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Calypso, Greek Goddess of Silence

-

Draco curled up tighter on his side under his blankets. He and Harry hadn't spoken since the incident in the Great Hall two weeks ago. The moment Scorpius had disappeared from their lives, Draco had broken down. He had risked everything for that boy and now he was gone. Worse, Harry refused to acknowledge him. Or at least, that was how Draco saw it. Hermione had sought him out to tell him that he wasn't being avoided; the revelation of Scorpius had gotten back to Voldemort and they were doing everything they could to keep Draco safe. That included Harry not attending classes and spending most of his time out in the field, capturing as many Death Eaters as he possibly could.

Normally, Draco would have felt honoured over this. The great and powerful Harry Potter was doing everything he could to make sure that he was safe.

But still, it felt like he was avoiding the blonde, and that just made him feel awful.

His depression had kept him in his room most of the time. He didn't have meals with the other Slytherins. Occasionally, Theo would bring him dinner and some snacks, but that was as far as eating went. He still attended most of his classes, but the professors understood the problem.

It wasn't everyday you saw your son disappear in the middle of the Great Hall. And to Draco, it was the equivalent of the other boy dying. Of course, they had been briefed by Albus about what had happened, and they fully understood why both Draco and Harry wouldn't be in class most of the time.

His behaviour really worried Theo, though. The other teen would watch over him as much as he possibly could, but the blonde was withering away before his eyes. At first, Theo had been thoroughly pissed off that Scorpius wasn't his kid and that Draco had known all along, but then he realised why Draco hadn't told him. No one was supposed to know their future that way.

And yet, Draco had been given his journal from the future. He knew details no one should know about their lives prematurely. Not surprisingly, though, everything Scorpius had brought with him had disappeared just as he did.

So many possibilities as to why that happened went through Draco's mind. The first was the fighting. They hadn't really been fighting. There wasn't even a disagreement in there. So that option didn't really work out.

There was always the possibility of the potion wearing off. And damn it if Draco didn't hope that was what had happened. Every other option was a bad option.

And then, there was always the chance that something had happened beyond their control, which had changed the future. That, of course, led the train of thoughts to his father. What had Lucius done to change the future so much? Was it an attack on Harry that never happened in Scorpius' time? Or was it something on Draco instead?

Whatever had happened, it had taken his son away from him, which made Draco a very depressed young man.

The Slytherin students continued to eye him up as if he was the devil amongst devout Catholics. It wasn't a good sign for him. They knew he was with Harry Potter.

Well, to say 'with' would be to assume that they were dating or sleeping together or something of the sort. In all actuality, they were separated for the time being. Going through a rough patch, so to say, since communication hadn't happened in two weeks. It should have warmed Draco's heart to know that Harry was trying so hard because of him, but all it did was remind him how lonely he was.

More than once, he had suffered from the Slytherin's malice. They had once again taken to shoving him around in the classroom now that they knew his hidden bodyguard wasn't around. Harry's own disappearing act also eased them into thinking they could get away with anything. Worse yet, Severus had only really been able to discipline two acts, which got both students expelled. While Draco had been bent over his cauldron, someone had come up behind him and had dribbled down his back a volatile potion. It quickly burnt away his skin, leaving him in agonising pain. The fifth-year boy, who was supposed to be in Charms, claimed he had no idea what had happened and why he had been there. It had landed Draco in the medical wing for one night while Poppy patched him back up. He was gone by the morning, not wanting to stay in the one place for too long.

The other student had approached him in the same manner, but had slipped his hand under Draco's pants, grabbing at his rear and muttering what he'd do to him if they were alone. That boy, a sixth-year this time, claimed the same story as the other had and was meant to be in Herbology. However, sexual assault wasn't taken lightly, and the boy had been sent home, never to return to Hogwarts.

