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Dying As Sinners, Living As Saints

Barely Breathing

Eyes wide, Harry stumbled, tripping over his feet as he made it back into the cabin. His fingers were shaking, not from the cold but the fear of being found. And of all people, being found by Draco Malfoy! The cold doorknob felt like ice as he twisted it open and stepped into the warmth of the cabin.

His mind was disjointed, and it was as if he couldn’t think at all anymore, let alone straight. How could he have been so…so stupid! First to go to the damned alley and talk to Theodore Nott and then, then to be found by Draco Bloody Malfoy! If things could get worse, Harry didn’t want to be around to see them.

What was he going to do now? Malfoy had obviously seen him; he had even called him out and…and, now what? Theodore would have to explain what had just happened and then Malfoy would know. He’d know everything and quite possibly come to check on him…He’d tell everyone, Malfoy couldn’t keep his mouth shut for anything, especially Harry.

Was, was this the end? Harry fell to his knees of the old wooden cabin, the door behind him open, letting in the still, bitter cold of Northern England.

--x--

Draco had walked into Theodore Nott’s apartment; hands filled with two plates of his favourite pasta, lasagne, so that he could eat with his friend not find someone he had long gone thought dead.

“Was…Potter…Nott, what….fuck.” His thoughts were running out of his mouth quicker than his brain could form proper sentences. He could hardly grasp what his eyes had seen, so he stared at Theodore waiting for him to say something, anything.

Theodore just sighed, placing his left hand on his hip and running the other through his hair only to have it rest on his neck. He closed his eyes and looked like he was suppressing an urge to scream. Draco knew; he’d dated the man for more than a year.

“Theo, what the fuck?” It was the first coherent question out of his mouth and as he waited for his reply he finally moved out of the doorway and lightly threw the lasagne on the kitchen counter.

“Draco, you, ARG!” Theodore screamed, pounding a fist into the wall next to him. He had his jaw clenched, and a very angry look in his eyes. He turned around and faced him. Draco stood his ground; he knew looking intimidated would only make Theodore angrier. He said nothing, still waiting for his reply. “Potter, I finally found Potter and you! Fuck!”

Draco eyes widened, he had tried to rule out that the man he had seen earlier was Harry Potter but it seemed like he was. “So, so he’s alive?” Draco swallowed, now taking his coat off.

“Yes! Draco after three bloody years, I finally found him!” Theodore exclaimed, a triumphant expression now on his features. Draco had his coat off now and he levitated it to the closet wordlessly.

“Three…three years…” Draco repeated, his mind beginning to focus on something else completely. He looked down, in thought but his mind was racing, racing forward to what this could mean, what this would mean for the entire Wizarding World. His head shot up and he pierced Theodore with a hard look. “Is that why you never had enough time for anyone else? Because of Potter?”

Of course he was talking about himself. A year and two months with this guy and Draco had nearly gone crazy because Nott had abandoned him countless times, and then randomly shown up at his Mansion door crazing sex like some animal. Not that he minded the animal sex…Draco took his mind out of the gutters and gave Theodore an impatient look. “I…Draco, I was curious, you know what I’m like. He…he was like some mystery, and I solved it. I solved it! But now, now he’s gone off again! And I don’t know if he’ll change locations in a panic…Arg! Draco!”

“You…you know where he is right now?” Draco stammered, now more speechless than before.

“Yes! Draco, I had Seth deliver him a letter to meet me in Knockturn Alley and he came! He came! Bloody hell, Draco couldn’t you have told me you were coming over?” Theodore cried, falling into the couch behind him, visibly aggravated.

Draco stared at him, then walked over and sat down beside him, softly and at the edge of the sofa. “I’m sorry about that but, but how the hell did you find him? I thought he was dead.”

“Exactly! Everyone thought he died and that his body was never found but Draco he’s been alive all along! And Remus has known! Remus’s has been taking care of him for I don’t know how long,” exclaimed Theodore, sitting up and looking Draco in the eye. Draco could see the excitement in his ex’s eyes, and he could see the crazed curiosity. Ever since the war Theodore and he had grown so much closer and Draco had thought for the longest time that he was the man for him until he got in a relationship with him. Maybe Theodore just wasn’t gay, maybe that was it.

But Draco didn’t have time to think about that, his mind had just grasped Theodore’s words and his eyes widened. “Remus knew where he was?” He could hear the incredulity in his own voice, the awe.

