A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I was hoping to reach the 50 review mark buut I guess I didn't make my happy limit, lol. I guess that just means I gotta add on that extra to the reviews for this chapter *nudges*.
Darkcharlie, all will come in good time. This story's sorta sad, not really a lotta happy stuff happening...I feel bad about that...hmm..the only thing I'm decent at writing is depressing. Sorta sad...but I'll try to add a little bit of light!
Ravaran, that's a real interesting theory. I like the way you think...
Momentyne, I hope Draco doesn't die before he sees Ginny either! lol.
Liz21, thanks for ur input on my fast scene changes. And I definitely agree, I know exactly where Ginny is coming from with the whole ignoring-feeling thing. Happens to the best of us, doesn't it?
DarkenedQuasar, there we go! Thanks for that anonymous tip!
HarrylovesHermione2003, laila, you're just desperate for some good H/Hr aren't you?! So am I! Let's just see if it works out...I'll definitely be trying it out.
Animallover947, I hope that Draco isn't TOO OoC. I like to think that even Drakie has to have a sweet side to him...as rarely as it comes out. And here the new chapter is! Sorry about the delay!
Thanks to sweetazuga423, Chikkalaura, kody, Ailleann, frecklegirl87, Luxe Quartermaine, Draco's Gurl, mila and Animallover947 for your support!
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To Bring You Back
Chapter Three: Savior
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"Are you aware of what
You make me feel, baby
Right now I feel invisible to you
Like I'm not real...
...I was left to cry there
Nothing outside there
Grinning with a lost stare
That's when I decided...
Why should I care
Cause you weren't there
When I was scared
I was so alone...
...You need to listen
I'm starting to trip
I'm losing my grip
and I'm in this thing alone."
-Avril Lavigne, "Losing Grip"
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"S-sir?" the young servant whimpered as Draco calmly walked out of the café. "Are you ready, sir?"
"Yes," Draco replied, scanning the streets. "Quite ready."
"Sir, may I ask, sir, um..."
"Out with it," Draco snapped, his eyes narrowing at the trembling girl before him.
"Who was the woman who stormed out a bit earlier?" Draco didn't answer for a time, calculating his answer until he muttered, "No one. She's absolutely no one."
"That was Ginny Weasley, wasn't it?"
"How do you know her?"
"She was engaged to Harry Potter a while back, wasn't she? It was all over the wizarding news, I couldn't turn my head without seeing her face." Draco's shoulders turned rigid.
"Yes, well, that didn't turn out the way it was supposed to, did it," Draco replied, nearly sneering.
"That's true," the young girl, said, frowning slightly. "What ever happened to the engagement? They looked so happy."
"Obviously it wasn't happy enough."
"D-did you know her, sir?"
"Yes, I once did."
"What does she have to do with you, sir?"
"What makes you think she had anything to do with me?"
"You have a picture of her in your room, sir. In a gold frame. The only other one is a picture of your mum, so I assumed-"
"A rule of life," Draco interrupted, snarling, "is to never assume." Draco took out pocket watch, and after cursing under his breath, motioned for the young girl to follow him. "We're late."
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"Daddy!" Chloe yelled upon seeing Harry walk into the Burrow. Running to him she engulfed his legs with a hug, laughing as Harry picked her up and carried her into the kitchen under his arm.
"Harry," Hermione breathed, smiling as she saw him enter.
"Daddy, I made a picture for you!" Chloe said, squirming for release. "I want to show you my picture, Daddy!"
"All right, go get it," Harry said, setting Chloe on the ground and watching her zoom upstairs.
"Thanks for watching her today," Harry said, sliding into the chair opposite Hermione's and rubbing his temples.
"It's been no problem, Harry. Besides, she's family."
"She is?"
"Of course." Harry smiled, resting his hand on top of Hermione's and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"How are you?" Harry asked, his eyes turning serious.
"I'm...better."
"That's good."
"And you?"
"I've...I'm getting better. Well, no, not really." There was a brief moment of silence before Harry said, "I talked to Malfoy today."
"Ginny mentioned it."
"Did Ginny stop by?"
"Of course, Harry, the girl lives here."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Was she okay?"
"Of course, Harry. She just saw the love of her life for the first time in years and was jolly good about it."
"It was just a question, I mean-"
"She's fine," Hermione interrupted. "She just needs time."
"More time, you mean." Hermione gave Harry a stern look, and Harry sighed, rubbing his temples once more.
"Draco...acted quite bizarre today."
"Oh? As if suddenly appearing isn't bizarre enough."
"Hermione, no, just listen to me. He...he acted like this was the last time I was going to talk to him. He mentioned something about deatheaters, and said something about Lucius breaking out of Azkaban and making his own society. Draco acted like he came here to say goodbye."
"What on Earth?"
"I know. He also said to take good care of Ginny. That makes me think that maybe, he means it. Malfoy's never said anything of the sort to me before."
"But still, Harry-"
"He also said," Harry began, his voice cracking once more, "that he never meant for anything to happen to Ron this way, and that he was sorry for what his dad did. That he didn't hate any of us, and-"
"Look, Daddy! Look!" Chloe had whisked herself to Harry's side, brandishing a piece of parchment.
Chloe had drawn a picture of a blond haired stick figure holding the hand of a red haired stick figure, the two of them smiling as a black bird sailed over the two of them in the sunlight.
"That's Aunt Ginny, and that's Blackie, and that's Malfy, and-"
"What?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing at what Chloe had just said. "That's who?"
"Malfy!"
"Who's Malfy, Chloe?"
"I don't know, but he was in my dream last night!"
"He...was?"
