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Chapter 32: Actions and Reactions



Silence filled the room. The adults looked at each other, incredulity painted on their faces. Slowly, they turned, one by one, toward Draco. He’d stopped crying when Hermione had spoken, and was simply staring at her now with gratitude and tenderness. The adults didn’t know how to make heads or tails of the scene in front of them. Molly spoke up first.

“Hermione, you said that he saved your life. Is that what you meant to say?” she asked slowly.

Hermione had sunk back into the sofa, sweat beading on her forehead. “Yes, yes. Don’t hurt him. Please. Draco?” She reached out to him.

Not caring about anyone’s reaction, Draco moved swiftly to her side and took her hand in his. “I’m right here. I’m not going to leave you, remember?” he said softly. His gentleness was shocking- he was a living, breathing contradiction of himself, and the adults simply stared in disbelief at the scene in front of them. Draco tore his eyes from Hermione and faced Molly. “Please, Mrs. Weasley. Just help her- it’s all that matters.”

Molly nodded slowly, and then pulled herself out of the parallel universe she was experiencing in the room. The men in the room averted their eyes as Hermione lay back in her bra, fresh bruises and barely-healed gashes covering her torso. Jean’s eyes went wide and she gasped loudly, her hands clapping over her mouth. Her tears spilled over again. “Oh, my baby, my baby girl,” she cried as she kissed her daughter’s head and ran her hands through Hermione’s hair. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. Hermione had turned over her arm, and Bellatrix’s freshly-carved slur stood out bright red against her pale skin.

Jean’s eyes were full of tears, and as she looked at Molly she saw that the woman was crying outright. “I can’t believe this,” Molly whispered, shaking her head at such an act of cruelty. Jean was on the verge of fainting, but held on with all her will. She could not leave her little girl, not for a moment. Hermione was so busy staring at her mother and Molly that she barely noticed the tears streaming down her own cheeks.

Tom let out a strangled cry as he took in Hermione’s image. He struggled again in Remus’s hold. “Baby, if he did this to you, you have to tell us,” he said, his blood pressure rising. Hermione looked at Draco and saw the desperation in his eyes. “No Daddy, he never hurt me,” she lied. “It was all Bellatrix. She did this.”

“I’m going to kill this woman,” her father growled, his eyes welling up again. “Let me go- I need to be with my daughter!” Remus released him, and he rushed to put an arm around both his wife and daughter. He eyed Draco warily, wanting to believe that this boy whom no one seemed to trust was really Hermione’s savior. He didn’t care, though, not right then. Not while his little girl was hurting.

Molly was busy assessing Hermione’s wounds, carefully applying healing balm on the bruises and inspecting the cuts for infection. She cleaned the gash on Hermione’s side with the water and towel, narrowing her eyes at the condition of the wound. “Has it been bleeding like this the whole time? Did you use anything on it?”

Draco nodded his head. “I used Dittany, and a healing spell. I don’t know much about healing things like that. But it just wouldn’t close.” He looked at Molly in earnest and realized what she suspected.

“This wound was made with a cursed blade; that’s why it isn’t healing properly. Draco, get Dumbledore right away.” Draco practically ran to the other room.

****

Ron was pacing. He couldn’t sit; fear and anger kept him moving. “I can’t just stay here!” he shouted. “I’ve got to go see her!”

The rest of the teens were sitting anxiously at the kitchen table, Dumbledore at the head. “Not yet, Ron. We have to let your mother attend to her, and any disturbance could be detrimental to Hermione’s condition. I know that this is maddening, having to wait. But it is necessary,” the old wizard explained kindly.

“But he’s in there with her!” Ron burst out, slamming his fist on the table. “He gets to stay with her while we’re shut up in here! What the hell?!”

Ginny tentatively spoke up, though she knew this wasn’t the time for Ron to hear what she had to say. “But he did bring her here. You saw him; he brought her here to help her. If it wasn’t for him, she might not have made it.”

That's a load of crap!! If it wasn’t for him,” spat Ron, “she wouldn’t be hurt in the first place!! I’m gonna kill him, I swear. I’m going to tear him apart!”

Harry sat at the table, rubbing his temples in agitation. “It doesn’t make sense. Surely you can see that, Professor. It’s Malfoy! You know how he’s treated Hermione! Worse than the rest of us! This has to be an act of some sort, there has to be a… a hidden reason that he’s here. What if he put a spell on her? What if she’s Imperiused?”

“Hermione is not under the Imperius Curse,” explained the Professor. “And as for Draco, we can’t jump to any conclusions until he’s had a chance to explain himself. A true crisis can change people, for the worse, or the better.”

