AN: hi all i have nothing to say for myself but I mean a lot did definitely happen. I got into a car accident last year for which litigation is still ongoing and I just had surgery in july for a tumor in my hand. i reuploaded this story to ao3 cause I kept getting locked out of my account but the good news is that I figured out my password so here we are! if you use Ao3 it's under the same name Also feel free to check out my other works lol! /works/13997133 Here is the link !

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Draco took a deep breath before following after his head of house, knowing that his godfather would expect a truthful explanation, something that the blond felt unwilling to give.

Draco's mind whirled as he tried to think of a suitable justification for his mishap in potions and his godfather stared impassively at him. Finally, the potion master seems to have lost his patience, "Well, Draco? I'm waiting for my explanation."

"Apologies, my father discussed Potter being in the tournament and I was thinking about it. He is…displeased that Potter is doing well."

Severus narrowed his eyes, not believing it to be so simple "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Very well then, you may go. Remember your father will be here in a fortnight, if not me then tell him."

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Draco visits the come-and-go room a few more times but doesn't see any pianist until two weeks later. It's the Sunday evening of a hogmeade outing, his father had come by yesterday and he had taken care of what he could. The room is dark as the moon is new tonight and there are no candles.

Draco can't decide whether he should interrupt, wait, or leave altogether. The person makes the decision for him as he calls out, "How are your injuries?"

"They're fine, healed and I believe the credit goes to you?"

"It's just a few healing spells and potions I nicked from the big bat's stores."

The word bat implied that he wasn't at least a Slytherin but it was his next words that made him uncertain, "I'm assuming either he, your father or Moody gave you those injuries but given your father has yet to storm the castle to put their heads on a spike, it must be him but there are no benefits to you dying." The deduction would've been worthy of Ravenclaw if it hadn't been for the phrasing.

Despite his father being the cause of his injuries, his father had also taught him what it meant to have a life debt that would settle in his soul and remain until he could pay it.

He owed the other his life, what could he do against him if he did try to hurt him? Any attack would only hurt the Malfoy heir so he said the customary words and left the rest to fate.

"I am in your debt. My lifeblood is in your hands."

"You are in need of it, I dare not collect it." came the response.

At least his savior wasn't a mudblood he thought but when he saw the red hair, he wasn't sure if it was better to have died. Owing to his family's sworn enemy after his father had almost killed him, wouldn't it put him in even more danger? There would be no use of the life debt or worry about paying it when his father would kill him.

Not even realizing, he had begun to take shallow breaths as the panic settled in his chest. His eyes blurred and he stumbled back, falling to the ground, feeling foolish for searching for the other and even more foolish for needing another. He could imagine his father's wrath, perhaps this time he really would die.

The redhead rushed over, and helped him to the couch as wordlessly ran diagnostic charms and performed a few more spells that Draco could recognize as healing ones, "Was it it? Were you injured again? Who could even dare curse the son of Lucius Malfoy? Snape wouldn't hex a Slytherin no matter what! Don't tell me…it was Moody, wasn't it? He's a famed deather eater hunter and …well you know your father's reputation. Regardless, you aren't responsible for choices your father made before you were even born. Moody shouldn't have! Your father is on the board of governors right? Can he get him removed? He might be less narcissistic in comparison to Lockhart but that doesn't make him much better!"

"For the love of Merlin, can you please shut up?" The Malfoy heir says as he finally is able to take a deep breath feeling like something in his chest was scarping against his lungs.

The Weasley answers the wordless question, "Two of your ribs were broken, fractured, and close to piercing your lungs. Why didn't you go get treated?! If they had pierced them, you would have died."

"Better to die peacefully than live miserably. And it wasn't Moody who did all this. Loathe as I am to admit but I don't think he is truly terrible, merely mad."

"Then who-"

Draco didn't know what prompted him to be honest. Perhaps it was because no one had ever asked him before, "It was my father."

Ron's eyes widened and the grip on his wand tightened as he cast another spell that Draco didn't recognize and a long roll of parchment appeared. Ron read through it, brow disappearing into his hairline as he went through it, "He really-"

Draco snatched up the parchment, it was a list of injuries caused by spells with the name of each spell, the date it was cast, and the caster on it. The oldest injuries was from when he was 7 months old.

He looked up to ask where the spell had come from when he was enveloped in a hug. Shocked, he did nothing. The last time someone had hugged him had been his mother when he had gotten his Hogwarts letter.

As the redhead finally pulled back, his smile was watery "Some of your fingers need to be rebroken and we need to do something about your left knee. I'm not great at bones and this is a very old injury."

"Why can't we leave it be?"

"If we do, there will come a day when it will give up on you and may not be able to walk again."

Draco froze, "What?"

"I think I recognize the spell but I have to double-check. Let's go."

He swept from the room again before beginning to pace as he thought. Sure enough, the door disappeared and reappeared. They passed through a hallway before entering another room They entered again into a completely different place. It was full of books upon books, organized by language, topic, and alphabet.

"Where are we?" he asked watching his companion flip through book upon book.

"Can't you tell? This is Rowena Ravenclaw's library."

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Read and Review! It has been many years thanks to everyone who keeps reading it anyway. The good news is that I have almost finished this fic so I will do my best to be more consistent with updates. :) with a goal of like a chapter per week. :) I am in my 4th year of college and my writing style has changed quite a lot so hopefully y'all don't mind.