"Yes! There was someone crying in a corner and I walked to him, and I said, "Mister, are you okay?" and he looked up and he said, "Who are you?" and I said, "I'm Chloe, who are you?" and he said, "I'm Draklo. Draklo Malfy." And I said, "Dra-Drae-Draaaaa-" and he said, "You can call me Malfy," and I said, "Malfy?" and he said, "Or that." And I said, "Do you need help, mister?" and he said, "No, Chloe, I'm pewfectkly fine," and I said, "No you aren't, you're crying," and he said, "I am not crying," and I said, "But then you're sad," and he said, "I'm not sad," and I said, "Why are you crying?" and he said, "Because I lost her," and I said, "Who did you lose?" and he said, "Ginny" and I said, "Aunt Ginny?" and he said, "Do you know her?" and I said, "Yes, she knows my daddy," and he said, "Who's your daddy?" and I said, "Hawee Potta," and he said, "Oh" and then I woke up!"
"Chloe..." Hermione said slowly, staring at the picture. "What does the picture mean, sweetie?"
"Well," Chloe began, happily pointing at Ginny and Draco. "They're in wove, and they're happy, see? I think Malfy loved Aunt Ginny, Daddy, he was crying and looked so sad about losing her, but I dunno how he lost her. And then Blackie, Blackie's my birdie, he's protecting them, see? Because I think they need someone to save them."
Harry was speechless, before Hermione whispered, "You know, she could see things too."
"Who?"
"It must have gotten passed down," Hermione whispered, ignoring Harry. "Genes. Maybe it is a hereditary thing. I never thought...believed..."
"It's a beautiful picture, Chloe," Harry said, rather loudly, as he took the picture from Chloe's eager grasp and ruffling Chloe's hair rather absentmindedly. "Could you leave me and Hermione alone for a little bit, go upstairs and draw some more pictures or play with-"
"Okay!"
But it was while Harry was staring at the picture and Hermione was muttering under her breath that Dumbledore's head popped into the fireplace, looking as sullen as he did when he finally confessed to Harry the truth about him and Voldermort.
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"Draco Malfoy," Draco said to the receptionist. "I'm here to see my mother, Narcissa Malfoy?"
"M-Malfoy?" the woman stuttered, suddenly looking terrified at Draco.
"Yes, Malfoy," Draco replied, exasperately. "Now, may I see my mother?"
"O-of course...just put your wand right here, and f-fill in this information right here.." Draco frowned while he inserted his wand into a holder, grabbing a quill and writing out the necessary information. "She's in room 2112, but-"
Draco, ignoring the stuttering receptionist, marched down the hallways of St. Mungo's to see his mother.
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"There's been a breakout, Harry," Dumbledore whispered. "We need you and Hermione here immediately."
"Who was it?"
"Lucius Malfoy."
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"Mum," Draco whispered, opening the door. He saw his mother leaning against a window, her hand pressed up against the glass as she peered outside. "Mum?"
"Draco?" she asked, twirling around to face her son. "Is it...is it really you?"
"Of course." Narcissa smiled, her once beautiful face aged with sadness.
"It's been a long time, Draco."
"I...I know."
"Of course, I knew that you wouldn't come here. Couldn't, darling, come here."
"Mum-"
"Where's Lucius, Draco? Where's my husband?"
"I'm right here, Narcissa."
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Harry swallowed. "What?"
"He's escaped. We need all the aurors we can get on this case...Harry, I don't think you understand the importance of this escape. Lucius was rumored to have been planning something. What he was planning we have no idea, but we can safely assume that it isn't-"
"We'll be there."
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Draco twirled around, his stormy eyes staring into the eyes he inherited from his father.
"Draco," Lucius muttered, his tone cold and bitter. "What are you doing here."
"I came to see you," Draco whispered, his eyes narrowing.
"See me? See me?! Ha!" Lucius barked, his rancorous smile never reaching his eyes. "How could you have known."
"You'd be surprised, I'm sure."
"Oh, but of course. Ickle Draco, the new pet of Dumbledore. A disgrace to the Malfoy name."
"No, father, that privilege was given to your undoing." Lucius Malfoy stepped up to Draco and slapped him, a muscle twitching in his left cheek.
"Don't you ever, ever disgrace my presence ever again, boy," Lucius spat.
"I did what you told me to do," Draco muttered, his fists clenching. "Now, you have to keep your side of the bargain."
"And I will," Lucius whispered, regaining his composure. "A Malfoy always keeps a promise. Especially to his own...blood. The Weasley won't be touched."
"What are you planning on doing, father," Draco spat, clenching his jaw. "Because whatever it is, you'll get yours in Hell."
"I don't believe such tone is necessary when talking to me," Lucius said, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. "I am, after all, saving the one thing you care about most. Your dirty mudblood lover."
"Don't you ever call her that."
"But she is one, is she not? How she brainwashed you, grabbed away from your rightful destiny...that bitch would be getting what she deserved...but...as I promised...she will live, unscathed." Draco nodded, swallowing.
"Now, Draco, I'm glad you're here. Now's time for a new bargain."
"A new bargain?" Lucius crossed the room in four strides and took Narcissa by her throat, yanking her head back and exposing her neck. "What the hell are you doing!"
"Lucius?" Narcissa whispered, her blue eyes wide and fearful. "Lucius, wh-what are you doing..."
"You do what I tell you to do," Lucius began, slowly, "or I will kill her."
"Lucius, i-it's me...you're wife?" Narcissa muttered, tears streaming down her face. "Narcissa?"
"Shut the fuck up, woman," Lucius growled.
"Don't talk to her like that!" Draco exclaimed, swallowing hard. "She-"
"Will be dead unless you comply." There was a moment's silence in where only Lucius' heavy breathing, Narcissa's quiet sobs, and Draco's knuckles cracking could be heard.
"Fine."
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A/N: And no, EW, Trelawny is NOT, I repeat NOOOOT Harry's deceased wife! EW!