Resorted

Chapter Four

"Blaise where is he!" Draco heard a girl screech from outside Harry's bed.
"I'll go looking now, so should you. Leave a note for Potter, don't wake him up, something happened to him last night, let him sleep till six at the latest." Two heavily breathing teens walked out the door in worry. "Oh God they think I've gone missing." Draco mumbled under his breathe, "Harry, you need to get up." Draco was being held tightly by the raven-haired boy and could only move if he let go. "Harry" Draco said sternly, "Harry, let. Me. Go." With that Harry turned on his back then opened his eyes.

"That was amazing, I can't believe they think you're missing." Harry laughed reaching for his glasses and a note left by Pansy.

Potter,
Draco has gone missing so, Blaise and I have gone to find him. The things that've happened to him the passed two summers aren't great and we think it could be something really bad. Stay in the Slytherin common room or your dorm, he might turn up.

From,
Pansy and Blaise

"Draco?" Harry was now sitting on his bed and Malfoy was stretched across it.
"Yeah scarhead?" He replied thinking he was funny.
"What's your home life like?" That question seemed to be the only one Malfoy couldn't answer. Only Blaise and Pansy know about his life outside school and it isn't a good one. Instinctively, Draco was touching his side feeling scars from curses and physical hits.
"Where's this coming from?" He tried to semi change the subject but, Harry was smarter than Draco gave him credit for.

"Don't try and change this Ferret, just answer the question. No judgments, only listening." Harry saw a tear form in Draco's eyes which he tried to hold back.
"I think it best if you look yourself, Harry." The blonde boy handed Harry his wand ready to show Harry his memories, "no judgments?" Draco asked.
"Only watching." He replied, "legilimens."

-------------Draco's thoughts-------------

"M-Mother, what would happen if father tried to force into the mark?" He cowered in the corner of his room. He had bruises all over, bleeding slightly and his hand was cut. He was using that hand to comb through his hair, making part red.
"I don't know Dragon. I can't do anything to help you with that, just know I will try and persuade him." That wasn't reassuring enough.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" A voice boomed and almost took the door off its hinges. Narcissa had appearated from the room the moment she heard his words- Draco was meant to be left alone.
"What have I told you about emotions?"
"Malfoys don't have emotions, Malfoys are above them, Malfoys don't feel love or give it out." He recited, his face drying.
"Good, but you were crying. That awards you a form of punishment, don't you agree?" Draco could only nod because it would he worse if he denied it.

FLASH!

All of Voldemorts main death eaters who weren't in Azkaban plus, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise were seated at the Malfoy dining table. Roldolphus guided ten muggle-borns to the table, wands pointed at the huddle. "These are so called 'wizards and witches'. Their filthy presence is already irritating me."

He clicked his fingers making ten Death Eaters yelled 'Avada Kadavra' and all of them dropped dead. Because Harry was seeing this from Draco's perspective, he didn't see them die, he heard the thud but, Draco couldn't look, he couldn't witness their deaths. Even the sound alone sent a whimper from the teenage boy. He saw Lucius's disapproving look and the way every child their turned away other than Crabbe and Goyle because, out of Blaise, Pansy and Draco, Draco looked up first. He wished he didn't though; the lifeless bodies were still being dragged from the room. No colour remained in them, their eyes rolled to the back of their heads and their limbs dropped and swished at the slightest change in movement.

FLASH!

"YOU ARE WHAT?" Lucius yelled louder at his 'son'. Narcissa was standing in the corner watching it happen. She stood there watching her son tell his dad somthing extremely hard to admit then did nothing to comfort Draco. "Nacissa, out." His stern, hateful tone returned.
"Mum?" Draco murmured under his breathe before Narcissa closed the door not giving Draco a second glance.

"Open, boy" Draco kept his mouth closed. He knew what serum it was and was determined to win this fight. Lucius grabbed his sons nose making Draco's mouth open wide for Veritaserum. He was forced to swallow it then, it happened.
"Crucio!" Lucius shrieked, "are you still?"
"Yes"
"Crucio!" Everytime Lucius did this, it got worse. Malfoy's body weakened at every shot he took. His grip on the bed loosened, he tried to fight the truth serum but gave up on the impossible task. Several hits later and he was still saying yes. His mind was screaming to say no, but it was like they weren't a part of the same body. He passed out on his bed into pitch black...

-------------End Of Memories-------------

Harry was brought back to his own world noticing they both were crying heaps of tears. If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools filled with them. "Those aren't even the worst ones, are they?" Harry spoke warily. Too traumatised to speak, he nodded then grabbed his knees, "they're actually some of the lightest." Draco barely whispered- it was loud enough for Harry to hear.

Without thinking, Harry wrapped his arms around the broken boy letting him cry openly on his chest. He couldn't calm down, they were stationed like that for hours. When Pansy and Blaise returned, they saw Draco and Pansy ran over to him.'They all went through this together.' Harry thought while Draco was crying in his chest and he had one arm around Pansy. Blaise was lying on his bed, Harry didn't think he's used to emotional stuff.

No one asked for them the whole day. They didn't show up to lessons, they didn't eat in the great hall. Harry had called for Dobby to bring the four food and drink. Pansy nibbled at the small selection then went back to crying, Draco didn't touch any of it. Whereas Blaise could give Ron a run for his money.

"How long has this been going on for?" Harry said concerned.
"All day, why?" Blaise muffled an answer.
"No, not this." Harry said again, this time Pansy looked up.
"For Blaise and I, two or so years. For Draco, since you denied his friendship in first year." By now everyone had stopped crying but conversation was minimal.

"Harry, what's your home life like?" Draco asked still in the small boys embrace, "I can tell it isn't good, Harry." Potter bit his tounge, even Hermione and Ron didn't know. Neither did Dumbledore and he seems to know everything!

"Well, I get beat by my Uncle. My Cousin Dudley hits me too but, my Uncle and Aunt praise him for it. I get a list of chores to finish by the end of the day, and, if I don't finish them then I don't eat. As you can tell, I didn't finish them regularly." Draco was about to interrupt but Harry hadn't finished, "They don't call me by my name either, it's either 'you' or it's 'boy'. Anything to do with magic is banned in the household, so, my Uncle locks all my school stuff in the cupboard under the stairs, which used to be my bedroom until second year." Harry decided to spare the details of their talks about his parents, thinking about it made Harry tear up.

"I'm sorry Harry." Blaise said from his bed.
"Me too." Pansy sympathetically agreed.
"Same here." Draco said squeezing the malnourished Harry, "if we would've known, I wouldn't have. I mean we shouldn't have-" Harry held Draco tighter (if that was even possible).
"It's fine, Draco. I forgive you, and you two aswell. If you can forgive me aswell. If I did shake your hand in first year then maybe your situations would be better."
"Or yours would be worse" Draco muttered, however, Harry still caught it.