Ron was about to explode at that, but George cut him off. “But we’re talking about Malfoy here, not some random person. I don’t see him capable of changing.”

“Yeah, and I don’t see him helping Hermione unless there was something in it for him,” added Fred.

Ginny blurted out,” But do you think he’s really that good at acting?”

“He’s that good at lying,” chimed the twins.

“What the hell, Ginny? Are you taking his side?!” Ron stared at his sister furiously.

“No!” she retorted. “I’m just trying to figure it out, same as the rest of us.”

“What the bloody hell is there to figure out?! This is his fault, we all know it!” Ron shouted. “And I’m-”

A blonde head peeked cautiously into the room. He could hear the conversation as he approached the kitchen. It sounded like the Weaselette was defending him. Could this situation get any more bizarre? Draco was more than a little afraid of the Weasel, though, at the moment- was the ginger actually capable of the Killing Curse? He really didn’t want to push his luck.

“Uh, Professor? Mrs. Weasley needs you,” he said quietly. Everyone looked up.

YOU!!!” Ron sprinted around the table, not even bothering with his wand. No, he wanted to kill Malfoy with his bare hands. No one made a move to stop him.

Draco knew instinctively that pulling a wand right now would definitely get him killed. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact. Instead, he heard a thud, followed by a yelp. Opening his eyes, he saw Ron sitting on the floor with a look of surprise and outrage. It took a moment for everyone to piece together what had happened.

Dumbledore stood up. He’d cast a mild stunning spell. “Not now, Ron, and not this way. Now I want all of you to remain in this room, is that clear?” The teens timidly remained in their seats, Ron on the floor. The Professor followed Draco into the parlor.

“Um, thank you,” Draco stammered.

“Don’t mention it- at least not now,” Dumbledore replied, the tiniest of smiles playing at the corners of his mouth.

His look became one of concern when he saw Hermione. “What can I do?” he asked Molly.

“I believe this wound was made with a cursed blade. No attempt to heal it has worked,” she replied anxiously.

Dumbledore knelt in front of Hermione and placed his hands just above her wound. “Yes, this wound has been cursed. It will never heal properly unless the curse is broken.”

Jean stared at him, frightened. “Can it be broken?” she asked.

“Fortunately, you have me in this house- so the answer is yes. I can break the curse,” smiled the old wizard. He now placed his hands directly on the still-bleeding gash. Hermione winced at his touch. “I must apologize, Hermione, but it will all be better in a moment.”

Dumbledore closed his eyes and uttered an incantation so softly that none could make it out. His hands began to glow faintly, and that glow seemed to transfer from his hands directly into Hermione’s wound. She gave a small whimper of pain, and then her whole face relaxed. Dumbledore removed his hands and pulled out his wand, siphoning off the remaining blood and leaving her skin clean and unmarked.

The adults in the room looked on in wonder, the Order members smiling in awe of the man. He never ceased to amaze, did he? Molly finished wrapping up the large bumps on Hermione’s head and began tending to her wrists and ankles, placing healing balm on the abrasions she’d gotten from her restraints in the dungeon.

Molly turned to her friends. “I have to examine the rest of Hermione for any wounds. I’ll need the men to please step out of the room. Arthur, could you please send Ginny in?” Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair, dark pink replacing the anemic pallor of her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head away in embarrassment. As the men exited, Molly caught Draco’s arm. Quietly but firmly she whispered, “Is there anything I need to know?”

Now it was Draco’s turn to blush. “N-no,” he mumbled, “nothing.”

Molly looked him in the eyes. “Because now would be the time to tell me.” Draco snatched his arm out of her grasp.

I didn’t touch her!” he whispered harshly, his eyes flashing.

Molly relented, her features softening. Against a part of herself that argued differently, she patted Draco’s arm gently. “I believe you,” she said, giving his arm a small, reassuring squeeze.

Draco visibly relaxed. “Thank you,” he replied simply, though his eyes misted over.

Molly turned away and began helping Hermione out of her sweatpants as Draco left the room. Coming to the hallway, Tom stopped him and blocked his path. Draco’s guard immediately went up, and he looked at Hermione’s father.

Before Tom could speak, Draco blurted out, “We were enemies all through school- that’s why no one trusts me. And my family has an ugly reputation. But I changed, I changed when I saw her being hurt. It was beyond words what my family did to her. I couldn’t let them hurt her anymore. I saw her for who she truly is, and I had to save her. I’ve been a selfish, arrogant coward my whole life, but I swear to you that I would have lost my life today if it meant that she was safe.” He was shaking by the time he finished talking, and tears threatened to spill for the third time that day.

