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Title: Dragon He saved

Author: Prentice

Rating: NC17; FRAO (Fan Rated Adults Only)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Content

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Spoilers: Books 1 thru 4

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama

Series: Yes. DHS.

Archive: Ask first, please.

Feedback: Is always cherished and appreciated.

Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained here-in, are the
property of J.K. Rowling, the WB, Bloomburg books and etc. No infringements of
these copyrights are intended, and are being used here without permission. No
profit was made and no harm was done.

Author�s Note: Remember, suspend your beliefs! Someone, I'm not
sure who, requested another chapter from Draco's point of view. Another person
requested that we get the ball rolling a little faster. Well, I'm hoping that,
in the next few chapters, I accomplish that. Also, someone asked me how long do
I think DHS is going to be? Well, in all honesty, I'm not sure. I'm thinking
that I might actually have to break it up in to "books" since I really don't see
a neat and tidy end in sight. If I tried to hurry this along and just get to
some kind of ending, I think everyone, myself included, would be extremely
dissatisfied. A story gets told at its own pace, I can' really control it.
*wink*

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted

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Chapter 29

Scars were funny things. In some cultures scars were viewed as signs of
valor, courage, and even pride. The men and women who bore them were regarded
with esteem beyond all else. Scars were signs of survival. Of life. But then
again, some cultures viewed them as brands of shame. Stigmas. Marks of failure
that could never be reversed and always be a reminder of your short comings.

In some ways, Draco felt as though both descriptions were fitting. It all
depended on how, or in this case who, viewed it. Which was why he now stood in
the bathroom, rubbing frantically at the jagged scar that ran along his
forehead.

Before now, he had never taken the chance to look at it closely. He hadn't
wanted to. Instead he had stared at Harry, watching as the boy tenderly cared
for him. His voice never wavering as he told Draco how beautiful he was just so
Draco wouldn't feel dirty and ugly and used and...

Draco grimaced and scrubbed at the scar harder. The list went on and on. Ever
since Harry's outburst the few hours before, things had become strained --
silent. No one dared talk to each other more than to comment that it was time
for them all to get ready to leave.

The time had given Draco time to think. A hard feat since all he wanted to do
was run to and, at the same time, away from the raven haired Gryffindor. It had
rocked Draco to the core to see Harry, the boy he had loved to hate, threaten
his very own godfather for one hateful word directed at him.

It had made Draco's heart race. //He did that for me. He attacked his
godfather for me. Draco Lucius-Alistair Malfoy Jr.//

Disregarding Harry's subsequent collapse and upheaval of all his stomach
contents...the entire thing was...

Draco flushed, chest tightening. He wasn't sure what it was. He'd never
experienced anything like it. In all his short years of life, never once had he
felt so...so...

//Loved?// His mind ventured hopefully. Draco glowered.

No, not love. Never love. No one could love him. No one. Everyone who ever
loved him was dead.

Draco shuddered, eyes drifting closed as memories flashed through his mind.
His father screaming...his mother...

"Hurry, Dragon! Hurry!" Lucius hissed, his eyes staying glued to the closed
bedroom doorway.

"What's going on?" Draco whispered frantically, tugging his robes on as
quickly as possible. His father didn't respond, instead just clutched his wand
more firmly and watched anxiously.

"You must trust me, Dragon." Lucius whispered, face pale with fear. "You must
stay alive."

Draco paused for a moment, his face etched with confusion. What was going on?

"Father, I..." Draco's voice cracked and trailed off, his eyes widening in
apprehension as his father suddenly clutched him by the shoulders. So tightly
his arms went numb.

"You must always know that I did what I thought was best for you, Draco."

A shudder of fear raced down Draco's spine. His father never addressed him so
formally unless they were in public.

"For years your mother and I wanted a child so badly. We tried so many times
and every attempt failed until you came. You, my little Dragon, were the
greatest gift of our lives."

Tears burned the back of Draco's eyelids. What was going on?

"Always know that we love you..." Lucius murmured, resting his forehead
against his sons briefly before pulling away. And then, just as swiftly as the
tenderness came, it was gone. "Dry your tears, Dragon. A Malfoy never cries."

"Yes, father." Draco croaked painfully, using his robe to wipe away the tears
he only just realized had fallen.

"Come, we must go. We need to get your mo--" Lucius' never finished as the
door slammed open.

Draco felt panic freeze him as he watched his mother being dragged in by her
hair, screaming and writhing in pain.

"Draco! GO!" His father screamed at him, charging towards the masked men that
were still pouring in through his doorway. But Draco couldn't move. Couldn't
think.

He watched in horrified fascination as his father killed two of the masked
men closest to them. His wand flipping gracefully through the air, the magic
pouring out.

"LUCIUS!" "FATHER!" Draco and his mother screamed at the same instant, as
green lightening covered his father's form till the man collapsed to the floor
lifeless.

Draco stared. His father was dead...his father was...dead. His father...

"DRAGON!"

Draco spun on his heels, seeing his mother bite and scratch at her captors
before suddenly becoming free.

"Mother..." Draco whispered, taking a step forward.

His mother's body feel to the floor a lifeless corpse.

Draco stumbled back. Sounds of grating laughter filled the air before quickly
being hushed.

"My Lord..." A tumult of voices murmured, all of the men dropping to their
knees in respect.

Draco looked up dazed, his eyes locking on one shrouded figure moving
forward.

"Such a lovely boy..." A gravely voice hissed. Draco's heart lurched.
"...such a lovely little traitor..."

No. "No!"

"Yesss..." The figure hissed, still moving forward. "You sssee boy. Ssssee
what happens to traitors..."

Draco shook his head. No...no...

A hissing laughter filled his ears.

"Lovely.." He hissed again, a gloved hand raising a beaten wand.

Tears blurred Draco's vision...Malfoy's never cry.

"Avada Kedavra."

Draco gasped. Gray eyes snapped open as he tried to banish the appalling
images still ghosting through him. Taking a heaving breath, Draco braced his
hands on the water basin using it for support. His head hung limply, chin
resting against his chest.

Tears burned his eyes. He squeezed them shut. A Malfoy never cries.

//This isn't happening. This. Isn't. Happening.// He thought fiercely. But it
was. It was happening and he couldn't stop the wheels from turning.

//Why me?// Draco shook his head.

That was the almighty question, wasn't it? Why him? It just didn't make
sense. At least with Harry, the question could be answered...maybe?

Draco sniffed, rubbing at the tickling sensation that was running down his
nose. His fingers came away wet.

A Malfoy never cries. Draco straightened, his eyes opening as he looked
at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were red rimmed and tear tracks shinned against his skin. A
Malfoy never cries.

"I hate you." Draco whispered to his reflection before hanging his head and
letting the tears fall.
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