Draco's Companion

A/N- Okay guys, I know that was a crazy cliffy, so here ya go. This is an interesting chapter, I'm curious to know how you all are going to react. Reveiw pleassse!! I love to know what you guys are feeling/thinking!!!


Chapter Twenty-Four: Medi-witches and Aurors


"Mom....?" Draco asked as he opened the door.

He stopped in his tracks and Harry walked into him, sending Draco flying forwards, into a mess of blood. Harry grabbed onto Draco's shoulders before he could make contact with the messy floor and pulled him back up.

Narcissa was sitting in the far left corner of the room, half-hidden by a long draping curtain. In her hands she held a knife.

Draco just stood there and stared at what was left of his father.

Lucius was laying face up on the floor, his mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes were open and filmy with death. There were knife slashes all down his body, horizantal cuts, crusty with dried blood. His once beautiful pale skin was now marred and left an odd gray color. His once beautiful pale hair was now red and matted with dried blood from a laceration near his right temple. He was splayed out across the floor, his legs were bent at odd angles underneath him. Blood was surrounding the body from the waist up.

Harry felt like he was looking at an add in a magazine. It all felt too surreal. This didn't happen to Malfoy's. Harry glanced at Narcissa and realized that she was not crying. She was just sitting there, quietly, surveying Harry and Draco. Her lovely hair was stringy and looked dirty, her clothes that she was wearing last night looked weird now. They were out of context and very dishevelled, as though she had been fighting with someone. Narcissa held a long carving knife limply in her left hand. Harry tore his eyes away from her and pulled Draco's face towards him.

"Go downstairs and floo Professor Snape. After he is here floo St. Mungo's, I think your mom needs help."

Draco nodded numbly and left the room. Better to get him out, even though Lucius and Narcissa were like parents to Harry, they *were* Draco's parents, and this would be very hard on him. Hard on both of them. Harder on Draco.

Harry walked over to Narcissa and squatted in front of her.

"May I please have that knife?" Harry asked.

Narcissa didn't move.

Harry peered into her eyes and seen that she didn't seem to be mentally there. He reached down and gingerly pulled the knife from her hand. She let it slide out of her limp grip. Harry stood and put the knife on dresser and went back to Narcissa. As he squatted she blinked a few times, then suddenly broke down into wracking sobs. She put her head in her hands and let it all go.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" Harry asked timidly.

She looked up, startled, as if she just realized that Harry was there.

"What happened?" He asked her.

"I don't know." She whispered.

Harry gave her a confused look and heard a gasp from behind him. He stood up and turned, coming face to face with Professor Snape.

"What happened?" Snape asked.

Harry shrugged, feeling the emotions catching up with him. Tears were pricking the corners of his eyes, flooding his vision. They silently began carving paths down his cheeks. His dream last night was temporarily forgotten.

"Where is Draco?" He choked out.

"Downstairs. I think you should leave Harry." Snape said comfortingly. "I will take care of everything."

Harry shook his head. "No. I want to be here. I need to be here." He said bravely.

Snape sighed. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I'm staying." Harry said forcefully through his tears.

Snape was reminded of Harry's episode in Dumbeldore's office four years ago. He nodded. He didn't need a temper tantrum right now on top of everything else.

Suddenly medi-witches and wizards were flooding into the room. Harry was shoved out of the way as two medi-witches made their way directly to Narcissa, who was still crying and saying "I don't know!" over and over again.

Harry backed up to the wall as four medi-wizards approached Lucius slowly. Before they touched anything a wizard with medical robes and a large camera came into the room. He walked around Lucius snapping photos at every angle, puffs of smoke emitting from the camera with every shot.

Finally he finished and gave the medi-wizards assent to move the body. Two grabbed him under the arms, in his armpits, and two grabbed him by the ankles. One at each limb. A stretcher was floating beside them at the perfect height to move the body onto. At the count of three they all heaved and Lucius's body was pulled up with an odd squelching sound as it pulled free from the corragulated blood.

Harry winced and felt his already weak stomach contract. He left the room in a hurry.