Tom exhaled deeply, not knowing how to react to this paradox of a boy. He knew Draco’s name, heard Hermione spouting off about him all the time. How she cried when telling him and her mother about the nasty name he called her. The one that was carved into her arm. The boy’s name was never spoken without frustration and anger accompanying it. But here stood that boy, pleading with everyone to save her, imploring Tom to believe that he had changed- that he actually cared about her.

Tom’s shoulders sagged, and he looked at Draco thoughtfully. “If you’re lying to me, I will find out and you’ll be sorrier than you can imagine. If you’re telling the truth, you’ll have my utmost thanks and gratitude for saving my little girl’s life. I pray for all of us that you’re telling the truth.”

Draco nodded in relief and moved down the hallway as Tom let him pass. He sat on the steps leading to the upstairs. For the first time, he felt the exhaustion of his last 24 hours. He crossed his arms in his lap and rested his head on them. The past few days had sapped every ounce of strength he had.

Remus saw the boy sitting, nearly asleep, and went over to him. “You look tired,” he said.

“You have no idea,” replied Draco. “The past three days have nearly killed me,” he admitted.

Remus found himself taking pity on the boy. He put his hand on Draco’s shoulder. “You still have a lot of explaining to do, but not until you’ve had some proper rest. Whatever your story is, the fact remains that you brought Hermione to safety. That part will not be forgotten.” The boy looked up at him gratefully, wearily. “Come,” said Remus, “let’s get you to a room.” With that, he led Draco to one of the upstairs bedrooms, closed the door and stood outside it, guarding just in case.

Draco was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

****

“Ginny dear, I need you to reheat this water.” Molly pointed to the bowl and Ginny pulled out her wand, dipping it in the water and warming it up. She looked at her friend and her tears overwhelmed her. The bruises, the cuts- Merlin’s beard, what did she go through? Then she saw the word on Hermione’s arm. She cried out in anguish and fury, and put her hands over her face and wept.

Hermione saw her friend’s reaction and reached out to her. “I know it’s horrible. They’ll fix it. Please, I’m going to be fine, Ginny, your mum said so. Though I will say I currently feel like I’ve been run over by the Hogwarts Express.” Hermione smiled weakly as she felt her mother’s hands stroking her hair. Ginny stopped her tears but had gone white in the face.

Molly stroked her own daughter’s hair. “Hermione is going to be fine, with a lot of time for mending and resting. Thank heavens she got here when she did!” She turned her attention back to Hermione. “Now sweetheart, perhaps you didn’t want to say anything in front of the men, but you need to tell me if Draco hurt you in any way. There are potions I’ll have to administer if he did.”

Hermione huffed in irritation. “Merlin’s beard! How many times do we have to tell you? He didn’t touch me. He saved me. I know it’s impossible to believe but it’s true. He’s different now. I watched him change. If it wasn’t for him, I would most certainly be dead right now.”

A cry hitched in Jean’s throat. She didn’t want to hear anything about Hermione and death in the same sentence. “Ok baby, we believe you. Don’t rile yourself up; you need to rest, honey.” Hermione lay back and calmed down, panting heavily with the energy she’d expended. Molly finished her examination and helped Hermione back into her clothes, after mending the rest of the cuts and bruises she’d found.

“He didn’t hurt you, I can see that,” she said kindly. “I’m sorry, dear, but you can understand why it’s hard for us to believe.”

“I know,” said Hermione. “I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own eyes, or experienced it myself. But you just don’t know; he gave up his family for me. He gave up his own family… for me.”

The women were speechless. Ginny’s mouth hung open. Jean finally found her voice. “I… I don’t know what to say. Then we owe him everything. But you need to rest now- you can tell us more after you’ve gotten some sleep.”

Hermione nodded, her eyes closing of their own will. In a moment, she was fast asleep.

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Chapter 33: Taking Sides


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Tension hung heavy in the kitchen at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Everyone had something to say, but no one knew how to begin. Dumbledore finally broke the silence.

“Well, it seems we have a rather unexpected situation on our hands. Molly, how is Hermione faring?”

The red-headed woman sighed heavily. “She’s resting, thankfully. She should make a full recovery.”

“That’s good news,” smiled the Headmaster. “And Draco, where is he?” Underneath the table, Ron’s right hand curled into a tight fist.

“Remus took him up to a room to rest, and is remaining outside the door to keep a watch on him,” replied Kingsley, leaning his hulky form against the table. “He’s sound asleep.”

Dumbledore’s smile faltered just a little, and concern crinkled the corners of his eyes. He sighed. “Well, suffice it to say that he needs it as much as Hermione does.”

