"Shit! I told you! Let him go, Harry!" Laura said, getting her wand out.
                              
Potter's enraged, bloodshot eyes stared into his eyes. "Malfoy," he hissed, as raw, undiluted strength pressed against him.
                              
"Easy, Potter," he whispered. "Calm down."
                              
"Harry... he's a healer... we're here to help you!" Laura pleaded.
                              
"Death Eater," he spat.
                              
Draco kept the raging panic under control. "I was, but I'm not anymore. I hated every second of it."
                              
Potter twisted whatever was pointed into his neck deeper, and Draco knew he was bleeding. He couldn't help but notice how much Potter's hands were shaking.
                              
"Harry! Don't!" Laura said, and as she raised her wand, she was suddenly knocked to the floor. Laura was right, Potter had skill at wandless magic, but they weren't going to get anywhere.
                              
"Laura... just leave us. Go out into the hall."
                              
"I'll let security know," she said and slowly getting up and exiting the room.
                              
Draco stared back at the tripped-out Gryffindor. "It's just us Potter. You going to kill me?"
                              
"I should, Malfoy."
                              
"You saved my life once. I suppose you're owed."
                              
Potter looked at him, confused. "The fire?"
                              
"Yep. So, if you really want to kill me now, do it," Draco said, casually. He almost forgot what it was like to be threatened to be killed. He didn't miss the war days where Voldemort and his father enjoyed tormenting and torturing me. The fear of death had long abandoned him.
                              
Potter pressed the knife in further, and Draco leaned his head back into the wall more. "You were there... not the fire... the other place...."
                              
"I was," Draco breathed, now only to look at Potter's crazed eyes with one eye as he turned to find relief from the pain.
                              
He wouldn't forget that day either. No one needed to tell him how Harry Potter became a crazed, violent, potion addict. He saw why. Potter had gone missing not too long after his parents divorced. No one knew where the Savior had disappeared to. He hadn't been seen in over a month when Draco went to his ancestral home to deliver the alimony decree to his former father. He wanted to make sure that his mother was kept in good comfort after dealing with his abuse for the last twenty-five years.
                              
However, he was shocked to find a Death Eater reunion party at his father's house with Potter chained and spread for anyone to enjoy. Shocked was an understatement. Sick, revolted and horrified were other words for it. His father, who apparently had gone completely insane, actually invited him to have a go. He told Lucius to f off and left. He sure as fuck didn't regret immediately finding Weasley and Granger and dragging them to his home to save Harry, either. Potter wasn't in any state to know that, though. Being tortured, starved and raped for a month had destroyed him. He remembered how much Harry was shaking when Draco cradled him into his arms.
                              
"I brought Gr-Hermione and Weasley there. Do you remember that?" Draco said, quietly.
                              
Potter twitched and said, "You called your dad a sick fuck."
                              
"Sounds like something I would say."
                              
Potter glared at him. "And said you were going back to your flat."
                              
"A ruse. I stopped by the house and found out what he was doing. I didn't know, I swear. When I left, I brought your friends back with me. Do you remember it ended a little while later?" Draco said. He had no idea if logic would work on Potter or not.