Lost Boy

Chapter 13

Every time something bad happened, Draco internally believed that it was his fault. All of the bad events happening to him are because he chose the wrong side of the war, and now he had to pay for his sins.

After dinner, they had gone straight to the Burrow to pick up Teddy, who was already half asleep. The two men put Teddy in his own bed, and he was asleep before Harry even got 5 pages into the story.

Shyly, Harry had invited Draco to spend the night in his bed. Draco had agreed, and he fell asleep with his head on Harry's chest listening to his heartbeat. He had mistaken the vibrating of his pager for the sound thumps of Harry's heartbeat.

Draco sat up quickly, throwing off the covers and checking his pager.

"Holy shit."

Harry had awoken in the midst of Draco's shuffling, and he followed him out of bed as he ran across the hall into his room. He emerged less than a minute later in his Healer's robes.

"This is bad Harry, it's so bad."

Before Harry could reply, his own pager went off, and Harry wanted to throw up. He knew what that sound meant from Auror drills.

"Teddy," Draco breathed.

"Go, I've got him. Every minute you're not there counts. Be careful Draco."

"I need you to come back to me," Draco pleaded, urgently caressing Harry's cheek as if he would be ripped away from him at any moment.

"I will come back to you my love, I promise," Harry swore, leaning his forehead against Draco's. "I regret that I didn't kiss you earlier, there's so much I thought I would have time to say."

"You will have time to say it Harry. You will come back to me so I can kiss you and take you on a proper date," were Draco's parting words as he apparated to Saint Mungo's.

He had to keep reiterating that Harry was coming back to him. Maybe if he said it out loud enough times it would be true. Draco wished he hadn't been such a coward after their date and had kissed Harry under the stars in France. That couldn't be thought of now, he had patients to attend to, and he prayed Harry wouldn't end up being one of them.

In his Auror robes, Harry scooped up Teddy and their go bags before flooing them to the Burrow.

"Emergency!," Harry yelled, covering Teddy's ears.

"Harry?," Teddy asked with his lip wobbling and tears in his eyes.

"I love you so much Teddy bear, and so does Draco. We have to go into work, so I'm going to leave you with grandma Molly okay? She'll keep you safe."

"I love you too. Be careful and come home to me and Draco."

"I will see you soon, love. Be good, yeah? I know you're the bestest," Harry said with a tight smile, hugging and kissing his godson as he didn't know when he would see him again.

"We'll take care of him," Molly promised. "Take care of yourself."

"I will."

With that, Harry allowed his pager to bring him to where he needed to be.

Bodies. There were so many bodies when Harry arrived that he had to fight himself as to not vomit immediately. He was immediately transported back to the Great Hall after the final battle, but he dug his fingernails into his palms to focus. He had to stay safe.

Moving quickly, Harry began whipping spells at those he recognized from his case files. He was angry that these people were breaking up families, including his. Squibs had been kidnapped and experimented on as this crime ring tried to extract the dormant magical energy flowing through their veins. They even took children, and it made him sick to imagine Teddy being placed in such a scenario.