A low grumble emanated from the group of teens at the far end of the table. Ron couldn’t hold back any longer. “So we’re all supposed to be happy that the little prat is sleeping like a baby, like he’s some kind of bloody hero? Are we forgetting how he’s always treated Hermione- he doesn’t give a damn about her, we know that! He held up his hand to silence his mother, who was about to tell him to watch his mouth. “No! How can you people even begin to believe him?! This is complete rubbish!"

“Because Hermione said we should,” spoke Jean. “She was absolutely insistent.” Tonks and Molly nodded their heads in assent.

“And I spoke with him,” added Tom, “and he seemed quite sincere to me.”

“You don’t know him, or his family,” Mad-Eye interjected. “They’re Death Eaters, all of them. Very high-up in Voldemort’s army. Their entire history is full to the gills with dark magic. They’re some of the worst of that breed. Don’t tell me that sonny-boy up there is turning out to be a saint; I’d just as soon believe that the Dark Lord is home baking biscuits!”

“But you saw him today- he was beside himself worrying, and Hermione wanted him by her side,” spoke Tonks, her mousy brown hair changing slightly scarlet. “We need to give him a chance to explain.”

Mad-Eye growled at her. “Just because the little rat is your cousin, don’t jump to defend him!” Tonks was about to fire a retort when Ginny added her support. Ron wasn’t the only teen in the room who could voice an opinion.

“But he still brought her here, knowing everyone hates him, and begged us to help her. She’s here safe because of him.”

Ron wheeled around and glared at her. “Shut up, Ginny! No one gives a damn what you think!” Ginny went red in the face, stung by her brother’s words. As her parents jumped on Ron for his rudeness, she turned her head to Harry, sitting next to her. Instead of support, or indignation on her behalf, he regarded her with narrowed eyes and a frown.

“Why would you stick up for him, Ginny? That’s the third time now! Since when did you start believing in Malfoy?” he asked, hurt and bitterness lacing his words.

“I’m not saying I believe him,” she pleaded, “I’m just stating a fact-”

By this point, the arguments for and against Draco were mounting as friends and family took opposing sides. Civility was disintegrating as tempers flared.

Dumbledore finally stood and held up his hands, raising his voice above the din. “Will everyone please calm down!” he commanded and the room went quiet.

“Arguing at this time is pointless, for we haven’t enough information to even begin weighing the truth of Draco’s, or Hermione’s words. We simply do not know what happened yet. The fact of the matter is that Hermione is safe and Draco has brought her here and asked our help. That must be taken into account. For now, I implore you to bring this discussion to an end for the day; rationality departs when the hour grows late. Let’s all rest tonight, and look at this with cooler heads in the morning.” With that, the old wizard turned toward the door and left. A moment later, the fireplace blazed green and he was gone.

The others were left to grudgingly end their dispute for the evening. Molly sent Ginny, Fred and George home for the night; Ron insisted on staying close to Hermione. Against her better judgment, and with Arthur’s encouragement, she agreed to let her son stay behind. Harry refused to leave as well.

Tom and Jean were already heading into the parlor where their daughter was sleeping, and Tonks went to the stairs to join Remus. Kingsley agreed to return in the morning, and Mad-Eye stayed at the table, not moving. There was no way he was leaving with a Death Eater’s kid upstairs.

****

A shrill scream pierced the air in the middle of the night. Ron jumped nearly a foot off the floor where he’d been sleeping beside Hermione. Her parents started and leapt from their couch. Hermione was sitting up, stiff as a board, with her eyes wide open and terrified. She looked around wildly without seeing, her face pale and coated with sweat.

“Nooo, no, PLEASE NO!!!” she wailed, shielding herself from an invisible captor. “Leave me alone, don’t hurt me, PLEASE!!” She gripped her blanket and pushed herself back against the arm of the couch, cowering from the visions in her nightmare.

Ron was first to touch her. “Hermione! Hermione, wake up! It’s just a dream! Come on, just wake up, it’s okay!” he repeated, holding her hand and placing his other hand on her head to stroke her hair. Hermione pulled away from him, still held captive in her dream, pulling her knees up to her chest to fend off her unseen attacker. Tom and Jean knelt by her, trying in vain to wake her but getting nowhere, cringing at their daughter’s agonized cries.

“DRACO!! DRACO, WHERE ARE YOU?!?! PLEASE, DRACO!” she began screaming again and again, like a terrified mantra. Ron dropped her hand as if it had burned him and he stood up, staggering back a few steps. His face was twisted with hurt and disbelief.

“Tom, get Draco!” shouted Jean as she held onto Hermione, attempting to soothe her through her screams. Tom raced up the stairs. In an instant, it seemed, he was back down with the young man in tow. Draco was still shaking himself out of the fog of sleep, but hearing his name in Hermione’s cries cleared his head immediately. In a flash he was by her side.

