Split Your Soul (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 47

Harry's POV:

Oh Merlin! Oh Merlin! What have I done? What have I done?

"D- Draco? I pulled myself from the ball and scrabbled across the floor through glass to get to my beloved. He was leaning against the wall, unconscious and surrounded by glass. A hand was on his side and I gently picked it up and moved it. I gasped when I saw the sight. There was blood all over his hand and soaking through his shirt. No no no! This is all my fault. That should've been me... Not him.

I scrambled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it hurriedly. Draco's torso was horrible. There was a wound that was a bit long and it was covered with blood and still flowing. Turning from the sight, I spotted a long piece of glass on the ground covered in blood. That's the piece that stabbed him. The piece that was meant for me.

The blood covered several centimeters of the glass. Which means it must have gone in pretty far. Oh gods. I turned back to Draco and took off my shirt to soak up the still flowing blood. He had paled a considerate amount and was now looking a ghostly white colour. Draco, my poor baby. What will become of you?

Hot tears leaked out of my eyes as I though of him jumping in the way to save me. He saved me. He willingly saved me. Why would he do such a thing? He's let himself be hurt to protect me. Oh... I heard a groan come from the other side of the kitchen and I looked through the carnage at Vernon. He caused this.

Kill him then. Kill him as you see fit.

I would. But I couldn't. I'd go to Azkaban. And I don't want to go there. Now now, not ever. Snarling, I turned on Vernon. "You stupid fat baboon. Look what you did to him." I stepped ever so dangerously closer to Vernon and growled, the hairs on my neck rising. "You could have killed him. And I would kill you. But you're a petty muggle, and not worth my time. But heed my warning, if you touch him again, or so much as come near him, I will end your miserable life without hesitation." And I meant every word. If he does anything to Draco ever again, I will kill him. Azkaban or not, I won't hesitate.

"Crucio!" I yelled at Vernon and took pleasure in watching him scream and squirm. With a satisfied sigh, I revelled in Draco's limp figure. I was careful not to tread on any glass as I glided towards him and knelt down. "Alright Dray, let's get you upstairs." I ever so gently picked him up. It felt like he didn't weigh anything.

I walked towards the stairs and only stopped when Vernon's screaming stopped. The curse must have worn off. Hm, one more time seems fit enough. I grabbed Draco's wand out of his pocket and pointed it over my shoulder as I whispered the curse. Screams filled the house once more and I headed upstairs.

~

I sat hunched over in the chair beside the bed. Draco was all bandaged up now and I healed him as best as I could, but he was still unconscious. And he might be for a while. He had two broken ribs and three cracked ones from being thrown against the wall from the force of my magic. And I won't know the amount of pain he will be in until he wakes up.

I clefted a hand on my knee, my chin leaning on it as my other hand traced over the stab wound which was now a puckered scar. This is all my fault. Oh Draco, why did you do that? Now you have another scar to add on your body. One that was out there in my faults. Merlin.

My fingers danced up Draco's torso and traced the marred flesh of his chest. The scars that slightly crisscrossed each other were out there by Ron. And this new one was put there by a relation of me.

Before Draco had come in, Vernon attacked me with a frying pan, getting me on the shoulder. That's when I screamed because I didn't have my wand. And then he attacked me again, this time getting my on the back of my head. It wasn't hard enough to make me unconscious, just it gave me a pounding headache.