Draco's Companion

A/N-Yaaay for another chapter!!! Enjoy! And thank you to those faithful reveiwers i've got. Very muchly appreciated!!!


Chapter Twenty-Five: Realizations

Harry walked sollemnly back towards the garden. Draco was sitting on a bench with his elbows on his knees, his head hanging, and tears dripping off of his chin. Harry walked forwards and put his hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco didn't look up.

"We should go to St. Mungo's" Harry told him after a moment. His voice was thick and hoarse.

Draco nodded and stood shakily to his feet.

Harry clasped his hand and they slowly approached the Manor. Once inside they avoided all of the medi-wizards and aurors that were investigating. Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and pulled Draco into the grate.

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries!" Harry shouted clearly. The fire turned green and Harry pulled Draco tightly to himself. The grate was small and Harry could feel parts of his body banging into the walls. They were spinning madly, but stopped suddenly and slid out of one of the grates inside the hospital. Harry stood and brushed himself off, Draco followed suit.

Harry then pulled Draco forwards towards a desk where there was a man shouting at the witch behind it.

They waited for the man to finish his rant. (Turns out his neice had started growing dragon scales.)

They stepped forward and the woman behind the counter looked very harassed.

"May I help you?" She asked, sharper than necessary.

"Yes. We are looking for Narcissa Malfoy." Harry told the witch.

"Fourth Floor." The witch said pointing to a sign behind her. "Spell Damage. Room seven." she finished. She looked past them at an elderly witch and said 'next' dismissing Harry and Draco.

Harry glanced at Draco and shrugged. He grabbed his arm and pulled him out the way. The elderly witch had opened her mouth to talk and music started pouring out. Harry surpressed a smile and they were on their way to the fourth floor.

"Spell Damage?" Harry asked Draco, perplexed.

Draco shrugged.

They walked up three flights of stairs and emerged on the fourth floor. There was a ward at the very top of the stairs.

"Janus Thickley Ward." The plaque outside the door stated. Harry walked forward and tried to pull the door open. It was locked. He peered inside and he recognized a blonde haired man. Harry stared at him and the man looked up.

"Professor Lockhart?" Harry whispered to himself.

:::::Flashback::::

A few days before the end of Harrys second year was to finish there was rumors about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher taking a couple of students hostage. Rumor had it, that something in his head just snapped and he took Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley into some hole in the ground...or something.

Unfortunately for the professor Ron Weasleys wand had been snapped in half that year by Theodore Nott, and it was currently being held together with tape.

Supposedly, Ron and Hermione had figured out something about Lockhart, and Lockhart couldn't afford to let that information out. He had taken the two underground to obliviate them and leave them there to rot. Hermione had 'accio'd' Lockharts wand to herself, so the man lunged at Ron and stold his wand.

He went to preform 'Obliviate' but the wand backfired and the git erased his own memory. The spell was much stronger because of the faulty wand and Lockhart had been removed from the school that evening.

::::End Flashback::::

"So this is where you are." Harry said to himself.

Draco huffed, and Harry turned. Draco was staring at him with puffy red eyes. He gestured down the corridor and Harry got the hint, following Draco to the seventh door.

They opened the door and Narcissa was laying on a hospital bed. She looked skinny, and very small under the hospital blankets. Witches and Wizards in lime green robes were surrounding most of her. Draco cleared his throat and one of the men turned to look at him.

"May I help you?" The man asked.

"She's my mom." Draco said hoarsely.

The man suddenly looked sympathetic, then glanced at Harry, his eyes turning hard.

"And you?" He asked rudely.

"She's my adopted mother." Harry told him.

The man gave a small smile and looked back over his shoulder.

"I'll be right back" He said to the other figures in lime green.

"Follow me please." The man told them tersely.

Harry and Draco clasped hands and followed the small man down the hallway. They approached a door and then passed through it. The man went behind a desk and gestured at two visiting chairs, the boys sat.

"My name is Hippocrates Smethwyck. I'm the healer in charge of your mother. Mr. Malfoy had been giving us huge donations for many years, so we are making sure to do all that we can to make her comfortable."

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked, "Why is she in spell damage?"

Smethwyck glanced at Draco and Harry, and then looked down at his hands.

"It turns out that she was under the Imperious Curse. This is all assumption, but we think that when she came out of the spell she found that she was holding a knife. She then found Mr. Malfoy dead, with knife slashes all over his body. We think she just snapped at the pressure of what she had done..." He said slowly, pausing every now and then to assess his words.

"Will she be okay?" Draco croaked out.

"We are doing everything we can." The healer told him patiently.
Harry glanced at Draco.

"Is 'everything you can' going to heal her or not?" Draco snapped out, suddenly more angry than upset.

The healer looked up at him, apalled.

"We hope so." He said uncomittedly.

