Tom Riddle X Harry Potter

Chapter 42

Draco's POV-
As I wake up in my bed, I felt a hand in both of my. Looking down, I saw Fred and George each holding a hand, asleep on their chairs. I squeezed their hands and they both startled awake.
"Draco! Are you okay?" Fred asked, smoothing hair out of my face.
"I'm...I'll be fine. I think."
They both hugged me, holding me tight and I smiled. 
"Sorry, Dumbledore-" I started, but they shushed me.
"We missed you! We just wanted to find you. You don't apologize," George said, and I buried my head into his shoulder. 
"Thank you."
It took a few moments for me to say, "Okay, let me get up."
"Why?" Fred asked.
"I feel grimy. I want to was my face and my hair."
George ruffled my greasy blond hair, and I gave him a painfullest look.
"Stop messing with it."
"But I like messing with it," he replied smugly.
"Unfortunately, I know."
My boyfriends let me get off the bed and go into the en suite alone. I gripped the sink and looked in the mirror. I almost didn't recognise myself. My eyes were sunken, my hair was a greasy mess and a bruise on the side of my face. I breathed to calm myself down, and looked again. I saw a thin cut across my throat. The sight brought me back to Lily. She was killed infront of me. Suddenly all I could see was her blood, on my hands in my hair. I rushed to wash them. I washed them again and again and again, before drenching my face in water. Some of my hair gets wet in the process. By the third time drenching myself in water, I finally feel like the phantom blood is gone. I breathed. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't know if I could do this. Suddenly, I felt intense pain in my head and my chest. I fell to the floor and there was screaming. I didn't even realise it was me. I could semi-feel my body being moved, but I couldn't focus on who or how or where.  All I cold focus on was the pain.

Hadrian's POV-
"PAPA!" I shouted when I saw him on the floor, writhing in pain. He didn't acknowledge me, or Dad or anyone.  Just had glassy eyes and was screaming. The flames in the fireplace was roaring due to the extreme pain he was feeling. I wanted to run and hold him, but Tom held my hand to keep me back.
"It started about a minute ago," dad told me. Fred and George ran into the room, trying to hold Draco between them. He was writhing around too, screaming as much as Papa.
"It's Dumbledore. He told me this wasn't over. I should have known, I should have expected him to play another card. I know him, I know his strategies, he got caught too easily, he was confident, I-I" I started hyperventilating, feeling like I was at fault for my papa and best friend's pain. Tom tugged me into his chest, holding me tight to ground me"
"Hey, it's not your fault. None of this is your fault. This is something we never would have for seen. I've been fighting him for years, if it is anyone's fault, it's mine."
"How do we fix it?" Dad yelled frantically.
"I don't know," Narcissa replied. She sounded broken and was looking at her son in pain, not knowing how to protect him from it.
"I need to go," I said, trying to leave the room.
"Harry, love, it's not a good idea," Tom told me, knowing where I was going.
"No. I can go and talk to him. I can make a deal and save them both."
"Harry-"
"Let me go!" I shouted, wings and fangs both fully out. Tom looked at me with fear in his eyes for the first time. Dad almost went to go after me, but I shook my head. I left alone, going down to the Dungeons to see my old headmaster.