You Have Everything

Chap 7

Draco looked at Harry, unconscious in his guest bedroom. "I tried everything to keep you alive in sixth year," he mumbled, trying to somehow tame Harry's crazy hair. "So don't try dying in my kitchen again."

Draco scurried out of the room and back into his potions 'lab' as he called it. He finally took the hanger over potion, his head breathing a sigh of relief. He felt stable again, and looked at his still empty hall, still ready to have things unpacked. Before he could do anything, Draco was interpreted again by this time, a doorbell.

Groaning, he slowly made his way downstairs to the door. "This better be important." He grumbled before opening it with a smile.

"Hey Draco, dropping by to say hello." It was the annoying next door neighbor.

"Heyyy, neighbor." He brushed his hair out a little, embarrassed he forgot the weird bloke's name.

"I was wondering, I'm having a barbecue at my place tonight and was wondering if you wanted to drop by?"  He was a big guy, not rather on the chubby side but not slim either. But he became much bigger and bulkier standing next to Draco.

"I, I have a guest over and they're not feeling too well, soooo, maybe some other time?" Draco was desperate not to go until he somehow finds out this man's name.

"He can come too! It's a celebration party so a lot of people will be there, no need to worry." He sounded excited, fighting with his own fingers. Draco didn't really like tall men like him, it felt threatening and dangerous.

"I'll ask them, but no guarantee." He gave an awkward thumbs up that muggles often do, wanting 'neighbor man' to leave quickly.

"Great! See you there!”

He groaned again as he closed the door. "Doing a barbecue in the blasted winter storm, going to get us all killed! And that boy still lives with his mummy! That little peep she is too, 'watching out from the neighborhood' like Merlin she is."

Draco poured himself a cup of firewhiskey and laid on his chaise couch. He didn't like firewhiskey, he didn't like flames in general. But he liked how it hurt, how it felt like it could burn him from the inside. He found out the whiskey brought all the negative thoughts from him. It was different from the muggle whiskey, it was as if he was being forced into the flames that killed Goyle. The fire he caused, just like he caused everything, he should've gone to Azkaban, he should have been in the fire, he should have died, he should have-

Harry woke up in a daze, his body ached as if he rolled down a flight of stairs. He couldn't remember anything, just remembering he was at Draco's house.

He slowly went down stairs, he was getting more hungry with each step. He must have been sleeping forever because when he woke up to the clock it was already three pm. He made it to the living room to see Draco dramatically on the dramatic armchair thing. He got closer to realize that he wasn't sleeping but crying. It wasn't the ugly crying in the bathroom, but a far away cry. A glass cup was rolling on the floor, a firewhiskey clutched in Draco's hand.

"but if you get him drunk enough he'll tell." What Blaise had told him suddenly crossed his mind. But he looked back at the absent Draco, the sad and broken Draco, and it didn't feel like a good idea.

"Hey, are you ok?" Harry was now in Draco's view, trying to get his attention. "C'mon, snap out of it."

"They're all dead, I've killed them." Draco mumbled, but Harry wasn't sure if that was a good sign.

"Um, it's me. Harry Potter, wake up?" He wasn't sure what to do, it was different from when Hermione had it rough during war.

"Why'd you die?" Draco let go of the bottle, Harry barely catching it. "Please come back, I can't do it on my own." Draco lifted his sleeve showing the Dark Mark, but it was bumpy. Rather, the skin was bumpy.

Harry couldn't help but gasp, he remembered when he first saw it, when he finally had his answer he had wondered all year. Draco's pale smooth skin that made it seem as though the Dark Mark was infinitely black. But now the skin was coarse and rough, it wasn't the same as the rest of his skin.

"D-Draco, Draco wake up!" Harry screamed, now panicking as Draco started tearing his skin as he scratched, as if he was clawing out the Mark. But the Mark was unaffected, as if it was taunting the owner. "Draco stop, please stop!" He did his best to keep the hands apart, he even shook Draco, but it was as if he was somewhere else, somewhere far.

Harry panicked as he grabbed his wand, "Draco please, I- I don't know any healing charms, I don't know anything that isn't attack spells!" He threw the useless stick to the floor, he hated feeling powerless, why didn't he try to learn anything else?

"Please! Please look at me!" Harry was now leveling Draco's eyes to his own, yet it gave no response, it was the face of people when Harry was invisible, and he hated those eyes when it came to Draco.

"I should've died." Draco mumbled over and over and over again. Harry wanted to take him out of that place, the survivors' guilt train that was taking Draco away and Harry wanted to blow up the tracks if it meant making Draco stay. Harry wanted to blow everything up, he wanted everything to disappear.

Harry just hugged Draco. Restricting his arms, his body, he grabbed the back of his head, forcing it into Harry's shoulder. And he just held him there, rocking him back and forth until Draco felt limp.

He sighed into Draco, it felt as if he was unable to let go. "I better ask Hermione what some healing charms are."