A/N: thank you for all the reviews, they really improved my week. I hope you enjoy this. I am losing my inspiration for the story and have no idea which direction I want to go in, so a PM about what you guys want to see in the future would be really appreciated, because i really don't want to abandon this fic.

Chapter 6: Reasons

Lucius sat next to Marvolo as the tears poured down his face. He had felt the rage in his Lord the moment he had opened the door to his suite. The magic had been swirling around in a giant tornado of pure energy, though however strong it was Lucius had been allowed entrance, his best friend was still aware of where he was and how close he was to hurting someone without meaning to. His lord hated collateral damage unless it worked in his favour.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Marvolo hissed in fury,

"Oh so we're going on last names then? Alright then Master." Lucius sneered knowing the man hated the title. "Severus and I just thought that maybe you wanted an update on Dalen. But if we are mistaken I will go-"

"NO!" Marvolo cried in fear, "don't go, tell me." He begged, "please." He added as an afterthought.

"He is confused, very confused. He doesn't understand kindness or compassion. Mercy and concern are very foreign feelings to him. He doesn't believe he can be loved or that he can even be looked at with any hint of concern. It is very difficult to snap him out of this mentality, but not impossible or by any means easy. It would be like telling a house elf to accept payment for their services, or try and get a slave to believe that he can be free.

"Severus and I have already tried to keep the boy calm and at least not panicking. And Severus has already begun the process of helping the child see he is human. It has been a very tiring day, for all of us." Lucius sank down on to the bed next to his friend. Marvolo had been shaking with silent sobs after the example of how helping his son would be taken. Lucius lifted his hands carefully and placed them on his lords shoulder, it was hesitant and unsure, but Marvolo turned and sobbed into his friend. It was definitely an odd experience for Lucius, to have is usually unshakable Lord and friend, sobbing despondently into his shoulder. After a moment of peace and companionship Lucius felt Marvolo straighten and pull himself together.

"You are dismissed Lucius. Please return too the healing rooms to help Severus or go to sleep. It has been a tiring day. For all of us." Lucius nodded his head carefully and straightened himself out. He wanted to see Narcissa and settle Draco, however he knew that his best friend would need the comfort of a good friend. Lucius sighed forlornly as he stepped out into the hallway, he was definitely going soft. He shuddered as he suddenly pictured himself wearing Dumbledore coloured robes and sucking on sherbet lemons with a peace sign floating over his head and a bottle of dulled wine in his hands. Yeah, like that will ever happen!

~~~A Light is Born~~~

Dalen coughed as he awoke. Then he froze in fear. Noise wasn't allowed, not allowed, not allowed not allowed notallowednotallowednotallowed. Then silence, peaceful, blissful silence. The silence that was comfortable and warm and wrapped you up like a cocoon to hide you from the world. It was the silence he had grown up in.

"Dalen? Are you awake?" The hesitancy of the voice both startled and confused Dalen, he still couldn't comprehend the fact that someone was looking out for his well being and wanted him to live. He nodded in response to the voice's question. Carefully he opened his eyes, at first they flashed to the fearful red before settling and calming into the regular brown. The severe man was standing right beside his bed, watching him with relief and love? Was that love? It wasn't possible!

" I will just go inform our blonde friends of your awakening. Will you be alright?" Again Dalen nodded, his expression still scrunched up in confusion. The expression was really quite adorable on his tiny face. The severe man looked him over once more in concern before hesitantly leaving the room.

Dalen took the time to look around the room he was placed in in wonder. The toys that were placed neatly on the shelves around the room were obviously for a baby wizard, stuffed animals, building blocks and toy dragons. Though no matter how much Dalen knew that these toys were for babies and not for him, he couldn't help a slight whine that escaped his throat. He wanted one, he wanted to hold a bear, he wanted to play with the blocks, he wanted the dragon to snuggle with him when he wanted to sleep. He wanted it to much that it hurt. However he had learned long ago that neither wanting nor crying for something meant you deserved it, especially for freaky monsters like him. But he still wanted to at least touch the bear, maybe whoever's toys they were wouldn't mind so much if he just imagined he was petting the teddy bear. Maybe imagining would be alright. Then IT happened, the bear lifted itself up from the shelf and floated over to him carefully, like it didn't want to be hurt. The bear landed on the bed in front of him.

Carefully looking around to see if anyone had seen him he slowly reached out to the bear. His bony hand shaking as it hovered in the air just in front of the bear he had wanted to touch, then he did something that surprised him and scared him. He reached out and touched it. He touched the bear. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, he couldn't do this. They would hurt him so badly if they saw what he was doing, if they saw what he had done. Dalen sat with eyes squeezed shut and his entire body trembling on the tiny bed, completely oblivious to the swirling magic that had filled the room, all he knew was that he wanted to cuddle with the stuffed to sitting innocently on his bed.

~~~A Light is Born~~~

Draco watched in surprise as the room was filled with wild magic that a child usually possessed. He looked up at his father and uncle curiously, they had seen him levitate the bear down and how he had fearfully reached out to touch it's head, he wanted to know why Dalen was afraid of the harmless stuffed animal that had been bought before he had been born. Uncle Sev looked like he wanted to run to his godson and pick him up in one of his bear hugs, but his father had grabbed his arm and held him away.

"Dalen?" His father called out calmly in the soft voice that Draco's old bed time stories had been told. However instead of the usual calming effect, Dalen scrambled backwards apologies flying from his mouth and whimpers escaped his throat.

Draco darted forwards and scooped the panicking child up. He ran his hands through his new friends hair in the comforting manner of his mother.

"Hey, it's ok. We won't hurt you. Father would never do anything like Potter did. He hurt you so much that we weren't sure that you would survive after we rescued you. We certainly would never give you injuries after we had just healed you. It alright, you'll be ok." He murmured.

"I..I..I'm sor..sorry. Didn't mean... To touch... The bear. Sorry, so sorry... So sorry. Shouldn't touch... others possessions" Dalen cried, his words coming out in gasps and stutters, his fear clouding his eyes in the familiar red. Then he understood, Dalen didn't understand that this would have been his bedroom had he grown up with his father. This would have been his room when he visited Malfoy Manor. These toys were his, his father had been as excited as his godfather at the announcement that Dalen would be born. These toys were his and Dalen was too afraid to touch them.

"Father... Why?" He whispered, "why would anyone do this to a child? Children are supposed to be precious, aren't they? Like you told me?" He stared pleadingly like his father, desperate to be right.

"Yes. You are correct Draco, and Potter should know this as well. However he is mad with hatred for the Dark. He can't look past alliances and see the people for people, not their magical aptitude." Draco nodded in acceptance, but his eyes were filled with tears. He didn't truly understand why a pure-blood would hurt their child. It baffled him, truly baffled him. He wouldn't have believed it but the proof was snuggling into his arms. Dalen looked so fragile and small that it was impossible to feel not sympathy for him. A tear slid from Draco's eye.

A/N: Ok, so this chapter is just a little interlude for you. I hope you liked it. I am currently working on a One-Shot song fic for Defying Gravity from Wicked. It sounds like a song that Harry could relate to. But anyway, I just wanted to give you guys a little side piece, I know it isn't very long I just wanted to have a little of a Draco Dalen reunion and introduce Dalens magic. The way I was going to do this didn't work in the way I had planned it, so maybe this will help. If you have any ideas on what you would be interested in seeing that would be great because I am losing my direction and inspiration for the story, but I don't want to abandon it. So a PM would be really great, or a review.

Again, lots of thanks to all my favourites, reviewers and followers.