Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 4 🍋

Harry left eye twitched, just like it always did when he was upset. It was (by Harry's best guess) the next morning.

Finlay was humming a lullaby when Harry woke up, it wasn't like any he heard Petunia sing to Dudley when they were kids, so Harry assumed it was a wizard lullaby. The soothing melody eased Harry's nerves, he felt the tension between his shoulder blades depleating. Larkin's voice was closer to a siren's than a wizard's, in Harry's opinion. It was rough yet soft, if that made any sense. Similar to what Harry believed a hug from his father would feel like. Comforting and nurturing, wrapped in strong arms.

"How long have you been awake?" Harry asked Finlay curiously, standing up to stretch his stiff muscles.

"Not very long. You woke up just in time, food should be coming shortly."

In fact food did come shortly. A bowl of muddy oatmeal for Harry, and a slightly rotting half of an apple for Finlay.

"You arrived after dinner last night, so you should eat up. Meals are scarce and small. You will need all the nutrition you can get." Finlay explained.

"You call this food? Harry grimaced, tipping his spoon of oatmeal and watching it splatter back into the bowl.

"Don't go all pureblood on me now Potter. If you plug your nose and tip your chin back, it isn't even that bad." So Harry did just that, ignoring the thick, mushy texture as it slid down his throat.

It felt like eating wet clay, and tasted just about the same too. He winced, struggling to eat another bite. Finlay was happily munching on his apple half by the sounds of it, scarfing it down like a starved animal.

"How are you feeling today?" Harry asked cautiously, he didn't want to remind Finlay of last nights torment.

"I feel much better, I can even bend me wrist again!" He cheered, "Though I would imagine the bones are set wrong." Harry sat back down, leaning against the bars.

"Well that is great news!"

Finlay snorted at Harry's half honest, half sarcastic response.

"Do you want to play 21 questions?" Harry blurted.

"What in the heavens is that, might I ask?"

"It is a muggle game. I don't really know if I play it right, because I've only ever overheard my cousin playing it with his friends. But, I think you just ask one person a question and they answer then they ask the other player, and so on, so forth until each person has answered 20 questions."

They were only fed once a day, but Harry had already discovered they fed him twice what they fed Finlay, and considering that Harry was only given a half filled bowl of cold oatmeal and partially rotten fruit, he was starting to wonder how long Larkin had been in these conditions. The day after he was still pondering why when the death eaters came to deliver food, ruff Finlay up a bit, or even just mock them both they never said Finlay's name. It was as if it was some special unspoken golden rule they all followed strictly. But after a while he dropped it thinking nothing of it since they probably just preferred calling him slurs. Harry heard them call him the f word multiple times making Harry hate them that much more. He didn't know if Finlay was gay, and he was to nervous to ask.

It was only his third day here, yet Harry could already call Larkin one of his closest friends. Sometimes they talked fir hours about nothing and everything. He learned that Lrkin was an only child and was only still alive because of that. His father apparently 'needed an heir' so instead of killing Larkin he abused him emotionally and physically. It reminded Harry of the Dursley's and how he lived in a closet for most of his life (a/n more than one closet if you know what I mean lol). In their lighter conversations he had discovered Larkins favorite color was green, he loved quidditch, his favorite animal was his eagle owl, and that he had a guilty pleasure for playing the piano, though if his father ever found out he would be in trouble for sure.

"Hey Finlay...are you awake?"

"Yes, why Harry? Is there something wrong?" He could hear Finlay scruffling around, prusumeably sitting up. If only this stupid wall wasn't blocking his view of the boy so he could see who he was so quickly becoming so close too. "...Harry?" His thoughts were intruded by Larkin who reminded him he was about to ask him something.

"What do you look like?" Harry asked, quietly.

"Well, I have eyes, hair, skin, elbows-" he started laughing for the first time Harry was there bringing a smile to his own face. "But in all  seriousness, I don't want you to knowing." He paused for a second while a thick silence took the place of his voice, "if you know what I look like you would call out my father and before you try to deny it, we both know about your hero complex wouldn't be able to restrain itself from helping."

Harry couldn't argue, knowing that he would without a double beat Finlay's prat of a father into a bloody pulp if he ever came across him once he was out of this damn cell. Wait, he already knew Finlay's name, so he would be able to find him anyways.

"But I know your name, I could easily just ask around and find out just who you are. You know I've been known to keep tabs on a few Slytherins before."

Finlay chuckled lightly, "Oh I know, I've heard quite the stories about your little obsession with Draco last year."

"Hey! I never was obsessed with Malfoy I just‐ I was just.. um, making sure he wasn't working for Voldemort. Yeah that's what I was doing. And from that I have found that he is forced to be evil.

Harry waited for Finlay's snarky remark about how he wasn't just checking up on Malfoy's activities but it never came. Instead Finlay's seemed to have stopped laughing completely sending a chill through the room. Harry immediately felt remorseful for his jest even if he didn't know why.

"..You are right, he was forced." Finlay finally replied gravely. 

Everyone knew that Malfoy was a despicable and self centered prat who used his name as an excuse to hide behind whenever he had done something wrong. "He wasn't given the choice to join Vo- he who must not be named, did you ever think about that? Not everyone is as blessed to have a choice in what to do or even believe in. Imagine growing up with death eater parents, especially a father who would leap at the chance to serve the Dark Lord even at the expense of others and loved his walking stick more than he should have when he was angry."

Harry was stunned. He never thought that he would actually be right, he just said that as an excuse for not admitting that he liked Draco. "When you are raised to think of the Malfoy name as your first thought when you wake up and last thought before falling asleep, do you seriously think Lucius would ever let him choose your side in this war?" Finlay sounded positively furious, his voice was shaking with rage and Harry could tell his peer was not jesting about the matter.

"How do you know so much about Malfoy?" Harry new he was avoiding the conversation entirely to confused and blind sided to comprehend Draco Malfoy wasnt the villain Hogwarts beleived him to be.

"I've been in the same house as him for six years, don't you know a lot about Seamus or Dean? He is more of a brother to me than a classmate. " He did have a valid point, Harry knew everything about his house mates. And he was bound to after living with them for a large portion of his life.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. Malfoy always seemed so sure of his place in society that I never even thought he wouldn't mindlessly swear to serve Voldemort. " Silence again filled the room, but this time it wasn't a long, and unpleasant pause. Harry could hear Finlay's heavy breathing slow down to a normal pace along with his anger and frustration directed at him. He still didn't know what to believe, Malfoy was a git right down to the bone, but if what Larkin was saying was true then maybe Harry could have an ally he never knew about. Much less a ferret like Draco Lucious Malfoy.