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Chapter 2: We Won't Be Sad, We'll Be Glad
Harry woke slowly, aware of the faint scent of lavender filling his nose. He sat up to see Sandra curled up near his head; her jet-black hair spilling out like black water around her head and her breath was hitched, eyes fluttering. She was dreaming and Harry couldn't stop the smile that filled his face when he watched her sleep. He already had her place locked as his daughter in his mind and it would take massive proof from someone he truly trusted to unlock that spot.
"Madam Pomfrey, can you tell Sandra I'll be back after my classes today?" He asked after moving away from the bed, approaching the medi-witch.
"I can do that, Mr. Potter. May I ask one thing from you though?"
"What would that be?" He responded, raising a brow.
"That you get some treatment for your depression? Miss Sandra mentioned that you hide it very well, but it could kill you faster then poison, dearie." With this said, she turned and walked into her office, closing the door quietly behind her.
Harry was silent as he walked down the halls, in a blur as the medi-witch's words raced through his mind. He drifted in class, somehow not blowing up his and Dean's cauldron in Potions and amazingly avoiding a lecture from McGonagall for not participating in class. While he was walking back to the infirmary, he was unaware that Sandra had slept for most of his classes, that is until she awoke with a start to see a familiar face.
"Uncle Draco?" She whispered, making sure not to alert Madam Pomfrey.
"You left without warning and I thought for sure that your fucking ex-boyfriend completely flipped and kidnapped you, only to find out that he roughed you up again and you fled, almost killing yourself by drinking my potion." Her uncle's voice was even, but she could hear the anger behind the words.
"Damien just can't understand that I don't want to be with him anymore. Turning to him after David and Cole died was a mistake but daddy was just so closed I just…"Her voice fell as she sat, facing her uncle.
"Sandra, I was so worried!"
Draco moved suddenly, sitting by her with his arms wrapped tightly around her back. "I just pulled you out of the shell both your father and Damien forced you to form and then you were suddenly gone."
"I'm sorry, uncle but I couldn't stand that place anymore and I knew that you finished your potion, so I just took it and I realize now I shouldn't have and I'm sorry." Her voice was small and barely above a whisper.
"I would like to argue with you more, but I am on borrowed time. I made a weakened version of my potion because I didn't want to under or over jump you. So, have you located your father?"
"Yah, he's about 16 here. What we're you doing when you were 16, huh?"
"Don't change the subject. You know you have to convince Harry to do the Vision sleep early so he can locate your mother, because she can bring both meddling fools down."
Draco continued to whisper his plan until he suddenly glowed a bright blue. "Looks like my time's up. Don't spend all your time in here like normal ok? I don't know how much longer you have before you're brought back."
Nodding, Sandra stifled a sob as Draco faded, just in time for her to hear
"Was that who I thought it was?"
Sandra whipped around, seeing Harry standing near her bed. His skin was pale and he looked lost.
"Daddy, are you alright?" She asked, moving to sit on her knees.
"Don't deviate, was that Draco Malfoy?"
Her eyes dropped. "Yes, he wanted to make sure I made it back safely."
"Don't lie to me Sandra, please don't lie to me."
His voice made her hazel eyes lock into his. She was silent as her breathing hitched, tears pricked her eyes and she started fidgeting with the covers, afraid to speak her next words. "I'm…I wasn't supposed to come back when I did, in fact…Uncle Draco didn't even know that I had taken it until after the fact. I didn't plan on sneaking away, seeing as it is a newly created potion, he had just finished working all the kinks out of it, but…but events happened and I had to get away." Her voice dropped and she let hot tears slip from her eyes, hitting the cream covers with soft thumps.
Harry quickly sat at the end of the bed, grasped her hands, bringing her eyes into his again. "Tell me what happened."
"No." She whispered.
"Most of your injuries you had weren't from the potion we're they?"
This time she didn't respond, only visibly and mentally shrunk into herself.
"I'm going to tell you something that will help both you and I: you may be good at hiding your depression, but it will kill you in the end. Sandra, baby, who's Damien?"
She stopped dead, fear shining brightly in her eyes, alerting Harry to the sensitivity of that name.
