A Parselmouth's Kryptonite

Chapter Five

"WHY DID I JUST NOW GET AN OWL?!?" Everyone watched as Sirius Black storm through the Hospital Wing doors, looking all the murderer he was said to have been.

"Oh boy! Angry Sirius on the loose!" Seamus screamed.

"Why in the name of Merlin has no body owled me before now?" Sirius shouted. If you looked hard enough, you really could see the steam pouring out of his ears.

" Silentio!" Madame Pomfrey pointed her wand at Sirius, His mouth kept moving, as if he hadn't heard her say the charm. He probably hadn't. It was a good thing she had said the spell though. Sirius would probably made them all deaf.

"We need a laugh," Dean muttered to those around him.

"Take the spell off of him. He has the right to rant. You should have owled him yesterday," Draco's tired voice came from Harry's side.

"Draco! Go lay down and get some sleep. You've been up for almost three days!" Remus ordered.

"No! I can't leave him!" Draco argued quietly.

"You can stay in here, but lay down or I'll have Madame Pomfrey force feed you a sleeping draught and then look you out of the Hospital Wing," Remus told him with a stern voice.

"Fine. I'm not moving from his side, though, so move one of those beds over here," Draco relented. He watched as Madame Pomfrey finally released Sirius from the silence spell and said Marauder walk to the bed where the Boy-Who-Lived lay.

"You're stead fast in your decision not to be away from him, aren't you?" Sirius asked, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"I love him, and it's my fault he's like this now," Draco closed his eyes, trying to will back his tears.

"I know what happened, Draco, and it wasn't your fault," Sirius told him as he watched the werewolf levitate the nearest bed. "And you know he would say the same."

"I know, Sirius, but I still can't help felling that had I not tried to protect him like that, he wouldn't have gone out to the Quidditch Pitch and gotten attacked," Draco sniffed, looking up at his boyfriend's godfather.

"If we're always retracing our steps, Draco, we can never make new ones," Remus told him. He sat the hospital bed next to the one occupied by the comatose Harry.

Draco just nodded. He looked up at Harry's family and sighed.

"Go get some sleep now."

"You'll wake me if there's any news?" Draco asked, looking back to his lover.

"Definitely," Sirius smiled slightly at him.

***

"You kids need to go to class," Remus told the seventh year Gryffindors.

"Aw, Professor!" Hermione was the only one not protesting.

"Go. We'll let you know if we find something," Sirius waved them towards the doors.

"How come he gets to stay here?" Ron pouted, pointing at Draco.

"Because, Ron. They'd let you stay if it was Neville lying in that bed," Hermione yanked on his arm, pulling him along.

"Post, let go!" Sirius and Remus grinned as Ron shouted while being dragged out of the Infirmary.

"Well, now Draco's asleep, and the others are gone."

"What're you suggesting, Moony?" Sirius grinned.

"We haven't seen each other in what, four days?" Remus raised his eyebrow suggestively.

"Where's our room?"

"Surely you remember where the teachers' rooms are Padfoot," Moony grinned at his husband. "After all, you were up there Merlin knows how many times playing pranks."

"The ever-intelligent Professor Remus," Sirius smiled at the werewolf. "And I wasn't the only one playing pranks on the teachers."

"Too true, love," Remus smirked, leading the ex-convict out of the Hospital Wing. He was determined to take his husband's mind of off the comatose boy, so like the son they wished they could have.

***

"I can't believe they kicked us out of there," Ron scowled again, kicking at the floor.

"Shut up, Ron," Neville said gloomily. He, like the others, just wished Ron would drop it. "We need to go to class, anyway. This is the third day of term, and we haven't been to class once."

"Neville's right. We don't want to get behind. OH! What if we're not ready for the N.E.W.T.s?" Hermione replied franticly.

"You just had to get her started, didn't you Hairball?" Seamus shook his head as Ron and Dean glared at Neville and Hermione ranted about the importance of the N.E.W.T.s.

"It's not my fault. I could have asked what time it was, and she would have gone off like that. It's a random thing," Neville shrugged, ignoring his boyfriend's gaze. They all exited the castle, on their way to Herbology.

"...And if we're not ready on time, we could be held behind! That's what happened to Marcus Flint! He had to redo seventh year because he wasn't prepared!" Hermione continued.

"'Mione, Marcus Flint had to redo seventh year because he was an idiot," Dean put in as Hermione took a breath.

"That too," Hermione agreed. "But if he hadn't have been an idiot, he would have studied and passed!"

"She just doesn't get it does she?" Neville asked the other boys. They all shook their heads. "'Mione, we have eight months to prepare. Leave us alone about it, ok? Besides finding a cure for Harry is more important than grades."

Even Ron was dumbfounded by Neville's unsubtle attack to Hermione's priorities. Hermione could only nod as they stepped into the greenhouse where their class was waiting.

***

Draco tossed and turned in the bed, unable to fall back asleep. He looked around; there was no one left in the Infirmary. He sat up and smiled sadly down at his Harry. Tears formed up in his eyes, but this time he didn't bother trying to hide them. A dozen fell before Draco even realized that he was crying.

***

Blackness all around him. The only thing he could see was the darkness enveloping his dreams.

"Where am I?" his voice was echoed, and no one answered him.

A sound reached his ears.

"Hello?"

"Harry, come back to me, please," it was Draco's voice echoing around him.

"Draco?" Harry called out.

"I love you, Harry. Please come back to me, love," his boyfriend's voice came from all sides. "Wake up, Flames."

"Harry, we all miss you. I'm trying, Harry. I'm trying to get you better," this time, Hermione's voice ricocheted around him in the darkness. "Wake up for us, Harry."

"Harry, you great prat. We're all so worried about you. Wake up, won't you?" Ron's voice reverberated next.

"Harry, Ron's really upset. Wake up and get better, okay?" Neville's voice.

"Harry Potter, if you don't wake up soon, I'll never let you fly again," Sirius's stern voice was filled with concern. "I mean it, too. Wake up, kiddo."

"I can't manage your godfather all on my own, you know. C'mon, wake up," Remus's concern was evident through the slight laugh.

"Hey Harry, if you don't wake up, I get Draco," Seamus's voice held a singsong quality to it. "Wake up, cause I like blondes!"

"Harry, I wouldn't doubt Seamus's threats. Wake up, or Draco will be Seamus-food," Harry could almost see Dean's grin.

"Wake up, Harry. Wake up," in that moment, his parents stood before him.

"Mum? Dad?" Harry gasped.

"Go back, Harry. It's not your time yet. Wake up, son," James smiled at him.

"We love you Harry, and we'll always be watching you," Lily's eye plainly held proud ness for her son.

"Wake up, Harry."

Harry caught a whiff of lilacs and peppermints before he was jolted back to the land of living, away from his parents.

***

Draco sighed, wiping at his eyes, but more just fell. Several landed on Harry; one hit his closed eyelids and Draco watched as Harry's eyes fluttered. Another landed on his rose coloured lips and they parted slightly. A few more landed on Harry's face. One more fell onto Harry's eyes, but when Draco looked this time, they were open instead of the closed they had been before.

End Chapter Five