SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 41

Harry slammed into consciousness with a scream in his throat. He thrashed wildly, attempting to free himself from whoever had captured him.

"Harry! Please stop!" Draco pleaded in his ear.

Harry stopped, but his chest was heaving and his eyes were darting about wildly, unfocused. "Draco?"

"Yes, it's me," Draco said in relief, his grip tightening around Harry rather than releasing him.

"Where's Victoria?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Victoria's fine," Draco reassured him, but he sounded confused with the fact that Harry was asking about her. "She's asleep in the nursery."

"Severus!" Harry shouted when his eyes finally focused on the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do not shout," Severus said, wincing in pain.

"Oh gods, you've got to go to Madam Pomfrey," Harry said. He realized that Remus was supporting Severus' back, essentially keeping him upright. "Remus, he needs help," he said, his voice rising again.

"Potter!" Severus said commandingly. "Calm yourself. Now!"

"But I saw . . . I saw . . . oh gods," Harry moaned miserably. He clapped a hand over his mouth, knowing he was going to be sick. Draco released him and followed as Harry scrambled to the loo.

He couldn't decide if he was mortified or grateful that Draco was there, but his thoughts were so twisted that he didn't dwell on it. He had much bigger things to worry about, if he could only get his stomach to stay in place.

"Shhh, Harry," Draco said soothingly, rubbing his back.

Harry changed his mind and decided he was extremely grateful that Draco was there. He fell back against him, shaking uncontrollably. Draco's arms were holding him tightly and Narcissa was there to help. She washed his face with a wet flannel, murmuring soothingly. Harry wondered if it was simply a Malfoy trait, being able to talk in that tone that helped calm him.

"You need to help Severus," Harry protested, beginning to panic again and trying to get to his feet. Draco pulled him back, not allowing him to go anywhere.

"Lucius and Remus are seeing to his injuries now that you are awake," Narcissa said calmly.

"I couldn't wake you up, Harry," Draco explained, lingering worry evident in his voice. "No one could. Not until Severus got here."

That explained the terrible taste of potion in his mouth when he'd first woke up. "I was trapped," Harry moaned pitifully.

"Yes, Severus was rather forceful when he informed us of that fact," Narcissa said, wincing a little. "I'm very sorry, Harry. We should never have subjected you to Dreamless Sleep."

Lucius stepped into the bathroom, drawing all of their attention. "I've been summarily ordered to bring you these potions, Harry," he said drolly. "Severus is under the impression that he is in charge, despite his current condition."

Harry struggled to get up again, not seeing the humour in the situation. "Is he all right? If he's giving orders, then it means he'll be okay, right?" he asked anxiously.

"He will be perfectly fine, Harry," Lucius assured him. "He is a little worse for wear at the moment, but his snarkiness has not been damaged in the slightest."

"Voldemort almost killed him," Harry muttered, bowing his head. "I'm surprised he didn't curse Severus insane."

"You watched him being tortured, didn't you?" Narcissa asked, her tone indicating that she was already fairly certain of the answer.