Severus had kept his eye on the students when they were around Draco. God, he wanted to kill all of them for treating him that way, but had to keep his distance for his position's sake. Luckily, the acts committed by those two students couldn't have been ignored, so he got to punish them as grandly as he saw fit. However, with both of them insisting their innocence, it made him wonder if someone was using the Unforgivables in his classroom. The idea had been reported to Albus, and the old man promised to look into it. It didn't comfort Severus at all to know that, but it was the best they could do for now.

All in all, Draco really wanted Scorpius and Harry back in his life.

His back had healed, mostly, but there were still some parts that stung like all hell in the shower since he left the medical wing earlier than he really should have. Nonetheless, he felt the other attack was worse. For someone to touch him like that...he shuddered at the memory. It burnt more than the potion down his back did. And it was the bad burn, not Harry's good burn.

Dear Merlin, Harry knew about their future together. Draco turned on his back and covered his eyes with his arm. Harry knew that he knew. He knew that he had known for a while. Draco's arm slipped away from his eyes and his fingers trailed his lips. It had been fifteen days since he had last kissed his future husband. Fifteen days. He hated it with a passion. He needed Harry more than anything.

The dreams he had weren't enough. Sure, he's always wake up hot and hard and needing, and he'd always tend to his body's desires, but it certainly wasn't enough. He wanted to feel those lips burning against his own. Hell, he just wanted to see the other teen again, even if it was nothing more than a fleeting glance.

-

Swearing under his breath, Harry dodged a fourth beam of green light aimed at his chest. He had stumbled upon a large group of Death Eaters on the outskirts of the ForbiddenForest. Just as he and Remus were returning after a long night of work, they had found these extra ones. Albus, Minerva and Hagrid moved as quickly as they could after the sirens went off in Albus' office, but the Death Eaters had noticed the two Gryffindors before they had arrived. Thankfully, the centaurs weren't at all happy with the intrusion of their land, and had come to the support of Harry. In his life, Harry had never seen so many arrows flying through the air. Not even in the movies he watched when the Dursleys were out of the house. The centaurs were highly pissed.

This, of course, was a good thing for Harry and Remus. The centaurs didn't have any qualms with destroying Voldemort's slaves. They were considered lesser beings in the Dark Lord's mind and other clans had been wiped out thanks to the Death Eaters. Oh, they were all too happy to support Harry. The deaths of so many unicorns all those years ago helped with their decisions, as well. It was common knowledge that it had been Voldemort who had been drinking the blood of the unicorns. Everything in that damned forest was overly protective of the innocently fragile creatures, and thoroughly enjoyed destroying anything that threatened them.

But then he ran into the one thing that could make him stop. Piercing silver eyes stared at him from under the mask of a Death Eater. His feet stopped moving, the curses halted, his brain died and his breathing paused. He had gone so long without seeing Draco, yet those eyes were there. The eyes of a Malfoy.

Only, he had to look up at them. Lucius Malfoy.

They were angry, confused. So unlike the loving looks Draco would give him.

And yet, they were familiar. They had a spark in them Harry never thought he would have seen from this particular man. He had gotten used to it with Draco, but had never expected it from Lucius.

It was the same look Draco had in his eyes whenever their family was mentioned.

For the briefest of moments, Lucius' eyes widened and Harry's senses returned to him. It was too late. He couldn't dodge the blast of green coming from his right. His own eyes barely took in the slight flick of Lucius' wand moments before he was thrown away from the curse.

He heard the angry cries coming from the original attacker, who started yelling at Lucius for interfering. Harry had ran from the area as Lucius' calm voice

They stopped using the Killing Curse at Lucius' demand. Whatever he had said had stopped them. Unfortunately, it put other thoughts in their mind.

He was hit by the Cruciatus just as Albus came into his line of sight. With a snap to his left wrist, he fell to the ground before purple robes, the curse trickling through him like lava and icicles wound together as one. He felt it through his spine, curling around his ribs, up his neck and finally through his limbs. It died away when he heard Albus bellow out a hex at his attacker.

A hand pulled him up to his feet and Harry found himself face first in Remus' chest as the werewolf tried steering him around to help protect the school. Several Death Eaters went down, suffering from the centaur's attacks now they had turned their backs on the 'lesser' enemies. They focused all their attention on Albus, completely forgetting about the residents of the Forest.