"Damien Caleb Longbottom is my ex-boyfriend, but he can't get that through his head. He was there when I needed him and now I realize he thought I would always be a needy girl."
She paused, trying to compose herself before she continued. "I would have never dated him in any other manner, cept he was there when I needed anyone to help me grieve. After mom died, I had you and the twins but after the twins died, you shut yourself off and uncle Draco was in Russia on Ministry business and couldn't leave early."
"You couldn't understand why you were losing us, even though I wasn't going anywhere. Losing mom was hard, but when you lost your baby boys it almost killed you, forgetting me. You barely even spoke to me after that, only a few words on my grades or wither or not I would marry right out of Hogwarts or not. No other words we're spoken and it was hard on me, I mean imagine what it was like for me: after fourteen years of…of…of living with well YOU, the man I called my father was as cold as Lucius Malfoy! I met the man and he's a right bastard, you we're lucky when you rescued Uncle Draco when you did! Damien helped me by basically running my life for a while until I got over David and Cole's deaths. Then the fog cleared and I realized he was already planning a wedding, mind you this was six months into it, so I firmly told him I wasn't going to marry him and he firmly threw me into a wall."
Harry was crying and pissed off at the same time, he temper cooled when Sandra started shacking. "I remember running into your office in tears but you dismissed me, saying you had to get the Ministry paper work done, even when you were staring directly at my bruised body. When I returned to Hogwarts, Damien tried to apologize, but I dumped him and he broke my shoulder blade. I remember stunning him, running out the door and running into uncle Draco, who put Damien into intensive care. He spent the next year helping me grieve, heal and get out of the shell that Damien's abuse and you're isolation of yourself had forced me to form. But yesterday, uncle Draco had to go to London and within an hour, Damien had found me again and when I refused to allow him to touch me, he again threw me into the wall and proceeded to stomp and kick me. He re-cracked my shoulder blade, cracked my hip and fractured my arms. I was angry and I just reached out with my magic and stopped his heart…I killed him. I couldn't take it, so I ran as fast as I could, drank the potion and wound up facing you and I was so happy because I knew I had found you."
She stopped, he body shaking with shuddering breaths. Harry was silent before he gathered Sandra in his arms, cradling his fifteen-year-old daughter in his sixteen-year-old arms. He would stop this future and he would make sure he never isolated her ever again. They fell asleep that way, after Harry had moved so he rested against the wall, Sandra's head on his chest.
MEANWHILE (In Sandra's time)
A knock on the study door of Potter manor brought dull emerald eyes up.
"Enter." His voice was weak and he looked like hell when the house elf opened the door.
"Master, some ministry workers to see you."
Before the elf could name them, two figures walked in and closed the door.
"Shacklebolt, Thomas what are you doing here?"
"It's concerning you're daughter. Have you seen her recently, Harry?" Shacklebolt asked.
"No, not since she returned to school. What's this about?" He responded in a monotone voice, but his eyes were brighter.
"It seems she killed Damien Longbottom and before you yell, there's a mountain of evidence that prove that it was in self defense. Seems like he was intent on hurting and killing her for ending their relationship." Thomas replied.
Harry was unaware that he was gripping the desk, fingers digging into the wood.
"It seems this happened before, but Mr. Malfoy took care of Longbottom, putting him intensive care for slamming Sandra into a wall and cracking her shoulder blade. We're you even aware that any of this was going on, Harry?"
Said man had his head in hands. "My Sandra, my baby girl, my god I've been a fool. I just couldn't deal with the twins death, my god I shut her out. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?" With his scream, he threw his brandy glass at the wall, the pieces shattering all around the three men.
"Harry, she's missing, do you know where she could be?" Thomas asked, ignoring the shards of glass on his robes.
Shaking his head, Harry looked up at them. "I know I look like the worst person alive right now, but please you have to find her. I need to let her know I'm sorry and I need to know that she's alright."
"We'll do everything in our power, Harry." With that said, the two men left the room.
Harry sunk into his chair and for the first time in two years, he cried.
A/N: ELLO all. I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but I am dealing with this annoying thing called college right now. Well you all know what to do…