He knelt beside her and took her face in his hands. “I’m here, Hermione, I’m right here. Look at me, sweetheart. Just look at me, I’m right here.” His voice, soft and insistent, and his hands holding her face, brought Hermione out of her night terror. She grabbed for him with both hands, wide-eyed and shaking, tears forming in their corners.

She buried her head in his neck. “Please, please don’t leave me, please Draco! I’m scared, I’m-”

“Safe. You’re safe now,” he finished for her. “And I’ll never leave you, never. I’m always right here. It’s all over now…I’m here,” he breathed, and held her in a tight embrace. She gripped him as if he’d float away if she let go. He climbed onto the couch and sat behind her, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her.

She still held onto his arms, but she visibly relaxed as her body came in contact with his. She closed her eyes,and her breathing slowed. “I’m…you’re here…okay,” she managed, and snuggled into his chest.

He nuzzled her hair with his cheek and kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep, Hermione. I’ll be right here,” he whispered against her hair, squeezing her gently with his arms. She nodded sleepily and fell back into a more peaceful slumber.

Jean leaned into Draco, a few grateful tears dripping onto his arm. “Thank you, thank you so much. You’ll never know how deeply we love you for what you’ve done for her. Thank God for you.” Tom put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and patted it. “We owe you more than we could ever repay, son.”

Draco, embarrassed by the show of affection, lowered his head on top of Hermione’s and managed to spit out, “No, it’s…really…I’d do anything for her.” He felt a warmth spread through his body at his own words.

“We’ll be right here if you need us,” whispered Jean as she and Tom settled back onto their couch. Draco closed his eyes and paused to thoroughly take in this pure, precious moment. He used his senses to immerse himself in the feeling of holding Hermione: to breathe in her scent, hear her even breathing, feel the softness of her body against his, taste her hair as he kissed her head over and over. This was the rightest he’d ever felt in his life; everything was exactly as it should be. For the first of many times, he hoped. He settled his head back on the arm of the couch and fell asleep with a smile.


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A forgotten figure emerged from the shadow of the corner. He’d heard everything, watched as the one he hated embraced the one he loved. She didn’t want him; she called for him. He heard the sickening gratefulness in her parents’ voices. They called him son.

He would explode if he stayed any longer. He needed somewhere to rage, to scream, to break things with his bare hands. He stalked out of the room and down the hall, flinging the front door open. Damn it all to Hades, why couldn’t he Apparate yet? He slammed the door shut and took off down Grimmauld Place, not knowing or caring where he was going.

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Molly padded down the stairs and headed to the parlor to check on Hermione. As she rounded the parlor door, she stopped in her tracks. Draco and Hermione were on the couch together; his arms were wrapped around her and she seemed comfortably nestled within them. The sight was dumbfounding.

Her thoughts went immediately to Ron. Merlin’s beard, he’d murder Draco on the spot if he saw this. She looked into the hallway, her eyes darting in both directions, but she was alone for now. She turned back and found she couldn’t stop staring at the couch. The two of them slept together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Molly rubbed her temples- she believed Hermione’s explanations, but nothing in front of her made any sense. This was definitely not the Draco Malfoy they all knew.

Sighing, she walked back toward the staircase and opened the kitchen door. She began to pull out pots and frying pans, eggs and bacon. She grabbed an apple from the counter and poured herself a glass of milk, and nearly jumped out of her skin when the door flung open.

“Hold it right there!”

She screamed and knocked over her milk as Mad-Eye pointed his wand level with her head. He quickly lowered it when the face and the scream before him did not belong to the Death Eater’s kid. “Where’s the boy? Have you seen him?”

Molly was still recovering from the misplaced attack on her life, and she scowled as she drew her own wand to clean up the milk. “You scared the kneazels out of me, Mad-Eye! He’s in the parlor with Hermione. They’re both asleep.”

Mad-Eye wheeled himself around and stomped out of the kitchen. Then his head popped back through the doorway. “Uh, sorry there, Molly,” he mumbled and was gone again.

Molly shook her head and grumpily refilled her empty glass.

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Damned if the woman wasn’t right. There he was, sleeping like a ruddy baby. What the hell was he doing? Who the hell did he think he was? Oh no; this kid wasn’t getting off that easy.

Mad-Eye thunked his artificial leg across the parlor floor and stopped just in front of the sleeping teens. He really didn’t want to wake Hermione or her parents, but the little rodent’s sweet dreams were officially over. Dumbledore said to wait until morning and, guess what? It was morning.

He tapped Draco’s forehead with his wand repeatedly until the boy opened his eyes. Wincing, and more than a little annoyed, Draco jerked his head away. “What?!” he snapped, whispering so as not to disturb Hermione.