Despite the lingering pain he felt, Harry tried to find Lucius in the crowd. He knew the other man was too smart to fully ignore the centaurs, but he certainly wasn't going to do the same to the Order. Through it all, Harry tried to get it through his head that the older man had saved him. Somewhere along the way, Lucius had looked down on him with that look of acceptance in his eyes and had thrown Harry far away from the Avada Kedavra, despite the threat to his own life. That had been his future father-in-law.

Coming back to reality thanks to a nasty curse that sliced open his thigh, Harry threw back a jinx that threw the Death Eater well into the air and against a tree. He didn't watch the masked figure lose to gravity as he came back down to Earth, managing to hit every branch along the way. Instead, Harry turned to the next Death Eater, binding him to another and paralysing them both.

A female Death Eater got past them, heading straight for the castle. Several students had heard the commotion and were now sitting in their windows, watching the scene. Harry could see their silhouettes in the windows where they were still. He chased after the woman, ignoring the pain in his left leg, tripping her up with a quick spell that had her smashing her mask against the stone steps she had been running up. Hastily, he placed a paralysing spell on her, also, and levitated her to where the other subdued Death Eaters had been positioned. He didn't as much as take in her face as he did this. Harry found this helped. He knew he was sentencing each and every Death Eater they caught to the Dementors, and although it didn't bother him at first, the more he did it, the more lives he realised he was affecting. Scorpius' speech about murderers taking away more than just one life every time they killed had really gotten to him. He knew he was doing the exact same thing.

Just quickly, his heart sped up. Thinking about Scorpius made him do that, and that was partially why he was increasing his attempts to defeat the Death Eaters. They ruined Scorpius' life and he didn't want that to happen again. He wanted his son to be happy when he's born.

More than anything, though, he just wanted to see the boy again. Ever since Scorpius disappeared, he had thrown himself away from Draco. The similarities between the two were just far too close. He didn't know how he had survived in the future with Scorpius around. They were just too alike for it not to hurt.

But still, he missed Draco. They hadn't seen each other in two weeks. Honestly, to Harry, it felt like two years. He couldn't wait to see him again.

As he turned back to the battle, he was reminded of the scratch on his thigh, and then he realised it wasn't a little scratch. He was losing a lot of blood, in fact, and it was making him quite dizzy and lightheaded. It wasn't the lightheaded sensation he got after long kisses with Draco. That was bliss. This was queasy and not very promising. It also stung like all hell.

"Oh, shit," he grumbled before he toppled over, managing to land on something soft.

Blurrily, he tried to find where he was, but couldn't get his eyes out of the black robes he had landed in.

And goddamn, he hoped it was Severus who had caught him.

A quick spell was muttered and he felt an arm move somewhere. His mind tried to recognise the spell, and all he got was an illusion. It was supposed to create an illusion to those outside the barrier of the spell. He also struggled with the voice before he felt as if it had smacked him in the head.

It hadn't been Severus' black robes.

"Has Draco eaten anything from the Great Hall?"

Harry's head was barely on his neck, and Lucius was trying to interrogate him? It would have been a lot more effective if Harry had a few more drops of blood on him. Harry's legs gave way and he collapsed completely, pulling Lucius down with him. It was then that Lucius seemed to notice what was going on. He magically closed the wound and pulled out a vial of something from his robes.

"Drink this. It's a rejuvenation potion. It'll blend with your blood and create more for you."

Despite the fact that his future father-in-law had offered him a life-saving potion and had already saved him earlier, the warning bells set off in Harry's head, forcing him to refuse the potion Lucius Malfoy kept on his person.

"No," he muttered, trying to push his head out of Lucius' chest.

He heard the Imperius being cast and felt his head get even foggier. That was not a good sign. He was already too weak to fight against something Lucius could concoct. It was no secret that the Malfoy patriarch was legendary at these damn curses.

And then he was unconscious.

