The Elixir Of Time

Chapter 3

Draco's POV-it will probably continue to be in Draco's POV, sometimes it might switch to others, but it will not be in Harry's POV until closer to the end.

"Here we are." The small boy sat on my hips with one of my arms holding him up as we entered the Slytherin common room.

Harry looked around the room wide eyed, but did not make any form of comment. Mcgonagall had shrunk Harry's current clothes to fit him until the proper arrangements have been made. Madame Pomfrey had given him several potions to help with his current state along with a type of salve to help relieve the pain from the cuts and bruises. 

I had asked her why she couldn't just heal them and she said it's because the cuts may look fresh, but they're actually already healed and sadly, nothing would work on something that wasn't necessarily supposed to be there anymore.

Her explanation confused me slightly, but I went along with it, figuring she knows better than I do.

"Lunch is probably over by now, but I think I have some snacks and sweets left in my room. Maybe you can have some of those since you missed lunch." I told the boy, yet he still made no comment. He was weirdly silent and he kept his head pressed to my shoulder.

I would think it is odd for such a young boy to remain so silent. I think my parents had described me as a wailing banshee at his age.

Though, I doubt he had much of a proper childhood. I don't think he even got the chance to act like an actual kid his whole life.

It makes me rethink everything I have said to the chosen boy. I had always thought that he had the perfect life, that he had everything handed to him simply because he was famous before he could even talk. I know now that is a lie and it scares me to think what he has actually been through, especially considering that no one has ever talked about his home life before. I doubt there's a lot of people that know the truth.

With the boy still in my arms, I went up to mine and Blaise's room. We were the only male eighth year slytherin's to return and so we got a whole room to ourselves. I entered the room and went over to the bed on the left, closest to the window that looked out into the lake. I first set all of the potions and other things that I had gotten from the hospital wing on the night stand and then proceeded to put Potter down on the bed.

The boy whined and gripped onto the front of my robes tightly.

"Harry, you've got to let go. You can't stay attached to me like this all the time."

"I scawed, I don' know where I am!" He cried out.

"You're safe here, Harry. You're in my bedroom. I promise there is nothing here that can hurt you." The boy looked up at me with teary eyes and I smiled gently as a form of comfort. Slowly, he let go of my shirt and I was able to set him down. After straightening myself out, I opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out some snacks and a couple pieces of candy I had stashed away. 

Sometimes I eat in my room during meals when I don't feel like dealing with the ridicule of my fellow classmates. "Here you go. Something to hold you over until dinner." I handed the food out to him, but he did not take it. He didn't even look at it. "Aren't you hungry, Harry?"

"No." The boy said in a quiet voice, but I know that can't be true. He looks like skin and bones, not to mention I specifically remember Potter not being at breakfast this morning.

"Harry, it's okay to be hungry. This food is yummy, I promise."

He glanced at me and then to the food before looking back up at me. "I won' be punished?" He asked, the purest, yet saddest look resting on his face.