Harry's pov

Harry grunted and slowly peeled his eyes opened. The world was blurry, but he could tell he was outside. In the snow- in a storm. He closed his eyes once more, trying to focus on how he got there. His mind was fuzzy, and he had an awful migraine.
But he focused.

His eyes snapped opened as memories from earlier flooded his mind; he jolted up in panic.

After Lucius Obliviated Draco, Draco passed out. No one was expecting that, obviously, due to their panicked expressions. Nonetheless, Lucius turned to me, shouted a spell, and I was out.

I guess they dragged us here.
Us.
Panic arose from the pit of his stomach- eventually taking over his body once he realized Draco was missing.

He stood up, "Draco?!" He yelled out, his voice echoing.

He swallowed thickly.

He scanned the area quickly, ignoring his migraine and the numbness in his feet. He ignored the wind biting at his stinging cheeks and the fact he could no longer feel his fingers.

Finally ge spotted him. Draco was covered in snow, the only thing Harry noticed was his hair; which was blowing in the snow like white grass.

Harry ran towards the body-shaped pile of snow and began to digg him free.
Luckily there wasn't as much snow on top of him as he originally presumed.

Harry gently brushed his hand over Draco's cheek; he was cold. So, so cold. Colder than Harry was.

Harry shivered as he took his coat off, placing it on top of Draco as he lifted him up bridal-style.

He could see Hogwarts from the field they were in, luckily. It was about half an hour walk... and looking at his condition, he was unlikely to make it.
Harry's wand (and Draco's) was no where to be found, meaning Lucius still had it.  Also meaning he couldn't warm them up with a spell.

He could barely see through the snow as it got thicker and thicker. Hogwarts slowly leaving his range of view.

But he continued walking, determined to get there. He had to get Draco there. He was barely breathing- and they probably both had severe cases of frost bite and hypothermia.

All he could do was pray to Merlin they got there before they died, and that madame Pomfrey can help them once they get there.

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Harry jolted up in a cold sweat, instantly regretting it as a migraine took place.
He winced, before scanning his surroundings.
He was in the hospital wing, thankfully.
He felt a wave of pride and relief flood through him once he realized where he was.

Immediately his mind went to Draco.

Questions instantly took over his mind.
Is he okay? Did you get him here safely? Is he alive?

He quickly slid out of the hospital bed, immediately regretting it as pain shot through his ribs and stomach.
He looked down, noticing he had bandages wrapped around his body. Over his right shoulder, around his chest and all the way down to his hips.

He winced, remembering what happened.

---

Harry was almost at Hogwarts. He was so close. Draco's breathing was becoming more ragged, and he could tell he was struggling with staying alive.

He was beginning to become drowsy, the cold was making his tired. And it was hard to stay awake. The only thing that was keeping him from falling asleep then and there was the adrenaline, and he was running low.
That's when he heard a snarl, followed by a vicious growl.

Harry swallowed and slowly turned around, facing a small pack of... wolves?
They seemed too big to be regular wolves. They were black... and there was only three of them. But he knew he was screwed. Totally, utterly fucked.

He knew running would do him no good. But he had to do something. He was so close to hogwarts... he couldn't just give up now.

He backed away slowly, the middle(and biggest) wolf snapping and growling as drool dripped from its mouth. They slowly inched towards them, as if they were prey- and they were.

Praying for a miracle, Harry patted around Draco's body, hoping that maybe they put his wand somewhere. His heart skipped a beat when he felt a long lump in Draco's back pocket.

He pulled whatever it was out, relief taking over him when he realized what it was; Draco's wand.

He carefully put Draco down and stepped over him, facing the wolves. Harry walked farther away from him; making sure Draco wouldn't get hurt in the fight. The wolves  were now on either side of him; one on his left, one on his right, and one in front of him.

He knew he couldn't fight all of them without getting a few scratches- but he had to try.

He had to get Draco to safety.

And so he fought, throwing any hex or spell that came to the top of his head. Sputtering random spells, almost like word vomit.

But the wolves were quicker then his hexes- and there was too many. His adrenaline was barely keeping him awake. He could barely feel the skin on his body. He couldn't face three alone, especially in the state he was in. So they did tackle him. They did get bites out of him multiple times. Luckily, though, his patronus scared them off.

Of course, the last spell he decide to use.
But it worked, and that's all that mattered. And luckily he thought of it when he did, because if they got one more bit out of him, he probably would've been dead.

Slowly he got up and limped his way towards Draco. He barely had enough energy to lift him up- let alone use a warmth charm for him... the only thing he could really focus on was getting to hogwarts before he passed out.
And he did just that.

He got to the bridge, which was being guarded by someone- he was too tired to identify them.
But as soon as he knew he was safe, he sunk to his knees, instantly blacking out.

----

Harry blinked at the memory.
It didn't take long to process it though, his mind was too occupied with Draco and his well being.

Harry quickly yanked his curtain opened and scanned the hospital wing.

He limped his way to the only other bed where it's curtains were shut.
Slowly, he pulled the curtain opened, relief flooding him when he saw Draco, breathing normally.
No more ragged breaths.

His cheeks were a rosy colour, and he was extremely pale- even for him- but other then that, he was healthy. Alive.

Harry was standing there for not even five minutes, when he heard madame Pomfrey's rushed steps.

"Mister Potter!" She gasped; "what are you doing out of bed?!"

"I--"

"Off to bed this instant!" She ordered, grabbing his arm and rushing him towards his bed.

Harry winced at the pressure on his arm, but ignored it.

"Madame Pomfrey- what's wrong with him? Is he going to be okay?"

She ignored the question.

As soon as they got to Harry's bed she sat him down on it.
Only then did he realize all the flowers and junk stored at the end of his bed.
He blinked, but smiled lightly and his friends affection.

He switched his attention back on pomfrey as she began waving her wand over him, checking to see if he was healing properly.

After she finished, she moved over to the other side of Harry's bed- towards his night stand- and began brewing a type of potion.

"Is he going to be okay?" Harry repeated.

"Mr. Malfoy is in coma, Harry. I don't know when he'll be awake. Someone attempted to Obliviate him- but it didn't seem to work properly, and it put him in a coma. I have no idea if his memory is alright. I won't be able to tell until he wakes up, dear." She explained.

Harry swallowed thickly.
He could still have his memory- he could still remember me.
But...
He could also never wake up.

And that thought nagged him. It was in the back of his mind all day. While his friends visited him. While Dumbledore and the staff interviewed him and asked where Lucius was hiding. While he was laying down at 3am. And when he fell asleep, it was in my dreams. Haunting him.