Twist Of Fate *Muggle AU*

The Confession: Part 2

A/n: Trigger Waring: Again, this is not for the faint of heart. I'd also like to point out that I'm not a fan of Snape, so I made him how I'd like to see him. The guy kinda deserved to be redeemed for saving Harry in the last chapter anyways. Anyways, Enjoy.

Draco POV

My chest heaved as I let out each bated breath. From what I could tell Harry was doing the same, and for the same reason. He didn't know that two different people had said those last sentences to him. He had passed out a bit before the ambulance came and took him away.

I hadn't noticed before, but dry tears stained my cheeks. I wiped my eyes with my palms, pressing in gently. The guilt I had felt as a child clawed at my heart and the back of my head.

I took a deep breath and looked Harry straight in his eyes, from his expression he wanted an explanation- the things he didn't see, my side of the whole thing and why it had bothered me so much. "Can I show you something?"

Without waiting for an answer I walked over and stood in front of him. I rolled up the sleeve of my dress shirt and stuck out my wrist.

He gasped at the tattoo on my left wrist, it was of a skull with a snake coming out of it. "This represents the bad," I indicated to the skull and snake. "My past I cannot change, but that shaped me to the man I am today."

Rolling up the other sleeve I show him my other wrist. I didn't have to explain it, from the expression of seeing the single lily blooming from a small pot, he knew what it meant. At some point Harry and I ended up on the couch together.

It represented change, but it also represented Harry. That day had been the worst day of my entire life, and father had basically told me he'd kill me if I told anyone about Voldemort. That is, if Voldemort didn't kill me himself first.

I glance at the clock. His heart wrenching story had taken the whole session. Luckily for him, I made sure he was my last patient of the day. Not that he needed to know that.

"I'll tell you my side of story, because I want you to know that my father was NOT the reason I wanted you to live." I bit my lip and take a deep breath, "Okay, so..."

Once Harry had been taken away I all but ran to my room, I didn't need to look behind me to know mother was close at my heel. This was bad. It's one thing that my life was in constant danger. Harry had nothing to do with this.

"Mother-" I stopped as I heard screams in our disgusting basement. I clenched my eyes shut holding back tears. I should have known the stubborn ass Gryffindor would seek revenge for the people Voldemort has murdered. Especially since he's the one that killed Harry's parents.

I didn't know the whole story, but I heard father talking to mother, that the only reason Harry had lived was because, Lily, his mother, hid him away. It sickened me that the man formerly known as Tom Riddle, was messed up enough to kill a baby.

"Mother, you have to save him, please..."

"Dear, I'm not sure that I can." Mother had her lips pursed, she did that when she was thinking.

"Mum," her eyebrows arched at the informal way I addressed her, but she kept her mouth shut. "Listen, we may bully each other, but I..." She touched my shoulder and looked at me knowingly

"I'll get him out of here." She said simply and left the room. While she was gone I grabbed some of my old robes I was sure would fit him and left them on my bed in case she decided to get him new clothes.

Mother and I had been stuck here for months. The two I thought were my friends, Crabbe and Goyle, had started a fire fight at Hogwarts. They said they were forced, but I swear they had fun before police came and were able to detain them.

The two monsters had killed a number of people before they were stopped: Remus Lupin, his wife and my cousin, Tonks. Even Fred, one of the Weasley twins. I'd never say, but I secretly looked up to the twins. They had pranked the school more times than one. I still wasn't sure how they flooded one of the halls.

Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown, and a few others had lost their life in the shootings as well. The whole thing made me stop and realize who my real mates were. Pansy Parkinson was stuck up but she had helped countless students in secret rooms of the old castle. Even Blaise had been able to distract the two shooters for a fraction of a second.

I jumped when I heard mother come intod grab the robes I had laid out on my bed. "Is he...?"

"He's fine, I really think this will work, just stay here until I tell you." I nodded at her and started pacing.

A few minutes later she came in with the cordless phone in her hand. I knew this was her one and only chance to call the authorities, and a shred of hope enveloped my very being. That is, until I heard the gunshot.

I ran out of my room faster than I thought was possible. Mum followed, still on the phone with the police, her face grave with worry.

I heard the last two shots as I made it outside. Assessing the scene, I saw that Voldemort and Bellatrix lay on the ground, lifeless. Snape ran to the manor stairs with a bleeding Potter in his arms.

I had a split second to think about how proud I was of my almost vile godfather, but at that exact moment the greasy haired, hook nosed old man was my favorite person. I looked at Harry as my mind finally caught up with the present.

"Potter. Potter! Don't you dare die! You've been shot in the abdomen. I am going to apply pressure to the wound so you don't bleed out. But you have to hang in there." Snape was saying in a soft, but worried voice that didn't sound like Severus at all.

I knelt down by the two, helping Snape apply more pressure "You are such a stubborn, hard-headed Gryffindor." I half growled, half sobbed out. "There is no way we are going to let this be the end of your story Harry Potter!"

I stopped talking then, just staring into Harry's emerald green eyes. I didn't have to say that after the ambulance took Harry away Snape was taken to Azkaban Prison. He knew. I wasn't sure if it was because he killed two people, or because he was conspiring with Voldemort. What kind of name was Voldemort anyways? America had the Zodiac Killer, but we were stuck with Lord Voldemort? Talk about egotistical.

Snape only has a few more years before he's out of Azkaban. From what he's told me in letters we exchange every month, he does not regret his decision. He told me his love for Harry's mother, Lily. Though I was sure it was high-key obsession that he's not willing to admit.

Snape knew, even through all the shit he put Potter through, he could not let Harry die. I was forever grateful to the greasy haired git.

"It was you that said that?" I heard Harry ask, I simply nodded, Snape would never call Harry a stubborn Gryffindor. He squeezed my hand gently and smiled, and a wall that I tried to keep up for so many years came crumbling down, just because of a simple smile.