Thank you arty_writes for all your help with this chapter.

The way Draco communicates with others is something I made up because I couldn't find a way to do it in the Harry Potter universe.

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Always_Hufflepuff

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It has been a week sense the truth came out. Draco left Harry alone, hoping that he would come to him.

He felt guilty. Hermione was right he should have been truthful from the start. He put himself in this situation, and now he was going to fight his way out.

Harry was sitting on his front porch drinking Earl Gray tea with a bit of cream, when he noticed something or someone was blocking the sun from his eyes.

Blinking a few times he saw what was blocking the rays. Draco Bloody Malfoy.

"Can I help you?" He snarled.

"Can I please explain?" The blonde pleaded.

Harry motioned for Draco to sit down in the chair next to him. "Explain."

"Please just let me talk and you can ask questions after. I don't think if I stopped, I would be able to finish." Draco said "I have been hiding from a lot of things, for a long time."

Harry nodded his head once, letting Draco know he understood.

Draco looked at Harry, and took a deep breath and began.

"Being a pureblood is easy, being a Malfoy is hard." Draco started. Looking down at his folded hands on the table he continued.

Harry rolled his eyes, but remained silent so blondie could continue.

"I was brought up thinking that everyone else was beneath me. Not because I was a pureblood but because I was a Malfoy." Draco cringed. He knew what it sounded like, it sounded pathetic.

"My dad didn't make it easy, as a kid if I did anything wrong or against the Malfoy way I was punished. Starting from a young age my dad explained, no one was better than me and no one ever would be. I started to believe it and I started to live it. My mom in the beginning tried to stop it but it was not enough and she was scared of my dad. Looking back I don't blame her, he wasn't a very nice man. The one thing my mom did do is protect me. She may not have been able to protect me from his words and his beliefs but she could protect me from his hand and from his wand." Tears fell from Dracos gray eyes. He never heard her scream, but he always saw the pain and the bruses after.

Harry froze. Memories flooded back. Words like freak, useless, and abomination repeated themselves in his head. Never once was he physically hurt, but words could cause damage. A ping of sympathy crawled itself up to his heart. Knowing some of what Draco went through.

"To this day my mom is still stronger than me. When I got to Hogwarts things started to change but not enough. I was jealous, of you. I was jealous of Hermione and I was jealous of Ron. You guys had everything I wanted a family and true friends. I know Harry, the people you lived with we're not the best people. I'm sorry you went through what you did."

Draco stole a glance at Harry, seeing pain etched on his face he quickly looked away.

"What I am meaning here is that these people, meaning Ron, Hermione and more, loved you even if they weren't your blood. I know my mom loves me. I know Severus loves me in his own way, but that's not the love in which I craved while at school. Pansy and Blaze where the closest things that I ever had to family and friends at Hogwarts. The rest were followers."

Draco was silently crying as the words tumbled out of his mouth. He wanted to quit and run but he keep going.

"I'm sorry I was such a git to you over the years. I didn't know how to be a friend and I didn't know how to be a good person. Everything I did was to make my father proud and all it did was make me hate myself."

Harry wanted to reach for Draco, but he remained still and just listened to the man next to him.

"I'm sorry about Dumbledore I really wish I had never fixed that cabinet. I know everything was explained to you afterwards but I can't help but think that if I had never fixed that cabinet there would be nothing to explain. And maybe Dumbledore would still be alive." Draco took a deep breath paused for a moment and continued.

"I'm so sorry for what happened at the Manor. That was the only thing I could think of to do to save you, was to tell them that I didn't know if it was you or not. I wish I'd thought to run away. I wish I had grabbed my mother and just left but my brain and my heart were still fighting and a part of me still wanted to prove myself to my father."

Harry finally broke, tears falling from his bright green eyes. Realizing that Draco was the dark side of his light. Both trying to please, just on different sides, both trying to save the ones they loved.

"When at Hogwarts and Voldemort said you were dead I thought all things were lost. I was scared, and rooted to where I stood. When my father called my name I didn't want to go over, but when my mother called me I knew I had to, to protect her. So I did."

"Walking away with my mother from everything was the hardest thing to do. At that moment I knew I needed to go I needed to run and never come back. So that's exactly what I did and I've never looked back until you came into my life." Looking up Draco glanced at Harry and then dropped his eyes, to look at his hands.

"Yes I kept in contact with the few people I love but in all intensive purposes Draco was gone and Ryu was born. Having you back in my life makes me want to be better. Makes me want to be a better Draco and no longer Ryu but I don't know how to. I have ran for so long I don't know how to be Draco anymore." Draco sobbed and his head feel into his hands. Relief flooded him, but the fear was still there.

"Let me help you." Harry quietly said and he placed his hand on Draco's shaking shoulders.

"How?" Draco asked through his hands.

"By being your friend." Harry whispered. "I can't forgive you yet, but I can still be a friend."

"I would like that." Draco choked. His emotions running on high. "I need to apologize to a few more people. Can you help me."

"Of course." He smiled.

"How do you want to do that?" Harry asked, looking at Draco and seeing sadness but also hope in those stormy gray eyes.

"I want to do something like a howler, but not. I don't want to write out my apologies I want people to hear my voice and see me. So they know my sincerity behind the words." Draco's smile was small, but it was there. With it Harry saw more than hope, he saw truthfulness.

"Who do you want to send them too?" Harry questioned.

"Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna and the Weasleys." Draco stated. "Those are the people who I hurt the most."

Harry was suprised, he couldn't help but smile at Draco. "This is a good step forward Draco. They may not forgive right away, but it is only the first step."

Draco smiled, this time the smile reached his eyes, and the storm calmed just a bit.

"Do you want to do it all at once? Or send individual ones?" Harry asked.

"Individual, I want to make it as personal as I can." Draco sighed "I want them to see that I am speaking to them. And only them."

Harry grabed five rocks and turned them into frames. Explaining to Draco that when he was ready to point his want at the frame and say "Vigilate" ('watch' in Latin). Then start talking into the frame. When done say Finite and the recording will end.

Harry walked away after giving Draco a encouraging smile. He knew that Draco needed to do this alone.

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Always_Hufflepuff