Life goes on... (drarry)

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Draco's POV

He woke up with a terrible headache in his bed three days later. He felt like throwing up. He looked at his left arm and almost fainted again when he saw it. The dark mark.

He got out of bed because he needed a shower desperately. He quickly got his clothes out of his closet and walked to his bathroom. He showered and got dressed. His parents weren't home so he went downstairs.

He sat down on the couch, feeling miserable. He was a Deatheater, he had lost Harry and, if he found him, he would hate him anyway.

"Draco, you're finally awake," it was his mother. "Mother, I thought you were out," he said and turned to look at her. She looked like she hadn't slept for days.

She gasped when he looked at her. "Sweety, you look terrible," she wispered, tears filling her eyes. Draco didn't like seeing her like this. He blinked his tears away.

"Mother, where is Harry?" He asked her. Tears started spilling out of her eyes and she shook her head. "I don't know, Draco. I'm sorry," she wispered.

"I'll get you something to eat," she said and left the room. Draco didn't reply.
Harry. Was. In. The. House. But. He. Didn't. Know. Where.
It almost killed him.

Harry's POV:

Harry only got a meal once a day and he was starving. He couldn't sleep because the floor was so hard and he couldn't eat because he felt sick.

Today he would have to face Voldemort and he would never be able to fight him in this state.
There was no way of comunicating with the Order, who still thought that Harry was at school, safe.

Three days after his arrival, Wormtail had to come and get him because Voldemort would arrive any minute.
Harry felt like throwing up because he was so scared. He couldn't walk so Wormtail had to levitate him up the stairs.

They arrived in a big room with black furniture. There was a large table in the middle which was filled by people dressed in black robes. Deatheaters!

As soon as they entered the room went quiet and everyone stared at Harry. There were a few wispers and laughs especially from Bellatrix Lestrange. Lord Voldemort was sitting at the top of the table and he was smiling at Harry in an evil kind of way.

Harry fell on the ground, hard. He had to stop himself not to cry out because he was still convinced that his arm was broken.

Harry tried to see if he knew any people who were sitting at the table. There were a lot of people he knew from the maze in his fourth year and also from the ministry in his fifth. He also identified Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, Yaxley, another Deatheater he knew from the daily prophet and... Draco!