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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Harry took Hermione and Ron up to his dorm room so he could ask for their help in private. “I need your help. We don’t have much time until dinner and after dinner I have detention with Snape again, so I don’t have time to work on this myself,” Harry said urgently.

            “Of course we’ll help Harry, just tell us what you need us to do,” Hermione replied and Ron nodded.

            “Okay. So Malfoy is still in the hospital wing, because he’s still hurt. Snape fixed what my curse did on the outside- on the outside he looks fine- but on the inside he’s still in pain. The stupid git is refusing to tell Snape or Madam Pomfrey where it hurts or what it feels like, so they can’t figure out what’s wrong and they don’t want to risk just giving him anything. Instead they’re going to wait him out until he caves or heals naturally. But it’s been two days and he hasn’t healed yet and he can’t even stand up!”

            “So what are we supposed to do to help mate?” Ron asked.

            “We need to find a general all-purpose healing potion. Malfoy said that if I find one he thinks will work and steal it from Madam Pomfrey, then he’ll take it. Can you two go to the library for me and look up healing potions? I know you don’t have much information to work with, but I think Malfoy knows what’s wrong and will be able to tell whether the potion will work for him,” Harry answered.

            “Yes. Ron and I’ll go after dinner,” Hermione answered. Ron gave her a look that said all too clearly that he didn’t want to, but Hermione gave him a look right back and added, “Ronald still has his transfigurations essay to write, so we need to go to the library anyway.”

            “Merlin’s droopy left eye! I completely forgot that Professor McGonagall wants a roll of parchment on Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration for tomorrow!” Ron exclaimed. “Alright mate, we’ll go to the library while you serve your detention. Hermione will look up healing potions and I’ll write my transfigurations essay, although how I’m supposed to remember those five exemptions, I’ll never know.”

            “I didn’t know Merlin had a droopy eye,” Harry replied, smiling at his friends.

            “Well yeah, just the left one after the stroke. But blimey, look at the time, we better get down to dinner so you can get to your detention on time,” Ron replied.

            The three of them went down to dinner together and afterwards, Harry went to Snape’s office for detention.

            “Do you want to tell me where you got that spell Potter or do you want me to find some menial task for you to do. I don’t have any dirty cauldrons for you to scrub, but I bet Professor Slughorn has some you could borrow,” Snape said dryly.

            “I found it written on a scrap of paper at headquarters, sir,” Harry lied.

            “Liar,” Snape accused.

            “Could I ask you about something else? About Malfoy?” Harry asked. He wanted to change the topic, but he also had a promise to keep.

            “What about Mr. Malfoy would you like to ask?” Snape asked in reply.

            “Well he let it slip that Voldemort had his mum. I’ve sort’ve promised him that I’d help him save her, you know, to make up for nearly killing him with that curse. Do you think you or Dumbledore, or the Order could help me rescue her?” Harry asked.

            “I am aware of the location of Lady Malfoy. I was not aware that she was there against her will or that Mr. Malfoy was ready to ask our side for help. The Dark Lord has given him a task to do and I cannot help any further until I know what he is planning. If he were to confide in me and accept asylum, then I could have her out of there next weekend. Sooner if I didn’t have to babysit insolent brats in detention every night,” Snape answered.

            “I don’t think he’s planning anything, sir. I don’t think he knows how to deal with Voldemort. He’s just scared and trying to act like he’s brave,” Harry replied.

            “Then all the better, but I’ll need him to confide in me and tell me everything he knows about the situation, before I retrieve Lady Malfoy.”

            “Great! I’ll just go talk to him and get him to talk to you and then this whole mess will be straightened out,” Harry said and turned to leave.

            “Not so fast Mr. Potter. I believe there is still the matter of your detention,” Snape said.

            “But I need to go talk to Malfoy before he falls asleep. Sick people need their rest.”

            “I am aware of Mr. Malfoy’s condition. I will let you leave an hour early tonight so that you may speak with him, but first you can start reading this book on defensive shields. I suggest you to take notes, because I will be expecting you to write an essay on this topic before your detentions are out. If you are not done with this book or the essay is not satisfactory, I will extend your stay in detention,” Snape replied, indicating a rather large thick book he had out waiting for Harry.

            “What about the cauldrons?” Harry asked. If Snape had this essay planned for him, why had he threatened him with manual labor?