-

Harry jolted at the sound of his name. Someone was calling to him not too far away, but not close enough to be seen. He sat up sharply, hissing as the pain from the Cruciatus continued to pulse through his body. He hadn't been out of it for too long. However, his leg had been patched up (though, it was a dodgy job, Harry had to admit) and the bones in his wrist had been rightfully set.

Recognising the voice as Remus', Harry took in a deep breath to answer when he felt a hand slap over his mouth, muffling the noise he was going to make.

"No answering them," Lucius snapped, his mask now gone. They were deep within the Forest; somewhere Harry never expected to see a Malfoy. Granted, he had had his fair share of dreams of what he and Draco would do when they were alone and Draco was scared of the big bad creatures that lingered in the Forest, but Lucius was never included in those dreams.

Harry threw his head back but glared as Lucius put a silencing charm around them to prevent Harry from returning the hollers.

"It's important we speak, Potter," Lucius continued, his wand in his right hand and pointed towards Harry's chest. Strangely enough, he seemed pained to be in that situation.

"Then speak," Harry conceded.

"Has Draco eaten from the Great Hall?"

The question was incredibly odd for Harry. "I haven't seen Draco in two weeks."

"Shit."

The word was hissed out, confusing Harry. He wasn't used to seeing Lucius so raffled. The long blonde hair Draco and Scorpius inherited was out of its usual confinement, spilling over Lucius' shoulders, and the older man truly looked as if he was at a loss

"What's wrong with that? I thought you'd be happy I wasn't spending time with your son after what he told you." Harry took the haughty road, trying to get a reaction out of Lucius.

"Do you think I'd risk my life the way I did for you if I didn't want you to be with Draco? Narcissa and I want Scorpius as our grandchild, you simpleton." He paused and drew in a calming breath. At the same time, he looked around him, watching as someone got close enough to be seen.

"How come they can't see us?" Harry asked, glaring at Lucius.

"Only someone who is stronger than me can see past this illusion," Lucius claimed softly before he removed the tip of his wand from Harry's sternum. "Some of the Death Eaters within the school have in their possession a poison to kill Draco."

The words stole Harry's breath away.

"N-no!"

"If they are given the chance, they will add that potion to his food and he will die a painful death, Harry. I'm not sure if there's a reversal to it, but by the time Draco realises he's been poisoned it'll be too far into his bloodstream and would have destroyed some of his major organs beyond repair. It's a slow acting poison, designed to create as much pain as possible. Only one vial has been distributed."

"When was it given to them?" Harry asked, a cold chill going down his spine as something popped up in his mind.

"Fifteen days ago."

"No. Fuck no." Harry was shaking at the thought. "Scorpius...he disappeared fifteen days ago..."

"I heard about that and thought the same thing. It could very well be that Draco has already ingested this, which means that Scorpius wouldn't exist," Lucius breathed. He had been told about how his grandson had actually been there in flesh. He had questioned Severus about it, and the professor had confessed that Scorpius had come back from the future.

Harry's nails bit into his palms as he clenched his fists tightly. Fire burned at his stomach at the thought of Draco dying. It was the last thing he could ever want. And yet, it was a high possibility.

"I have with me a small drop of it, Harry. You have to get it to Draco so he can analyse it and create an antitoxin for it." With that, Lucius pulled the vial from one of his several pockets. It had the barest of drops in it and Harry seriously hoped it was enough for Draco to use. "If you succeed, Scorpius might even come back."

The thought of that had Harry's stomach flipping. There was a possibility of his son returning. He liked the idea of that. He liked it a hell of a lot.

"Draco has to live," Lucius claimed, his voice not as sure as Harry would have liked. It was so strange to hear a Malfoy so weak.

"I know he does." Harry moved to stand, but Lucius grabbed his wrist.

"You don't understand." Those silver eyes glowered at him. "Narcissa and I...we love our son. We can't imagine life without him..."

"You practically disowned him," Harry snapped. "You didn't talk to him because he chose to fight against Voldemort."

