ToHurtandHeal

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Summary:

TheysaythateverybodywhogetsoutofAzkabanomesoutalittlemad.Afterthewar,DraoMalfoyspendsthreemonthsinAzkaban.Hejustwantstogoinsaneinpeae,butHarryPotterfindsthathe,inexpliably,stillan“tleaveDraoalone.

Chapter1

“Don’tlookasifyou’llmissme,Potter,”isMalfoy’samusedquipfifteenminutesbeforeheisduetobetransportedtoAzkaban.

Thereisawry,almosthallengingsmileonhislips,onethatlookssooutofpeonhisthin,wanfaethatHarryinhisfrustrationalmostwantstopunh.

Heisn’tevensureanymoreifheisangrybeausetheoldwizardsintheWizengamothadn’tlistenedtohim(again)orbeauseDraoMalfoyingeneraljusthasthistalentofmakingpeoplewanttopunhhim,evenwhenheisabouttojumpintotheDementors’arms.

Evenwhenitisobviouslyonlyfalsebravadoandegoenablinghimtostandstraightthen.

Hisstiffshouldersandred-rimmed,sunkeneyesfoolnooneintheroom,thoughHarrysuspetsthatDraoisn’treallytryingtodeeiveanyone.

TheonlyonespresenttosendhimoffareNarissaMalfoyandHarryhimselfafterall.

LuiusMalfoyhadalreadybeensenttoAzkabansinetheBattleofHogwarts,anditwasquikandiable,andnoonehadarguedtheverditofalifesehisfamily,notevenhimself.

ButNarissaandDraoMalfoy—oh,Harryhadfoughttoothandnailforthat.

Butintheend,everythingwasdeidedonthatblemishofink,thatmonstrosityofaskullandaserpent.

DraoMalfoyisMarked.NarissaMalfoyisnot.

Threemonths,theWizengamothadsaid.ThreemonthsinAzkabanandamagiban,tobeliftedonthe30thofAugust.

AnditisasenteneobviouslymadelightbythepetitionofHarryPregoryGoylehadn’tbeensoluky—butthreemonthsisstillthreemonthsandthreemonthsismorethanenoughtobelokedinaage,surroundedbyDementors.

“Malfoy,”istheonlythingHarryisabletosaythen,frustrationmakinghistongueheavy,beauseDraoMalfoy,17yearsoldandthesoddingirritatingslimygitthatheis,savedhim—

“TheMinistryan’tbegoingaroundleavingMarkedDeathEatersunpunished,”Malfoysaysinreply,hisfaenowfashionedintoaarefulmaskofindifferene.“Itsimplywouldn’tbeappropriate.”

Harryshakeshishead.“Youtoldthemitwasn’tme.You…yousavedme,”hetrailsoff,helpless,unsurehowtoonveytheguiltthathefeelsfornotbeingabletopreventthis.

AwistfulsmileslowlyslidesitswayonMalfoy’slips.“Idid,didn’tI?”Andthereisadistantlooktohiseyes,asifheismullingoverathoughtthathehaslongsinepondered.Hesighsandfixeshisrobes,ifonlytoavoidHarry’sgaze.

“Ian’tbelieveI’msayingthis,butI’mgdIdid.”

Harryan’thelphislegsfrommovingforwardatthatadmission,butahandonhisshouldersteadieshimbeforeheandosomethingstupidlikegrabMalfoy’sshouldersandshakehimanddemandthathebeangry.

OnegneoverhisshoulderhashimlookingintoNarissaMalfoy’sbnkexpression.Sheshakesherhead,aminutetilttotheside,beforereturninghergazetoherson.

“I’llbewaiting,Drao.”

Malfoynodstoher,andHarryissurethattheyhavealreadyhadtheirmomentbeforehehadburstintheroomtopersonallyapologize.Oratleasttryto,butthewordsdidn’twanttoomeout.

“Takeareofmymother,”Malfoysays,thesmilenotquitereahinghiseyesanymore.“Itseemsshe’stakenalikingtoyou.Seeyouter,Potter.”

Andasheturnsaroundandwalksthroughthedoors—beauseifheisgoingtohell,heertainlyisn’tgoingtobedraggedthere—,Harrythinksthatnomatterwhatanyonesays,DraoMalfoyisundoubtedlyaverybraveman.

TheManorisbeautifulinthem,withitspristinewhitewallsandmarblefloors.Sunlightfiltersthroughthehallsandtheairisfreshandrisp.Harrydefinitelybelievesthatthereissomemagiintheworkshere,butishelessgratefulforalleffortstoremovetheremnantsofVoldemort’sstay.

Drao’sroomisnoexeption,andit’slikehiswholeroomisbathedinspring.Itisrgeandspaious,withgreenwallsandabeigearpet.Hisbed,withitsgreenandwhiteomforter,issituatedononeside,andthereisargeamountoffloorbeforeonereahestheothersideandarrivesatthebalony.

Thegssdoorsandheavyurtainsarepushedaside,revealingatable,twohairs,andagarden.

Theskyisblue,theairisrefreshinglyold,andinthemiddleofitallissoft,blondehairswayingwiththewind.

Harryswallowshardatthesight.Hedoesn’tknowiftheheavyfeelinginhisgutisbeauseofseeingMalfoyagainorbeauseofseeingthewheelhairthatMalfoyisin.

Malfoyhashisbaktothem,anddoesn’tshowanysignthatheheardthementertheroom.Harrythinksthatmaybehe’sasleep,butNarissastridestowardsthebalonyandHarryfollowsmutely,andthenhesees—

DraoMalfoy.Thin.Cheekshollowed.Ghostlypale.Andeyesopen.

“Malfoy,”Harryroaksoutingreeting,butthereisnoresponse.

Malfoydoesn’traisehisheadoreventurntolookathim.He’sstaringatthefloor,eyesvaant,withonlytheriseandfallofhishesttheindiationthathe’sstillalive.

TherevulsiontakesHarrybysurpriseandhetakesastepbakbeforeheanstophimself.

ThesmilethatNarissagiveshimissad.

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