Redemption
beta'ed by Vani!
Chapter One
Bam! Bam! Bam! Harry woke suddenly, heart racing; he thought he heard a noise. He lifted his head in the dark room. When he heard nothing more he lay back on the pillow and shut his eyes.
Bam! Bam! BAM! “Open up! PLEASE! HURRY!”
Harry heard a familiar voice but couldn’t recognize it. He jumped out of bed and hurried to the door.
Bam! Bam! “Alright, alright I’m here,” Harry said in response to the insistent banging on the door. Harry wondered who had come at 3:00 in the morning.
He opened the door and the person rushed inside slamming the door shut, grabbing him and covering his mouth with his hand.
“Mmph…” Harry insisted panicking.
“Shh...” said the strange person in Harry’s ear. Harry squirmed and the person’s grip tightened. Harry noticed the person wasn’t much bigger than himself.
It was then that Harry heard the commotion outside. As far as he could tell, people were flying about shouting. It sounded like they were looking for someone. His heart pounded impossibly faster at the thought.
When the crowd had left the man let go of Harry.
“Who are you?” Harry asked unable to recognize him in the darkness.
The man slid to the floor. “I’m a dead man, Potter.” He said gravely.
“MALFOY?” WHAT THE HELL!” Harry shouted switching on a light. “How the hell did you find me?”
“…Can’t tell you. Just hide me.” Malfoy barely choked.
Harry looked at him trying to gather his thoughts. “I can’t! The Weasleys are coming tomorrow. Oh my God and the Order! The fucking Order is coming tomorrow morning! I can’t be seen with you! Why should I help you anyway?”
Malfoy looked up at Harry from the floor-he did not have an answer for him. Harry noticed that he was hurt. “Get off the floor, you’re bleeding on my carpet,” he said.
Malfoy’s brows furrowed, “You heartless bastard.” He winced getting up.
“You’ve got a lot of bloody nerve saying that to me! You’re bleeding, come here, sit down and I’ll clean you off.” Harry said gesturing to a chair at the kitchen table. “Give me your wand.”
Malfoy said nothing.
“Don’t play with me Malfoy, give me the wand.” Harry threatened.
“Here, Potter.” He said and he hesitantly handed over his wand knowing that he had to play his cards right.
“Thank you.” Harry replied sharply, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m not good at healing with magic so I’ll have to do it the hard way.” Draco quirked a brow at that.
He left the room to get his first aid kit, but stopped in his room to grab his wand. He did not trust Malfoy.
He made his way back to the kitchen to find Malfoy with his face buried in his hands.
“Here, I found the kit.” He said and Malfoy looked up. He sat down facing Malfoy and poured rubbing alcohol on a tissue.
“How did you find me?” Harry asked applying the alcohol to Malfoy’s face.
“OW! What the hell, Potter!” he yelled slapping his hand away.
“Oh yeah, it’s going to sting a bit.” He saw Malfoy’s eyes flash with annoyance and pain as he almost glared at him. “Here, hold the towel to your cut and put pressure on it while I get the bandages ready.”
Malfoy complied, “What is this…it stings.”
“Its rubbing alcohol, you use it to clean wounds. All right, move the towel…there we go.” He said as he applied the bandages. When he was finished, Malfoy had bandages around his head and wrist.
“You still didn’t answer my question, how did you find me?”
The exhausted Draco looked at Harry and shook his head, “I can’t tell now. My Occulmency isn’t strong right now and God knows he’s looking for me.”
Harry nodded, thoughtfully. “Malfoy, I’m sorry but I can’t help you. How am I supposed to keep you away from the order…?”
Malfoy cut him off, “I can handle the Order, just keep me away from…him,” he said.
Harry nodded, “Alright Malfoy, but don’t hold me responsible if they turn you in for being a Death Eater.”
“Don’t you dare call me that!” he had a dangerous look in his eyes that startled Harry. “I am not one of them!”
“You do have the mark, right?”
Malfoy’s face tightened, “No.” he said pulling up his sleeve. He looked intently into Harry’s face, “I know you won’t let them take me.”
“And why not?”
“Because I have something you’re looking for-I have something you want.” Malfoy said regaining the familiar suavity and arrogance that Harry knew.
Harry gave him a confused look.
Malfoy reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace. Harry recognized it immediately-A Horcrux!
“That’s - !” Harry began but Malfoy cut him off.
“Yes, Potter it is.”
“Let me have it!” he said.
“Hide me.” Malfoy said putting the necklace back in his shirt, “You’ll get it tomorrow if they don’t send me to Azkaban.”
“They won’t, maybe I should call them now.”
“No! Just let me sleep one night.”
Harry wasn’t sure why he was giving into Malfoy’s requests-he did look rather pathetic.
“Fine, come with me Malfoy.”
Malfoy nodded and winced and grabbed his stomach getting up. Harry noticed but paid no mind to it as he led Malfoy into a spare bedroom. “You’ll sleep here; I’m right next door and the bathroom’s down the hall.” He said to Malfoy.
Malfoy sat on the bed.
Harry sighed, “Let me get you a change of clothes,” he said leaving the room. ‘Why am I doing this?’ he thought to himself, grabbing a pair of pajamas.
He quickly returned to Malfoy’s room, “Here you go.” He said giving him the pajamas.
“Thanks Potter.” Malfoy said. It felt awkward but he really did mean it.
Harry only nodded and left Malfoy to himself.
