After that wonderful day, the two seemed to grow just a little closer. The pattern stayed the same sadly, but it seemed that Harry was ending the day with less and less bruises. Were things finally looking up?

Draco was woken up one morning by Harry jumping up and down on his bed. "Oi! What's the big Idea?" He asked sitting up. Harry stopped jumping and gave Draco a hug. "Draco, guess what!" Draco just stared. "I'm 6 whole years old now! I'm a big boy now!" Draco chuckled. "Really? Now what gave you that idea?" He teased. "Wel, when Dudley turned 6, Aunty said he was big boy." Harry said.

Draco laughed. "I don't know, you still look pretty small to me." He said as he started to tickled Harry. "Hey! Stop. Draco, that tickles!" Harry said while he laughed uncontrollably. After a while, Draco stopped and stood up.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. You get dressed" "Awww." Harry wined. He didn't actually want Draco to stop. That was fun. Draco disappeared into the shower leaving Harry to look for his robes.

6 already huh? Time sure fly's. Draco thought as he turned on the shower.

When Draco was done he dried his hair and put on his black pants and white button up under shirt for his uniform. Then, he went to check on Harry and grab his robes.

Draco opened the door to see Harry on the ground holding his stomach. Immediately Draco dropped to the floor and brought Harry into his arms. Tears rolled down the little boy's face which was distorted with pain. Harry, as usual, was trying desperately not to cry.

"Sheesh kid. I thought you said it was your birthday?" Draco asked. "It - is. I b-burnt the bacon." Harry cringed in pain. "I'm sorry" "Shh. It's not your fault Harry." Draco said. he looked down at the boy who squeezed his stomach in pain. They couldn't have slashed his stomach, did they? "Harry, I need you to show me your stomach." Draco said. Harry didn't move, other than his shaking body. "It's hurts!" He said. "I know. I know. Just show me okay?"

After a physical struggle against his instinct, Harry unfolded himself and removed his arms from his stomach. He wasn't where a shirt because he was getting changed. Draco gasped. It was worse. He scooped Harry up in his arms and bolted for the door.

In not time flat Draco had made his way to the hospital wing. "MADAM POMFREY!" he yelled. The old nurse came running in from her office. "Yes dear? What is i- oh, alright set him down. Did he tell you what happened?" She asked as Draco ran over to a bed. "It's his 6th birthday. He said he burnt the bacon and..." Draco showed her Harry's stomach. "oh my."

Harry's skin was red and bubbling. "Harry, what is this. How excatly did this happen?" Draco asked. Being completely ignorant to most muggle wounds he didn't have a clue what was going on. The nurse wasn't to sure either. After some High power pain reliever potions, Harry had calmed enough to tell.

"Aunty wanted mel to cook bacon. So I did. But, I must have done something wrong because it all burnt. Uncle got mad because I ruined their breakfast so he threw the pan of bacon at me from off the stove and started to kick and spit on me because I was crying." Draco was stunned. The fat man threw hot grease at this 6 year old child, then beat him for crying out in pain. And SPIT on him.

"A grease burn? Alright, I think I have a potion for that. It wont make it go away visually, but should heal you otherwise. Better than making take all of the those other potions. You think that will work Draco?" She asked turning back to the blonde. His face was even paler than normal making him almost sheet white. His face was the look of pure horror. "I---I need to go." he said before running off.

He ran and ran. Farther and farther. faster and faster. Eventually Draco found himself out in the forbidden forest. He was pretty far in too. He collapsed. Draco sat there for hours mulling over everything. It wasn't until it had gotten really dark that he finally sighed. Draco had known about the abuse and hatred Harry had grown up with, but he hadn't really gotten a chance to actually process it until now.

Draco stood up and looked around. He didn't have a clue where he was or which way he came from. He could barely see a thing on top of that. Well, nothing to do but walk. Draco walked and walked and walked and walked and walked. He had a sinking feeling he'd chosen the wrong direction. When Draco turned around he found out he wasn't alone.

A disturbed face twisted with insanity and wealth met his own. Platinum blonde hair hung down the sides of it. Draco gasped. No. No! There is no way! Lucius Malfoy let out a shaky breath. "Hello son."

"I am NOT your son." Draco spat out. "But, of course you are. You are a Malfoy yes? I am the only other Malfoy, so you must be my son. Haha!" Lucius even sounded insane. What is with him? Wait- "No, mom is still a Malfoy." Draco said cautiously. Lucius nodded. "True, but mother has decide to join the others son. You and I are all that are left. Just YOU and me. HAHAHAHA!" Draco was suddenly all to aware of the red in Lucius's blonde hair and on his clothes. "No! You didn't!" He screamed, backing up. Lucius just smiled and revealed what had been behind his back. Shining with fresh blood.

It was his mothers left hand. Draco screamed. "Just make SURE that she never took it off. HAHA! You wanna hold mommy's hand as you meet go see her?" He asked, trying to hand the hand to Draco. Draco wanted to run, but he knew the Lucius would kill him if he did. Then again, he planned to kill him anyways.

"GET THAT AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FREAK!" Draco yelled. Lucius just smiled. and started to laugh again.

Suddenly, Lucius lunged at Draco. A light flashed. And with a thud, Malfoy hit the ground.

"Draco!" Harry yelled. Draco looked up. What happened. Was he dead? The Headmistress, Madam Pomfrey, and Harry were all coming toward him. McGonagle was lowing her wand. Draco felt himself fall to his knees. "Draco! Are you okay? I'm sorry I made you mad, I wont do it again. Please say you're okay." Harry panicked. Draco just looked up at the boy. The next moment he grabbed Harry and pulled him close.

Harry, not really knowing what to do, hugged draco back. "Are you okay?" He asked after Draco separated them. Harry saw tears fall from Draco's eyes and tried to whipe them away with his tiny thumb. Draco laughed a little at Harry's attempts. "What are you doing?" He asked with a sniff. Harry looked at him seriously. "What you always do for me when I cry."

Draco stopped and stared. Then hugged Harry. He felt like that was all he needed to do, is stay close to Harry. Then everything would be okay.

McGonagale transfigure Lucius into a small figurine. "He's not?" Draco asked. McGonagale shook her head. "No. Just frozen, though I suspect it won't be much long until he is." Draco nodded. "Headmistress, he killed my mom. After he's dead, will I be allowed to stay at school?" Draco asked.

McGonagale just nodded. "You, Draco Malfoy, will always have a home at Hogwarts, just as your friends do." She said. "Come on."