For the two day duration of their stay at St. Mungo's, Draco mostly explored, and hid in Harry's room. When he was in the room he was judged by Ron. Every time he was exploring he got nasty looks from everyone, and occasionally an angered person thinking the court's verdict was too kind. Some would shout at Draco about him being a death eater, not deserving what he got, and some even got physically aggressive. So for the majority of the time, Draco sulked in a hospital room with his old enemies being insulted by a certain red head.

Harry awoke the exact time the healer had predicted. Then later that day, he was allowed to leave under the terms that he take it easy, and not work for three weeks. Unsurprisingly Harry fought both terms, but the healer's mind was set.

On grudging acceptance of the terms, Harry grumpily got his wand, told his friends he was leaving, and grabbed Draco's wrist before apparating.

Without saying another word, Harry headed to his room, leaving Draco to himself.

Was this how it usually was? By Ron and Hermione's reactions, it definitely seemed like it. Harry getting injured every week, Harry escaping St. Mungo's, and stressed Weasleys. At this point, Draco counted Hermione as part of the Weasleys. She's been dating the one for a while now, and in a pureblood's view, they should get married soon.

Draco knew the golden trio had very different views. Most of them, Draco didn't understand. He'd be living with Harry for a year so perhaps he'd understand them eventually.

.......

To relieve boredom, Draco had found the library and looked for a book to read. This place desperately needed refurbishing too, but until he found that chance it would remain how it was. Luckily those cheering charms extended throughout the majority of the house, or else this place would be incredibly gloomy.

Wandering through the isles, Draco found many books on dark magic. From the way the house was before, Draco could tell that this came from a bitter old pureblood family. The house elf heads showed that quite a bit. Those things weren't even stylish, they were only placed there out of anger. The whole house seemed to be made from disappointment and anger. Draco knew that they'd have more in the corners he hadn't reached yet.

The books, as he'd predicted, were all dark. He searched through for something of interest. Control over werewolves, was one, grim tales of the grisly, was another, and keeping an eye on relatives in magical places was the third one he saw. These were all books that were on the shelf, and Draco didn't really want to see what else there was. So he took the third option.

When opened, Draco got a strange feeling. As if the book were magic. Then flipping to the first page of the book, Draco found a valley of flowers decorated with a border of skulls. Each flower extremely colourful. Among them was a strange rock tower. Going to rub his finger over the page, he found it went straight through. On the other side, his finger became part of the image for a moment before he pulled back. He'd have to watch out for that.

Flipping through the pages, there were a lot of old graves, there was a skeleton in a cave, and some blank pages. Draco was tempted to stop, but seeing the last name Black on a tomb caused him to continue. His mother used to be a Black.

There were many pages of just graves or locations. Finally he flipped to something different. There seemed to be a vortex of colourful magic. In the center of it, there was a frozen man. The man had dark hair, and a messy look. Upon further inspection, Draco realized he knew the man.

It was Sirius Black.

Wanting to show someone, Draco decided he'd show Harry later. There was no one else he could show it to. For now, he flipped through looking for his mother.

......

Draco was simply intrigued. This book just simply pulled his attention. His mother was in it, as he'd hoped. So was he. Draco got to see himself looking at the book in the library.

Crack! The familiar sound of a house elf coming in startled Draco.

"Disgrace Potter says supper ready." That was Kreatcher. There was some grumbling after, but Draco decided not to listen.

Sometime later, Draco found his way to the dining room. Where a miserable looking Harry sat. Apparently not working was a big deal for Harry.

"Penne with Alfredo sauce tonight," Harry spoke without looking up. He was just filling up two plates, so he was almost done. Turning around, he handed Draco a plate.

"You don't have any allergies do you?"

Draco shook his head, then went to grab the plate Harry was passing him. For a moment Draco almost dropped it, as he wasn't prepared. Also holding the book didn't help.

Harry was already walking away, so he didn't notice.

They sat in the same spot as their breakfast together, except this time their surroundings were different. Instead of the gloomy grey and the terrible lighting, there was a stylish, almost elegant atmosphere.

Despite this, there was still tension, as Harry was obviously agitated. Luckily Draco had found a way to break the tension. He put the book he'd found on the table.

"Remember Sirius Black?" This simple statement caught Harry's attention immediately.

Harry nodded with a distrustful look before asking, "yes, what about him?"

"I found this book that can find the black family members. Apparently Sirius is frozen in some kind of magical vortex. Interesting isn't it?" Draco then showed the page.

Harry's eyes went wide. Grabbing for it, Harry acted like it was a life saver of some sort. Then Harry stared at it for a couple moments. Reaching out to touch it, Harry was shocked when his finger went through.

"I'm in it, and so is my mother," Draco stated leaning forward. "What should we do with it?"

Harry didn't react. In fact, he sat completely still transfixed on the photo of his godfather.

It had been two years. How was he still alive?

......

When Harry finally came to his senses, he reassured Draco that he was alright. Then he raced to call Hermione, who had taken the book to the ministry in hopes of somehow getting Sirius out.

It had been a few hours since then, and Harry was impatiently waiting in the refurbished living room.

Draco sat in a nearby chair attempting to read. Wondering what was going on was one of the two things keeping him from his reading. The other was Harry's constant foot tapping, occasional pacing, and many other movements.

Eventually Draco couldn't stand waiting for an explanation and asked, "will you explain what this is all about?"

Stopping his pacing, Harry turned to Draco. "And why should I tell you?"

"Well for one, I can't read my book with your constant disturbances, and I also happened to find that book which I could have kept to myself and used to checked on my mother every so often."

Harry sighed and sat back down. Then he turned to Draco. "Why did you show me the book?"

"I asked first Potter."

Swiftly deciding to share for once, Harry started,"so, um remember back in fifth year how Sirius Black was after me?" After a nod from Draco, Harry sighed. "Well in a quick summary, Sirius wasn't a mass murderer, Peter Pettigrew was the one who did the murdering, and Sirius wanted revenge on Pettigrew for betraying my parents."

"That's a mess. How did they not find out in Sirius' trial?" Draco questioned.

"He didn't have a trial. He's also kind of my godfather. So yeah."

"Your life's a mess Potter."

"I know."

......

The next day, Hermione ran in screaming excitedly. The screaming awoke Harry and Draco, who had fallen asleep on the couches while waiting.

"THEY FOUND A WAY!" Hermione shrieked.

Swiftly Harry grabbed onto Draco and Hermione. Once again Draco was dragged along.

"Is there ever a calm moment in your life Potter?"

"Nope. Welcome to my life."

Draco sighed before chasing after a jogging Harry and Hermione.

This would be one interesting year. That was a thought that he was sure, had crossed his own mind more than once.

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