Dark Memories

Book 2 - Part 2: The White Dragon

Harry's eyes came to rest on the small skinny creature, a memory hitting him before he even could attempt to slow it.

He entered the grand old house, Lucius Malfoy opening the door, welcoming him to his home.

"Milord, I am honored to welcome you into my humble home."

Malfoy bowed, stepping back beside his wife who was with child.

"Ah, a pureblood in the making," he said with a smile as he entered, the door shutting behind him. "A noble thing, this child will be the first of many to enjoy the new world we will bring about."

Narcissa blushed, Lucius beamed.

"Thank you, Milord. Please, this way."

They then entered a large Dining Room with a large table.

"Dobby!" Malfoy shouted.

With a -POP- the creature appeared, bowing extremely low, very clearly shaking in fear.

"Yes, Master?" he squeaked.

Harry quickly shut the door before rushing forward, quickly taking in the memory and putting it aside.

"Dobby, what happened?"

Dobby's eyes widened even more, just staring up at him in shock, fear, and...reverence?

"Harry Potter knows Dobby? How?"

"Never mind that now," Harry said quickly, his eyes trailing over Draco.

The whole right side of Draco's face was burned, the burn continuing down his neck, shoulder, and arm where his robes were scorched and charred, the rest of his robes were covered in dust and were torn.

Dobby was shaking, and with a glance, Harry saw that he was burned as well, and that the thing he was wearing was in worse condition than the washing rags he had to use when he cleaned.

Harry got up and quickly cleared off his bed, silently setting the books back under his table and bed. He then went back to Draco, Dobby still staring at him in shock, watching Harry Potter move so fast and silently.

"Dobby, help me get him on the bed," he ordered, not really knowing what he should do, but knowing something was better than nothing.

Dobby nodded numbly, went to Draco's feet, and helped Harry place him in the middle of the bed (about a foot from either edge).

Harry then kneeled down on the floor and retrieved the potions from under his bed he had just made recently, and set them on the side table in front of the moving picture of his parents.

Harry quickly assessed Draco's injuries, finding that the burns were the only visible injuries, save for the small cuts on his hands and face, as if he had been caught in an explosion.

Harry carefully removed Draco's robes and shirt, handing the ruined clothes to Dobby's outstretched arms. Dobby carefully folded them the best he could, and laid them on Harry's desk as Harry quickly grabbed his cauldron and took a step towards the door.

"I'll be back, I think there's a first aid kit in the bathroom," Harry said. "Stay here and be silent, if he wakes up, tell him I'll be back soon, and to be quiet."

Dobby nodded, standing by the bed.

Harry quietly left his room, going as quickly as he could to the bathroom. He was thankful his relatives were still eating and that the tv was loud. In moments that felt like hours, he got the first aid kit from under the sink, a few towels (hoping Petunia wouldn't miss a few from the back of the bathroom cabinets), and filled his cauldron with water. He then returned to his room, arms carrying the heavy cauldron, a finger grasping the first aid kit's handle, and hand towels draped over his shoulders.