“That’s how I found him…” Theodore mumbled, more to himself now than to Draco. His eyes were getting glazed over and Draco knew very well that it would be impossible to get anything else out of him. Theodore had a nasty habit of blocking everyone out at times and focusing so hardly on a specific something that whirled about in his head for what seemed like forever. Draco could have just glanced into his mind, he was actually pretty good at Legilimency but Theodore seemed to keep a barrier up in his mind even when he was lost in thought. The guy was insanely smart and it scared Draco.

Sighing, Draco got up off the couch, his eyes still wide that Harry Potter was alive and well…By well, he meant, still breathing. Draco had never seen Harry look so ragged and beaten, like some filthy pauper. Draco could feel something queezy form in his stomach and twirl around, trying to climb its way up his esophagus. It only made it so far and settled in his throat, giving Draco a feeling of being suffocated.

His feet had him pacing back and forth, and his mind was darting from one new shock to another. Remus had known all along, but why hadn’t he told anyone and of all the people for Theodore to shove him aside for, Potter? Bloody hell, the fucking goody two shoes was still wreaking havoc in his life. So maybe he still wasn’t over Theodore Nott, after all Draco was the one who had asked him out but, arg! He had liked him for much too long to lose him to Potter. That good for nothing bastard.

And how could Remus not tell anyone he was alive!? Draco knew for a fact that all his friends were desperately trying to find him and catch any news of him being alive, especially Granger…

Draco quickly analyzed the situation, pushing aside his anger for Potter, and focusing on what to do now. He would have to discuss the matter with Remus, and if Remus denied it, he’d go to Severus. Severus always seemed to know what to do. The fact of the matter was that a few questions needed to be answered in order for Draco to fully decide on what to do. He could always inform the Ministry that Harry Potter was alive but it wasn’t as if he would get something out of that.

“Draco,” Theodore whispered. Draco spun around to look at him; he had gotten out of his possessed phase and was pale in the face as he stared up at Draco.

“What? What’s wrong?” Draco quickly replied, sitting down by Theodore again.

The man just stared at him with his grey-brown eyes, and they seemed to hold every bit of Theodore’s distraught. Draco cursed at himself for upsetting Theodore and waited patiently for Theodore to say something. “Draco, I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone about him…so…so don’t tell anyone okay?”

Draco stared at him for a bit, his conscious fighting over what to do, he finally settled on ignoring the pleas that said Theodore would come back to him if he kept quiet. “Theodore, are you mad? Where is he right now? This is Harry Bloody Potter and I’m rather curious myself as to why he disappeared.”

“But Draco!” Theodore cried, suddenly slipping into his usual soft spoken self, the one that seemed like a child. Draco felt his heart clench and jerk but he ignored the feeling.

Raising a hand and caressing his cheek, Draco softly whispered, “Let me talk to Remus. If Remus tells me not to try and get to Potter, I’ll stop.” This of course was a bloody lie. Draco intended to get his answers but he didn’t want to upset Theodore further.

Theodore fell into his arms, wrapping his lithe form around Draco. He let off a soft sigh and Draco couldn’t help but wrap his own arms around him.

“I was so close Draco…so close.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s…it’s okay.” There wasn’t any anger in his voice now. Memories of holding Theodore in the same way rushed back and even though most of those memories were the result of Theodore and himself having mad sex, Draco didn’t mind. He liked holding the tender side of Theodore, the one that wasn’t preoccupied and was all his.

--x--

“She did, I don’t think yours did though,” Remus replied, rather tired and now irked that Severus Snape was standing before him, probably ready to shoot questions at him non-stop.

Snape sneered at him, seem to get straight to the point, “Where’s Draco?”

“Out for lunch.” Remus answered, walking over to his desk and plummeting into the chair. He brought a hand to his forehead and gently rubbed it, trying to hold back the headache he knew was coming.

“When did he leave and when is he due to come back?”

“Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll answer all your questions,” said Remus, waving a hand to an empty chair in front of his desk.

Snape seemed transfixed to the door and didn’t move a step, Remus could almost see him create a list of pros and cons relating to the offer. Finally deciding that it, in fact, wasn’t harmful, Remus watched as Snape gingerly walked over and sat down at the very edge of the chair. Remus controlled the urge to roll his eyes; does he think the chair’s going to eat him or something if he leans back?

“Not to worry Snape, my chairs aren’t charmed to gobble up greasy haired Potions masters.” To this Severus Snape scowled intensely, but said nothing. Remus raised an eyebrow in his direction, as it was very un-Snape like to say nothing to a crack like that.

