Draco woke up from the sun attacking his eyes. He tried to turn away from it, but his left arm was asleep. His eyes blinked open rapidly to look at it, finding mini-Potter laying on it. Draco almost reflexively pushed Potter off of him -he hadn't slept with anyone else in the bed since he was six- until last night came flooding back. Draco rolled so he could keep him warm, looking down as he did so. Harry's hair covered most of his face, but Draco could see traces of an angry purple bruise forming around Harry's chin.

Panicking, Draco looked for anything Harry could've hurt himself on. Did he hit his head when he fell yesterday? Were one of his stuffed animals stuffed with rocks? Had Draco hurt him? Dumbledore and Pomfrey were going to kill him-

"injuries sustained at that particular time do return. As this potion does not simply change your features, it changes your entire body chemistry"

Slughorn's words and Daphne's broken arm came back to him. Would Harry get....every injury he'd gotten at this age until he was fixed? That brought up the uncomfortable question of Harry's family who called him 'freak.' Boys did tend to play rough and get a lot of bruises at seven, but thinking about it made Draco uneasy.

Harry stirred, and before Draco could decide if he should leave or not, big green eyes -surely they hadn't been that green before- blinked up at him. Harry pulled away from him, ears turning red. Part of Draco wanted to pull him closer and make sure he was safe, but that was inappropriate and they would both regret that once this whole business was through.

"Where's Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked. Draco furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't know who that is Harry. Your at Hogwarts," Draco paused, shuffling a bit to sit up straight, "do you know what that is?"

Harry blinked at him for a minute. "It's a... school... for magic," Harry said slowly, nodding along with his words. Draco's worry subsided somewhat, but the bruise staring him in the face wouldn't let him relax completely.

"Okay, that's good. Do you-" Draco cut himself off, clearing his throat, "Harry, do you... know why you have a bruise on your chin?" Draco watched closely as Harry reached up to touch the bruise, and winced. His eyes dropped to the blanket and remained resolutely.

"I'm just clumsy, I told Madam Pomfrey that yesterday."

Draco paused. He hadn't been expecting that, and he still didn't really believe it but Harry already looked extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to make the situation worse and have him clam up. That would make everything Dumbledore asked him to do more difficult.

"Okay," he said quietly. "You should take a shower, yesterday was a long day. Do you know where it is?"

Harry glared at him. "Yes, I know where the shower is, thanks," he snapped. He stormed out of the room and into the hallway, leaving Draco sitting on the bed.

He went downstairs, noticing a nice breakfast with toast and bacon already set up for them. A small tray with a few potions and containers sat on the edge of the corner. Finding a note, Draco found himself worrying even more.

The green bottles are nourishment potions. Mr. Potter should be taking them every morning before he eats. The purple numb pain, the pink heal major injuries, and the container is a simple balm that will heal all minor injuries. Apply a generous amount and do not wipe away.

If I am correct, Mr. Potter may be needing these. Let me know if you need anything else, I have had Headmaster Dumbledore connect your floo to my office, 'Hospital Wing.'

-Madam Pomfrey.

She had to know something more was going on to Harry than just clumsiness, Draco was sure. Draco returned to his meal, setting aside the balm and a green bottle. He was almost done by the time Harry stepped quietly around the corner, pausing at the entryway. Draco wouldn't have heard him if his back had been facing him.

"Hungry?" Draco pointed to the still hot -he loved house elf magic- breakfast on the counter. Harry slowly approached it, taking the seat opposite him but not making himself a plate.

Draco frowned, and grabbed a plate to make it himself. He put two pancakes, some bacon, a piece of toast, and a few eggs on it and slid it over. He realized that Harry wouldn't be able to eat the entire plate at his size. He probably wouldn't have been able to eat it at sixteen, either. But Draco knew that this was what he normally ate -embarrassingly enough- so he went ahead with his gut, ignoring Harry's wide eyes.

"That's all... for me?" Harry asked slowly. Draco nodded, and pushed the plate closer. Harry grabbed a fork so slow Draco thought Harry was trying to tease him or something, with the way Harry's eyes kept darting back and forth between Draco, the plate, and the fork.

Afraid to frighten Harry further, Draco continued his breakfast with slow movements, watching Harry out of the corner of his eye. Right before his hand made it back to his plate, Draco jerked.

"Wait, you nee-" Harry dropped the fork and leaped away from the table and was at the doorway before the fork finished clattering. Draco, frozen, watched as Harry trembled. He stood from his seat and grabbed the green potion. "You just... need to take this first, is all. Madam Pomfrey's orders." Draco said slowly. When Harry didn't move, he approached carefully, making sure that Harry could see his hands.

Harry let him crouch in front of him, Draco was glad to notice. He held out the potion. "It's just to help you get some of the nourishment that you need. Then you can eat. Madam Pomfrey just said to take it before breakfast. It's okay." Draco felt awkward and clunky crouching like this, having no idea of what to do. But Harry had stopped trembling and had taken the potion from his hand, so he thought he was doing alright.

Watching Harry drink it, he gave him a small smile and took the empty potion from his hands. "I'm going to be in the living room, okay? Eat as much as you want, or as much as you think you can handle without being sick. The house elves will take care of it, so don't worry about cleanup, okay?"

Harry didn't nod, didn't react at all, but Draco thought he maybe just needed space, so he backed off and headed for the connecting living room. Before he made it through the doorway, Harry called out in a tiny voice. "I don't need to cook breakfast or do the dishes?"