"Listen to me carefully. It better fucking heal her. She is all we have now, and if she dies I will be very, very angry." He said harshly.

The healer gulped and looked at Harry for support.

Harry sneered.

"We are going to back here every fucking day to make sure that you people are doing all you can. I will not take things lightly if she dies."

The healer nodded.

"Can we see her?" Harry asked.

"No." The healer said. "She is being worked on tediously right now. We cannot have any distractions in the room. I need to be getting back actually. You may come tommorow within the specified visiting hours." The healer said rudely. If these boys were going to be rude to him, he wasn't going to try and be nice. He stood up and walked to the door, holding it open. Silently telling the boys to get out of his office. Harry caught the gesture and stood, he strode out of the office with his head held high. Draco followed suit, but glared at the man as they passed him.

*****

Harry and Draco sat in their bedroom, on the same bed though there were not touching at all.

"Who do you think would cast the imperious on your mom?" Harry asked Draco after a while. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"I can only guess Dumbeldore." Draco told him. They had taken calming droughts. Not enough to make them sleep, just enough to calm them down.

"I don't think Dumbeldore would do that." Harry said after a moment of thought. "He doesn't just cast Unforgiveables on people."

"How do you know?" Draco bit out.

"I don't. I'm just assuming. He's a 'good' guy Draco. He doesn't just cast horrible curses on people. What would he have to gain from it?"

"I don't know! Maybe if your all upset at school he can convince you that you should convert."

"That's stupid. He would have to think that we would blame him immediatley."

"Well then who do *you* think did it Harry?"

"I have no idea. Nothing has made sense since last night." Harry said pointedly.

"Your right. Have you thought of anything. What all did the Auror ask you?"

"He asked me a bunch of shit. He asked me if I thought you had anything to do with it. I told him that was definately out, because you were here all night. He asked me how I knew you were here if I was having a bad dream. I told him that you..you know, sleep beside me. You should have seen his face."

Draco let out a smile. "He kind of did something like that with me too. He asked if you were my brother. He had a weird tone when he said it. I just kind of left it hanging at that."

Harry smiled. "It shocked the hell out of him."

"I don't want him to come back here. He said he would be back after they investigated it for a few more days. My question is, if someone was inside the house, close enough to put your mom under the imperius then why didn't they come in here? I mean, we were right here! And she was definately put under the spell after we left her last night." Harry eyes went wide, realizations dawning on him. "Do you think they could have came in while...you know... we were...busy?"

Draco's eyes widened a fraction too. "I never thought of that. I mean I remembered us doing that, I just didn't think it was important. We were pretty caught up..."

"I definately wasn't listening for anything out of the ordinary. We had given my mom the Dreamless Sleep potion. I thought she would have just...fell asleep. If whoever did it came into our room and seen that, I can't imagine they would be happy...."

"Shit.." Harry said. "Were going to need to tell that Scrimgeour man."

"No. It's none of his business what we do. We said we didn't hear anything, and that's the truth. The rest doesn't matter."

"It could be important Draco." Harry pointed out.

"Maybe Dumbeldore had come to talk to us, and seen us having sex and just freaked. You know he doesn't want us together."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco, there is no proof that it was Dumbeldore. He wouldn't just show up unanounced. And he would't just freak."

"Who's side are you on?" Draco snapped.

"Yours! I'm just making some points. Whoever it was could have not even came in here. Maybe they just went straight to your parents' room."

"They could have come in here. We wouldn't have noticed. Most people aren't all for homosexuals Harry. It makes people squeamish."

"Not all people."

"No. But alot."

Something in Harry's mind clicked. It was right after Draco had entered Harry the first time. Both boys were laying still and Draco had asked him if it hurt, or something. Harry had heard an odd squeaking noise1 and hadn't considered it anything but the mattress.
He was sitting on the mattress so he bounced up and down for a moment, listening hard for any squeak. There was none. Draco was watching him curiously, and Harry looked up into his eyes.

"The bed doesn't squeak." He said.

Draco looked at him quizzically. "Okay."

"But I distinctly remember a squeak."

"I don't."

Harry jumped off the bed and walked towards the door. He was about three quarters of the way there when he stepped on a creaky floorboard. He froze and turned to look at Draco, who was sitting on his knees on the bed, watching Harry closely. His eyes widenened when Harry stepped on the creaky board.

"Shit..." They said in unison.

A/N-Okay I know Hippocrates Smethwyck Is not the healer for that ward, but i'm not very good at making up names, so for the sake of my story i just moved him to the Spell Damage division. Hope thats okay with you all.

1- I know in the chapter where they finally have sex I don't portray any feelings of Harry hearing an odd squeak, but that's because this is a work in progress and i just decided to make that happen now. Hope that is also okay with you guys!!!