Draco's Reason

Pain

***TRIGGER WARNING***
  This chapter has mentions of self harm, PTSD triggers, anxiety triggers, and mentions of abuse. Remember to take care of your mental health first. If any of these things can or will trigger a harmful response skip the parts or this chapter. I will mark the beginning and ending of these parts with three asterisks {***}. I love all of my readers and hope that you keep yourselves safe.

Beta'd by my friend Taylor Dong. She's the one that you need to thank for updates.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   September came slowly but way to quickly for Draco. Before he knew it he was packing his trunk and making sure that everyone was comfortable- or as comfortable as they could be in a concrete room with the bare minimum. ***On the morning of September first he was awoken early by his mother dragging him out of bed and across the foyer.***

   "We have no time to wait for you to get ready. Your father and I have to be at the Ministry in an hour, so get in the car," she said as an explanation.

   "Yes Mother." Draco stood and stepped out the door, glad that he had gone to bed dressed.

   They arrived at King's Cross early enough for it to be almost empty. Draco sat silently as the driver grabbed a trolley and put his trunk on it.

   "Draco dear?"

   Draco turned his head to his mother as he stepped out of the car, "Yes Mother?"

   "We will be checking in throughout the year to see how you are doing with the Potter boy, understood?"

   "Yes Mother." Draco nodded and finally closed the door behind him. He grabbed the handle of the trolley and pushed it into the train station slowly. When the car carrying his parents
turned a corner and disappeared from sight, Draco breathed deeply and dropped his head. He was
glad to be out of that place but he already missed his siblings. How would they put up for the next few months? Would they make it to his winter break?

   He squared his shoulders and walked to a bench between platforms nine and ten. He looked up at the clock and saw that it was barely past six in the morning. Of course his parents would leave him at a train station three hours before the train would arrive. And of course they
wouldn't leave him with anything to do for the aforementioned three hours. Draco sighed and sat down. He opened his trunk and pulled out one of the books he was supplied. Crossing his legs underneath him, he began to read. Every four pages he would look to the clock, practically counting the minutes as he sat there. He was approached a total of five times by adults asking where his parents were or what he was doing by himself. Each time he would answer with a
simple 'I'm waiting for the train to take me to my grandparents house' and they would leave.

   Ten minutes before nine Draco closed his book, stood up, and walked to the brick wall. He leaned against it and slipped through easily enough. The train sat there surprisingly enough but what shocked Draco more was the people that were already stepping onto the train.

   Standing in a circle was a group of redheads and a single brunette. The Weasleys and Harry Potter himself. Of course they would arrive early and of course they would have slipped
past Draco without either party noticing the other. Draco quickly boarded the train, trying to cover his face and hair with his arms. Finding an empty carriage was easy enough with literally nobody being on the train and Draco sat down. Seconds later the door opened and closed.

   Harry sat across from Draco and leaned forward. He studied Draco's face and arms and anywhere else he could possibly see skin. "Is your
wrist okay?"

   "What?" Draco looked at Harry in shock. He had never expected to have been asked that question.

   "Your wrist? I know that it was hurt earlier in the summer and I'm wondering if it healed correctly."