“I don’t know. Conscience may be.” Harry murmured.
Harry offered water as Draco began to cough violently.
“What day is today?” Draco enquired between coughing.
“Wednesday. You came here yesterday night.”
Draco did not give any reply. He gazed down the streets beside the window. The sun was same orange color as it was previous day, yet so many things had changed. He could never watch a setting sun without remembering the incident, Narcissa illuminated by green cursed light. He would never see her again or feel her warm touch as she hugged him when he returned to Manor during vacation. He would miss her dotting, her gifts, her sweet smell. And there was nobody to console him. Both Lucius and Severus were gone. He would do anything to see any of them. He would welcome Lucius’s scolding and Severus’s glare if that would bring them back. But all of them were dead. He was alone. There was nobody who cares about him unconditionally. There was nobody who would fight for him. He had to survive on his own. Draco’s breath hitched as he tried to hold on the tears.
“Draco?” Harry enquired at the sudden sound.
“Please leave me alone!” Draco begged.
“What happened Draco?” Harry tried to move in front of Malfoy.
“I said to leave me alone!” Draco snarled, his hands curling around the bed sheet.
“Ok. I’ll leave you for half an hour. Then I’ll return. You need to take your potion.” Harry left the room.
Draco was very much upset and he was probably angry and crying. This much Harry knew from his own experience. He was practically begging him to leave. He knew he would be embarrassed if he could not control his emotion in front of his rival.
Harry came to the garden and sat on the low wall watching the sunset. The Dursely’s returned in the morning but they kept to themselves. Aunt Petunia made their lunch but did not offer Harry any. But she did not bother when Harry made sandwich for himself.
After half an hour Harry returned to his room. He knocked and entered.
“You need to drink your potions.” Harry opened the vials and handed out a glass with measured drops towards Draco.
Draco was more composed now. He took the potions without protests.
“I need to use the wash room.” Draco said, his eyes focused on his feet.
“Can you walk on your own?” Harry asked.
Silence met him. He sighed and offered his hand
“You need to grab a hold on my hand then.”
Reluctantly Draco leaned on Harry as he took him to wash room. Draco’s finger was unable to open the knots of his pyjama pants. But before anything Harry helped him with it. Draco’s face turned beet red with embarrassment. Harry left him on the commode and stayed outside. After hearing the splash he returned again.
“Do not think I am some helpless kitty or damsel in distress who could not survive without your help Potter.” Draco sneered as he returned to his (or Potter’s) bed. His breath hitched with exertion.
‘The courage of that little ungrateful bastard. After everything Harry did’ Harry was angry. His fingers curled in a feast.
Draco inwardly smirked with satisfaction.
“Where is my wand Potter?” Draco asked. He did not feel safe without his wand.
“Your wand is in my custody. Until we hear the full story of your side and decide whether you can be trusted, the wand remains with me.” Harry answered.
Draco became pale. “What do you mean by full story? I already told you my side of story.” Draco was nervous ‘No they can’t ask me that!’ He inwardly screamed.
“You will be questioned under veritaserum. They’ll be here soon.” Before Draco’s reply Harry left the room.
Harry felt guilty saying it to Malfoy. He would never want to divulge his deepest darkest secrets to some unknown person. But this is war.
Soon their calling bell rang. Moody, Arthur and a very dishevelled looking Lupin appeared on their doorstep.
“Remus! How are you? You look ill!” Harry asked.
“Nothing Harry. Just day after full moon. How is Mr. Malfoy?” Remus enquired.
“As good as he can be. Still an arrogant cockroach!” Harry said, still hurt by Malfoy’s comment.
“He would pretend to appear as the same person before though he was broken” Remus replied “Alastor! Do we still need to do this? I told you what I heard from other werewolves!”
“We need to hear the story from him. What you heard are rumours. We need to know the full story.” Moody was convinced.
Malfoy was sitting curled on himself. He did not want to relive the memory. He did not want to be questioned under veritaserum.
