The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

Everything has flipped (Draco)

Trigger warning: talk of eating disorders and blood

I was walking back to the Slytherin dormitories to throw up my meagre breakfast before it could do any damage to my body, when a blood-curdling howl sounded across the eeire courtyard. 

"DRACO. DRACO MALFOY. GET HERE THIS INSTANT." Oh how well I knew those words. If someone yelled them at you, especially if it was dad, you had to obey, immediately. I knew the consequences if you ignored him. I bore the marks of these consequences as proudly as my own self-inflicted scars- I hated them, and it was so obvious what they were, you couldn't pretend either were an accident. I turned on the spot and ran, faster than my heart would normally allow it, to the bloody scene of a murder. No, it was Harry, he was lying unconscious on the floor, his blood pooling out in sickening, steamy rivers, which sunk straight into the ground. I paled at the sight of it- what was going on? What had happened? As his eyes rolled back into his head, Snape bodily lifted him up as if he was one of his own Slytherins and carried him, like a baby, to the sickbay, to wake up Madame Pomferey. "Poppy. Mr Potter here ran face first into a stone column, and he fell unconscious at the scene." 

She nodded gravely, and lead him down to a bed in the corner, where Snape neatly deposited him, placing a rolled up towel instead of the normal pillow under his head to protect the sheets. I felt remorseful as I watched him do all these fatherly things, the man with a hatred of children and the boy with no parents. I wished it could be like it used to be at home, with Mother and Father, giving me all the love and attention a child could ever wish for. Now Mother was always on the verge of tears, tied down with the jobs Dobby used to do, hiding herself away from society, Father rotting away in an Azkaban cell, his only chance of escape being another breakout. I wished, in a funny way, that Snape was my dad. I was a lot more like him, except in appearances, than either of parents, who had brought me up to parrot their views, regardless of whether or not I agreed with them or not. Snape had been the one to introduce me to Blaise, my only proper friend, he helped me in potions and DADA, he looked out on me to see if we were hurt, constantly scanning the corridors, scowling at the students (and sometimes other professors) who got in his way.

"Will he be ok?" I asked fearfully, unable to tear my eyes away from the bloody towel.

"He'll be ok. It's not as bad as it looks" Madame Pomferey replied kindly, pressing a wod of gauze into his head and firmly strapping it up. "He's survived worse. I expect the fact he wasn't wearing his glasses didn't help."

"I guess" I said, nibbling my lip anxiously. Snape looked at me out the corner of his eye, guessing I had something I wanted to say. He pulled me aside. "He knows. About Dumbledore, and the mission. I told him, and he knows." Snape put a hand up to his eyes, letting out a long, irritated sigh.

"I can't believe you did that. Out of all the stupid things, you had to tell the man closest to Dumbledore that you're meant to be killing him." He growled, and looked at me again. "You've killed us both. He'll tell Dumbledore, who'll try and put his mind at rest. And he'll tell Granger and Weasley."

"No, he won't. He promised. He'll keep it a secret, I'm certain." It was true, I did trust him, I knew he was as loyal as any good Hufflepuff. 

"Not if it endangers the man he loves." He raked a hand through his hair, thinking of options. "But we have no choice now. Even if I obliviate him, you can break through a shoddy one, and I don't pretend to be an expert on doing it. I just really hope you're right." I nodded, and he whisked his robes away, taking off down the corridor. He passed Ron and Hermione, who burst in.

"Draco? What's happened to Harry? We got told by McGonagall that he was hurt."

"He is. He ran into a stone pillar." Ron eyed me evilly, looking me up and down, his lip curling. I knew he didn't trust me. He didn't have any reason to, granted.