What Have They Done To My Mate! (Discontinued)

Chapter Five.

Draco's POV.

Something feels so wrong. I can feel a numb pain inside my soul. Like it isn't my body that is truly hurting, but someone else's. 

Harry!

He went alone. Totally alone, those bastards could have done something to him. Why didn't I go with him or asked someone else to do so? I should have never let him go alone.

I jump up, ignoring uncle Severus as he demands me for answers. It's not like I was paying attention to what he was talking about anyway.

Okay,  it is not important that he was in the middle of talking about something. I need to find Harry right now and no one can stop me from doing so. Even the Dark Lord would be the same as a firstie on my way.

My legs carry me towards the library. I have to find my Harry. I don't even turn attention to the fact that in my mind I called him mine, which he actually isn't.

But I am too worried to think about anything else at the moment. 

It feels like my feet don't even touch the ground. I just run.

Only to find my new friend in a pool of his own blood. I feel anger and pain, I want to kill those who dared to lay their hands on my sweet little Harry.

Gently I pick up his limp body from the hard cold floor and with my steps small and slow I carry him in my arms towards uncle Severus's office so he could help him.

When I reach there, I almost get a lecture about running off, but then he notices the way too small boy in my arms.

"Please, help him."

He walks fastly around to collect all the potions needed and begins to do his work.

"What happened to him?" He asks me. I answer honestly, I don't know what happened, but I'm pretty sure of who did it.

I fall silent after that, thinking hard what I should do. Should I tell him even though Harry can't give me permission? I know I shouldn't but I do because maybe this will save his life.

"Uncle Sev..."

"Yes, Draco?" He sounds impatient.

"He is wearing a glamour." 

I can see his expression form into one of confusion but without any questions asked he removes the glamour with a wave of his wand. Just that easily my eyes fall on to the beaten and bruised broken boy who should have never gone through something so horrible. 

I'm surprised by uncle Sev's reaction. Never have I ever seen tears in the man's eyes, but now they are welling with tears. I have never thought that Severus Snape could show this kind of an emotion. For Harry Potter.

Quickly, as if they never were there, he wipes away the tears from his eyes and continues his work on Harry. Potion after potion is forced down the unconscious boy's throat. I can see as the wounds close in the effects of the various potions, see as some of the scars fade into lighter shades but none of them disappears. I had hoped that something could be done about them, I guess that Sev already is doing everything he can.

I want to turn my eyes away, but find myself incapable of doing so. I wish I never have to see him like that again and at the same time, I wish to rip every single person who hurt him into pieces. I don't know why I feel like that. I can't understand what I'm feeling anymore. 

I wish I could keep him safely in my arms forever. Wish to see him smile as I bring him the blood of his enemies.

I shake myself out of these thoughts, finding my mind to be very disturbing. My eyes stop on his face. It's eerily peaceful.

Wake up, my dear, wake up.

650 words

27.10.2018.