He found Draco outside, sitting in the garden alone. Tears were pouring down his face. Harry sat beside him and took his hand. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. They sat in companionable silence, crying together, holding hands.

Twenty minutes later a man in severe Wizarding robes approached them. He looked much like a lion, and walked with a limp.

"My name is Rufus Scrimgeour." He told the boys. "I'm an auror and I just need to ask each of you a few questions. Seperately"

Draco shrugged and stood up. "I would actually prefer to be together." He told the lion man.

"I'm sorry, It needs to be seperate."

"Fine, but can you make it quick." Draco asked defeatedly through his tears.

The man nodded and him and Draco dissapeared into the house.

They went into a room that was barely used, avoiding the large amount of wizards tramping through the house. Draco sat in a high backed chair, Rufus sat opposite of him leaning down with his elbows on his knees. He looked very intense.

"Where were you last night?" He asked Draco.

"Here. Sleeping." Draco said.

"And you heard nothing?" Rufus asked him skeptically.

"No, Sir. And I was awake for a great deal of the night. Harry had a bad dream and woke up very ill. I stayed awake until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I never left my room though. I swear."

"Do you and Harry share a room?" Rufus asked somewhat perplexed. There was tons of space, why share?

"Yes, Sir."

"Can he tell me truthfully that you were in the room all night?"

"No, Sir. He was asleep. I didn't hear a thing though!" Draco said positively. "I was sleeping until Harry fell off of the bed. That's when I woke up. He was...really sick. I was very distracted from anything by trying to help him. Someone probably could have came into the room at some points and I wouldn't even have noticed. Nevermind something happening" Draco's tears started coming more thickly. "In a different wing of the house."

Scrimgeour looked interested. Draco had no idea why.

"I think we can stop now." He said, realizing the pain the boy was in. "If I get any new information I will come back with more
questions."

Draco nodded. Tears now pouring down his face.

"If you could go and grab your...brother?" He asked brother with raised eyebrows and a question in his tone. "And ask him to come in here. That would be great."

"He's not my brother." Draco said as he walked away.

Harry sat in the garden alone. He just couldn't stop his rush of tears. He hoped Narcissa was okay. Him and Draco would have to go visit her right after this stupid questioning was done. Draco returned shortly, his eyes red and puffy.

"Your turn." He mumbled.

Harry gave Draco's hand a reassuring squeeze and ambled to the house.

Rufus was waiting for him just inside the door. "If you would just follow me please." It wasn't a request.

Harry followed him and sat down in the chair the Auror gestured to.

"Where were you last night?" Rufus asked immediately.

"Here." Harry said.

"Did you hear anything odd?"

"No, Sir. I was sleeping."

"And you didn't hear anything while you were asleep?"

"No, Sir." Harry said. He was going to mention his dream, but that
was irrelevant. Scrimgeour seen his hesitance.

"Nothing at all?" He questioned.

"No, Sir. I was having a pretty....intense...dream." Harry said.

"Intense how?"

"I don't see how that matters." Harry said.

"Your right. It doesn't. Draco sleeps in the same room as you?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Did he leave at any point last night?"

"No, Sir."

Rufus looked at him appraisingly. "How would you know?"

"What are you insinuating?" Harry demanded. Angry.

"Nothing. But you said you were having an, what was it, oh, *intense* dream. How would you know if he left or not? You couldn't hear anything right?"

"No, Sir. I couldn't, but I didn't feel him get up." Harry said pointedly.

The auror reddened a little bit as the realization hit him.

"So he didn't leave?"

"No, Sir. He was there when I woke up too. I woke in the middle of the night. My dream was very unpleasant and I awoke. He was there."

"Okay, and you heard nothing?"

"No, Sir!" Harry said, getting annoyed.

"What do you think happened?"

"I have no idea, Sir." Harry said. He had an idea, but it scared him and he refused to believe it was true.

The auror sighed. "Okay, well that's enough for now. After the situation is looked into more I will be back with more questions."

"Great." Harry said dryly.