A Malfoy's Potter // Draco Malfoy

Chapter 12

Madam Pomfrey shooed at the group of kids that were peering through the door of the hospital wing, waiting for something to happen. Pomfrey only allowed one kid in at a time for two minutes, just long enough to whisper something to the unconscious Harry and possibly leave him a treat before dispersing so another kid could come in. Almost every Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor student had left him a treat but now Madam Pomfrey had pulled the plug and wouldn't allow anyone else in except Lily.

"Anything yet?" Ron asked, stretching his neck to try and locate a hole in the wooden door that he could peer through since Fred and George were hogging the keyhole.

"She is still pacing," Fred, who was presently looking through the keyhole, muttered. "It looks like she is having a war with herself."

"Oh, leave her be!" Hermione huffed from where she was patiently waiting some news. "How would you feel if you were locked up in the hospital wing with your twin brother unconscious, battered, and bruised and you had the power to possibly heal him but you had never used said powers before?"

Fred and George were both about to say that they would try anyway even if they blew something up in the process but then they stopped when they realized that Harry could have been the "thing they blew up".

"You've got a point," George mumbled.

Lily paced back and forth at the end of Harry's bed. She was chewing on her pink sweater that had sleeves that were so long that they fitted over her hands like mittens. At least she was chewing on the sweater than on her actual fist. Her black boots made clopping sounds as she walked back and forth and even though her black jumper was the most comfortable dress, she had brought with her to school, she found every inch of it itching her.

Finally, she stopped and stared at her brother who still lay unconscious on the cot. Why hadn't she been there to help him? Because she was so busy trying to be all sweet and nice to everyone that she hadn't noticed her brother, Ron and Hermione acting peculiar and sneaking off to do things. She felt ashamed that even after not knowing she had a twin brother and just finding him, she was so uninvolved in his life that he got hurt and she didn't even know it.

Sighing, she sat down on the bed beside Harry's and bit her lip. Harry had to face Fluffy, flying keys, a giant chess board and Voldemort himself! All she had to face was Fluffy and she screamed like the little girl she was. There went her self-confidence.

"I'm really sorry Harry," she whispered, feeling tears prick her eyes. "This is all my fault... if I had been there for you maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt... and now... I'm too chicken to even try to use these powers that I possess that could actually cure you!"

She got no response from her unconscious twin which only made the tears keep streaming. "You have always been so good to me, supportive... and what have I done? I thought only of myself and this is where it got me, my brother unconscious and I can do something about it but... I'm afraid. I'm afraid of myself and you weren't even afraid of the evilest wizard of all time!"

The girl leant forward and caught Harry's hand in hers before shakily taking a deep breath, "You know whenever I was scared... or sick... Papa Nate or Ama would sing to me... and it always made all the pain disappear like it was some kind of miraculous cure..."

Glancing around the room, Lily found herself alone with Harry (but she was unaware of the curious eyes peering through the keyhole). Turning back to her brother, she began to gently sing, her voice so gentle and soft like a gentle breeze but once she got halfway through the song, her voice was filling every inch of the room, power radiating off of her by her voice.

When I am a wasteland

You are the water

When I am the winter