"And we've seen how wrong that was of us. We both want Scorpius in our life. We want Scorpius and our granddaughter and we've accepted you as our son. Draco told me something I never imagined I would hear from him and it made me realise just what was going on. You are a part of our family now. You and my son have two children together. Maybe more if Draco lives longer this time. My son isn't allowed to die. You saw your own son. Can you imagine what it'd be like for him to die...?"

Lucius' question bled out. Harry was glaring at him so strongly, he was certain the boy would have used the Cruciatus on him had he been able to.

"My son is dead," Harry breathed. "And it's killing me."

"And yet you haven't seen Draco in two weeks?"

The yelling around them got closer.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything...what I'm doing now is making sure Draco isn't killed by Voldemort in ten years."

"If Draco was suddenly gone from my life, I'd want nothing more than someone to be there for me," Lucius confessed. "Unlike my son, I'll never experience life with a lover. I'll never know what it's like to love my partner. He already knows that feeling and watched as his own son disappeared. It's as you said: Scorpius may as well be dead. You're busying yourself and all Draco can do is suffer. He probably needs you."

Harry bristled at Lucius' words. They made sense. He never expected that from him.

Regardless, those searching for Harry were getting closer and closer. Lucius stood and removed the silencing spell from around them. The illusion was also negated moments after he returned his mask to his face and had placed his hood over his long, platinum hair.

The moment he Apparated, Harry was found.

-

Draco didn't feel so well. He had been skipping out on meals and had managed to lose a few kilos off his weight. It made him wonder if this was how a parent truly felt when their child died. He didn't want to think of it that way, but the pain was so strong that it had to be.

At least Theo was there for him. When they ate, they got only the best food from the kitchens. Theo made sure to bring him his favourite dishes in his attempt to make the other boy happy. He was a good friend, so Draco had come to realise.

There was a knock on his door, followed by Theo confirming that it was him. Draco let down the safeguards, making it easy for Theo to walk through the door. He had made sure to strengthen the curses to prevent people from coming in. The last thing he needed was for the others to sneak up on him while he was sleeping. He didn't even want to think about what they'd do to him.

Whenever Theo delivered a meal, he always shrunk it down and placed it in his pockets so that the others wouldn't know about it. He was certain they had something planned regarding Draco's food. More than once he had seen Parkinson hanging around Draco's door, waiting for Theo to show up with the food. She always had a glass vial of something in her hands. He had even seen her play around with the thing, asserting her control in the common room. Whenever that thing came out of her pocket, everyone listened to what she was saying. It was like her direct link to controlling everyone else and the contents of the potion inside it worried Theo.

Of course, he hadn't said a thing to Draco. The other teen had far too much on his mind to worry about that sort of stuff. So Theo made sure everything was fine and that nothing had been tainted. He had found that if he paid one of the house elves, they didn't have a problem with keeping their actions a secret or making sure no one else touched the food. Although the other house elves didn't agree with that lone one, having that little bit of help was greatly appreciated, so Theo gave the desired money. Luckily, the thing didn't know the difference in meaning between a knut and a galleon.

So, with his hands stuffed in his pockets to make sure no one could tamper with the food in there, Theo would be Draco's only confidante.

"Thanks," Draco muttered, looking at the food before him. His stomach reeled at that thought of eating, but at the same time, it grumbled with the need to fill it. He hated it when he was that hungry.

"Are you sure Scorpius is Potter's child?" Theo asked, completely out of the blue and casual as he bit into a sandwich. "There's always the possibility of him being my son."

"He told me, Theo. And I've seen my journal. It's all lovey-dovey over Harry. And I'm in love with him now..."

"How can you be so sure? Scorpius could have fabricated all of that."

Draco's grey eyes focused on Theo. "Do you really want to be Scorpius' papa?"

The words caused an awkward silence between them for a few minutes, where neither would eat nor speak.

"I wouldn't mind." There was a faint shrug of his shoulders.

"Theo..."

"You made it make so much sense, Draco. It sounded like it was meant to be between us," Theo interrupted, intent on making his point clear. "He has green eyes..."

