It was nearly an entire day before Severus allowed Draco to regain consciousness. The Malfoy family healer pronounced him well and only then was Draco allowed to wake, which was an excellent precaution in that Draco stumbled out of bed calling for Harry almost immediately upon waking.
"Where is he? Where are those bastards? How the bloody hell did I get here?"
"Draco, calm down," Lucius answered soothingly. "They are looking for him now. As for the ones responsible, I assure you they were handled."
"How? Did you find Harry? Was he hurt?" Draco stalked around his childhood bedroom towards his wardrobe. He would make some sort of clothing out of something. Then he needed to find Harry.
"The entire facility was burned down. It's unfortunate since some of the occupants may have still been technically alive," Lucius informed him without any hint of remorse or regret. "We believe the ring leader, that Muroch savage, was dead long before we got there."
"You believe?" Draco hissed.
"Yes, well, we accounted for all the werewolves. The only thing left was a quite unrecognisable heap of skinned flesh. Not all of it was in one piece." Lucius raised an eyebrow at Draco's expression. "Guessing from your surprise, I assume that it was not you responsible for his evisceration?"
"No." Draco paused as he stared at an old Quidditch poster. "Gods, Harry..."
"I underestimated him," Lucius murmured. His voice seemed to shake Draco out of his thoughts and the younger Malfoy quickly threw on one of his old robes. A quick spell and it fit fine, if no longer in fashion.
"You don't understand, Father. Harry was not himself. He had taken a potion and must have still been under its influence while exacting his revenge. If Harry has come down off of it, I can't imagine what he is feeling right now."
"Certainly not the need to come home." Lucius moved to his son in an effort to show that he had not meant the words to be nasty. "Draco, we are looking for him. No stone is being left unturned. He was injured. We will find him quickly." Draco nodded and both men went downstairs to meet with Snape who was organizing the new search parties.
But by morning Harry was still not found.
"He swallowed an entire bottle?" Snape asked again. Draco nodded but continued pacing. "And the submission pheromone was being filtered into the air at all times?" Again, Draco nodded. Snape frowned. "Draco, I don't think Harry is merely hurt. That amount of interference... I fear for his mental state. On top of all that, he is dealing with what was done to him and his injuries."
"Gods, Severus! Must you remind me?!" Draco snapped, but then he stopped his pacing. "What do you mean his mental state?"
"His mind was constantly being pulled back and forth for weeks. It could not have been healthy. You say he battled the constant influence of the Supero power to get to that bottle. He then downed it, ingesting probably six times as much as he had ever been given by the elf. It could have caused significant damage to his mental stability."
"You're saying he has gone mad?" Lucius asked from his corner by the bookshelf, the owl he had just tied a response for a search party to flying out of the room.
"No, I am guessing he has reverted to a state of basic self, of pure animal, losing all his human veneer. It would be easier for his injured mind to operate with." Snape looked at both men. "If that is the case, judging by normal animal behaviour when injured, Harry would go home."
"He's not there," Lucius pointed out in a voice that clearly showed how stupid he thought the suggestion.
"Harry never saw that place as his home," Draco countered, his brow creased in concentration. "It wouldn't be home as in a 'safe place', as I am assuming you mean, Sev."
