Redemption | Drarry (Old version. Incomplete)

Chapter 23: What We Waited For

FILLER FOR END OF ARC I

Before Harry knew it, he was facing the ceiling with no recollection of how he had gotten back to his room. His head felt like a thousand sticks raining down on him at once. He rubbed his temple in agitation.

Soon, his vision was clouded by fog, and a dark outline came into view. He was seated at the head of a long table, his surroundings dark, but he could make out a few faces.

Bellatrix, Greyback, Rodolphus, Lucius, and many others. Harry fought to get out, but he was merely swept back in, and a feeling of irritation lingered.

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Draco had woken up, his head hurt, his back hurt, his sides hurt. Everywhere hurt, and there was nothing he could do. He tried to stretch his legs, and all he got was a faint crack and numbness. All he could do was continue facing the ceiling.

"Oh, thank Merlin, you're awake." He heard a woman sigh from his left, but his head wouldn't turn.

"Don't worry, your bones just need time to mend." She whispered, putting away something in the corner. Draco knew that voice, but something wasn't making him remember.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and hurried steps rushed toward Draco's bed.

"Mr. Zabini, what did I say about your entry? There are other patients." The woman scolded the person softly. It was almost as if this was a recurring thing.

The man, Zabini, apologized softly as he approached Draco's bed, "Is he okay?"

"Yes. He will be temporarily immobile because his bones have to shift to accommodate his new set of bones, so I would give it 5 hours before he is fine."

The man hummed in understanding as he put his hand on Draco's forehead.

Then the door opened again, "Is he okay?" A shrill voice asked.

"Yes, Pansy, you can stop crying now."

"I was not crying." The girl, Pansy, demanded.

Draco was getting dizzy from all the voices rushing in all at once, and decided it was time to close his eyes, but he couldn't. A thought kept lingering in his head.

A cupboard. A dangerous cupboard. A cupboard he needed to be with right now, doing something. But he could not remember what it was.

This made him nervous, and his heart started to pick up pace. All he could do was lie down still and think to himself. Was the cupboard fixed?

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Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office. He was summoned, and he knew whatever would happen next was not something he would like, but that was besides the point. He needs to get there.

But his vision was getting blurrier by the second, and his legs threatened to give out. He felt so weak, but he wanted to get there. It had to be important.

His head ached even more when he was exposed to direct light. And right now, it was in the middle of the afternoon. The sun shone brightly, casting a shadow on the trees and bouncing off the reflective areas in the courtyard.

He forehead gathers a lot of sweat as he continues his way toward Dumbledore's office.

He could make it.

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A/N: Okay, let's start off the main story. We already know what happens next. Horcrux, flee school, the hunt, the trap, the killing, etc.

I will be including flashbacks in the new arc, in order to get the overall gist of Harry's mentak health and Draco's way of taking care of himself.

I want to get this done!!!