Broken Without a Fix

6

They talked for the entire hour in the bathroom. When the door was unlocked, Draco and Harry jumped from the tub for their clothing. They were wrinkling like prunes and Madame Pomfrey stood with her lips pursed as she waited for them to ready themselves.

She led them from the bathroom back to the Infirmary and they kept their wet heads bowed the entire time. Draco didn't even notice it when Blaise Zabini walked by him and muttered his name.

When they reached the Hospital Wing, Hermione Granger was sitting on Harry's bed.

"Harry," she said quietly.

"Hello there Hermione," he said awkwardly.

"Snape found an antidote to your Polyjuice problem and he asked me to deliver it here. Well, I'm just going to leave it here and be off. Snape says Draco should drink it and it will affect you both. Goodbye Harry."

She stood up off of his bed quickly and kissed him on the cheek. She then turned on her heel and swept out of the Hospital Wing.

Without even thinking to question the trustworthiness of the potion bearer, Draco snatched up the tiny bottle Hermione had brought, pulled out the tiny cork with his forefingers, and drank the electric blue liquid.

The immediate effect felt like hot, burning liquid shooting through every vein in his body. His heart felt like it would burst open and he felt himself fall to the floor of the infirmary. Someone was screaming. His eyes were shut in pain and he felt hands firmly grasp his shoulders. Only then did he realize that is was he who was screaming.

"Draco!" he heard Harry scream. "Draco..."

***

As Dumbledore stood in Pansy Parkinson's dormitory staring at her twisted and bloody body, a man approached him and took his arm.

"Sir, there has been an accident in the Infirmary," the man said. "It involved Misters Malfoy and Potter and apparently Ms. Granger. Madame Pomfrey has requested that you come immediately."

"Send the message back to her to prepare a bed for Ms. Parkinson," Dumbledore said, staring down at the girl's body. "We must alert Pandora and Romulus Parkinson that their daughter has been murdered. Also inform Madame Pomfrey that I will be down to the Infirmary in a short while, due to a situation in the Slytherin dungeons."

"Very well Professor," the mad said before he slid quickly out of the dungeons and hurried to the Hospital Wing.

***

Harry had Draco's head lying in his lap. Draco was having small shaking fits every so often and his hands were balled into fists of pain.

"Don't leave me," Draco had said to Harry before he passed out. When he woke up, it was clear that he was in immense pain and that something was terribly wrong.

Harry turned his head as a man trotted to Madame Pomfrey in her office. She had ordered Harry to stay by Draco's side until Professor Dumbledore had arrived.

"What do you mean he won't be here for a short while?" Madame Pomfrey yelled. "Oh my god! Pansy Parkinson!"

Harry craned his head to try to see into her office, but she suddenly burst forth from it and started to pull the sheets of a nearby bed neatly to the top of it.

Harry turned his sights back to Draco, who had vomited all over his Infirmary pajamas.

"Oh Draco..." Harry whispered as he tried to clean Draco up. "Madame Pomfrey! Draco has puked all over himself!"

"Be there in a moment dear!" she screamed across the room.

She rocketed over to Draco and attempted to pull his arms out of his shirt in order to change it, but his arms seemed locked in position.

"Draco dear," Madame Pomfrey coaxed. "Let me have your dirty shirt."

His arms relaxed a bit, allowing her to pull off his pajama top. She replaced it, paying attention to be very delicate with his body. He was sweating suddenly, but his skin felt like ice.

The Infirmary doors banged open and Professor Albus Dumbledore walked in at a fast pace. Behind him, a stretcher was being carried by McGonagall and Snape. And on top of it, clearly dead, lie Pansy Parkinson.

She was whiter than snow and her neck twisted at an odd angle. There were trails of dried blood leading from her nose and mouth down to her bloody robes where there were small slashes all over her body.

She was set on the prepared bed and a white sheet was immediately brought to cover her up. But she was not covered fast enough, because as her arm fell off the bed, Harry could clearly see the Dark Mark on it in blood red.

"Who did this Headmaster?" Pomfrey asked quietly.

"It is unknown."

"And what about Ms. Granger?" Madame Pomfrey asked quietly. "Is she being dealt with?"

"We will deal with her tomorrow. It is too early in the morning to wake her."

"Alright."