"They're the same shade of Harry's, Theo. He and Harry are of the same blood. It's overly obvious and we're far too stupid to figure it out this late. He's a Potter. Everything about him screams out that he's a Potter. He's not your son..."

The words were cut off short as Theo rushed forward, pressing his lips to Draco's.

And instantly, Draco pulled away, feeling the harsh burning sensation along with a wave of illness at the thought of kissing someone who wasn't Harry.

"You made it sound perfect, Draco. It was like you were promising me this life with Scorpius and Lilith as our children."

"Her name is Lily," Draco objected. "My baby girl with Harry will be called Lily."

"She's Lilith Nott."

Theodore's voice was so angry that Draco was almost worried. "Theo, Scorpius told me these things. I know who I do and do not marry..."

Theo frowned, shaking his head. "You were promising me a family so soon after I lost my father-he was all I had left, but then you were there and you had Scorpius and you made it sound like we were going to be together with our children. You can't go back on that now."

"I love Harry." The three words froze Theo in his place. "I didn't intend to lead you on like that, Theo. I was just trying to find out who Scorpius' papa is. It did fit when I thought of you, but I didn't fall in love with you. And then I figured it out and Scorpius confirmed it. Harry Potter is my future husband and we've both accepted it. And yet..." Draco's eyes began to tear. "And yet Scorpius is gone. There was nothing we could do to prevent him from leaving us."

"And I feel as if I've lost my son," Theo told him, his voice raw. "I feel just like you do. I thought of him as my own child, Draco."

"Thinking of him as your child and feeling it are two different things. Harry felt what I felt whenever we looked at him. It's not the same between you and me."

"Why? Because you didn't fall in love with me? It can happen."

Draco shook his head. "This isn't up for discussion. Harry is my future husband and the children we know to be mine are his. He even called Harry 'Papa' on more than one occasion, but we were too stupid to realise what was going on."

"Was this before or after you started screwing around with my mind?"

The blonde inclined his head. "Before."

And with that, Theo stood, heading for the door. "I was the only one who stuck with you after you turned down your father and the Dark Lord. How could you have used me like that? I would have thought you had a little more in you."

"Theo, stop being so dramatic," Draco chided.

"Dramatic? You've taken away the one thing I was looking forward to!"

"I haven't taken that away from you. You're only seventeen, for Merlin's sake. Just because you're not having children with me doesn't mean you can't love the children you'll have when you're ready."

They both jumped when someone crashed into their doorway, yelling.

"Theo!" It was a fourth-year boy. "The Death Eaters attacked. Dumbledore went down and stopped it all, but they ambushed Potter...I heard they got him."

Straight away, Draco felt his heart stop. His lungs ceased to take in any air, despite how much he wanted to breathe.

"Julius snuck out and heard them all calling out for him. They couldn't find him anywhere," the boy continued. "He could hear Professor Snape and Hagrid calling out...Dumbledore reckons he was taken into the forest, but McGonagall thinks he was taken to the Dark Lord."

"That's enough, Crispin," Theo sighed, taking pity on Draco. It was then that the child noticed him. He slapped a hand over his mouth, realising what he had just done.

It was well known now all over the school about Scorpius. They had all heard the two of them call Scorpius their son. It didn't take a genius to know that he had come back from the future for some reason or another. They also knew that Harry had been avoiding Draco.

The younger Slytherin backed out of the room.

"He's my spy amongst the others," Theo told Draco once the door was closed behind Crispin. "He came up to me in private and told me that he was glad I hadn't followed the Dark Lord. His parents are on the fence with it all. They disagree with the Dark Lord, but would follow him just to keep Crispin and his brother safe. He and Julius are childhood friends. Not too far off from the Weasley twins, I reckon. They can never keep their noses out of trouble and seem to know about everything happening in the school." He eyed Draco, who was much paler than usual. "You can breathe again. I highly doubt Dumbledore would have let Potter disappear with the Death Eaters. They probably dragged him out into the Forest only to be defeated by him anyway."

