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Finding Draco Malfoy	By : caressedbythorns Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Well this story is performing well hit wise, I hope all of you that read this before the chapters were merged aren’t too confused about the chapters and are still enjoying the story; likewise I hope my new readers are enjoying the plot development and character study. I think I have responded to all of the reviews so far but forgive me if I haven’t, as I said in the last chapters A/N I am beta testing Pottermore as well as planning my wedding and going to school so life is hectic and sometimes I’m not sure who I have responded to and who I have yet to. Please don’t think that I don’t appreciate your support because I do from the bottom of my heart. This story is far from over, some people have voiced concerns that I am rushing to an early end, but please believe me it will not be an easy time of destroying this demon, he is a fallen angel after all.

And now without further ado

Finding Draco Malfoy

Chapter Fourteen

And then there was war

Narcissa rushed around the room in a particularly graceful way that Severus was sure no other being could achieve. Severus was awed by her grace, his heart beat faster every time he saw the warm light of the candles glisten on the long silver blond of her hair.. Her hands were quick and sure, assessing each patient in turn and gently tending to them. In school Severus had never thought of Narcissa as anything more than his friends intended, then after words in the wake of Voldemort’s first rise and the death of Lilly the long haired potions master didn’t think of her much at all. The years had passed after the first war and Severus had assured himself he would never find someone he could tolerate, let alone love, and for the most part he had been content in the knowledge that he was at the top of his field and greatly admired by his colleagues, companionship was highly over rated. He certainly never considered the wife of his one time friend and the mother of his Godchild as a candidate for marriage. But now after spending hours by her bedside and working with her to make sure Draco was safe… he wondered if there couldn’t be some great romance brewing beneath the surface of their friendly if not a bit distant relationship.

Severus had set up a brewing station in the main attic so the men and women attending the injured would have a fresh and constant supply of potions. The attic was filled with noise, the bubble of boiling potion, moans of the wounded and the sweet soothing words Narcissa and Poppy were murmuring as they cared for the injured men and women.

Potter was not sitting far from Severus sponging the blood off of a man with a particularly nasty shoulder wound; sanitizing it until one of the others, better trained than he, could close it. The boy had been… more helpful than Severus had anticipated, he had even managed to keep his petulant mouth silent for longer than the time to took to take a breath, something Severus was eternally grateful for. The brat had controlled the Order as if it was his birthright, although Severus had a sneaking suspicion that, that had less to do with his leadership skills and more to do with his sense of self importance. He was brash and bold but seemed to have no head for strategy; it was a good thing the Weasley boy and Granger were always there to back him up otherwise the entire order would be dead by now.

Severus absentmindedly added the last ingredient in to his cauldron containing blood replenishing potion and stirred it quickly four times, the sweet smell of oleander flitted though the room as his long careful fingers turned the flame off and began to bottle precise amount of the potion in to dozens of crystal vials.

Severus lost himself in thought once again, the familiar motions of bottling potions allowed his mind to wander on to yet another subject, Draco. The young man that had been the focus of his attentions these last few years was turning out to be less like his father than Severus had ever believed possible, as he had watched the blond boy grow each school year. It was obvious something had changed in Draco; Severus had ascertained that much the night Draco had confessed his “love” for Potter. Severus was still hoping against hope it turned out to be a school boy crush but the odds of that seemed to be dwindling with each passing day as Potter became more and more heroic in the face of his impending demise. Severus hoped against hope that Draco got over his infatuation, or Potter died, for if neither of those things occurred… Severus would be forced to do something so terrible he could not speak it aloud; he would have to be nice to Harry Potter.

BR

Draco glanced over at his godfather; the potions master had a look of horror on his face the likes of which the blond had never seen. Absentmindedly he wondered if Severus had brewed a love potion instead of a blood replenisher but he quickly threw out that idea, Severus did not make potions mistakes. Turning back to the man in front of him Draco started the healing spell the blond would need to knit the wizards shoulder back to his bicep. It seemed at least one death eater had been particularly fond of the severing charm and more than one of his appendages were trying to reattach themselves with quite a bit of help from Draco. The blond huffed and started the sweeping movements required for the spell to work moving his arms with a billow of sleeves.

Draco noticed Harry across the room, they had found he was less than proficient at caring for the wounded magically so Poppy had condemned him to the laborious task of cleaning wounds the muggle way. Harry seemed to be concentrating immensely on the task at hand and didn’t even look up as Poppy pushed by him to assess the mans vitals. Harry was rushed to the next patient then, as Poppy pulled him from his trance like state and shoved him down on to the next bed. The Mediwitch was tearing though patients’ faster than Draco thought possible, getting them stable and sending them down to the library as a steady stream of wounded were levitated up to take their place. Draco wasn’t sure how many people were hurt but from the sounds he could catch from down stairs he didn’t think any of them would get much sleep tonight.

