1 Prologue

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World didn't know what to think. One minute he had suddenly been filled with foreign rage as he was chasing Draco down corridors after finding out Draco tried to poison Dumbledore. The next he was searching for him thinking about what he'd do when he found him and his anger told him to kill. Kill. It wasn't him. Something foreign was invading him trying to control him and it wasn't the horrcrux. That single thought, it was like the time he watched Sirius fall through the Veil and the laughing Bellatrix.

While Harry really did like the man, he never formed any attachment with him. It was hard to form attachment to a person when they looked at you like a ghost, saw someone else, someone dead, but never yourself. So if anything at all he felt bitter, pity, and a bit of sadness, but nothing near the rage he had felt. In fact he shouldn't have been able to feel that kind of anger or any amount of emotions like that after he was partially kissed by the dementors. What intrigued him more was the anger was equal to the hatred Voldemort felt for him, it was the same. And he knew that because he felt it every time he messed up Voldemort's plan.

He searched his mind, he remembered researching it after he returned to Hogwarts. It was something similar to the Imperious curse he remembered his disgust when he thought it was worse than that Forbidden Curse. Ah he remembered it was a Compulsion Web.

Hate swirled inside him when he remembered everything after it. He had gone to ask Dumbledore about compulsion webs fearing Voldemort may have placed one on him. But then before he could even get to the topic he felt the web start again filling him with immense guilt and thoughts about it being his fault as Dumbledore spoke to him about Sirius's death. And that's the moment he realized that Voldemort never did anything to his mind it was Dumbledore.

He had lost his temper something the web had significantly shortened and yelled at Dumbledore, confronting him on the matter. And in those moments his mind was shaken Dumbledore had cast the Imperious curse on him order him to seal the memories he had about compulsion webs and instead remember that his outburst had been about the Order never telling him anything. And before he even knew he had been under it he had been released and he sent a glare at Dumbledore before storming out.

He paused his thoughts as he heard the sound of sobbing coming from the abandoned girl's bathroom. Stepping in he was surprised to find Draco curled in a corner facing the wall crying. The foreign hatred swelled inside him again and with its reminder he followed it to its source and crushed it.

He stood frozen for a matter of seconds before a smile found its way to his face. A part of him was angry while another was shocked with the difference of his mind without the web he felt free.

He stalked as quietly as he could in the water of the puddled doorway. But Draco didn't notice. Without a thought as to why he dropped to his knees behind the boy and wrapped his arms around his neck, whispering in the boys ears calming reassurances.

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Draco sobbed. He was afraid. He was afraid of what he had almost done, what the Dark Lord would do when he learned of his failure. But most of all he was afraid of Potter. The look Harry had in his eye when he called his name was almost identical to the look in the Dark Lord's eyes as he talked about Harry . So he ran and he hid in the shower stall of the abandoned girl's bathroom. Praying silently that Potter didn't find him. His mind whirled with what ifs of all kinds to busy delving in his horrible end to ever take notice in the footsteps behind him or the splash of water against his back.

No he only returned when he felt warm arms snaking around his neck and a warm breath tickling his ear with an all to familiar voice as it whispered reassuring words to him.

"You did nothing wrong don't cry, Draco. It won't matter if you failed. The Dark Lord will be more than pleased if you bring him, me."

And as those few last words entered his mind, he finally realized who was hugging him as he drifted off to sleep.