To Hurt and Heal
assisluna
Summary:
&hat everybody who gets out of Azkaba a little mad. After the war, Drao Malfoy spehs in Azkaba wants to go insa Harry Potter finds that he, inexpliably, still an“t leave Drao alone.
Chapter 1
“Don’t look as if you’ll miss me, Potter,” is Malfoy’s amused quip fifteen minutes before he is due to be trao Azkaban.
There is a wry, almost hallenging smile on his lips, o looks so out of pe on his thi Harry in his frustration almost unh.
& even sure anymore if he is ahe old wizards i hado him (again) or beause Drao Malfoy i has this talent of makio punh him, eve to jump iors’ arms.
& is obviously only false bravado and ego enabling him to stand straight then.
His stiff shoulders and red-rimmed, sunken eyes fool he room, though Harry suspets that Drao isrying to deeive anyone.
The o to send him off are Narissa Malfoy and Harry himself after all.
Luius Malfoy had already beeo Azkabale of Hogwarts, and it was quik and iable, and no ued the verdit of a life se his family, not even himself.
But Narissa and Drao Malfoy—oh, Harry had fought tooth and nail for that.
But in the ehihat blemish of ink, that monstrosity of a skull a.
Drao Malfoy is Marked. Narissa Malfoy is not.
&hs, the Wizengamot had said. Three months in Azkaban and a magi baed oh of August.
And it is a sentene obviously made light by the petitioyle hadn’t been so luky—but three months is still three months ahs is more thao be loked in a age, surrouors.
“Malfoy,” is the only thing Harry is able to say then, frustration making his tongue heavy, beause Drao Malfoy, 17 years old and the s slimy git that he is, saved him—
&ry an’t be going around leavih Eaters unpunished,” Malfoy says in reply, his fae now fashioo a areful mask of i simply wouldn’t be appropriate.”
Harry shakes his head. “You told them it wasn’t me. You…you saved me,” he trails off, helpless, uo ohat he feels for not beio prevent this.
A wistful smile slowly slides its way on Malfoy’s lips. “I did, didn’t I?” And there is a distant look to his eyes, as if he is mullihought that he has long sine pondered. He sighs and fixes his robes, if only to avaze.
“I an’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m gd I did.”
Harry an’t help his legs from moving forward at that admission, but a hand on his shoulder steadies him before he aupid like grab Malfoy’s shoulders and shake him a he be angry.
One gne over his shoulder has him looking into Narissa Malfoy’s bnk expression. She shakes her head, a mio the side, bef her gaze to her son.
“I’ll be waiting, Drao.”
Malfoy nods to her, and Harry is sure that they have already had their moment before he had burst io personally apologize. Or at least try to, but the words didn’t wa.
“Take are of my mother,” Malfoy says, the smile n his eyes a seems she’s taken a liking to you. See you ter, Potter.”
Aurns around and walks through the doors—beause if he is going to hell, he ertainly isn’t going ted there—, Harry thinks that anyone says, Drao Malfoy is undoubtedly a very brave man.
The Maiful ih its pristie walls and marble flht filters through the halls and the air is fresh and risp. Harry defihat there is some magi in the works here, but is heless grateful for all efforts to remove the remnants of Voldemort’s stay.
Drao’s room is ion, and it’s like his whole room is bathed in spring. It is rge and spaious, with green walls a. His bed, with its green aer, is situated ohere is a rge amount of floor before oher side ahe balony.
The gss doors aains are pushed aside, revealiwo hairs, and a garden.
The sky is blue, the air is refreshingly old, and in the middle of it all is soft, bl with the wind.
Harry swallows hard at the sight. He doesn’t know if the heavy feeling in his gut is beause of seeing Malfoy again or beause of seeihat Malfoy is in.
Malfoy has his bak to them, a show any sighem ehe room. Harry thinks that maybe he’s asleep, but Narissa strides towards the balony and Harry follows mutely, and then he sees—
Drao Malfoy. Thin. Cheeks hollowed. Ghostly pale. And eyes open.
“Malfoy,” Harry roaks , but there is no response.
Malfoy doesn’t raise his head or even turn to look at him. He’s staring at the floor, eyes vaant, with only the rise and fall of his hest the indiatioill alive.
The revulsion takes Harry by surprise aep bak before he an stop himself.
&hat Narissa gives him is sad.