn't want me reading the letter and tried everything to keep the letters from me but just more letters arrived and then we fled. Hargid found us though and he gave me my letter personally and then took me to Diagon Alley," Harry told Lucius.
"Stupid muggles," Lucius snorted but then he went on, "I will see into your mail problem. Maybe your Headmaster knows something about that."
"So you think Ron and Hermione had written me but I just didn't receive the letters?" Harry asked.
"I think it is more likely than them turning their backs on you," Lucius said.
Harry sighed and then leaned his head against Lucius chest. "Thank you, Dad!" he whispered.
Lucius nearly gasped in surprise but then a smile spread across his face. Draco smiled too. He leaned against his father's side, wondering once more how Harry could bear all the pain in his life. Fate didn't go easy on his little brother.
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"Lucius, what can I do for you? How are the boys?" Severus asked surprised.
"Would you care to step through for a glass of scotch?" Lucius invited.
Severus nodded, "I will be with you in a few minutes."
True to his words just a moment later Severus stepped through the floo and joined Lucius in the living room. Taking his drink he sat down and studied his friend, who seemed to be very worried. A nearly constant state his friend was in, since Harry came into his life.
"What is troubling you?" Severus asked.
Lucius sighed shaking his head, "I asked Harry if he wanted to celebrate his birthday and we reached the topic friends. We found out, that Harry didn't receive any mail from his friends over the summer although they promised to write him regularly. The poor boy thought, that they have turned their backs on him. I believe though, that someone blocked his mail. There is just one person I can think of who this someone could be and I wondered if you could find out something about that."
"I see. I will contact Albus as soon as possible. He probably blocked Harry's mail to protect the boy from his fan mail. I'm sure these first few years after the war Harry would have been overflown with letters and presents. Given that the boy lived with muggles it would have drawn too much attention," Severus explained.
At this Lucius looked pensively. That sounded indeed reasonable but he still was angry with the old fool, for leaving Harry with these monsters.
"They never celebrated Harry's birthday," he said. "I wonder how Harry spent all the other festivities like Christmas or Easter. I'm sure they celebrate it in one way or the other, as they have a child of their own."
"I'm not sure I want to know," Severus admitted in a sad voice.
"It's so appalling what they did to the child. In the end I'm glad he hit Draco, otherwise he would still live with these horrible people."
The two friends sat in silence for a while but then Severus said. "I got the potion for his eyes ready. I can bring it to you tomorrow. I also brewed a Dreamless Sleep potion but he cannot have it on a regular basis."
"Yes, I know. Thank you. It's really useful to have a potion master as a friend," Lucius said with a smile.
Severus just nodded his head and took a sip from his drink.
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Draco woke up in the middle of the night. Not sure what had woken him, he spelled a dim sphere of light to look around his room but didn't found anything out of place.
He was about to distinguish the light again as he heard a faint distressed voice. Frowning he strained his ears to hear what was said. He could make out words like 'no' and 'I'm sorry' and 'please don't' and suddenly it hit him. Harry was having a nightmare.
He got up, pulled on his slippers and dressing gown and then hurried to Harry's room with the sphere of light following him. His brother was rolled up into a tight ball. His hairs were plastered with sweat against the forehead.
"No," Harry moaned once again. "please, stop."
"Harry," Draco called in a low voice and shook Harry's shoulder with the result that Harry recoiled from the touch and screamed in fear.
"Harry, wake up! It's me, Draco. You are just dreaming!" said Draco, this time loud and clear without touching his brother again.
After countless unsuccessful attempts to wake up the dreaming boy, Draco was distressed. He know a Malfoy doesn't cry but he really felt like it. "I'll go and get Dad," he explained although it didn't look like Harry was hearing him.
"Not necessary. I'm already here," Lucius said as he entered Harry's room.
"Dad," Draco said relieved turning to his father and hugging him. "I can't wake him up."
"It's okay, Dragon. I'm here now," Lucius tried to calm his son.
Draco nodded and then stepped back. He watched his father approaching Harry. The man sat down on Harry's bed and pulled the boy into a tight hug. At first Harry screamed and struggled to get free but Lucius just tightened his arms whispering soothing words into Harry's ear. After some time the struggling stopped and then Harry started to sob, gripping the front of Lucius night shirt for dear life.
Draco sat down next to his father and rubbed his brother's back hoping to help the other boy to calm down again.