Draco turned. Harry looked absolutely lost and unsure of himself. It made Draco's heart go out to him, for all that would embarrass him later. But that didn't matter; this wasn't the Potter that refused his hand, this was a scared, maybe abused seven year old.

"No, Harry, you don't need to do any cleaning. Just eat, relax, and enjoy yourself, it's okay." This time he waited for Harry to nod before he left, feeling lighter and heavier at the same time.

He went to his room to grab the letter he had started last night, returning to the living room with more paper and a self-inking quill. Tossing the old note away, he started anew.

Headmaster,

Harry is losing his memories quicker than I expected. He had several nightmares last night that caused him to use accidental magic in his sleep. He woke up this morning asking for an 'Aunt Petunia' and struggled when I asked him what Hogwarts was. He's also acting more like a child his age would, and I'm starting to fear that his family is very unkind to him. He woke up with a bruise on his face, and I don't exactly believe his claims of being clumsy.

I planned to pen Professor Snape today about seeing Harry in the hopes of making a potion that could fix him faster than the botched potion would naturally leave his system. I don't think it would be good for Harry if this continues much longer.

-Draco Malfoy

Draco realized he had no way to send the letter; his and Potter's pets were in the owlery and Draco wasn't comfortable with leaving Harry; them going together wasn't an option, if there was a chance a student would see them.

"Dinky!"

With a small pop! she appeared, curtsying deeply. "What can Dinky be doing for Master Malfoy Sirs?"

"Please deliver this to Headmaster Dumbledore, Dinky."

"Yes Sirs!" Dinky was gone before Draco had put his hand down from handing her the letter. Draco pulled out a new paper.

Severus,

As you've likely heard, Harry Potter recently became the victim of a botched Festina Tempus potion. He is losing memories fast and acting more and more like the child he has become. I think a potion to fix him would be faster than the ruined one getting out of his system, and I think he needs to get fixed as soon as possible. I thought it might be helpful for you to sit and talk with him and perhaps take some hair if you need it.

We'll be here.

-Draco

He called Dinky again. "To Professor Snape, please." She popped away as he noticed Harry lingering in the doorway. He seemed a little less pale, perhaps, but the bruise still stood out on his skin. Draco realized he had forgotten about the healing balm after what happened at breakfast.

"Done eating?" Draco asked him. Harry nodded slowly. "Good. Madam Pomfrey also left a healing balm, I was thinking we should put it on your chin so that nasty bruise will go away," he talked as he walked past Harry -who had lightly touched his face at the mention of the bruise- into the kitchenette.

"Sit down on the couch so I can put this on it, okay?" Draco gestured from the table, but Harry hadn't moved at all. Draco crouched next to him so they were eye-level. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"That's good," Draco nodded, "do you hurt anywhere at all?" Harry shook his head. "Okay, will you come with me to the couch then so I can put this on you?" This time Harry followed, and allowed Draco to gently apply the paste. It probably needed to be rubbed in rather than just layered on top as Draco had done, but he didn't want to cause Harry more pain than Draco thought he might be in.

"Professor Snape will be here some time today, I think," Draco said as he set the balm down. Harry's eyebrows scrunched.

"Who...?" He trailed off.

"Professor Severus Snape, he was the potions teacher at Hogwarts for awhile until Professor Slughorn took over this year. But he's still the best at potions."

A hint of recognition shone in Harry's eyes. "I don't like Professor Snape."

Draco snorted. "No, you never did. Do you think-"

The floo flared to life, causing Harry to leap off and behind the couch and for Draco to stop speaking. Professor Snape walked out, his robes billowing in a way Draco had tried to replicate for years.

"Mr. Potter, if you will please sit down. I won't be here long." Professor Snape said, taking his own seat in a chair to the side. Harry returned sitting next to Draco, but he moved as far to the edge of the couch as it would permit.

Professor Snape watched his movements, zeroing in on his face. His eyes flickered to the bruise balm on the table, then to Draco in a silent question, to which he shrugged. He had his suspicions, but nothing he could really prove.

"Mr. Potter, can you tell me who Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley are?"

Harry sat very still, thumbs twiddling softly in his lap. Draco wasn't sure if he'd seen first years hold that still before. "They're my friends," Harry started, sounding a little unsure. "I've never had any friends before, but they're nice to me."

Professor Snape nodded slightly. Harry gave a minuscule smile in response, but it dropped and his eyes darted away. "Who is Petunia Dursley?"

"My Aunt Petunia," Harry answered quickly. "I live with her, Uncle Vernon, and my cousin Dudley."

"And what did Petunia tell you about Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head slowly. "She never told me anything about Hogwarts. She always said magic isn't real, and she'd get mad if she caught me doing anything....freakish," he mumbled.

Draco shared a grim look with Professor Snape. "Who is Professor McGonagall?"

Harry visibly struggled, a crease forming on his forehead. "I... I'm not sure, Sir." Snape nodded, as though he had never expected anything different.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter. If you do not mind, I would like to speak to Mr. Malfoy alone for a minute?" Harry was gone before Professor Snape had finished speaking. He didn't scare Harry like Uncle Vernon did, but he never did like being around adults.

He had run into a huge room with a giant bed and stuffed animals littered about the sheets and floor. This was the room he had woken up in, but he thought it must've been Draco's. Harry probably had a much smaller area somewhere he didn't remember. He climbed onto the bed and snuggled a stuffed black dog to his chest. He hoped Draco wouldn't mind, but he felt...safe, here.