BR

Harry sighed as Poppy forcefully sat him at the bedside of a young redheaded woman she was bleeding heavily through the sloppily applied field bandage and seemed to be in a great deal of pain. He smoothed he hair away from her face and smiled as he searched for a pain potion in the box of vials Poppy had sent with him. She smiled back, a small tight grimace of a movement but a smile none the less. Harry thought she must be pretty when not covered with blood and wondered if she was going to survive they had already lost one man that night, his heart broke as she tried to curl in on herself in pain but the gaping wound in her abdomen stopped her. Harry put the newly found vial of numbing potion to her lip, she drank it down greedily, immediately her eyes glazed and her hand that had been gripping the sheet so tightly fell limp. Harry placed the vial on the bedside and pushed her hair out of her face again, the red strands were matted with blood and the green eyed man called Poppy over to assess whether her head wound was serious.

Harry was once again sent away and grabbing his potion box he moved to the next bed in the line. This was the bead he had been dreading since it had been filled, Arthur lay there on the stark white sheets he was fevered and mumbling, Poppy thought he was suffering from the over use of the cruciatus curse. Harry sniffed and took up the white cloth from within a bowl of cool water on Arthurs bedside, Molly had been sent from the room in hysterics ten minutes earlier, it was just too crowded to have the weeping screaming woman in the way. Harry felt terrible but there was nothing to do about it, Poppy was right, Molly would hinder them and alarm the other injured men and women, he hoped Ginny could console her mother.

Draco was sitting across the room, Harry couldn’t help but wonder how the blond was handling all the blood. It seemed as though Draco had been recovering from a mini break down when Harry had arrived, the green eyed man had been worrying about the blond for the last four hours. Draco was not a weak man, Harry knew that, the blond had proven his strength; of both character and body long ago, but the brunette knew that what had happened to Draco while he was trapped under his fathers “care” had damaged him. The green eyed hero felt a depression seeping in to his soul at the thought of what Draco had been put through, it seemed unimaginable that a father could do that to his only son, but the blond had acted like it was the norm in pure blood society.

BR

Narcissa watched the Potter boy wipe the sweat off the brow of his friends father, she had heard they were close and was happy that it was apparently the truth. She knew, from what she had ascertained from her son and Sirius, that the green eyed boy didn’t have nearly enough love in his life. Sirius, now there was an interesting subject, her cousin was mostly as she remembered him; either laughing or sullen there was no in between with the eccentric man. Although she had noticed the lycan Remus seemed to incite him to acts of kindness she never thought possible of her overly brash little cousin. He had spoken for her with the Order of the phoenix and came to visit her as she lay bound to be in the attic, he was if anything more family now than he ever had been and she found herself wishing for his company most days.

The other man that seemed bent on entering her thoughts was Severus, Narcissa paused treatment for a moment and glanced at the dark man sitting across the room; he was busily stirring and chopping to make the potions they required. Severus had been by her side almost constantly since he had rescued her, he was kind, and he made her feel like less of an invalid by asking her opinion on important matters. He was also taking a great interest in her son, Narcissa found herself wondering if Severus was interested in Draco as more than a godson, it would explain how he had been buttering her up, and the way he tried to steer Draco away from Potter. Narcissa sighed and ran her hand over her forehead. The man she had been working on was sleeping peacefully now and she hadn’t had a break in over four hours. Slipping off the apron she wore to keep the gore off of her clothing she disappeared unnoticed behind the white screen cutting off the water basin and tea service from the rest of the attic. Taking a glass of luke warm tea and sipping it she looked out in to the night, she only had moments she knew before she must return to the floor but a drink was well deserved and the sight of blood was starting to get to her. Draco… he was in love with Potter that much was for sure, and the man seemed to return those feelings if the longing glances she had been watching them share all evening were anything to go by. Yes Draco would be quite happy with Potter; well taken care of, safe… he was the best choice and in her mind the only choice for Draco’s husband. Severus would just have to get over his crush; he was much too old for Draco anyway.

BR

Blaise rushed around the library administering triage care with Hermione, they were healing anything they could, scrapes abrasions and shock were hurriedly put to rights and mass amounts of numbing potion was handed out to keep the injured mass as comfortable as possible while they waited for Poppy, Narcissa Draco, Harry and Severus to send down the healed. It wasn’t going nearly fast enough in Blaises opinion, they had dozens of people still in pain. Hermione was trying her best but she had no real medical training, even she could only do so much with theoretical knowledge. Her hair fizzed around her face and she flushed in anger as another of her spells came out weak. Blaise sighed and continued what he was doing, she would just have to keep trying, there was nothing he could do about it now there was just too many injured and not enough of them.