Finally a soft voice started to apology, "I'm so sorry for waking you up. I-"
"Ssssh. It's okay. Calm down," Lucius reassured.
"But I'm supposed to stay quite during night. I'm not allowed to wake everybody up and I don't want a beating, not on top of this dream," Harry cried desperately, obviously still not entirely awake.
"No, Harry, no. You are not at the Dursleys. You are with us, Draco and me. Nobody is angry at you and nobody will beat you for a nightmare," Lucius said hugging the boy more closely to his chest, while fighting against his own tears. His heart clenching painfully, because he knew he had spanked Harry without a logical reason that dreadful first week. But even then he was sure he wouldn't have done it for a nightmare.
"Oh, Harry. I will never spank you for a nightmare," he whispered more to himself.
Draco hung his head. A wave of guilt washed over him as he caught his father's words. His father still felt guilty for what he had done to Harry and Draco felt guilty because he was the reason for all these wrongful punishments.
It took Harry a while but finally he calmed down again.
"Dad?" he asked in a soft voice that caught Lucius attention immediately. "I want that blood adoption."
Not daring to believe his ears Lucius asked, "Are you sure?"
"I am. I don't want to live anywhere else. I... I love you and Draco. You do so much for me. Nobody should be able to take me away from you," Harry explained and his fear was clear in his voice.
"Was your dream about that?" Lucius wondered.
Harry fell silent again but then he gave a small nod.
"Oh, Harry. I won't allow anybody to take you away regardless of your decision," Lucius pointed out.
After this Harry was silent for a moment but then he dared to admit, "But I want to belong to you, if it is still okay."
Lucius tightened his arms again while he answered, "Of course it is. I'm very pleased about your decision. What do you think, Draco?"
Harry cast a fearful look at Draco.
Draco frowned, "I believe I told you already how I feel about that, didn't I, brother?"
"Yeah, but you didn't know then-" Harry started only to get interrupted by Draco.
"What? That I may be woken up in the middle of the night because of you having a nightmare?"
Harry nodded his head and Draco rolled his eyes. "And I can guarantee you, that I will never have a nightmare and I will never wake you up in the middle of the night?"
At that Harry blinked confused.
The blond haired boy locked eyes with Harry, while he said in a stern voice, "I can not, Harry. Nor can you. Nightmares happen. Some have more and some have less but even I, pampered prince of Slytherin house, am not safe from night terrors. Do you still want to be my brother, if I would wake you up in the middle of the night on a regular basis?"
"Of course!" Harry said without thinking.
"See?" Draco asked, "I feel the same way. I want to be here for you if I can, even in the middle of the night." And to bring his point home he snatched Mr. Paw up from where it had landed on the floor and put him back into Harry's arms.
Harry smiled through fresh tears hugging the stuffed cat to his chest.
"Are you okay now?" Lucius asked the black haired boy.
"Yes, thank you," Harry nodded gratefully. Never in his life had someone stayed with him after a nightmare and waited until he have calmed down.
When Vernon had been woken up because of Harry having a nightmare he had come over to Harry to wake him up with a slap in the face. Afterwards he yelled at Harry until the rest of the house, if not even the neighbourhood, would be wide awake and of course Harry got blamed for it.
In Hogwarts every now and then Ron had woken him up and told him not to worry about having a nightmare but most of the time the redhead slept too deep, to even wake up.
"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" Lucius words brought Harry out of his musing.
Harry nodded and stood up from Lucius lap. The man followed suit and stretched his body. "Well then, good night boys."
"Night, Dad!" they said in unison and then snickered.
As soon as Lucius left the room Draco fixed Harry with a stern glare. "Are you sure you will be able to fall asleep? You told me you don't sleep after a nightmare."
Harry gave an apologising grin, "I don't know but I don't want to keep you from your sleep."
"I fear I will not be able to sleep knowing that you are not," Draco pointed out his dilemma.
"But what do you want to do?" Harry wondered.
At that Draco shrugged his shoulder, "I will make sure that you sleep. So, lay down and move over."
Harry smiled at that and jumped back into bed. He shifted to the side and held his blanket up for the other boy. Draco returned the smile and laid himself next to Harry.
"You know, I always had been wishing for a brother to share beds with him when I can't sleep," Draco confessed and extinguished the sphere of light.
Harry couldn't be more happy. He smiled into the darkness and his eyes felled close on their own accord. As Draco noticed the deep calm breath of his sleeping brother he also allowed himself to fell back asleep.