“Get up. Nap time’s over, boy!” replied Mad-Eye in a low growl.

Draco glared at him. “In case you haven’t noticed,” he said quietly, “Hermione is sleeping, and I’m not about to disturb her. So I suppose you’ll just have to wait.”

Suddenly, the tip of Mad-Eye’s wand was digging into Draco’s temple. “Her parents are here- no one needs your sorry behind. Now get up or my wand may just slip; even a small Crucio to the temple isn’t a pleasant experience.”

Draco’s eyes widened in serious fear at Mad-Eye’s threat. “You’re barking mad,” he breathed as he began to sit up.

“Yep,” replied Mad-Eye gruffly.

Draco slowly moved himself out from under Hermione’s body, eliciting a soft moan and the gripping of his arm. “Shh, it’s alright. Just sleep,” he whispered, gently removing his arm from her grasp. He stood up and faced Mad-Eye. “If she wakes up terrified like she did last night and I’m not here to fix it, it’s on your head,” he said as bravely as he could.

“You’d better just worry about your head, sonny,” replied Mad-Eye as he grabbed Draco by the collar and shoved him out of the room.

Mad-Eye dragged his captive down the long hallway and into a small room, the kind that may have been used as the Black Family’s drawing room. He tossed Draco unceremoniously into a chair in the corner of the room, and stood over him. Draco’s stress level began to climb quickly.

“Now I don’t have the time nor the inclination to listen to your rubbish, sonny. We’re gonna get to the truth and we’re gonna get to it now.” He pointed his wand directly at Draco’s forehead and the boy cringed, not knowing what kind of torture to expect.

Instead, he felt as though he’d been blasted back in his chair by his own brain. He could feel Mad-Eye inside his head, ruthlessly uprooting his memories and digging through his past. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the images the Auror was unearthing.

He was five, and his father had backhanded him for spilling his milk…he was seven and his Aunt Bella killed that fox in the backyard…he was ten and his parents were having a terrific fight about him…he was twelve and he disappointed his Father yet again, when Potter caught the snitch and he didn’t…he was fourteen and his Father used the Cruciatus Curse on him for the first time…

He was gripping the sides of his chair so hard his hands were cramping. Sweat was pouring down his face and his whole body was rigid. He couldn’t even try to hold Mad-Eye back; it was as though his feeble Occlumency skills were made of wet paper. He felt like his head would explode, and now Mad-Eye was approaching the memories he’d come for.

Hermione was on the floor at his parent’s feet… he was watching his aunt casting the Cruciatus Curse…he was holding down her arm as her blood dripped from his fingers…Hermione was screaming as he himself roared “Crucio”…he and his aunt were breaking her ribs…he was curled in a ball in his room, sick in his stomach…

Just what Mad-Eye needed to convict and condemn him. But then came memories that Mad-Eye didn’t anticipate.

He was healing her wounds…cleaning her face…he was killing his aunt’s creature…he was on his knees, the broken pieces of his wand before him…he was comforting Hermione, taking responsibility, begging her forgiveness…his father was choking him…his mother was slapping him…Snape was talking to him…his father was fondling Hermione…he was attacking his father, burying him…he was rescuing Hermione… he was kissing her…he was shielding her from his aunt’s Killing Curse, he was racing in the car…he was terrified she might not make it.

As swiftly as it began, Mad-Eye’s mental assault ceased. The Auror looked at Draco in shock; the boy was telling the truth. Mad-Eye sat down on a nearby chair with a plunk, and pondered what he’d just seen. He finally managed to say, “You’re still not as innocent as you claimed, but…you saved her.”

“I told you that.” Draco’s voice was a strained whisper. He was drenched with sweat, shaking from the memories, his muscles cramping from how tightly he’d contracted them. He had the splitting headache to end all headaches. He pitched forward, throwing his head between his knees, and panted.

“I’ll admit, you’re more than I thought you were; you’ve gone through some hell, young man,” said Mad-Eye quietly. Draco stayed where he was, not saying anything. Mad-Eye stood up with some effort and left the room, pausing to give Draco’s shoulder one heavy pat. It was another half an hour before Draco would move.

****

The entire house was waking up. Harry ambled down the stairs. Remus and Tonks were dressed and ready for breakfast. Molly had already begun frying up the bacon and eggs. Arthur was sweetly helping his wife by setting the table.

Tom yawned sleepily as he moved slowly through the doorway. Arthur immediately asked him, “How is Hermione?”

“She’s all right, as well as can be expected. We had to get Draco in the middle of the night; she was having a nightmare and kept calling for him. Thankfully, he settled her down right away. He wasn’t there, though, this morning. Hermione’s only just woken up, and Jean is with her.