Draco shakily nodded his head, but glared at Crispin as he opened the door again. "They found him! He was in the Forest, just as Dumbledore thought. He had been taken away by one of the Death Eaters...Julius can't find out why. He's not to be out there, of course, so he can't exactly go up to one of the professors and ask them what's going on. None of the other students are down there, either."

"How is Potter?" Theo asked, noticing how Draco was breathing again.

"He's fine. A slight cut on his thigh and a bit dizzy from blood loss, but he's fine. He was whisked off to Dumbledore's office as quickly as he could so he could explain everything. Julius said he heard something about the Slytherin common rooms, though. He thinks Professor Snape's heading down here to check up on it...I don't know what Potter was talking about, though. Even Julius couldn't hear it properly and he was using one of those Weasley inventions. Those two are geniuses." He stopped at the look Theo was giving him. "Right...anyway, other than a small gash, he's fine. I'm sure he's still good for baby-making."

"That's all, thanks, Crispin."

"There's more," Crispin objected, this time stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him. He put a few spells on the room to make sure no one could hear them or interfere. "You asked me to look into that potion Parkinson's always carrying around. According to Bulstrode, it's a poison someone left on her desk for Draco. They reckon a proper Death Eater snuck in and placed it during breakfast...the day of the incident in the Great Hall..." He wisely chose his words. "When we all got back from it, it was by Lucille McNair's bed."

"Lucille McNair...?"

"We all know her as Lucille Shanks, but it turns out she's Walden McNair's lovechild. We all know he's a Death Eater, so her mother makes her use the last name Shanks instead to prevent the whole 'guilty by association' thing the Ministry has going on. Quite suspicious placing, don't you think? I mean, she mightn't be a fully fledged Death Eater just yet, but she's well on her way in following her old man's footsteps..."

"I haven't taken it yet, have I?" Draco asked softly, a sudden thought hitting his head.

"Not to my knowledge. Whenever she whips it out, it's still as full as it had been before. I think that's because you haven't eaten with us since it was found." Crispin shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe that's why Scorpius disappeared. I'm going to die because of it..."

"You wouldn't know if you've had any. Not yet. It's designed to be a slow and painful death, according to the note found with the potion. No one knows what it's called and Snape hasn't been told of it just yet." He paused, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small slip of parchment. Quickly, his brown eyes read over it. "Julius is on his way back. They managed to capture eleven Death Eaters in all. They got Parkinson's dad, too. He doesn't know how many they got before that, though. It seems as if Potter was on a raid before this attack started. He's really knocking back the Dark Lord's plans, isn't he? There can't be that many left."

"Have you checked the common room?" Theo asked dryly. "That place is just drowning in Death Eater wannabes."

"Suppose. Anyway, Potter's obliterated the Inner Circle. There are only a few surviving members. All the rest have been sentenced to the Kiss. The Carrows, Lestrange, Snape and Malfoy are the only big-name survivors and the Dark Lord only trusts one of them."

"Okay, thanks for that," Theo sighed, looking at Draco. "Make sure you don't eat anything from the Great Hall until we find out what's going on. I'll keep bringing you food from the kitchens just to make sure."

"But that could explain everything. If I'm dead, Scorpius can't be born. And if he isn't born, then he can't be in the past. That's why my baby boy's missing. I'm going to die..." Draco breathed.

"We'll find out what potion is it and we'll come up with a reversal for it, okay?" Theo gathered the dishes from their meal. "Go back to sleep. We can talk more in the morning."

-

For the second time that night, Draco was rudely awoken by someone at his door. Only, this time, they had broken through whichever safeguards he had put into place. He sat up sharply, his hand grabbing for his wand, but found no one in his doorway. The door closed quietly, blacking out the light from the hallway before Harry appeared, removing the Invisibility Cloak from his shoulders.

Draco instantly got out of bed, slipping out from under the blankets, to rush to Harry's side. Before Harry had the Cloak off his body properly, Draco was there; his arms wound around his body in the tightest embrace Harry had ever been in.