Save me

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Being out of the wizarding world felt good. It was nice to be able to walk around and not have anyone know who he was. Not so nice not being able to understand people though. But he managed. Harry had been walking around for about 2 hours and had already been home and back to the ship to drop off his things. Mostly books, when he heard sobbing coming from one of the alleyways on his way back to the ship. Carefully drawing his wand he went in. There was no signs of anyone until he got to the end. And there on an old mattress next to a dumpster was a boy about his age covered in blood and filth. He was curled up in the fetal position with his back to Harry. He approached him very carefully, trying not to spook the poor boy. He was so dirty Harry couldn’t tell what color his skin or hair was. He must have made a small noise because the boy suddenly started crying harder and curled up in to a tighter ball whimpering “Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me please. Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry I’m sorry just please don’t hurt me.”

Harry recognized that voice. And the realization of it shocked him. All he could do was stare at him for a moment before whispering “Malfoy?”
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“Malfoy what the…” Harry started to say but lost all words as Malfoy’s head snapped to look at him.

His face was covered in filth and blood but even so you could still tell that it was bruised. It looked like both his eyes were swollen shut and he had a fat lip. He had two fairly clean streaks running down each cheek. He had been crying, and crying hard by the sound of his voice.

“Po...Potter, Potter is that you?” Malfoy’s voice was scratchy and almost a whisper. His tone was that of a frightened child calling out to the dark for his mother, but afraid of being too loud and calling the monster instead.

“Malfoy, what in bloody hell happened to you?” Harry asked as he moved just a little bit closer. As he got closer the smell of him was almost enough to make Harry lose his lunch. But he came closer still to the boy, and as he did he noticed that one of his arms was limp and discolored and that Draco was trembling. He had on one shoe and on a closer look, Harry realized, that he was in the same clothing he had last seen him in. The night Dumbledore died. The night Malfoy let the Death-eaters in to the school.

That night was burned into Harry’s memory. Every night he would dream of Dumbledore’s plea with Snape, his face as Snape cast the killing cruse. And every time he saw Bill he would remember that Draco Malfoy was the one who let everything happen and that he was the one that couldn’t stop it. He had spent every waking moment wanting to kill this boy in front of him. All the anger that Harry had tried to burry since watching Cedric die came rushing back and it was all Harry could do not to just reach out and kill Draco. It would be so easy.

“Never mind Malfoy, I don’t care. I should kill you! You’re the reason everything has gone to hell. You and your Master are the reasons my life is hell. I don’t care what happens to you. You should be glad that I was the one who found you first and not Ron. Otherwise you’d be dead you little bastard.” As Harry turned to leave a hand shot out and grabbed his ankle.

“NO! Please kill me.” Draco sobbed “Please kill me before they find me. Potter please. Please don’t let them get me.”

Harry was momentarily stunned. Never in all the years had he known Malfoy, the boy had never begged. And it disturbed Harry more than just a little to hear him, not begging him to spare his life, but to end it. What the hell had happened to him.

“If you need protection why don’t you just go ask you daddy. He got out of Azkaban. So…”

“BUT HE WON’T KILL ME.” Sobbed Draco his voice cracking. He let go of Harry’s leg and curled in on himself.

“What are you talking about!!! Dumbledore is DEAD and your father is out of prison! You should be happily celebrating with Voldemort! Why didn’t they protect you?!?!” Harry stared in shock at what he just said. Why did he care that Death Eaters hadn’t protected Malfoy. But not nearly as shocked as he was with Malfoy’s response.

“Because they’re the ones that did this. Please Harry, please kill me before they find me. Plea…”


“Come on Lucius. Let’s check down here. He can’t have gotten far.”

Harry Froze as the voice of Bellatrix came from the entrance of the alleyway.

“I know Bella. I just wish I didn’t have such a disappointing son. Why the Dark Lord won’t just do away with him is beyond me.”

It was the sound of Draco’s sharp intake of air that snapped him out of it. He did not need to get caught by those two. What the hell were they doing in SPAIN anyways? And for some reason he also couldn’t stand the thought of them getting Malfoy either. Not after hearing what his own father had just said.
It was then that he remembered the invisibility cloak and quickly pulled Draco to him and made sure they were covered with it. Draco was trapped between Harry and the dumpster. As the footsteps came closer, he started to hyperventilate into Harry’s shirt. Harry pulled Draco closer and whispered. “Shhh. Calm down Malfoy. I won’t let them get you. I promise.” That didn’t seem to help. But as the two Death Eaters were now a mere ten feet away he didn’t dare say anything more. Not that he would have needed to. For after a few more feet, Draco went limp against him.

As they finally walked into sight Harry held his breath. He took in the changes a year had on them. Bellatrix looked just as stunning as ever, in a very gothic kind of way. Harry hated that he found her beautiful when she was nothing but a murdering psychopath that deserved to be sent to the deepest pit in hell where she would suffer a fate worse than Harry could think of at that moment. And then there was Lucius, who looked like he had been in the deepest pit of hell and suffered a fate worse than Harry could think of at that moment.

“If you wish to be rid of him dear brother-in-law, then why did you not just do it yourself? If you had then we would not be here now looking for him. And how did he get out in the first place?”

“The Dark Lord has other plans for him. And it seems he Apparated.” Lucius’s replay as he used the end of his cane to move some boxes Draco may be able to hide behind.

“Really? In his condition? I must say that I am a bit impressed. It’s not just anyone who can do that with their magic bound. If he has that kind of power then I’m not at all surprised the Master has us out looking for him.”