BR

Hermione sniffed loudly standing above a steadily bleeding man, this was supposed to be an easy spell; in theory all you did was thicken the blood, it stemmed the bleeding and stopped the man from exsanguinating. But for some reason she just couldn’t make it work, she was sure she was pronouncing the spell correctly and the motion was just what the diagram in the book she had been studying showed, and yet the bleeding only seemed to be worsening. A loud hiccupping scream erupted from somewhere to her left, Hermione cringed defensively and ducked her head so she didn’t have to see the man with a knife still embedded in his gut being moved from his cot and up the stairs. The wizard under her cringed and paled considerably, Hermione made a nonsensical noise to calm him and again attempted the blood thickening spell, it worked perfectly that time and the wizard sighed in relief as his blood stopped flowing from his shoulder. Smiling Hermione wiped the excess blood from her hands and allowed Ginny to come behind her with a bowl of hot water and a cloth to clean the wound. She moved on pausing over each man or woman momentarily to give what help she could. The large room was filled with the scent of blood and sweat, it felt stifling, Hermione heaved slightly as she came to the last cot, it was one of the men they had just brought back down from the attic, half of the flesh on his face was gon showing through to the bone in some places. Turning she ran from the room, out in to the hall and down the stairs; she didn’t stop until she reached the gardens, where she fell to her knees and sobbed. War was, she realized much more brutal than she had ever imagined, nothing had prepared her for this, not the months of studying or the countless hours of planning, that man had lost his face… and she was going after the people who did it. She shuddered and hugged herself close, what if that were Blaise.

BR

Draco glanced over to where his mother had disappeared behind the curtain of gauze, she looked beautiful as ever, but Draco could see the faint signs of fatigue creeping on to her flawless face. He felt worry rise up in his chest, his mother was working much to hard, just a day ago she had been bed ridden. Standing Draco made his way over to Poppy, she was hading out pain potions to the healing men and women, moving at a brisk pace and stopping only momentarily.

“Poppy and word,” he called a few feet behind her.

She turned at once and nodded, “Just a moment Draco, allow me to finish administering these potions and we can talk on the landing while we wait for the others to bring a fresh batch.” Finishing with him she returned to the bed infront of her and handed out the potion once again moving on to the next man in line.

It took ten minutes for poppy to finish and by then his mother had already started her rounds again speaking softly to the wounded and handing out sleeping draughts. Draco started as Poppy taped him on the shoulder, he turned to see her rather stern face.

“You had something to speak with me about Draco?” She asked motioning to the door.

He nodded and led the way out on to the landing, once there he took no time voicing his complaints. “My mother needs to rest, she is still ill.”

Poppy nodded sighing, “yes I’m afraid she is overdoing it quite a lot, but we need the help… I’ll have her take a short break but it won’t be long Draco, we can’t let these people die to allow your mother comfort. She will survive this Draco they won’t.” She finished looking at Draco helplessly.

The blond sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I thought you would say that, do we have any idea how many more there are? I feel like we have worked on well over fifty people by now.”

“Another fifty I suspect, there were quite a few people at the ministry even if it was a weekend, and while the majority of them were slaughtered if what Harry says is true I think Voldemort knew that the more people he kept alive the longer he had to make Harry react, I don’t think he was planning on us being ready for this.” Poppy said tucking some loose hair in to her cap. “Come, Draco I can hear the others ascending the stairs now we need to ready the beds for the next set of wounded.”

Draco turned to follow Poppy back in to the attic, she was right they needed everyone they could spare if they were to save all of the wounded. Sighing he went to help Harry levitate the mostly healed sleeping bodies on to stretchers to be brought down stairs.

Soon the room was filled with people, Bill, Neville, Fred, George, Ron, Remus and Sirius where unloading the new patients’ in to beds while Draco, Narcissa and Harry began to asses them, and Poppy made sure the departing patients’ had everything they would need for the night. Draco kneeled next to a small pale woman and stroked her hair back from the slowly bleeding wound, Hermione’s work no doubt, it was adequate work and the most he could expect from her. The woman moaned and Draco shushed her, grabbing a vial of pain potion and tipping it in to her mouth. Marking her vitals on a makeshift chart on the stand next to her bed he began to administer treatment.

BR

Far from London a dark shape nursed wounds covering it’s body, the large dark home it was currently inhabiting was silent but for the rustling of clothing and the slow drip of blood. The owners of the country estate lay dead pierced to the ceiling in a fit of rage, the demon felt a drop hit him on the cheek and slide to his lips. This was the end of the charade then he thought as his wounds slowly knit themselves back together. This is the time I have been waiting for, now the Father will see my power; he will watch as his precious Nephilim fails, as I kill his most beloved mortals and then he will know the despair I have felt all these millennia, the despair of being thrown from paradise.

End chapter fourteen

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