The Boy Without a Soul

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The Boy Without A Soul
By Angelwings Sorrow


Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Yes enter.” Snape was preparing for class when there was a desperate knock at his office door.

“Professor … he needs help… sir, please!”

“What happen to him? Why are you carrying him?” The potion’s master ushered the two boys into the room and glanced around to make sure no one was round or following them. “Lay him the on the couch.”

“Well sir we had a little run in, in front of the great hall and since he is so light he went flying into a near by suit of armor.” Draco laid the former Gryffindore on the couch.

“Remove his robes and his shirt while I get his potions and a healing slave.” The blonde Slytherin froze “Now Draco before he bleeds to death.”

“Yes sir.” Draco turned bright red as he removed the soiled robes from the small boy. After removing the shirt Snape entered the room and began forcing potions down Harry’s throat.

“Class is about to start. I want you to go in and start the class reading and preparing the potion on the board. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Sir I can watch Potter sir there are more death eater spies now they were mark last Friday. I received a letter yesterday from Father and he wrote that you were under suspicion. The dark lord has been very dissatisfied that most of the muggle attacks that you were apart of were prevented by auras.” The potion master spy paled at this news.

“I see, I wasn’t called last Friday, but a number of Slytherins stayed in town for the weekend. When you write you father tell him thanks and I’ll be more careful from now on. As for Potter you know the law only family care take care of him I’ll not have you risking your freedom for our family problems.”

“Sir the law is for a public hospital or medi-wizarding healing facilities not individuals. I’ll be fine the class will think I’m skiving off because of a bad hair day. “Draco smirked as he pointed to his mess hair. “You better go the class is filling up.”

“Very well wash wounds then apply the salve. If he wakes shove these potions down his throat Merlin knows he won’t take them on his own.” Snape shove the potions at the young Slytherin then swept from the room with robes billowing behind him.

“He’s such a drama Queen.” Gasped a raspy voice. “*Cough* Cough*” the smaller teen coughed up some blood. “Just ignore his orders and get to class. I’m fine I’ll be even better if everyone would leave me alone.”

“You don’t mean that Potter. You’re going to bleed to death if you don’t get treatment, besides Snape will kill me if I didn’t follow his orders, or worst take points.” Harry shook his head as he allowed Draco to help him sit up.

‘Wonder if all Slytherins are this overly dramatic?’ As Harry ponder the workings of the Slytherin mind, Draco removed the bloody rags the injured back. He was trying to do it with the detachment of a healer, but it was hard when the patient had such an inner beauty that it made the outer one ten times more beautiful.

“Potter I need you to help me out here and stop fighting me.”

“I’m not fighting you I’m too weak. So just leave me alone.”

“I won’t argue that you’re too weak to move right now, but you’re not too weak to use magic. I can’t see the wound there is a strong glamour on you and I can’t heal what I can’t see. Draco felt the smaller boy stiffen in his arms. “ I know you don’t trust me, but I really want to help. Please let me help you.”

“You won’t like what you see no one ever likes what they see.”

“Potter you’re hurt of course I’m not going to like. You are so thin that this injury could kill you.” The Slytherin’s deep voice dropped to a soft whisper. “Please I don’t want you to die.”

Harry was speechless. He had heard many times that people care and that he had to live to fulfill his destiny, but the words always sounded hollow. Only is uncle Severus ever truly sincere like Draco sound just now. He closed his eyes and released the glamour. He didn’t want the other boy to see the small glimmer of hope in his eyes. Hope was a dangerous thing, but it will keep him alive for the time being. He had a purpose to sever after all. ‘Hope’ what was he hoping for? Love? Affection? Something this boy might not feel for him. Maybe it was just pity or id was delusions of lost child.

“You’re an Elfin.” Draco gasped in awe. His shock wore to sadness as the young elfin pulled away in shame. “You’re beautiful H…Potter. Unfortunately you now have blood in this beautifully soft hair. The blonde Slytherin gently pulled the long black hair together and moved it to the side so he could wash the Harry’s back. Draco waved his wand over the small back to stop and further bleeding the washed away the excess blood. When applying the salve Draco noticed the many scars that riddle the smooth skin. Some of them were fresh others older, some maybe even years old. His heart broke how could he have been so wrong about Harry. ‘Harry? When did he become Harry?’

