He was growing impatient at how he was needing help. His body was just not going to get any better and this was why he ended up with a mediwitch. What was found out was something that he was not liking one bit, but it was not his fault that his body just was that effed because of the abuse.

Not even magic could heal the damage that the muggles had done. Now he had one more reminder that muggles can't be trusted with the knowledge of magic. Dursleys were the best example. The same example is said with the orphanage. It was time that others realized that there was a change.

His thoughts trailed back to what was explained. And it sucked that he had to suffer for others who had done the damage to his body. It had something to do with his body not managing to regulate his inner balance that was in his ear or something. It was annoying to him, yet the good thing was that he now had good eyesight.

But still, it annoyed him that he wouldn't be able to play or fly on his broom. At least he wasn't going to worry about his so-called family. His gaze was going back to Marvolo who was right now trying to make him listen to something. Yet he had no idea what he was trying to talk to and he wasn't really caring right now.

He was way too distracted with the git. His perfect dumb blond hair. His grey eyes reminded him of some kind of precious silver. It was the kind of silver color that made Draco unique. And now he couldn't stop thinking about how good-looking Draco was. He wasn't even sure where that thought came from.

"Harry?"

Hearing his name made him look in the direction and feeling his heart flutter as seeing Draco concerned for someone like him. Not just concern but so much adoration that his heart ached. It was something that he never thought that he deserved. This kind of look was not for a freak like him.

"Yes?"

It was even a surprise that he managed to get something out without stuttering. God, he sounded like a depressed emo.

"You seem to be out of it. Everything okay?"

It was still strange that Marvolo asked him this. The older male had been nothing but kind to him and it was something that still felt odd and strange. It felt more like a dream than reality.

"Yeah, just tired." He mumbled softly and wondered why he even was trying to stay alive. His eyes couldn't even look at the two in pure shame. Harry felt like he was not worth the two's concern. That the two were trying to be just kind to him to use him. Not that it was the truth as he knew they cared for him. Yet he felt this way and he knew that it had something to do with the Dursley's treatment.

"Alright, how about you go and rest then?"

Draco was sounding soft yet there was this knowing look that he felt. The same was felt coming from Marvolo. It was making him know that the two knew about this and it was not helping his insecurities that he felt right now. So, he nodded and walked to his room.

Even now it felt strange and he heard the footsteps following him. The magic he felt made him know that it was Draco. It was something that was not unusual. Not with him feeling weak and dizzy, that came from time to time. The weakness won't go away any time soon and Draco promised to find a way to get him better.

The male was astonishingly good at potion even more than Snape. But he was sure that Marvolo was even better. Not unsurprisingly to him. When he slipped under the cover he felt his eyes drop and the last thing that he felt was someone going soothingly through his hair. It was helping him to relax even more. Knowing that Draco would be there to protect him.

Voldy Moldy's Pov

Marvolo had not expected for these past 6 weeks that Harry adjusted and accepted to stay here that soon. He thought that the teen would fight him, yet he hadn't, and this was surprising to him. It was also surprising how well he managed to get him to his side. But he had now the concern that Harry was too quiet and too absent-minded.

The thoughts that he found out with the connection they had. Not that Harry possibly knew that he could do this. Hell, he even saw the memories and he was angered that Dumbledore was doing nothing to help their so-called savior. Now Harry would possibly never be strong enough to fly a broom.

Something that the teen loved to do. It wasn't that he couldn't feel emotions and he couldn't help but know how the teen felt. Harry's childhood was so close to his that he wished to see him happy. This was one of the reasons he would continue administering the house-elves with the potion.

Draco also helped a lot with the mood of Harry, and he was sure that soon he could go up with regulations of the Amortentia. Not even the spoiled brat would ever find out about this. It was better or god knows what the teen would do.

For now, he would wait before testing the theory about Harry managing to break free of the imperio spell. He might also try to make a new one that would be stronger, and it could work out. It would make Harry even more compliant but for now, he would wait until he would see the effects the potion has on the teen.