With an icy voice, Snape asked Remus the same two questions he had asked earlier, “When did Draco leave and when is he due back?”

“He left at around one o’clock and I’m not too sure when he’s coming back. Of course if you really need to speak to him, you can wait here in my office,” Remus answered, not in the mood to really have a conversation with Snape. There were too many things that linked him back to Sirius.

“He didn’t tell you?” Snape enquired, now looking around the office.

“He usually only take about an hour, however, I believe he went to lunch with a friend so it may take him half an hour longer.”

“And what of you? Aren’t you going to take a break?”

“I have paperwork to complete.” Remus had already picked up another stapled set of papers and was quickly skimming through them, writing down the necessary tidbits whenever they presented themselves.

A silence had begun to consume the room, with Remus never looking up at Snape once. He didn’t want to, not after he had just remembered Sirius. The fear of some how showing his weakness in front of the other man gripped him, and he certainly didn’t want that dear to show, so he went on as causally as he could.

“Is that all you do all day, write boring little scribbles where the Ministry wants you to? How dull, I expected Draco to find himself a better job.” The comment was made wryly but it had the intended effect, that Remus assumed was to distract him from his work. Remus looked up from his work and gave Snape a nasty look, keeping his retort to himself. Sirius had rubbed off it seemed, as Remus couldn’t quite stand Severus Snape.

He sighed and finally, with a bit of weariness asked the former Slytherin, “What, exactly, do you want?”

“To speak with Draco.”

“That much is obvious,” Remus replied dryly, rolling his eyes. “Anything else?”

“For you to contact him and tell him to get back,” Snape said, impatience in his voice. It was as if he had expected Remus to have contacted Draco by now.

“He’ll be here in about half an hour or so. You can wait.”

Snape gave him an icy look and got up. “Oh for Pete’s sake, what is it now?” Remus cried, exasperated.

“I need to speak to my Godchild. If you don’t have the decency of calling him, I’d rather wait in the hallway than with some halfwit werewolf.”

Remus immediately got up out of his own chair, practically throwing it backwards onto the ground, his eyes were slits of anger now. “If you don’t have the bloody decency of sitting in someone else’s office, who has offered to let you stay, quietly and keeping all insults to yourself, than maybe you should wait in the bloody hallway.”

“Touched a sore spot did I?” Snape smirked, “You’re as easy to toy with as Potter. Ridiculous.”

“Get out,” Remus spat, already in a fowl mood.

Snape sighed, “Lupin, you seem to be lost in the past. You make it much too clear to read and you’re awful at hiding your emotions. Maybe Potter could teach you a few tricks, but sadly the prick is lying dead somewhere unknown.”

“I said,” Remus whispered, with a venom that he rarely released, “get out.”

Snape said nothing more, but swiftly turned around and walked out of the Remus’s office. Remus sank into his chair, resting his elbows on his desk and running his hands through his hair to rest at the very top. He let out a frustrated sigh, and resisted an urge to topple over his desk.

--x--

Harry was pacing the cabin, never stopping as he walked back and forth, from one end of the small wooden house to the other. The fire in the fireplace was roaring, and Harry was positive he had set it so high due to his own anger. One directed mostly at himself and at how foolish he had been.

Orange warmth filled the room but he didn’t need it, what he needed was a plan. Theodore had said he wouldn’t tell anyone but Malfoy, who had only caught a glimpse of him, was bound to no such promise. The idea of changing his location was at the very top of his mind but he didn’t want to be rash. He would wait for Remus, and ask him. This of course meant that he would have to explain everything to him and Harry was positive that Remus would lecture him on the matter and be more than angry that Harry hadn’t confided in him.

Again, Harry let off a long string of curses and began to walk even faster, as if that would erase the entire problem. The fact that Draco Malfoy had seen him was no comforting matter. Soon enough the fact that he was alive would be let out and everyone he had tried to get away from and protect would come flocking back to him, risking their lives.

“FUCK!” he screamed, absolutely furious. Harry had no idea how long he had before his secret was out and so he made up his mind of one thing, he had to contact Remus right away. There was no other way of solving the problem without any further complications. Two people knowing about his current livelihood were more than enough and one of them being Malfoy was devastating.

Glancing up at the clock he read it to be one forty-five. Remus was probably in his office, doing paperwork as he always ended up having a late lunch. Harry had told him that he shouldn’t be doing everything, as Malfoy didn’t seem to be doing anything of any great value while they were sitting in their office and always ran off for immensely long lunches, but the man refused to listen. Years with Sirius had taught him something.