            “That was a test to see if I could get you to tell me the truth. Since I could not, I proceeded to plan B, the essay. Please take your seat Mr. Potter,” Snape answered.

            Harry huffed, before sitting down and getting to work. It was just like Snape to do something sneaky like this. But then Harry thought that writing this essay sounded worse that cleaning a few million cauldrons, so maybe Snape’s ruse had backfired on him. Either way, Harry pulled out his parchment and quill, flipped open the book, and started reading.

            True to his word, Snape let Harry go at nine and Harry headed straight to the library to find Ron and Hermione and see what potions they had found. When he got there, Ron was sitting at their usual table with his transfigurations essay out and barely started, while Hermione was nowhere to be seen.

            “Hiya Ron. Where’s Hermione?” Harry asked, sitting down next to his friend.

            “She’s in the back, looking for more books on healing. Why can’t Madam Pomfrey cure the git? He deserves what he got after what he did to Katie and Hermione hasn’t helped me a lick since she’s been too busy trying to help Malfoy,” Ron griped.

            Ron had no idea just what Malfoy had got. Harry reminded himself of this fact as he controlled his urge to deck his best mate.

            “Ron, Hermione can’t write all your essays for you and I told you this before: Malfoy’s strange behavior had nothing to do with what happened to Katie. Katie said herself that she doesn’t remember who gave her that necklace and Malfoy never left the castle that day. There’s no way he was involved. His mum’s being held hostage by Voldemort. Cut him some slack, will you?” Harry asked.

            “Yeah, alright. I’m just tired of looking through all this transfigurations theory and I don’t understand why Madam Pomfrey can’t fix him!”

            “I almost killed him Ron,” Harry said gravely.

            “I get that, I do. But he’s in the hospital wing, there’s nothing that we can do better than Madam Pomfrey.”

            “He won’t tell her what’s wrong. He doesn’t want it getting out to Voldemort that I cursed him so badly. It’ll make him look weak,” Harry replied with a half-truth.

            “Oh Harry, you’re back early!” Hermione exclaimed, returning with a new stack of books.

            “What’d you find Hermione?” Harry asked excitedly.

            “Well I found a couple, but this potion here on top is your best bet. It’ll cure most types of internal injuries,” she replied, showing Harry her page of notes. “It shouldn’t do any damage if it’s not the one he needs and it’s very common. Snape’s sure to have it in his store-room, if Madam Pomfrey doesn’t.”

            “Are you sure it’ll work?” Ron asked.

            “No. It’s only a very mild restorative, so it might take a while to cure the damage if it’s bad enough. If it’s too severe, this potion might not work at all, but I think it’s our best shot. Harry said Malfoy looks fine on the outside, but he hurts on the inside. That means Malfoy has internal injuries. This potion should work and if not, we can come back here tomorrow and look for more potions,” Hermione replied.

            “Thank you Hermione; you’re a life-saver,” Harry said hugging her.

            “Anytime.”

            “Gotta run. See you back in the common room,” Harry called, grabbing his bag with his cloak and the piece of paper that Hermione had written the potion information on and exiting the library.

            Harry pulled out his cloak and slipped it on when he was sure that no one was looking and went first to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was in her office, so Harry quietly slipped into her supply cabinet. There were potions everywhere, but eventually he found the one he was looking for. He slipped it inside his cloak and went back to Draco’s bed, removing his cloak once he was safely tucked behind Draco’s curtains.

            “What the fuck, Potter? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Draco exclaimed.

            “Sorry,” Harry apologized sheepishly. Maybe he should’ve taken the cloak off right outside the curtains, so as not to scare Malfoy. “I got the potion.”

            “What’s it do?” Malfoy asked hesitantly, looking at the neon green potion Harry held up.

            “Heals internal injuries. No real side effects and you should be good as new by morning,” Harry replied, holding it out to give to Malfoy.

            “What kind of side effects does it have?” Draco asked.

            “Makes people swell up like a balloon if their allergic to dandelions. You’re not allergic to dandelions, are you?” Harry asked, pulling the vial back towards him a bit and pushing the parchment with Hermione’s notes towards Draco instead. Malfoy took the notes and read them for a few minutes, before handing the parchment back.

            “Nope, I’ll take it,” Draco said, grabbing the vial. He uncorked it and downed the contents, before handing the vial and the cork back to Potter, who slipped them into his bag to dispose of later. He also slipped Hermione’s notes back into his bag, in case he needed them again.

