Draco's Companion

A/N-- Okay, I tried to write this as quick as i could. (I took my laptop ransom:P, lol no i just did it while my dad was asleep, and then sent it to my e-mail so i could post it on my other computer.) See, all of my writing was on my laptop, so i had to switch it over. But thats done now. Anyway....I'll write after the chapter so i don't ruin stuff.

Enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Letters

Harry stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes after Draco had laid back down and closed his eyes. Draco was breathing deeply and Harry realized he was asleep. He walked to his own bed, not feeling at all in the mood to be sharing one with Draco and laid down.
He was seriously considering stopping this 'thing' with Draco. The whole thing was confusing, and everything that had happened since they had been together for the first time was devastating. The longer he laid there, the longer that he felt that everything was just very wrong. If they hadn't had sex would everything still be okay? Somehow Harry doubted it. He sincerely wished that everything was just how it used to be. That everything was the same, Lucius alive, Narcissa not in the hospital, Harry and Draco as they used to be.

Had commiting themselves to each other completely ruined everything? Had it tottaly blinded them to everything around them?
The longer that Harry laid there and thought about it, the longer he fought against himself. There was nothing wrong with them being together. They loved each other, and they had for years. It was as simple as that. Nothing would ever change their feelings. Nothing. Not even the fact that Dracos father had most likely died before the boys had actually had sex. They were completely devoted to each other. Or at least Harry was completely devoted to Draco.
Harry would have to talk to Draco about it in the morning.

*******

Draco woke up early. He felt extremely light, happier than he had in a couple days. He vaugely remembered the rain stopping last night. Was that a sign? A sign that Lucius was actually listening?

That it wasn't Harry and Draco's fault?

Draco looked sideways across the room, to his lover who was still sleeping peacefully (thank God) in his bed, looking as comfortable as ever.

Harrys eyes opened slightly before he rolled towards the wall and continued sleeping.

Draco slipped out of his bed and walked quietly and sneakily (so he didn't make the boards creak) out of the room. He shut the door queitly behind him and headed to his parents' room. Rather his mothers room. He stepped inside of the door and his stomach dropped when he didn't see her there. He suddenly remembered that she was at the hospital and let out a sigh of releif. She wasn't missing, he had just forgotten. He then decided to make his way downstairs to the kitchen, where he could enjoy a lonely meal of one, seeing as Harry was still sleeping. Draco vaugely wondered when Harry had finally gotten to bed.

He was just crossing through the family room when he looked at the fireplace. He decided to just go to the hospital now. He didn't want Harry there when he questioned his mother about her and his fathers whereabouts a couple nights before. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to find out alone.

He walked up the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder
He tossed it into the fireplace, stepped inside, and called out his destination. Once he slid to his desired location he took the elevator to the correct floor and found the desired door. He entered the room and inhaled a gasp. Without the mess of Medi-Wizards around he could actually look at his mother. He was almost disgusted with the sight, she looked terribly ill.

He stepped forward and clasped her hand into his. She opened her eyes and smiled when she seen him.

"Hi baby." She said lovingly when she realized who it was.

"Hi" he ansered, and smiled.

He sat down and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her.

She grimaced. "Okay, you know?"

He nodded his head warmly and smiled at her, even though he really had no idea.

"I've actually come to ask you something." He answered, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but also not wanting to stick around in the smelly hospital for longer than he needed to.

Her smile wavered. "What is it?" She asked, unsure of herself, and now unsure of Draco.

"Well.." He said, dragging out. She knew, he knew she did.
She sat with her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to ask.

"We were wondering what exactly happened. Where did you go the other night?" He asked, getting right to the point.

Narcissa sat quietly for a few moments, judging her sons attitude. Did he really want to know?

"Where?" He asked more forcefully after a few moments. He was getting impatient.

"Well." She answered slowly. "We were sent on a mission to muggle London. Precisely we were sent to the Dursleys" Draco raised his eyebrows, "You know?" She asked uncertaintly, "Harry's muggle relatives?" Draco nodded, "Once we were inside we were to locate the family and terminate them, they were a disgrace to muggles, and humans alike. We got inside, and were torturing the large, purple-faced husband, Vernon, when a spell was cast from behind. I didn't get a look to see what it was, because I just seen a flash of light and then Lucius was laying on the ground in pain. He was grunting and groaning," Tears were making their way to her eyes now, "And then I just lost it. I left the group who was torturing the fat man and ran to your father. I didn't register exactly what was happening at the time because we were in a muggle home. After I contained myself, and registered the shock I felt I realized that he was under the Cruciatus Curse. I grabbed him and apparated back to our Lord. Once our Lord realized that we had done wrong, and not killed the family we were sent to terminate, he got angry. He punished Lucius for being caught, and cast a bunch of charms. Half of the time I didn't even know what curses he was casting, I was hysterical", She said nodding her head in shame, "After that we apparated back here. I thought Sandor had taken care of him, but apparently not." She said, tears running quickly down her pale cheeks.

Draco shook his head. He could tell his mother was weak. She looked as though that one speech would be all she said for days. He was just opening his mouth to tell his mother that she was placed under the Imperius Curse last night, when a Medi-Wizard flew into the room.

He grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him outside the door. "How is she?" Draco asked the healer.

He looked sad. "Shes doing alright. We are still pretty confused about her. Something is off. She's sicker than she looks. We're desperatly hoping that she can pull out of this."

Draco dropped his eyes to the floor. "Did you want to tell me something?" He asked the Healer who had pulled Draco from the room.

"You cannot tell her anything. She needs to remember the details on her own." He said after closing the door. "We think that if we give her enough time to remember being put under the curse, she may even remember who put her under it. We also feel that she does know who cursed your father, seeing as how it was probably the same person, but we need her to come to terms with that herself." He explained calmly to Draco.

Draco nodded slowly. "So I can't tell her anything at all?"
The healer shook his head. "Nothing." He answered.

Draco walked away from the healer, back inside his mothers room. For some reason he didn't want to go back to Harry yet. He would rather sit here alone with his mother, who was now sleeping peacefully, sitting upright in her bed.

Draco put his head on a fist, his elbow on a small table. He watched his mother sleep and thought about the Dursley's. They were muggles, who could have been there to curse them?

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Harry woke up to a soundless house. He got out of his bed and roamed around the empty house.

'Where's Draco?' He thought to himself as he checked most of the rooms in the mansion. The only room he didn't check was Lucius' and Narcissa's. He couldn't go in there, and something told him Draco wasn't in there either.

He walked down the stairs to check to lower level of the house. He could tell before he even looked that no one was there. The mansion held the slightly eerie feeling of emptyness.

Harry sat on the couch.

"Dobby." He said loudly. There was a 'crack' and the house-elf appeared in front of him.

"Yes, master Harry?" The house elf asked.

"Have you seen Draco yet today?"

"No sir." The house elf replied sollemnly.

Harry looked at the house elf thoughtfully. Dobby was staring at
Harry as though he had something to say, but it seemed like something was stopping him.

"Do you have something to ask me?" Harry asked curiously.
Dobby shook his head, but continued to stare at Harry.

"Well what's your problem then?" Harry asked, starting to feel very uncomfortable.

Dobby's decorum changed, he was now slightly hunched over, and trembling a little bit. Harry continued to look at him.

"Nothing, sir." The elf squeaked out.

Harry leaned forward and grabbed the house elf by the shoulders. "Whats wrong with you?" He asked forcefully. He had never seen the elf act like this before.

"Dobby has never been alone with sir." Dobby replied.

Harry was confused now.

"Okay..."

"Dobby just wants to thank you, sir."

"Thank me?" Harry asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Thank me for what?" Harry had never done anything to merit a thanks from the elf. He wasn't even used to him most of the time.
Suddenly Dobby straightened out. He ran to the wall and started smashing his head against it.

Harry let out a yell and ran forward, seizing the odd elf by his bedsheet.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Dobby is punishing himself, sir." Dobby answered.

"Why?"

"Because sir. Dobby almost let out a secret. Dobby almost broke the rules of an elf, and diobeyed his masters, sir." The elf struggled out of Harry's grip and ran at the wall again. Harry reached out and grabbed the elf by the tiny, bony wrist.

"Stop it." Harry ordered.

The elf looked at him sadly. "Yes, Sir." He said.

Dobby started to wring his hands, "Is there anything Dobby can get for sir?" He asked quickly.

He obviously wanted to leave the room.

"No thanks." Harry said.

Dobby looked straight into Harry's eyes and snapped his fingers. He was gone with a 'crack'.

Harry sat down on the couch.

'What the hell?' He thought to himself.

He sat there for a few more minutes and decided that maybe he should get to know more about himself.

He had no idea who he was going to write to, and decided against the only person who he knew was related to him (in a way.)

:::::Flashback:::::

It was Harry and Draco's third year at Hogwarts. A few days before school started they went on a trip to Diagon Alley, and found that it was posted with Wanted posters.

Harry looked at Lucius curiously.

"Who is that?" He asked Lucius, pointing to a poster that was close to them. On the poster was a crazy looking man, he had long matted hair that reached his elbows. His eyes were sunken in his head and he looked waxy, and ill.

"That would be Sirius Black." Lucius told him. "He is Narcissa's cousin, but he was kicked out of the family because he was a blood traitor. He was friends with your dad." Lucius said.

"He broke out of Azkaban?" Harry asked in awe. Not even really thinking about his dad. No one that he had heard about had accomplished that.

"Looks that way."

*****

When they arrived at school, it was to pure panic. There were hooded creepy figures floating at all the entrances to the school.

Everytime Harry looked at one he felt very cold, and sick.

At the opening feast Dumbeldore stressed the fact that all of the students were to stay as far away from them as possible. They were deadly, and they would feast if provoked.

Harry obeyed, he had no reason to be near them. The fact that they made him feel like shit helped out too.

Throughout the school year Harry kept seeing this huge black, shaggy dog everywhere. He didn't know what it meant.

"Draco. Why do I keep seeing this huge dog everywhere?"

Draco looked confused.