The name, though only in his thoughts, caught in his throat and the feeling of having a frog in your throat enveloped Harry. Sirius. His pacing had stopped, his hands clenched each other behind his back, and Harry could tell his knuckles were becoming white as he dug his nails into his palms. Sirius. He was gone, and there was no possible way for him to return, therefore Harry needed to take his mind off the subject of his Godfather and back to his predicament but as always, guilt swept over him, consuming him.

His eyes were shut tightly together and he focused the entirety of his available energy on taking Sirius out of his mind. It was like being haunted, every hour of the day, every day of the week, by a name. Or in his case a few names.

If he went down the path of thinking over every mistake he had made, every person who’s death he was responsible, than the current problem would escape him and become something much bigger, more grand. Which was the case with most of his problems. He sighed irritably, and finally shoving everything aside, decided that the only one with a mind clear enough to attain a solution was Remus.

Harry strode into his room and ripped the door to his closet open. He began scrimmaging through his belongings, hands finding his half empty bottle of vodka and another urge washed over him, one to drain the rest of the bottle. He paused in his search and slowly took the bottle out. Drinking, it was another of his problems. Remus had tried to stop him, like he did with everything else but Harry had been too stubborn. He wasn’t sure how many bottles he drowned into himself every month but he did know it was a problem. A cynical smirk swept over his features and he took a swig straight from the bottle. He had never used a glass anyways. It tasted like nothing, as always, but acrid as it slid down his throat. Burning his throat as it went down it seemed to dissolve the frog and along with it the stress mounting in his mind.

Another swig, larger this time, and the colourless liquid dripped down his chin, sliding down his neck, underneath his shirt until Harry finally pressed his shirt down on the running alcohol. The bottle left his lips and a strangled gasp emitted his lips, he leaned next to the closet, slowing sinking down. It would be easier to talk to Remus if he was drunk. Much easier.

--x--

Severus was getting rather ticked off as his Godson showed no sign of having returned back to work, on top of which the choice to stand in the hallway to await his arrival wasn’t that comfortable.

He had however, rather easily, ticked Lupin off. It had always been too easy, too easy to get to and completely fuck up, his mind like an always open door. One mention of Black and the man had flared up and told him to get out. Seveurs felt the pang of jealousy that always came when he remembered Black. He had never valued Remus, not once, always dragging him along, absolutely sure that Remus would follow. But he was right wasn’t he? Remus had followed…he had always followed. Even when he was ignored, even when he was taken advantage of, even when he was left alone by Black because Black needed someone other than Remus to please him.

Was he bitter? Of course. He always had been. First he’d lost Lily and than, before even attaining a grasp on Remus, lost him. Love was so elusive. Severus had concluded that the emotion wasn’t meant for him, and the anger of that realisation had morphed itself into bitterness. A bitterness for all things Gryffindor, for all things related to James Potter, for all things related to his past.

Even his mother had never truly loved him and his father was another story all together. Even now he knew that Draco simply looked up to him, valued his opinion but nothing more. Then again, Lucius hadn’t quite left the boy in any state to ever trust someone or to love them if they were his family, or somehow related to him. He was his Godfather and on every chance he had gotten, he had tried desperately to help him out. Help him out because he had gone through much of the same himself, suffered the same way at the hands of his father and his father’s friends.

He knew Draco had long ago let go of those painful memories, right after his father had been placed in Azkaban, and he had spent the next three years running around on Voldemort’s every whim to get the father, who had never loved him, out of prison for the mother he had always thought had loved him. But even that was proven wrong, when he had brought home his father’s body and she had blamed him. The mother who he had suffered greatlyfor, to do nothing but protect but the reasons behind most actions are misunderstood.

This was something Severus had learned, at an impossibly young age and through an excruciatingly painful process.

A heavy sigh, laced with his bitterness, escaped his lips and he, momentarily forgetting where he was, leaned against the wall behind him, eyes closed, losing himself in his reverie.

--x--

The bottle was empty now, not a single drop of vodka left. Harry stared at it, eye level with the bottom of the bottle, swinging it uselessly back and forth to see if but a drop was left. Nothing.

He knew he was thoroughly drunk now, his eyes could barely see six inches in front him but he had to get the mirror. Heaving himself up, he let the bottle drop from his hands doing so, it landed with a loud clatter and Harry could hear it roll off to God knows where. His gaze was too blurred; he’d have to feel it.

Stuffing his hands into the confines of his closet, Harry began to feel for the sharp edge of the broken mirror. The other piece resided with Remus. He could contact Remus immediately.