Chapter One
Bam! Bam! Bam! Harry woke suddenly, heart racing; he thought he heard a noise. He lifted his head in the dark room. When he heard nothing more he lay back on the pillow and shut his eyes.
Bam! Bam! BAM! “Open up! PLEASE! HURRY!”
Harry heard a familiar voice but couldn’t recognize it. He jumped out of bed and hurried to the door.
Bam! Bam! “Alright, alright I’m here,” Harry said in response to the insistent banging on the door. Harry wondered who had come at 3:00 in the morning.
He opened the door and the person rushed inside slamming the door shut, grabbing him and covering his mouth with his hand.
“Mmph…” Harry insisted panicking.
“Shh...” said the strange person in Harry’s ear. Harry squirmed and the person’s grip tightened. Harry noticed the person wasn’t much bigger than himself.
It was then that Harry heard the commotion outside. As far as he could tell, people were flying about shouting. It sounded like they were looking for someone. His heart pounded impossibly faster at the thought.
When the crowd had left the man let go of Harry.
“Who are you?” Harry asked unable to recognize him in the darkness.
The man slid to the floor. “I’m a dead man, Potter.” He said gravely.
“MALFOY?” WHAT THE HELL!” Harry shouted switching on a light. “How the hell did you find me?”
“…Can’t tell you. Just hide me.” Malfoy barely choked.
Harry looked at him trying to gather his thoughts. “I can’t! The Weasleys are coming tomorrow. Oh my God and the Order! The fucking Order is coming tomorrow morning! I can’t be seen with you! Why should I help you anyway?”
Malfoy looked up at Harry from the floor-he did not have an answer for him. Harry noticed that he was hurt. “Get off the floor, you’re bleeding on my carpet,” he said.
Malfoy’s brows furrowed, “You heartless bastard.” He winced getting up.
“You’ve got a lot of bloody nerve saying that to me! You’re bleeding, come here, sit down and I’ll clean you off.” Harry said gesturing to a chair at the kitchen table. “Give me your wand.”
Malfoy said nothing.
“Don’t play with me Malfoy, give me the wand.” Harry threatened.
“Here, Potter.” He said and he hesitantly handed over his wand knowing that he had to play his cards right.
“Thank you.” Harry replied sharply, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m not good at healing with magic so I’ll have to do it the hard way.” Draco quirked a brow at that.
He left the room to get his first aid kit, but stopped in his room to grab his wand. He did not trust Malfoy.
He made his way back to the kitchen to find Malfoy with his face buried in his hands.
“Here, I found the kit.” He said and Malfoy looked up. He sat down facing Malfoy and poured rubbing alcohol on a tissue.
“How did you find me?” Harry asked applying the alcohol to Malfoy’s face.
“OW! What the hell, Potter!” he yelled slapping his hand away.
“Oh yeah, it’s going to sting a bit.” He saw Malfoy’s eyes flash with annoyance and pain as he almost glared at him. “Here, hold the towel to your cut and put pressure on it while I get the bandages ready.”
Malfoy complied, “What is this…it stings.”
“Its rubbing alcohol, you use it to clean wounds. All right, move the towel…there we go.” He said as he applied the bandages. When he was finished, Malfoy had bandages around his head and wrist.
“You still didn’t answer my question, how did you find me?”
The exhausted Draco looked at Harry and shook his head, “I can’t tell now. My Occulmency isn’t strong right now and God knows he’s looking for me.”
Harry nodded, thoughtfully. “Malfoy, I’m sorry but I can’t help you. How am I supposed to keep you away from the order…?”
Malfoy cut him off, “I can handle the Order, just keep me away from…him,” he said.
Harry nodded, “Alright Malfoy, but don’t hold me responsible if they turn you in for being a Death Eater.”
“Don’t you dare call me that!” he had a dangerous look in his eyes that startled Harry. “I am not one of them!”
“You do have the mark, right?”
Malfoy’s face tightened, “No.” he said pulling up his sleeve. He looked intently into Harry’s face, “I know you won’t let them take me.”
“And why not?”
“Because I have something you’re looking for-I have something you want.” Malfoy said regaining the familiar suavity and arrogance that Harry knew.
Harry gave him a confused look.
Malfoy reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace. Harry recognized it immediately-A Horcrux!
“That’s - !” Harry began but Malfoy cut him off.
“Yes, Potter it is.”
“Let me have it!” he said.
“Hide me.” Malfoy said putting the necklace back in his shirt, “You’ll get it tomorrow if they don’t send me to Azkaban.”
“They won’t, maybe I should call them now.”
“No! Just let me sleep one night.”
Harry wasn’t sure why he was giving into Malfoy’s requests-he did look rather pathetic.
“Fine, come with me Malfoy.”
Malfoy nodded and winced and grabbed his stomach getting up. Harry noticed but paid no mind to it as he led Malfoy into a spare bedroom. “You’ll sleep here; I’m right next door and the bathroom’s down the hall.” He said to Malfoy.
Malfoy sat on the bed.
Harry sighed, “Let me get you a change of clothes,” he said leaving the room. ‘Why am I doing this?’ he thought to himself, grabbing a pair of pajamas.
He quickly returned to Malfoy’s room, “Here you go.” He said giving him the pajamas.
“Thanks Potter.” Malfoy said. It felt awkward but he really did mean it.
Harry only nodded and left Malfoy to himself.