            “Thanks Potter. You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” Draco asked.

            “No. I only told Ron and Hermione that you have some unnamed internal injury and I was looking up potions that might help you, because it was my fault,” Harry replied.

            “It was your fault,” Draco said.

            “I know,” Harry said, feeling sorry for himself, because Malfoy apparently hadn’t forgiven him yet. “But I talked to Snape and he said that he can help rescue your mum if you just tell him about some task Voldemort set you. You didn’t tell me anything about a task.”

            “It’s an impossible task. I was just hiding out in the room or requirement to make it look like I was working on it, when really I was trying to figure out a way to rescue mother. But I’ve obviously bollocks that up too, because I haven’t found a way to save her.”

            “Well talk to Snape about it next time he comes in here, yeah? Then he can help. He said he could get your mum out this weekend. Without his help, I won’t be able to make a move until next Hogsmeade weekend when I can leave the school. That’s three weeks away.”

            “I don’t trust him. He works for the Dark Lord.”

            “Yeah, but I overheard him tell you that he made an unbreakable vow to help you and protect you. I think he really means to help, whatever side he’s on.”

            “Yeah, fine, I’ll talk to him,” Draco replied yawning. “It’s freezing in here, could you ask Madam Pomfrey to turn up the heat or get me another blanket? I asked her before, but I’m still cold.”

            “Yeah, I’ll go ask,” Harry said, before going down the hall and fetching Madam Pomfrey, even though he thought it was rather warm in here. But then he wasn’t the one wearing a hospital gown and stuck in bed all day. He had been running through the castle all day, so of course he was hot.

            “I already turned up the heat and that’s a down comforter on his bed,” Madam Pomfrey said as she walked with Harry back to Malfoy’s bed.

            Malfoy was shivering in his sleep when they arrived. “He was awake just a minute ago!” Harry exclaimed.

            Madam Pomfrey didn’t like the looks of this. Her patient should have been sweating bullets, not shivering in this heat, plus he had fallen asleep so quickly. She got right to work casting diagnostic spells, trying to deduce what was wrong.

            Harry was worried that the potion he had given Malfoy had caused this. He would have spilled his guts on the spot, but he had a feeling that the potion wasn’t the cause. Malfoy said he was cold before Harry even arrived, long before he took the potion. And besides, he had promised Malfoy that he wouldn’t tell and he wasn’t going to break his promise, so he waited and fidgeted and waited some more. He watched as Madam Pomfrey went to her supply cabinet and came back with a yellow potion.

            “Wake up Mr. Malfoy, I need you to take this,” Madam Pomfrey said, shaking Malfoy’s shoulder gently.

            “Hmmm?” Draco murmured.

            “You have a fever and an infection Mr. Malfoy. I need you to take this potion,” Madam Pomfrey said.

            ‘If it’s an infection, then the potion I gave him had nothing to do with it. The internal injuries probably caused the infection, so my potion’s probably helping,’ Harry reasoned silently to himself. His reasoning just reaffirmed his earlier decision to keep quiet.

            “What’s-it?” Draco asked, slurring the words together in his state of half-sleep.

            “It’s an antibiotic potion mixed with a fever reducing potion. Open up,” Madam Pomfrey replied.

            Draco did as ordered and opened his mouth, swallowing it when Madam Pomfrey poured it into his mouth. Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

            “Is he going to be okay?” Harry asked concerned.

            “Oh, he’ll be fine Mr. Potter. The infection was probably causing the unexplained pain. Now that I’ve got it taken care of, he should be better by morning. He might even make it to dinner tomorrow night, just in time for the weekend,” she replied.

            “Can I stay with him?” he asked hopefully. He had just gotten here and he wasn’t ready to leave.

            “No, it’s late. You need to get back to Gryffindor tower and I have everything under control.”

            “Oh, alright. Can I just have a minute to say goodbye?” Harry asked.

            Madam Pomfrey nodded, before heading back to her office. Harry watched her go and waited until he heard the click of her door closing behind her, before standing up and looking down over Malfoy’s bed. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Just concentrate on feeling better and Snape and I’ll take care of your mum,” he said, before bending down and placing a soft kiss to Malfoy’s forehead. Then he picked up his bag, stuffing his invisibility cloak further inside, before leaving.

Author’s Note: Draco will be getting better now :)
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