Harry winced from pain as he pricked the edge of the mirror. He brought it out, vision only managing a faint outline of the reflecting glass. He stared at a bit, taking his hand off of the door frame that currently kept him steady and felt himself stagger, and in his drunken stupor failed to grab hold of the door frame a second time to steady himself. He fell with a thud upon the old wood, which whined out in a loud creak at the weight that had been thrown on it. Harry moaned in pain but forget it just as quickly. He brought the mirror to his face and whispered Remus’s name.

Two seconds later, he found the blurry face of Remus looking back at him, and all Harry could really see was his neatly combed hair, the rest of his head another blurry outline.

“Harry are you drunk?” Remus hissed. He hated it when Harry drank, especially when he didn’t for a few days and than drank too much.

“Nooo,” Harry slurred through his teeth, craning his neck upwards to focus on the mirror.

“Oh God, Harry why can’t you stop?”

Harry didn’t have an answer to the question, so instead he told Remus what he could remember of his problem. His neck, having begun to hurt, practically gave way and Harry’s head landed with a loud thud on the floor beneath. The wood gave another loud moan of agony, as did Harry. He didn’t care for explaining anything further to Remus and tossed the mirror back into his closet, getting up slowly. He needed to drink some sobering potion if he was going to have a conversation with Remus but at least he felt happier, like nothing could ruin the rest of his day. For that reason alone Harry had decided to keep drinking and now it was a problem, another one to add to his list.

Harry glanced in his closet again and scanned the shelf that lined the top. He saw a few bottles of Remus’s Wolfsbane potion and then spotted a nearly empty one of his sobering potion. It wouldn’t get rid of the hangover effects that would follow some time after but for the time being he could think clearly…and see clearly for that matter.

Reaching for the glass bottle, Harry uncorked it and drank the few drops remaining. He immediately felt the effects, like someone had taken a glass table and threw it at his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to wash over him.

“Harry?!” It was Remus, calling him from the front door. His voice sounded worried and desperate, most likely to see Harry.

“I’m in here!” Harry called out to him and flopped down onto his bed. His head was still throbbing, the potion sure did take its bloody time settling in.

Harry heard Remus’s footsteps rush into the room and he opened his eyes slightly to find his face staring down at him, an expression of worry and distaste plastered on it. “Why did you drink?”

Harry waved a hand at Remus in a measly way and groaned as the potion gave him one last throb of pain before clearing his mind. He sat up now, able to see more clearly and glanced at Remus. “What did you expect me to do?”

“Tell me that someone knew about you from the very beginning!” Remus exclaimed, obviously thinking Harry a fool.

“Well, I…I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want you to get involved in case something happened and who knows you could have died or something. I can’t have another death on my head Remus!”

“Harry, for once in your bloody life stop being such a prat! If you weren’t going to tell me, who the hell were you going to tell?! And now you’re telling me Malfoy knows! That could have been avoided!”

“How am I being a prat!?” Harry exclaimed, absolutely furious that Remus had said such a thing.

“You keep thinking everyone who helps you out is going to die! And you keep blaming yourself! How is that going to help you? And now you’ve gone and drunk half a bottle of vodka! Oh don’t look at me like that, I knew how much was in there!”

Clenching his jaw, Harry formed words in his head but didn’t know how to bring them out, “You- I am not a prat!”

“That’s not the point!” Remus cried, getting up off the bed. He began to pace in the small room. He stopped suddenly and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. “Harry, you got a letter two days ago asking you to go to Knockturn Ally so that you could meet with a “friend,” and you didn’t bother to tell me?”

“Like I said,” Harry defended, “I didn’t want you to get hurt. I mean, I wasn’t sure that this person was a friend or not and I’m still not sure!”

“Who was it? All you told me was that Malfoy knew you were alive,” Remus enquired, suddenly looking very tired.

“Theodore Nott,” Harry answered, thinking back to the man. “He’s spent three years trying to find me…Fucking obsessed.”

“Theodore?” Remus asked in surprise. “He met with me a few times…”

“Yeah, he got a hold of your magical residue and tracked you here.”

“What…?” It was now Remus’s turn to be surprised.

“What do we do now? I mean…we could obliviate Nott and Malfoy’s memories, that would get rid of the whole problem, but that would mean having to go back…”

Remus stood quietly for a minute and then finally spoke, “Maybe, maybe this is good. Maybe, Harry maybe you should just stop hiding now?”

