Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!

Authors note: Ah sorry, I meant to post this this morning, then write more chapters so I could post more tonight, but my family has sheep, and we had 4 sets of triplets born today, which I interpreted as a sign from on high to skip school, and then of course I had to putter around outside pretending to be useful so no one would send me somewhere were I might have to learn. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME, on with the story, says the audience! PS: Ruby Silken Sun, thank you! You're the first person to comment on the usefulness of the lists before each chapter, so I'll continue, if only just for you! Any how, read on!

Warnings: Err, some sap? IDK, recovering for the next action sequence, I guess!

Adrian Pucey - Phobos

Liam Baddock - Deimos

Theodor Nott – Oberon

Draco Malfoy – Chaos

Vincent Crabbe - Moros

Gregory Goyle - Pallas

Blaise Zabini – Pan

Pansy Parkinson - Nyx

Daphne Greengrass - Hebe

Morag Macdougal – Nike

Millicent Bulstrode - Cerberus

Elijah Harper - Cratos

Anthony Vaisey - Tyche

Malcolm Baddock – Hecate

Astoria Greengrass - Eris

Flora Carrow - Nemisis

Hestia Carrow – Hypnos

Ginny Weasley – Tartarus

Seamus Finnegan – Hyperion

Neville Longbottom - Chiron

Dean Thomas – Prometheus

Demelza something or other - Selene

Anthony Goldstien - Styx

Terry Boot - Perses

Zacharias Smith - Chronos

Kevin Entwhistle - Pontus

Jack Sloper – Morpheus

Ritchie Coote - Erebos

Colin Creevey - Metis

Dennis Creevey - Eos

Mandy Brocklehurst – Leto

Michael Corner – Charon

Stephen Cornfoot - Atlas

Orla Quirke - Lamia

Ernie Macmillan –Minos

Sally-Anne Perks – Aether

Draco groaned, his only thought that he felt absolutely awful. There was a hushed murmur, and someone came over, falling to their knees. He felt someone's arms being thrown around him, but his raw throat was too crusty to cry out in pain, even as his whole body screamed at the physical contact.

"Dad!" The whispered proclamation left him silent for a moment. Was he someone's father- Oh. He remembered and cracked an eyelid, surveying Hypnos in what he hoped was a suitably withering manner. The young girl looked as though she'd been crying, her mask off, he thought, but was too sore to admonish her carelessness.

At her intonation, two others came over, but Draco let his eyes fall close, and there was a scuffling sound, before one of them ran off, the sound of feet smacking stone floors fading as Draco felt his eyelids grow heavy. Before he could fall asleep, there was a sharp poke to his arm, and Draco wished he could punch whoever was poking him in the face.

He opened his eyes, lifting his head, relieved that at least he didn't have a headache to make thinking hard. He looked around, recognizing the room he was in as one of the small play rooms his mother had set up for him when he was a toddler. So he was back at the manor.

He glanced to the side, where there were 4 other mattresses with lumps under their covers, presumably other people in need of some kind of medical attention. Leto came over to him, kneeling next to him, offering him a thick black, tar like potion. He grimaced at her, and she seemed more pleased than someone who was being mocked ought to be.

"Come on, before Nyx get's here and tries to smother you with her mothering," encouraged the soft spoken Ravenclaw, pleased when Draco grumpily drank the awful liquid. It did help dull all pain, and made him feel almost steady.

Draco managed to sit up, giving the small, brightly painted room a withering look. "I can't believe that I'm holed up in this children's room. No wonder I feel nauseated."

Leto just smiled brightly at him, and moved to the next bed, gently shaking Hyperion awake, and offering him a different potion. The exuberant Irishman drank it down much more willingly than Draco had, and looked over, giving Draco an easy smile. "Hey boss," He said, conversationally, waving a bandaged arm in what was presumably meant to be some sort of welcoming gesture.

"What happened?" Draco knew his voice was hoarse and croaking, but did Hyperion really need to give him an alarmed look like that. Just because he sounded like death didn't mean he was actually going to die.

"Well you saved Harry and them, and then Tart says that you got captured, then mom got all up in arms and went and got you. We got 'em though, we got loads of food, and we even managed to take a few of those twats out, and we got professor Dumbledore, but he won't wake up, not really."

Draco rolled his eyes are the boys enthusiastic story telling, snorting, doubting Potter felt as though he'd really been rescued. Prat had probably had figured out who he was and demanded to be turned out on the street.

Before Draco could consider any of the rest of Hype's hand flapping-filled story, Nyx burst in with Nemisis and Tartarus hot on her heels. All three threw themselves onto the foot of his bed, nattering about how did he feel and nonsense, and Nemisis and Tartarus were both stumbling over themselves to apologize for cruelly abandoning him in his time of need, and before anyone said anything else, Draco raised his hands in a sign of surrender. "Please, for the love of Merlin, contain yourselves, and let a poor moon addled man think."

Draco might not admit it, but he felt a slight swell, he knew that he should be scolding them to wear their masks, and to ask them a million questions, but all he felt was glad that they were alright, and amused by their predictable overwhelming sense of everything being their own fault.

"You've been asleep for days! You gave poor Potter a heart attack, he was about, doting on Dumbledore and you turned into a sleeping wolf. He of course jumped around yelling we were under attack!" Nemisis sounded positively gleeful, and Tartarus smacked her, but grinned anyhow, too happy to be properly annoyed.

"I should've known, the moment I passed out, Potter would be about, attempting to woo my women." He tried to sound morose, but Hype's maniac cackling at the idea was making it hard to sound serious. Nemisis leaped to her feet, and bounded between Draco's mattress and the one on the other side. She pounced on the sleeping lump, and was promptly thrown off, but a tired looking Pan popped his head out from under the covers, whose expression turned from dour to a relieved odd little grin when he caught Draco's eyes.

"I hear you rescued me."

Pan just rolled his eyes and nodded, stretching stiffly, a smile still on his angular face.

"As ever, I am your faithful damsel in distress," Draco said, simpering mockingly.

"Very pretty, but very useless," mused Pan mildly, arranging his covers about himself, neatly, trying to shove Nemisis (who was sprawled on the foot of his bed like an overgrown cat) off, but not managing to muster the strength.

Before anything else could be said, 20 excitable teenagers burst in, all arranging themselves across Draco, Pan, and Hyperion's beds, and the floor space between the mattresses. Draco scowled around at them, all unmasked, but he could still see the stains left by the ink around their eyes and mouths, making them look absurd and he couldn't help but smile.

"They're weird children, but I guess we can't kick them out, what would the neighbors say?" mused Pan, looking over at Draco with a grin, his spirits also obviously uplifted by the high energy of the bright eyed youths in the room.

"Bad form," agreed Draco, looking around at all his 'children' with an odd little sensation bubbling in his chest. Must be Leto's weird potion nonsense.