‘*He’s always been Harry you were just too stubborn to listen to me*’ argued his heart.

‘If you’re so smart what do I do now?’

‘*Be there for him show you give damn about him. No one ever showed him that. *’

‘How do you know all that and I don’t.’

‘* I pay attention to something other than quidditch and potions. *’

‘If you weren’t me I’d hate you.’

‘* Get over yourself now, and take care of the beautiful Elfin. *’ Draco decide not to comment but finish the task at hand.

“There now that you back is healed let wash the blood out of you hair. I know Beautiful needs special care.”

“Its just hair Malfoy.” The elfin blushed as he rolled his eyes and turned his head away; in an attempt to hide is embarrassment. No one had ever taken such gentle care when treating his injuries. Normally it’s potions shoved down his throat and healing charms that rip through his body.

“Potter Just take your potions while I get water and a wash basin. You better take them all or I’ll get Professor Snape to give them to you.”

“Fine, but I’m doing this under threat of inhumane cruelty!” Harry watched the laughing Slytherin disappear in to the bathroom then began downing the awful fowl tasting potions.

‘I know Uncle Severus can make them taste but he just like to see me suffer.’ After placing the last empty vial on the table he sat back ad let the tears fall. The small Elfin hugged his knees and cried in shame and sorrow. He was shamed that someone as beautiful as Malfoy saw his ugly freakish body. He felt the sorrow of his fate.

‘I am a freak, and a weapon; I have no right to hope. Hope kills. I kill. No one will ever love a weapon.’ Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand lay gently on his shoulder.

“It’s all right Potter it’s just me.”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?

“I am not sure. I guess I miss the lively Potter who would give me a real challenge. Then there is the part of me that wants to be the friend I never got the chance to be.” Draco helped Harry lay back down on the couch with his head and his hair hang over the armrest. The long silky elfin hair pooling the water basin below and Draco started to wash and rinse the blood away.

“You’re better off being friends with a flesh eating slug than me. I just bring death. Like I basilisk one look from me and your dead.”

“You’re wrong, you have saved some many people by stopping that madman each time you face him.” The Slytherin began to gently the hair with a towel.

“ NO! I killed my love ones. I killed people I don’t even know. Draco Leave me before you die too.”

“But Harry …” suddenly the small teen was enveloped in a blue light and soon fast asleep.

“He won’t listen to you.”

“Professor Lupin!” Draco gasped as he saw his DADA teacher walk in to the room with his wand still out. “What did you do to him?”

“Just a sleeping charm and please call me Remus.” The werewolf put his wand away as he stroked the hair out of the sleeping elfin’s face. “ Harry won’t listen to you or anyone for that matter. He has lost his soul and he is just waiting to die.”

“What do you mean he’s lost his soul?”

“Do you remember in third year when the studied the dementors because they were everywhere?” Draco nodded thinking back to what they learned. “What does it feel like when they are near?”

“Well it felt like the happiness was being sucked out of me.”

“Exactly! That is what they are doing feeding on your happiness. When they administered the Kiss they take your soul by draining you of the one thing that keeps the happiness and the soul alive.”

“What’s that sir?”

“Hope.”

“Hope?” now this was confusing the young Slytherin.

“Yes Harry has lost all hope and is just waiting to die. Without hope his body moves with no real life.”

“But Professor Snape said that all he need was a couple of potions and rest, and H…Potter would be okay.” Draco protested. He did not like what he was hearing. He refused to believe that Harry was going to die. Harry was stronger than that and had the will to survive any thing.

“Severus,” sighed Remus “Is denying the fact Harry can’t be cured, at lest not with potions. Deep down he knows this, but he’ll continue to try every he can think of to save him.”

“If that is true? If there is not cure why do you let him purse this pointless task?”

“Then I would be taking his hope, and that would shatter Severus’ soul. Harry is that last of his family and it would kill him to lose him again.”

“…” The Young Slytherin continued to stare at the young Elfin. ‘How can such a beautiful person with such purity of heart lose hope, and his soul?’