"I haven't seen any dog." he said.

"I have. Everywhere."

Draco looked genuinely confused. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

****

The students' third year was the year they were allowed to go to the village of Hogsmeade. Harry had gotten permission from Lucius, seeing as how he was Harry's gaurdian.

On their first trip the student's were lining up inside the great doors, waiting for Filch to accept their forms of approval.

McGonagall walked over to Harry and pulled him to the side.

"I'm sorry Harry, but you aren't going to be going to Hogsmeade this year." She told him.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Why not?" he asked her. Surely they weren't still trying to make his life at school hell.

"I'm taking you to Professor Dumbeldore so he can explain it all to you."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked past McGonagall to Draco, who was looking at him with a look that clearly meant 'Blow her off and lets go.' Harry shook his head at Draco and shrugged his shoulders.

"Go on without me." Harry told him as he followed McGonagall.

Draco looked shocked, but he didn't follow Harry.

Mcgonagall took Harry to Dumbeldore's office. After their introductions, and 'hello's' and Harry refusing the candy offered to him, Dumbeldore got to the point.

"You've seen the posters of the man who escaped from Azkaban?"

Dumbeldore asked.

Harry nodded.

"Well Harry, that man is your Godfather."

Harry gasped. He had a Godfather! His Godfather was Narcissa's cousin...oh yea.. they hated each other.

"Okay..." Harry said slowly. What did this have to do with him not going to Hogsmeade?

"Well, we have reason to believe that he escaped Azkaban to kill you."

Harry actually laughed at this.

"Why would he want to kill me?" He asked while fighting off an incredulous smile.

"Well, a few years ago. Thirteen to be exact, he had killed Peter Pettigrew, leaving only his finger behind. After he did that he just stood in the street and laughed manically. I'm only telling you that so you know how serious this is. He had also killed a large amount of muggles in the process. I went to Azkaban a few weeks ago, and walked past his cell. He was still in there and he was muttering 'He's at Hogwarts.' The entire time."

Harry's eyebrows knitted together. That wasn't really an answer to his question.

"I asked why he would WANT to kill me."

"Well... We really aren't sure of that yet. But necessary precautions need to be taken."

Harry just sighed. He knew there was no point in arguing. He passed over his slip of parchment that would allow him to leave Hogwarts grounds and left the office without another word.

****

Harry found out at the end of the year that Sirius was most definately not there to kill Harry, but to kill that Ron gits rat, who had proven to be Peter Pettigrew. Harry wished he could have gotten his hands on the rat that had killed his parents first. Sirius did the job though, and killed the rat, and then flee'd Hogwarts grounds. He had gotten a letter from Sirius three weeks later, explaining that he was Harry's godfather, but he understood if Harry wanted to stay at Malfoy Manor. Of course he did. Harry had only ever seen this man while he was on the Azkaban posters, who knew who he really was. They had corrosponded a few times over the past couple years.

:::::End Flashback:::::

As Harry was remembering this, Sirius' picture came into his veiw. He made the connection quickly and slapped his hand to his forehead. The man in the dream Harry had. The one on the light side the he didn't recognize. He was Sirius! He looked different, much cleaner, but it was no doubt him.

Harry sat there an hour and a half, composing his letter to Sirius. It hadn't actually turned out very long, despite the amount of time spent on it.

*

Sirius,

Harry here. How's everything? Hopefully your cave is up to standards. (He couldn't help being a little smug and sarcastic to the man, even though he was writing for some help.) I'm writing to ask you a few things about myself, even though I have kept away from finding out my past for years.

Firstly, I had a very weird dream the other night. I was wondering if you could help me figure it out? It was basically between the 'light' and the 'dark'. Dumbeldore (among others, including you) were on one side of the room, calling to me, and then Draco, (and Our Lord) were on the other side of the room. For some reason I felt more comfortable running to Dumbeldore. As I did that Draco ordered Our Lord to kill me. Could that mean anything?

Then, the night I had that dream, Narcissa was put under the Imperius curse and killed her husband, Lucius. It's a huge thing. No one knows who did it, and why.

Then lastly, today, I was looking for Draco and called one of our house elves. He was acting really weird around me and I finally told him to tell me what his problem was. He went on about how he had never been alone with me and just wanted to take that opportunity to thank me. Thank me for what, Sirius? I'm so confused.

I know nothing about myself, can you please help me? Everything is so confusing.

I would appreciate your silence, (ha ha) I'm sorry... but help me, please.

Sincerely,


Harry.
*

Harry sent the letter off and sat on his bed. He was waiting for someone who loved him to either return, or answer back.


A/N--Okay, I seriously really hate this chapter. HATE IT!!!! I hope everyone else can at least give me some honest opinions here. I tried to get a chapter out cuz i felt bad lol, so i just tried to write, although i do have alot on my mind. Can I get some suggestions for a couple chapters, I mean, I know where I'm going with it and all, but i do need help to get another sex scene in somewhere...i just dunno where...and things like that.
I'm going insane!!!
I hope no one hates this chapter as much as me. Just give me some honest opinions pleaseee!!!

Shannon xoxox