Dragon He Saved

It would be a complete misconception if Harry would have said he wasn't a bit
intimidated by Draco. Power breathed off the boy as if it were a second skin;
sucking in anything in its path into a vortex that left you breathless with
anticipation.

It was potent and thrilling and made Harry's insides quiver despite the pain
riddling through him. Merlin, Draco could be intoxicating like this...

"Don't move." A calm voice whispered near Harry's ear, making his head roll
to the side in surprise. He had been too preoccupied with the pain and Draco to
focus on anything else. Apparently someone had snuck in while he wasn't paying
attention...

"Professor Lupin!?" He squeaked in surprise. There in the same musty old
robes that Harry had last seen him in was his former Professor, Remus Lupin. A
man he hadn't seen in nearly three years.

"What? How? When?" Harry stuttered making a twisted smile tug at the man's
lips.

"Just relax Harry. I'll explain everything soon enough." The man murmured,
placing a hand on Harry's shoulder to press him down again. But Harry railed
against him. He didn't want to go relax. He wanted answers. He wanted to help
Draco...Draco!

Rolling his head again to the other side, Harry's eyes widened in stunned
disbelief. There in the doorway of the bedroom he had spent the last few years
of his life in, stood the most astonishing event Harry guessed he would ever
see.

Draco Malfoy and Sirius Black, wands raised, warding off his Uncle, Aunt and
simpering cousin Dudley. It was mind-boggling.

"Oh god..." Harry breathed as he unthinkingly tried to move towards them. A
mind numbing throb raced through his veins like ice, off setting the longing
that had moments ago licked through him. The pressure from his jeans against his
swollen knee was, surprisingly, easing the pain but every small pant of breath
he took made it flare anew.

"I said don't move." Professor Lupin implored again. This time pressing the
flat of his hand against the middle of Harry's chest to ensure that he wouldn't
try to get up again.

"But Professor..." Harry started but was silenced almost instantly as a
chocolate frog was shoved into his mouth.

"Here, Harry. Eat that. It'll make you feel better and I'll just..."

Harry watched wearily as his former professor pushed up the sleeves of his
robes and sat back on his haunches, peering closely at the straining fabric
around Harry's knee.

"Mmm...your cousin did quite a trick on this..." He muttered, more to himself
than Harry. Not that Harry was going to complain...or could complain since, at
the moment, he was biting off a wiggling chocolate frog leg.

Harry had never really liked chocolate frogs. Even if the chocolate did serve
to make you feel better, he never did like how it wiggled all the way down. It
gave him the creeps. But he ate the frog none-the-less.

He had a feeling he'd need the energy.

"All right there, Harry?" Lupin asked, taking a small respite from inspecting
Harry's knee. Thank Merlin he hadn't touched it...the chocolate frog would have
just come right back up from the pain.

Harry nodded. Beads of cold perspiration were gathering on his upper lip and
forehead. Lupin nodded.

"Well I'm not in the same league as Poppy but..." Leaning closer till he was
crouched over Harry's knee, Lupin pulled out his wand. He looked up
apologetically at Harry. "I'm afraid this is going to hurt...quite a bit.”

With that the man looked back down at Harry's knee and placed the tip of his
wand over the swelling fabric. Harry watched in pained-fascination as a small
spark of blue began to glow at the end of the man's wand, expanding slowly till
it encircled Harry's entire knee. The pain began to ease.

"It doesn't hu--" Harry began but stopped short as an inferno closed around
him.

Harry screamed.