Harry Evans And The Horcrux

Chapter Forty Three

While Draco was sleeping, Harry decided to go for a shower. He gently moved himself from the small boys grip, standing up and stretching. He noted the boys unpadded bottom, but didn't want to risk waking him. He would deal with the wet bed sheets.

He stripped as he was walking into the bathroom, and didn't bother locking the door. No one was here besides Draco, and there was no reason to lock him out.

Harry pulled his shirt off just as he was in front of the mirror, not taking much notice. He happened to glance at himself, and something peeking above his trouser line caught his eye. None of his scars bothered him, besides this one. Well, possibly the one on his forehead, but not in the same way this one did.

He tugged the front of his trousers down, just enough for the full scar to be visible. Well, scars, really. Five of them. Five letters, that make up one painful word. Freak.

Harry, despite Vernon's words no longer hurting him, couldn't help the tears that blurred his vision as he traced the word. It was glaringly white and jagged, although the texture of skin no longer felt different. There was simply a dip in his flesh. He remembered when it was red and raw, still bleeding. And all the scarring it did. It hurt to touch for months.

He began shaking with silent cries as he fell forward onto the sink, his tears burning his face. Harry sort of heard the door open, but he was too hysterical to really notice.

Nothing registered until two shaking hands wrapped around him, and the guard of a dummy pressed against his shoulder. Harry turned a little, and was met with Draco's worried eyes, "s
S'okay, 'Arry." He nodded, and slid to the floor. Draco sat by him, hugging cautiously. Harry gripped onto him tight.

After Harry had stopped crying, and had lessened his hold on Draco, the boy sat up, "'Mon, you need naptime," the smaller boy spoke behind his dummy, and Harry simply nodded, both getting up. Draco lead Harry to a bed, and sort of shoved him on. Harry flopped, and soon he had a blanket, Mr. Teddy and Straw placed around him, Draco cautiously petting his head.

He noted his dummy bobbing in his mouth, and pulled it out, unclippling it from his shirt. He handed it to Harry, "No thank you, darling." He smiled, but it was t very convincing. His voice was raw and cheeks tear stained, plus he looked exhausted. Draco kissed Harry's cheek and placed it on the bedside table.

Draco fiddled with his shoes, finally getting them on. Happy that Harry wouldn't see him leaving, he trudged out the room. He was on a mission.

A little ways down the hall, he bumped into a perfect. Draco knew his face, it was just a little blurry, "Malfoy? Why are you out?" The older boy asked, he had curly red hair, and his face looked a little pinched. Draco almost asked if he had to go potty.

"I need- i need Sev'rus." He mumbled, still looking up at the older boy.

"Professor Snape?" He asked, tone a little softer.

Draco nodded, "Yeah, do you know where he is?"

"Of course. Do you know who I am?" The boy couldn't help asking; according to his father, this little boy should be spewing insults and cursing his name.

"No. I like your hair." Draco replied, one hand gripped onto The older boys robes, skipping along.

"My name's Percy. And your hair is lovely too." He received a grin, and soon they were knocking on a big Oak door.

It swung open, and Severus stood there, tall and brooding.

"Sev'rus! Need your help,"

"Draco?" The tone was soft, buy soon turned harsher when he looked at the other boy, "Weasley, what is the meaning of this?"

"I'm not sure, sir, he needed help finding you." The previously quiet boy spoke, tone respectful.

"Okay, well, I have it from here."

Percy nodded, and Draco dropped his hand, "Bye Per'y!"

He smiled, "Goodbye, Draco."

Once he was rounded a corner and gone, Severus turned his attention back to the small blonde boy now clutching his robe, and pulled him into his office.

"What is it, Draco? I didnt think you still regressed this far." His tone was stern but not unkind.

"I do! I thought daddy told you for when I came to school?" He held his arms up expectedly, and Severus lifted him onto his hip, "Your mother said you had stopped regressing as far and would be fine without me."

"No, but it's okay cause I got Harry now. He looks after me! But I'd still like to come see you sometimes."

"I'd gathered as much. And yes, you can always visit. Now, is that why you're currently here?" He bounced Draco, and the small boy kicked his legs.

"No, Harry's sad and I don't know what to do. He was crying at the mirror, and he has lots of cuts. I think he's hurt but he never goes to the hospital wing."

Severus suddenly blanched, "Right, okay, what kind of cuts, and where?"

He busied around, using his free arm to gather a first aid kit.

"Well they're everywhere. Uhm. Kinda big, and lots of them are white." Draco knew something was wrong, "There was one on his tummy, and it looked a bit like letters."

Severus was pale, "Let's go and see if I can make Harry better then, shall we?"

Draco nodded, "I love my Harry a lot, I don't want him to be sad or hurt."

"I know sweetheart," Severus swung open his office door, and made quick work of making his way to Draco's dorm.

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