“Well, I’ll make them both a plate to eat in the parlor,” said Molly.

“Draco is down the hall.” Everyone turned to Mad-Eye. “He’ll need some breakfast too, though I don’t know if he’ll keep it down right now.

Tonks moved closer to the old Auror. “Why is that? What did you do to him?”

“Calm down, Nymphadora. I didn’t hurt the boy.”

Tonks counted to ten in her head; he was always going to call her that. “Then what did happen?”

Mad-Eye sat down, and everyone followed suit as Molly doled out the bacon and eggs. “I used Legilimens on the boy to get the truth from him.”

The room went silent. All eyes were on the Auror now. Tonks held her breath. “And?”

“And he was telling the truth.”

Gasps went around the table. Molly stopped with the frying pan still in her hand. Mad-Eye went on. “He’s not as squeaky clean as he wanted us to believe, but he definitely had a change of heart and rescued Hermione.”

“And I am extremely grateful to hear that news.” Dumbledore stood in the doorway, a smile of relief blossoming on his face. No one had even heard the wizard come in, and no one was surprised at that. “I always knew he had it in him.”

“You did?” asked Arthur. “With all the evidence to the contrary?”

Dumbledore smiled again. “Across the years, not all the evidence was to the contrary. He was always so controlled by his family, and every so often I would catch him trying to break away from that control. I am pleased to see he has finally succeeded.”

There were many smiles of relief at the table, but not all. Arthur was frowning, and Harry was downright glowering. He spoke up. “But, Professor, how are we supposed to forget everything else he’s done?"

Dumbledore fixed his gaze on Harry. Kindly he spoke. “No one has asked you to forget, nor is forgetting truly possible. However, you must not disregard recent actions simply because they contradict actions from the past. People can change, Harry.”

Harry didn’t disagree with Dumbledore, but neither did he agree. He just lowered his eyes and concentrated on his eggs.

Molly held out a plate. “Would you like some breakfast, dear?”

The old wizard smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps later, if there are any leftovers. Though with your wonderful cooking, that seems unlikely. No, I believe I need to spend some time with a young man sitting down the hall.”

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Draco looked up slowly as the door to the drawing room opened. He was surprised to see who stood there.

“May I come in?” asked his Headmaster. Draco nodded.

Dumbledore sat down in a chair facing Draco. “I heard the good news. You rescued Hermione.”

Draco snorted inelegantly. “Yeah, it’s a shame no one could believe me until my mind got ripped to shreds.”

A pained expression crossed the professor’s face. “I wish you hadn’t have had to go through that, Draco. But you can surely understand why it is so difficult for those here to believe your story.”

Draco huffed, but didn’t argue the fact.

“I’d like you to tell me what happened. Perhaps there are some things you’d like to get off your chest?”

Draco stared at Dumbledore. How did he know everything? He shuddered at the “things” to which the professor was referring.

Dumbledore noticed his reticence. “You have nothing to fear from me, Draco,” he said gently. “I’ve found that owning up to something can release you from its grip.”

Draco hung his head. “But maybe I shouldn’t be released.”

Dumbledore leaned forward. “Now, now. How is punishing yourself for the rest of your life going to help at all? Hermione isn’t dwelling on the past. She believes in you."

Draco cringed morosely. “Perhaps she shouldn’t. Perhaps it’s foolish to believe in me.”

At that, Dumbledore let out a chuckle. “Are you calling Hermione Granger a fool? Surely you’re not implying that Hermione is unintelligent.”

“No! No, of course not!” He protested but at the same time, felt an uninvited smile break through his disgruntled countenance. Hermione Granger unintelligent? The very thought made him want to laugh.

“So then, it is logical that you are someone worth believing in. Now, believe in yourself and own your choices. Remember, you’ll find no judgment here from me.”

Draco sighed. Could he really tell him? He said there was no judgment, but he didn’t know what Draco had done. How could anyone not judge, not refuse forgiveness, not condemn? He realized he was more afraid of the old wizard’s rejection than telling him what happened in the first place.

He took a deep breath. Dumbledore was right- he had to confess to someone, or it would eat him up until there was nothing left. So Draco chose- to do the right thing.

“All right, Professor. I don’t even know how to say the things I have to say.”

Dumbledore smiled. “I find that the beginning of the story is a perfect place to start.”

So Draco began his story. The first part, about the Snatchers, was relatively easy. Then it was downhill from there. He had to tell what he did. He had to say it out loud. And doing so might just crush him. His breath got shakier the closer he came to his part in Hermione’s torture. Finally, there was nothing left to say, no way to circumvent the truth- he had come to it.