Harry stared at Remus for a good second, absorbing what he had just suggested, “Are you mad?! I can’t, no! Someone else, someone else will end up dying and it’ll be my fault! I can’t hurt them any further Remus, you know that! I’ve, I’ve caused them so much pain. Ginny, she died because of me and Sirius, you lost your best friend because of me. I can’t be the ‘because of me’ anymore. I won’t!”

“Harry listen to me, those incidents weren’t your fault! They didn’t die because of you but because they wanted to protect you, they loved you Harry. Why can’t you understand that?!”

“Because in the end, they died because I was there! They could still be here, Remus! With us, but, but I had to live to save the bloody world and they had to die making sure I did! Remus, I never had the strength to do anything! It was because everyone kept pushing me, hiding things from me, dying for me that I…that I killed Voldemort and I’m never going to let that happen again!”

Remus groaned, this conversation had been one they had gone through many times but today this conversation would determine whether or not Harry could keep living in the shadows. “Harry, Harry listen to me,” Remus begged, grasping Harry’s shoulders, “it’s not your fault. No one else is going to die! There’s no more danger. Please Harry, everyone misses you and they’re desperate to find you again, why can’t you understand this!?”

“I do!” Harry screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. He threw off Remus’s hands and got up himself. Swallowing his tears down, Harry looked at Remus again. He looked tired, tired of seeing him like this, tired of arguing with him, tired of everything.

“Harry,” Remus whispered, taking a step toward him, “it’s okay. This, this is your chance. You can see Ron and Hermione again. I know you miss them, as much as they miss you. They’ll be so happy to see, please, why can’t you just let go of all of this?”

“You think I haven’t tried?!” Harry cried, the tears he wanted to hold back burst from his eyes, streaming down his face. “I’ve tried Remus! I can’t! I can’t! Every time I think about all the people I took away from them! It’s my fault! Mr and Mrs Weasley would still have Ginny, Cedric’s father would still have him ,you’d still have Tonks, I’d still have Sirius and the world would still have Dumbledore! But they don’t! And you know why!? BECAUSE I’M ALIVE!” Harry’s voice was at a roar now, bellowing out and his fingers were digging into the palms of his hands as his hands tightened into fists.

--x--

“Are you sure? I mean going to his cabin now. I doubt he’d want to see anyone…” Draco said as Theodore paced the length of his living room.

“Draco, I need to see him! Three years and I finally found him! I don’t want him to switch location! Next he may move to Siberia or something!”

“Well I’m coming with you then!” Draco retorted, getting up off the couch.

“What? No, you can’t come!” exclaimed Theodore, stopping in his mad pacing of the room.

“Why? I have a few questions for Potter,” Draco argued.

“No! He ran away because you came! I don’t want him to disappear again!”

“He won’t! I’m going Theo, no questions about it!”

Theodore looked like he wanted to roar with frustration but instead gave an exasperated sigh, “Fine.” Draco smirked, if there was one thing he knew, it was that he always got his way with his friends. He offered his hand, and Draco took it, stepping over to him. Turning on the spot, Draco saw the stone walls disappear and instead found himself staring at a desolate looking place. A nasty wind blew, shivering him to the bone.

He felt himself being yanked in a direction and saw a small, wooden cabin. It looked like it had seen better days and the single window he could see, looked rather dusty and was covered with grime. His eyes flew past the massive amount of trees, branches laden with snow, surrounding the cabin, and the thick, white snow, on the ground. Trudging forward, Theodore’s hand firmly holding his, Draco found himself at the front door, and he could see his breath on the colourless air as a ghostly silver.

Theodore let go of his hand and brought it up to knock on the door but he stopped midway, unsure of whether or not to go in. Draco willed him on but said nothing. His eyes wandered over to the left and as far as he could see, were trees, one after the other, until you couldn’t tell if there were any trees or not, but just a solid wall of green.

“Draco.” His name snapped him out of his daze of seeing the trees and he looked back at Theodore. The door stood ajar and Theodore had taken a step inside. He was looking in rather shakily, as if he was about to steal something.

Stepping in himself, Draco’s eyes went straight to a specific room where two watery eyes looked back at him with utter shock.

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Author's Note: Err, I realise this chapter sort of comes off as Draco/Theodore-y but do not worry, this fic is a Drarry fic and Draco will end up with Harry. It's just that Draco, due to his past in the fic, has a bit of an attachment issue. It's going to be one of the problems I tackle in the fic, so yeah. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I hope that you have a few minutes to review and tell me what you thought. Thanks.