“Come Bella, he’s not here.” And with that both the Death Eaters left back down the ally.

As soon as Harry felt it safe to come out he tossed the cloak off and tried to breathe a breath of fresh air. The smell coming off of Malfoy was making him sick. He looked down at the boy only to find that he had fainted. He moved Malfoy so that he could stand up. Harry ran down to the opening of the ally and carefully looked out to see where Lucius and Bellatrix had gone. He spotted them just a short ways away talking with a local merchant. There was no way he would be able to carry Malfoy out of here. Then a smirk that even Malfoy would have been happy to claim appeared on Harry’s face. He turned and walked straight back to Malfoy, pointed his wand at him and with the smirk still in place, Harry muttered the same spell (although unknowingly) that Hermione had used to turn him into a cat. Harry then very carefully picked up the dirty little kitten and held it close. Picked up the invisibility cloak, and Apparated back to the ship with a pop. He never saw the woman at the opening of the alleyway. Never saw her breathe a sigh of relief. Nor did he see the man with her do the same.

“He won’t hurt him will he?” Asked the woman as she watched Lucius and Bellatrix continue to make their way up the street.

“ Potter may be a lot of things, but he is never cruel. Draco is as the safest place he can be. Don’t worry Cissa, he’ll protect him.”

“I can only hope you’re right Sev. I can only hope.” And with that they both disappeared away with a pop.


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When Harry got back to his room the first thing he heard was yelling on the other side of the door. So he cuddled Draco closer and opened the door to find Hermione was the one yelling. She seemed to be very upset that Ron had let Harry go out alone. Ron was calmly saying that it was Harry’s choice to leave and he may not agree with it but he would respect it. It was odd on how the two seemed to have treaded roles. Normally Hermione was the calm and collected one and Ron was the one the exploded.

“How the hell can you be so stupid? Harry needs us to look after him.”

“I don’t need you to look after me. I need you to believe and trust in me Hermione. Ron at lest knew I was going to try to sneak out. I just walked right by you in the hall. Now stop fighting. I have a headache and am going to take a bath. I don’t want to see anyone for the rest of the afternoon. Got that Hermione?” Harry’s voice was cool and commanding. Hermione just glared at pressed her lips.

“Glad to see you came back mate. Did you have fun?” Ron asked Harry even though he watched Remus come out of his room.

“Yeah. I found a stray cat. I think I’m going to keep him. Hi Remus, how are you feeling?”

“Good Harry. Now what seems to be all the commotion? And where did you find the cat? Next to a dumpster?” Asked Remus as he wrinkled his nose in detest of the smell coming off of Harry.

“Hahaha, yeah I did actually. I’m going to give him a bath as I take one too. If he’s feeling up to it I’ll let you guys see him at dinner.” Harry closed the door on 3 stunned faces. It had been weeks, months even since Harry had laughed and it wasn’t forced.

“I told you this vacation would be good for him.” Said Hermione with a smirk. “come on Ron, we can go do some research in my room.”

Remus just smiled a little at the not so subtle hit Hermione gave Ron.

“Well, looks like I seem to be by myself again. Huh. Might as well go see the other gusts on this boat.” And with that he left the room.

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When Draco started to come around the first thing he noticed was that he was warm and comfortable. He let out a sigh as he just enjoyed the feeling of being warm. He had been cold for such a long time. The next few things he realized were that he was naked in water and there was a firm chest against his back and hands were washing him. He tried to jerk forward but the arms around him held him in place. And a soothing voice whispered in his ear.

“It’s alright Malfoy. You safe. It’s just me.”

“Potter? What the hell. I asked you to kill me not give me a bloody bath?” Snaped Draco as he tried to once again get away from Harry.

“I know. There are only a few people I am willing to kill. And you are not one of them. Besides why should I kill you when I can feel better about myself if I help you instead?” Harry’s voice had a hint of amusement to it. Even as Draco became to weak to struggle anymore and fell back against Harry. He just continued to clean him. And once he was done with that he just let Draco lay against him and relaxed. Of course he had had to change the water out more than once to get all the dirt and grime off.

Harry couldn’t for the life of him tell you why he was doing this. It just felt right. He was still angry at him for everything that he had done to him and his friends. But the way Lucius and Bellatrix had talked about him and the way they had obviously abused him just made Harry want to protect him. He didn’t know how Draco would react to that so he kept those thoughts to himself.
It was just when the water was starting to get cool the Harry realized that Draco had fallen asleep again. So Harry got them both out and dressed Draco in boxers and a t-shirt. He noticed how thin Draco had become. It just couldn’t be healthy to be able to count your ribs. Harry got him tucked into bed and caught himself brushing some of Draco’s hair away from his face. Draco had two black eyes and a split lip, a dislocated arm (which he relocated), some cracked ribs, and a few broken toes. Not to mention all the numerous bruise and burns he had. And some of the marks Harry would rather not think of where they came from. Harry was shocked that Draco hadn’t seemed more upset with him in the bath. But then again he had been begging Harry to kill him. He would have to handle this new situation very delicately. Draco no doubt had information. If He played his cards right, he could get both information and a sanctuary for Malfoy.
Harry looked at the clock and realized he still had a few hours before dinner and decided that a nap was a good idea. So he climbed in next to Draco but not touching. Setting the alarm clock for 5 he went to sleep. He would think of what to do next when he got up.


A/N: Sneakyfox is that a good thing or a bad thing? Lol.
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