“…then my aunt told me to take out my wand. I didn’t want to, that’s the truth, I swear! And I was scared, and sick to my stomach about it. I’d never done anything like that before.” He clasped his hands tightly in an attempt to keep them from shaking so badly. “Then, my aunt was talking to me, telling me things…and then I wanted to hurt her.”

He put his head in his hands, unable to even show his face to the Professor. He fought back the tears as he continued. “A-and I said it. I screamed it. And I couldn’t stop. She was screaming, and hitting her head against the wall, and I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t…” A few sobs escaped his lips. “And they were so proud of me. And the worst part is that I was proud of myself. I felt bloody ten feet tall, like I’d really achieved something. My Father was proud to call me his son. And I wanted that, I wanted it so badly, I didn’t care about anyone else. I didn’t care about her.”

He stopped and completely broke down. How could he have done such a thing? How could he have hurt her? He’d spend the rest of his life protecting her to make up for it, if he could ever make up for it. He felt Dumbledore’s hand on his shoulder, strong and steady, a pillar for him to lean on. But he didn’t deserve a pillar. He was despicable- hadn’t the Professor heard anything he’d said?

“I broke her ribs, one at a time! I held her arm while my psychotic aunt carved that word into it. A word I called Hermione all through school! And maybe I didn’t want to do those things, but I didn’t hold back. I didn’t stand up for her. I was too much of a bloody coward to go against my aunt! I hurt her, I helped to damn near kill her! And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I want to go back and change it all, but I can’t. I have to live with what I did to her. But that’s not the worst part. She has to live with what I did to her.”

And he was overcome. He didn’t even remember when he’d fallen into the Professor’s arms, sobbing like his heart would break into the old man’s chest. “I’m just so sorry…so…sorry.” He couldn’t say anything else.

Finally, his weeping subsided and he was able to sit up of his own volition. Dumbledore held out a handkerchief which Draco gladly accepted. He felt ashamed, and wrung out, and oddly…lighter. Like a weight had been lifted from him. He didn’t understand how talking about such terrible things would actually make him feel better. He looked up at the Professor, his tear-stained face searching for answers.

Dumbledore’s eyes were misted over as well. He leaned forward and held Draco by the shoulders. “You’re wondering why you feel better. Have you heard of the expression, ‘confession is good for the soul’? It’s true. You’ve now shared your pain with me, so you no longer carry all of it. And because I choose not to let it affect me in a negative way, I don’t carry it either."

"Draco, I’ve watched you grow in the shadow of your family for the past five and a half years. You have experienced more in your sixteen years than anyone should in a lifetime. You’ve had it so very hard, and you could have turned out just as heartless as some of the members of your family. But you didn’t. You chose not to follow that path; you chose the frightfulness of the unknown rather than the crystal-clear fate planned for you. You’ve had your eyes opened to the truth. And you chose, Draco. You chose to do the right thing.”

“Remember: it is not our abilities that make us who we are; rather, it is our choices*. And it is because of those choices that you are worth a great deal. I believe in you, Draco. I always have. Now it is your turn to believe in yourself.”

Draco listened to every word from the Professor’s mouth. Could it really be so easy? To simply believe in himself for the first time, believe that he was capable of goodness? It was a foreign concept to him, and difficult to wrap his mind around.

“But what about everyone else? How will they believe in me? Why should they?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Just continue making the right choices and they will.”

“And what if I don’t know what the right choices are,” he admitted, embarrassed.

“You have more friends here than you know. They will help you make the right choices,” replied the old wizard. And with that, he stood up. “Now, Molly has made a delicious breakfast. I think that we should help ourselves before it’s gone.” He offered his hand to Draco, who accepted it gladly.

Draco paused for a moment. “Thank you, Professor, for…everything,” he said with utmost sincerity.

Dumbledore beamed a wide smile. “Yes. I believe now you can thank me.”

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Poor Draco! Having his mind ripped to shreds!

Is that figure Ron by any chance!

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Poor Draco! Having his mind ripped to shreds!

Is that figure Ron by any chance!

And well done of the Golden Goblin! Knew you would win!

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Hooray!!! Thanks, sweetie!

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Haven't left any comments but I never stopped reading and I caught up with you

Awwwwwwwww way to end that chapter
soooo cute
Good thing Hermione's honest or he'd be gone like that PAMS!
Yay! I'm glad you liked the end- it was one of my favorite parts to write! Dumbledore is just cool.

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Yay! I'm glad you liked the end- it was one of my favorite parts to write! Dumbledore is just cool.

Thanks, mama!
Yeah who doesn't love Dumbledore??
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