Sorry so long! I have a lot of school shit to deal with and a writing/art competition sooo…here. It's kind of short but I'll follow it up.

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The moment Draco entered his room, he knew that something was wrong. Harry…well, Harry was asleep for now, thank the gods. But something was off about his room. He could feel it. His gaze fell on a small blue vase on the nightstand. He had bought that vase when he was fifteen for his mother. It had cost a year's allowance, the best that Italy's underground market could possibly provide. She hadn't wanted it, whore that she was Draco thought bitterly. And now, the vase was wrong. He stepped over and pulling out a small ruler, laid it against the wood and measured out ten centimeters to the right. That vase was so wrongly off and now, he thought he could also smell the new maid's sickly flower perfume on the vase. He was now, legitimately irritated.

See, Draco didn't get angry if he could help it, he got irritated. Reaching over, he buzzed his personal maid, Darla, and was met with an overly cheery voice saying, "Draco! How was your day…I cleaned your room for you. The prisoner was asleep so I did-"

"Darla…the vase was off."

"Excuse me sir?" Draco felt intense annoyance bubble inside him. Goddamn his father and constantly switching the maids!

"The blue vase on the night-stand…?" Draco ground out.

"Oh! The pretty one! I just picked it up to admire it bec-"

"The vase was ten centimeters to the left." Draco could almost taste her confusion.

"I'm sorry sir…I-"

"Darla, next time, do not touch anything in my room, yes?"

"But sir, to cle-" Draco was on a roll with the whole interruption thing.

"Do not touch fucking anything or your hands will be decorating the room." Draco then disconnected and collapsed back onto his bed. Today turned out to be one of his 'less good' days. Learning his family had declared war, dragging Harry out of his cell, putting up with Harry's taunts, being haunted by Harry's eyes every time he looked at Daphne's horse-like face, dwelling on Harry's words when he should be listening to Daphne and now, reducing Daphne to tears with some cold insults and comments and now returning home to find his room in disarray and Harry sleeping on his floor. Rather like a dog now that he thought about it. He snickered softly. Harry stirred, shifting in his sleep so that his shirt rode up. Draco wondered who had taught the kid to sleep because it seemed a miracle to him that the kid could sleep so soundly even after all this. Drugs…Draco's cynical and often paranoid brain supplied.

Wait no…stop thinking about Harry!

Harry proceeded to moan loudly. Draco gulped as the sound went straight to his groin. Or maybe the place in his brain that regulated thoughts to his groin.

His day, officially, became hell.

Harry was having a good dream. His mother was there and she was laughing and pushing him on the swing. His father was there too, for once, chuckling at their antics. Harry's hair was now so much like his father's, a wildly tangled nest. His mother often insisted that new species could be found in it and laughed that Harry would inherit his father's hair. His mother's hair was a smooth red. But it was a more beautiful red than her blood. Her blood was an ugly red that was fast drying to brown. He had his mother's eyes. Beautiful, bright green that many people had admired over.

'Faster! Go higher!' Lily egged her husband on as he took the turn of pushing Harry. Suddenly, his father grabbed Harry and in one smooth swing, took Harry off the swing and hugging him, tackled Lily to the ground. All lay on the ground for a moment in silence. And then, something else came that was not what Harry had expected at all. A tall, faceless man materialized and began shooting. Instantly, his father turned around to shield Harry and his mother but as blood began pooling around them, it was obvious that his father's move hadn't worked His mother jerked once, not even having time to scream before she was dead and Harry was left silent, too rattled to even think about screaming. It was like the cupboard again. Make no sound and maybe-

Harry was jerked awake when a boot landed in his side. He rolled over, or tried to when one wrist was chained to the bed. Giving Draco an irritated look, he turned around, observing the wall. Snatches of the dream still were floating in his head bringing back memories that he'd much rather forget. He was straining to identify the shadowy figure. He though he knew it but-

"You do know that it is rude to turn your back to someone on purpose. Especially if that someone is me." With that, Draco forcefully grabbed Harry's shoulder back and gripped his chin. Draco saw something flash in Harry's eyes-pain?-before a neutral expression took hold.

"Get your fucking hands off me…do I look like a poof to you?" Draco suppressed a shiver. After all his irritations and listening to Daphne drone about her dying goldfish, Harry's defiant face and sparkling green eyes and low voice was like a breath of fresh air. He continued to stare into Harry's eyes. Harry, on the other hand, was fast becoming creeped out by this behavior.

"What…are you a faggot? Stop bloody looking at me!" Harry backed this up by swiftly head-butting Draco. With their very close proximity, the blast was powerful. Draco cursed and held his nose, falling back. Harry smirked. The taste of sweet, sweet victory. Draco gave Harry one last undecipherable look before running off to the bathrooms.

That ought to teach the fucker not to get close to Harry Yacov Potemkin anymore!

Draco thought that for once in his miserable life, he felt something akin to love when Harry headbutted him.

"You gonna tell us anything or do we have to play mean again?" Sirius menacingly cracked his knuckles in front of a whimpering Wormtail. Honestly, he had no idea what Alastor had put the men through but it was obvious to him the moment he had interviewed the guards that something was suspicious about Wormtail. He was nervous, twitchy and overly concerned with Harry. Classic signs. But it seemed Wormtail really didn't know anything. Either that or he grew a backbone. That only engraged his further that such a low-life motherfucker would take Harry away from him!

Without thinking, he lashed Wormtail across the face, feeling a heavy ring scrape the man's cheek and the impact against his cheekbones. Wormtail let out a pitiful wail.

"Oh god! Please, I don't know anything!"

"Liar…how much did they pay you, huh?" Sirius hissed. He kept reminding himself, after the information was taken…after the information was taken…after…after…after…

"Five hundred grand! Oh god, please stop! Stop! Sto-" The man was cut off as Sirius brought the barrel of his gun straight into his already abused cheekbone. With a groan, he sank back unconscious. That blow didn't give Sirius quite the satisfaction he was looking for though. He wanted to rent this man from limb to limb, tell him about everything he went through to raise Harry. How hard he had tried, how hard he had worked and most importantly, how much Harry meant to him that he would gladly trade himself for the boy if the Slytherins had but given the word.

Instead, they had taken him and left Sirius to deal with the wreckage left. It wasn't fair.

Remus took a good look at Sirius. He had lost some weight. His cheekbones were standing out dramatically…or maybe it was just lighting. It was rather dim in here after all. However, the bags under his eyes couldn't be hidden, along with the sort of hollowness a parent feels from losing a child.

He had never seen his Sirius so…devastated looking. Somehow Sirius had managed to heft all blame for the kidnapping onto his own shoulders through, no doubt, some asinine logic path of his.

Remus was sick of it. No, not sick of it. Sad of it. He wanted so horribly, badly to relieve Sirius of it. Tell him it wasn't his fault but everyone's fault. In this mood though, Sirius was more like a brick wall. He couldn't be reasoned with; a shell who's one goal now was to bring Harry back no matter the cost. That was how they had gotten together after all, a mutual love for Yacov's son. And when needed, Remus would be fighting with Sirius.

XD Yeah…Draco has some issues. But we still love him because of it. And some SiriusXremus angst and their back-story, etc. I'll be working on all aspects and on all people.

Hope I can get another chapter in this month but probably not. I can dream though.