There was a knock and then Mad eye Moody, Weasley’s dad, Professor Lupin entered the bedroom followed by none other than the golden boy Potter.
“How are you Draco?” The werewolf enquired as if he was worried for him.
“I will be fine if you please leave me alone.” Draco tried his best behaviour.
“That is not possible Mr. Malfoy” Moody answered “As we heard you wanted asylum from Harry and to protect you we must ensure your loyalty.”
“We will administer only few drops of veritaserum and ask some question. It’ll take no time.” Mr. Weassley elaborated.
“But I do not want veritaserum. I was telling the truth.”Draco tried to argue.
“Please Mr. Malfoy! It is a necessity.” Arthur argued back.
But Draco struggled hard when Moody offered him veritaserum. At last Arthur hold him down as the infamous potion was forcefully administered on him. Draco soon became docile.
“Please tell your name” Mad eye asked.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy.” Draco’s voice was calm.
“Yesterday you asked asylum from Mr. Harry Potter. Why?”
“It was all part of plan.”
Moody’s eye glittered at the statement.
“What plan Draco?” Lupin asked.
“My mother and Severus planned that after rescuing me they’ll take help from Potter.”
Harry sighed a relieved sigh.
“Where are they now?”
“And your father?”
Harry was shocked to learn that Snape was dead. But he felt horrible learning Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were also dead. He could not forgive himself as he remembered his comment about Narcissa the previous night.
“Who was responsible for their death Draco?” Lupin asked.
Everyone was so shocked by Draco’s answer.
“How is that Mr. Malfoy?” Alastor asked.
As Draco revealed the entire story Harry could not help but felt guilty for behaving like prick the previous night. He heart ached with empathy. He could not help but compare how Narcissa tried to protect her son over her own life just like Lily. He understood Draco’s sorrow as he knew how painful survivor’s guilt is. He felt a bond towards the blond boy.
The only thing positive of the entire story was Nagini’s death. Unbeknownst to him, Draco had destroyed another horecrux. No wonder, dark lord was so angry with them. First the diary was destroyed because of Lucius, next Draco killed Nagini. He would probably in no. 2 hit list of Voldemort after Harry.
Draco was exhausted by the end of the story. His weak body could not handle the pain and sorrow he relieved during the interrogation and he was slurring by the end. Mr. Weasley’s face was white as he felt horrified for the boy, he was of same age as Ronald and however nasty he might be he did not deserve this. Remus’s face was grim, only Moody was expressionless, his mind already too scarred by horrors of war.
“May be we should let Draco rest. He is tired.” Remus suggested with full authority.
They left the room after that. Harry tried to come after them but Remus blocked him.
“No Harry. You are required here. Draco needs you now. We’ll be going for today. Tomorrow we will inform you about our decision.”
“We know he is a victim but we need to plan his protection.” Remus said.
Harry returned to his room to see Draco was lying on the bed. His face pressed to the pillow which was soaked with tears. The potion stripped him of his last dignity.
“You know Potter, these are all rapes. Rape of body and rape of mind. Avery, Dolohov and Macnair raped my body and the dark lord and you people raped my mind.” He whispered, his voice trembling from suppressed tears.
“I am sorry Malfoy!” Harry was guilt ridden. Malfoy’s words rang true under the after effect of veritaserum.
“Don’t be. Even I know it was necessary. But it did not make it less painful.” Draco whispered “Sometimes I want to kill myself, but I deserve all of this, isn’t it? I did so much wrong in my life, I was so mean to all of the people, because of me they….they died.” His voice hitched.
“Nobody deserves it Draco. You are not responsible for anything.” Harry tried to convince him. His heart filled with ache for this person. He continued to muttered assurances to Draco. Soon, his body relaxed and he was fast asleep.
“I’ll not let anyone hurt you again Draco.” Harry vowed, his hand cradling Draco’s on his lap.