“So how long have you cared for Harry?”

“What?!” the werewolf laughed as Draco had fallen of his seat and landed flat on his arse. “Ow! That bloody hurt.”

“Severus had the same reaction when I told him my suspicions. There is no point in trying to hide it. I maybe an old werewolf but my sense of smell is still sharp.”

“Sir you are not old, the headmaster is old.” Draco stood up and then covered the sleeping Elfin with a soft fur blanket that was on the armchair he was once sitting on. “What does you’re sense of smell have to do with my feelings for Harry?”

“Humans don’t know this but every emotion has a scent. You have the scent of caring. It’s lighter than love and sweeter then lust, but there is a faint hint of lust when you are near Harry. So I don’t think you are in love with him, but given time you will fall for him. I don’t really need your scent to tell me your feelings I see in your eyes and the your actions. You watch him worry over him and you protect him. If that isn’t the ways of love I don’t know what is.” Remus smirked as he had watched the Slytherin brush soft kiss to the elfin’s forehead as he tucked him in.

“I’m head boy of Slytherin I’m suppose to watch out for the other student to keep them from harms way.”

“Yes but how many students do you tuck in and kiss goodnight?” Draco’s pale face began to glow bright red. He hadn’t realized what he was doing it all felt so natural.He was spared from answering by the potion master’s entrance.

“Is he alright? I have more potions for pain and infections…”

“Calm down Severus Harry’s fine. I’ve got him under a sleeping charm. He’s too exhausted to fight it. So he won’t run off like always.” Remus held a hand on his mate shoulder to calm his mate.

“Mr. Malfoy report and do not leave any detail out.”

“Sir. Potter was reluctant to let me help at first. Eventually I got him to trust me not to harm him and remove his glamour. I was then able to see and treat the cuts, thankfully, weren’t too deep. Due to his small light frame he lost a lot of blood.”

“He removed his glamour?!” Snape whirled around to Harry’s sleeping form. To say he was shocked would be an understatement; he was floored at this truth! ‘Harry hates his elfin form and would never willingly remove his glamour charm for anyone even family. He must really trust Draco.’

“Severus Harry’s secret is safe with Draco. Your prize student has taken great care of our nephew. He even got him to drink all his potions even those special nutrient potions he refuses to drink.” Snape’s eyes widen and he whirled around till hi gaze landed on the empty potion vials. Draco thought if the potion master kept whirling around like that his head was going to snap off. Snape then looked over at the two teens and gave them a calculating look. Then the serious oxy eyes met amused amber eyes.

‘Damn I owe you 10 galleons don’t I.’

‘Yes you do love but, I believe, aside from our small wager, this will be good for Harry. Maybe Draco can help him find his soul.’

‘Lupin you are an optimistic Gryffindor I refuse to risk Harry’s life on adolescent hormones. You need more than puppy love to convince me that this is best for Harry. Till then I have nothing more to say.’

“I’m impressed Mr. Malfoy you could make a fine medi-wizard some day. I have to get back the second half of class is about to begin. I have a free period after that what about you Lupin?”

“Well I have a period after lunch. I have first year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in 10 minutes.”

“Very well then. Mr. Malfoy you receive full marks for to day and 10 points to Slytherin for taking care of a fellow student.” Then the head of Slytherin swept out of the room out and the werewolf chuckled at his mate dramatics.

“I knew he’d figure away for his house to earn points. I must be going too.” Remus stood up and straightened his robes. “You don’t have to stay Draco the sleep charm will last till the end of class. He’ll be fine if you want to return to your dorm and rest as it has been a taxing morning on you.”

“No, I’ll stay. Harry told me that potions and charms don’t last long on him. He shouldn’t wake up and alone.”

“Alright. If he does wake before Severus returns try to get him to eat something. Merlin knows he won’t listen to us maybe he’ll listen to you.” Remus smiled at the blonde teen before leaving the two teens to the silence of the dungeons. Draco turned his gaze back to the sleeping elfin.

“Don’t worry Harry. I’ll help you heal your shattered soul. I don’t know how, but I’ll find away. I’m not giving up on you.”