1st February 2004

Draco had stayed at St. Mungos for two days. Since that time, he wrapped up Molly's case, her having been murdered by Bellatrix, evidence uncovered by Aurors who had been Obliviated by her when she stole the poison's, and the confession written in her diary found in the same place they rescued Harry from.

He managed to convince Kingsley that Harry was indeed innocent and Harry was now praised for defeating the final death eaters and stopping another war from breaking out. Like always, the public oppinion of him changed with the days. Sirius was mostly fine, mostly, at least it would take him a long time to recover mentally, which is where the more serious problems rested. Sirius had needed to stay for two weeks, some things though, would never heal. Since Draco was released, he had sat next to Harry's bed and had not left until Harry woke up, so Draco was still there.

This was how Narcissa found him. Sirius went and snuggled up to his father's still form.

"Draco, you're really in love with him aren't you?" Narcissa put her hand on Draco's shoulder and watched Harry sleeping.

"I, I am, mother," Draco said, having thought long and hard about his future with the long hours he spent now doing nothing.

"The healers doubt he will make it, Draco"

"He will, he has to," Draco left no room for argument. He had lost Harry once, and if he had to give his own life for Harry to wake up, he would in a heartbeat. Narcissa gave him a tissue, he didn't take it, because he was not crying, because Harry was going to wake up and there was nothing to be sad about.

Luna and Blaise came in with Lorcana, Teddy and James. Harry's boys went straight to him and curled up next to their brother. Lorcana was asleep.

"Draco," Blaise said, "do they know yet?"

Draco shook his head.

Their days would be like this for a while.

16th April 2004

"Teddy!" Narcissa said joyfully as the now six year old leapt across the room into her arms, Draco smiled weakly at him and wished him a happy birthday.

"Go get your brother's Teddy, and you can have some presents!" Narcissa said. Teddy ran from the room calling his brother's names. Blaise chuckled and Luna sighed.

Draco had gone back to work, to his life, though he didn't see a point. Narcissa, Blaise and Luna wouldn't let him deteriorate besides Harry's bed, they encouraged him to be there for the boys. And he was trying, he really was, for Harry.

7th May 2004

"Boys! I'm back!" Draco shut the front door of the house, having just gotten back from work; he left at an insanely early hour that morning to be home before lunch, Sirius and James came barrelling down the stairs, James yelling a delighted hello and Sirius waving frantically.

"Happy Birthday!" Draco said when the twins jumped into his arms.

"Can we go visit Daddy?" James asked, Sirius nodded.

"It was Sirius's idea," James said.

"Of course," Draco smiled at the boys, squishing the feeling of pain welling up in his chest.

They took the night bus, a treat for them all and very soon they were heading to the spell damage ward.

"Mr. Malfoy?" The healer was standing at the foot of Harry's bed with his chart, "May I speak you, please?"

"Of course, what's wrong?"

The healer motioned for Draco to step away from Harry and the twins. They were sitting holding a hand each and telling him about their day. As they left the room, Draco heard James ask Harry to wake up for his birthday present.

"Mr. Potter slipped into a magical coma last night," the healer said bluntly, looking at Harry's file rather than into Draco's eyes. "now, you were aware that he was in a coma, The difference is that this one tends to be much more permanent as he is now totally reliant on outside help to live, and the chances of him surviving are slim." The healer simply patted his shoulder..

"No, no, no he's going to wake up," Draco left the healer standing there with a pitying look on her face, not willing to accept that Harry was getting worse. He ran through the hospital and back outside, and he kept running through muggle London as fast as he could, not even caring the boys were still with their father. Not caring about anything.

2nd June 2004

Draco was at the hospital again. The boys were at home with Narcissa. He had to come alone this time.

"Healer Forrest," Draco called, the healer came to him, "How is he?"

"No improvement, talk to him, he may wake up," the same as last time.

Draco walked over and grabbed Harry's hand, brushing his other hand on Harry's cheek.

Then he cried, Draco put his head on the mattress and sobbed until his chest hurt and sobbed some more.

"Dr, raco?"

"Harry?"

Harry smiled weakly at him; Draco's tears were of joy this time.

Harry and Dean had woken up in the dungeon of Malfoy manor, at least that's what Mr. Olivander said when he asked them if they were alright. Harry had been left alone for a whole of two hours before he was dragged upstairs to meet Voldemort.

The snake faced man was positively giddy with delight, and made a show of torturing Harry, something that has happened in the past two, three Death Eater meetings. The last one was by far the worst. In his motivational talk to his followers, Voldemort began with the captured Harry representing the destroyed hope of the Wizarding world, he then beat Harry down and burned a large dark mark into his back, saying that represented their unrivaled rule over Wizarding Britain.

Harry told Tom he was one for theatrics, and had been thrown back into the dungeon by a scorned dark lord.

a week after that, Harry was horrified when Luna was thrown into their cell as well. She looked happy to see him and simply went to him, hugged him and cried before even beginning to explain why she was there.

It was not good news.

Hogwarts had fallen, Snape was headmaster, the Order were rallying to take Malfoy Manor. Neville was desperately trying to protect students from the Carrows. Xenophilius had been the last non-Voldemort publisher heft and Luna's imprisonment guaranteed his silence.

The best they could do was plan to escape, and take as many of these scum down with them.