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Shared Hearts

'Thump-thump' 'Thump-thump'

Harry was sure that he could hear two hearts beating. How he knew they were heartbeats he wasn't sure. That's just what they were. How he knew they were two different heartbeats, was because the first one always made him feel safe while the second made him feel protective.

'Thump-thump' 'Thump-thump'

He casually glanced around. No one else seemed to hear anything out of the ordinary.

'Thump-thump' 'Thump-thump'

It was like one was chasing the other, but both were calm and steady. He felt his own heartbeat chasing them quietly in his chest.

He looked to his right at Draco Malfoy who was cutting up a ginger root for their potion. Just this last summer the Malfoy's had joined the Order as spies during the summer. Harry wasn't sure what had made them switch sides, but he did believe them. They, like Snape, were still not Harry's friends. But also, like him and Snape, they had come to a truce of sorts. They didn't get into fights, didn't call each other names, actually they barely even talked to each other unless they had to. It was their last year and they were going to put aside their differences at least until they graduated and defeated the Evil Snake Bastard.

'Thump-thump' 'Thump-thump'

It was only there first day back at school, he looked up at Snape who was at his desk a couple of feet in front of their desk. He looked like he was getting very annoyed with something. Harry quickly looked back at the potion in front of him and continued to stir it. He didn't want to get in trouble on his first day back. Especially with Snape. He liked the quiet truce they had. It made him think better of the man. He looked at his book, time to add the ginger root. He looked back over at Draco who just picked up the root and added it to the potion while Harry stirred it in. Next they had to…

'Thump-thump' 'Thump-thump'

He continued to hear the beats throughout class and then the rest of the day. Strangely enough the noise didn't get on his nerves. It was actually comforting to him. At one point both heartbeats had started to beat frantically in his head. Harry instantly knew what to do. He thought calming thoughts to them to slow them down. He couldn't exactly remember what he thought at it but it had worked. The heartbeats went back to beating normally and Harry sighed in relief. He knew he must protect and take care of the hearts. They were his. He might not know who's chest they beat in but they were his.

He didn't tell Hermione or Ron about them. He knew they would probably think it had something to do with Voldemort and go running to Dumbledore. He was positive it wasn't Voldemort so he wasn't going to worry anyone with it.

After Transfiguration (his last class) he walked with Ron and Hermione into the Gryffindor common room. They had barely made it passed the portrait when Ginny came running up to them.

"Hey you guys! Did you hear what happened in Sixth year Potions this morning?" When they shook they're heads she continued as they sat on the couch near the fireplace. "Snape actually smiled." The three on the couch gave her a disbelieving look. "Yeah I know, we all couldn't believe it either. But really, he had been extra broody and kept clutching his left arm at random moments." She gave them a pointed stare. They all knew what that meant. "It looked like he was going to rip his own arm off when all the sudden he let his arm go and…smiled. It was crazy! Then he just sat at his desk and well did nothing for the rest of the period." She continued talking but Harry was no longer listening.

He was thinking about how he had calmed down one of the heart beats around the time the Sixth year Gryffindor's had potions. 'It couldn't be Snape's heartbeat I'm hearing, can it? And what about the other heartbeat? They had both went crazy at the same time…' he thought as he listened to the still beating hearts in his head. He shook his head. Hermione gave him a strange look. He just smiled at her and took out his books from his bag. 'Well I guess we'll have to test it out on wednesday during Potions.' Harry decided quietly and got to work on his homework. It was only the first day and already they had piled it on. How he was going to keep sane this year he had no idea.

Harry woke with a start. His scar was burning and it felt like he was having a heart attack. He listened for the heartbeats. Both of them were going crazy. He tried to calm down but his scar was starting to feel like it would rip open at any moment. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the vision hit him.

Voldemort was sitting on a throne in what looked like a very large sitting room. There were about 20 people standing around the room facing him and the three kneeling men before him.

He looked at those three men now. He must find out if they were in fact spies. They were some of his best men, he would not just kill them unless he had to. But his most reliable women had come forth and told him that these three had allied themselves to that old meddler Dumbledore.

He would have to believe both Narcissa and Bellatrix until he could torture the truth out of the men. He had already been wary of Severus for a while now but to lose him and both of the Malfoy men over a hunch would definitely put a halt to some of his plans. He must get the truth out of them.

"I want the truth now! Are you spies for that old bastard?!" He pointed his wand at the youngest and newest Death Eater of the men. Dracos face was suddenly ghostly pale. He cast a quick crucio at the boy to give him incentive to tell the truth. "Tell me now Draco! Are you?" The boy paused. "Well? Answer me!" He sent another quick crucio at the boy. 'He was new so he would be easiest to break. He will tell the truth to stop such pain,' Voldemort thought to himself.

Harry felt one of the already pounding hearts feel like it was going to burst. He knew at that moment that it was Draco's. He didn't think twice as he set all of his will towards slowing the heart. It slowed to a normal pace. He then threw calming thoughts towards him. He wasn't sure they would get through but he had to try. Harry knew just what would please and convince Voldemort of the men's loyalty. He guided Draco with his mind. He just hoped Draco would listen to the voice in his head.

Through Voldemort's eyes he saw Draco's eyes change from pained to determined.

With Harry's voice telling him what to do Draco crawled forward to take the hem of Voldemort's robes. Harry sighed in relief. It was working. Harry continued to guide him. Draco to leaned down and kissed the hem. Then looked up at Voldemort with absolute worship in his eyes. Harry felt Voldemort's feeling of pleasure at the look. Harry put the words to say in Draco's head. Draco didn't even hesitate.

"We would never leave your side for that old piece of shit. You are the one who will lead this world to absolute purity and we will do whatever you ask of us to make it happen." He made Draco look up with absolute sincerity in his eyes. "We would die before we would ever think to betray you." Draco finished with another kiss to Voldemort's hem. Then started to turn to go back to his original place between the two older men when Voldemort grabbed his face in his wandless hand.

Harry felt anger wash over him. He could feel the pleasure that Voldemort got at touching Draco. He tried to calm down, he didn't know if Draco would be able to feel his anger and he did not want to test it right now. He tried to focus on what Voldemort was saying rather than the hand that was now stroking Draco's cheek, but it was fading out.

"You have proved my sources quite wrong…"

Harry came back to himself in his bed in the dormitory. He was gasping for breath. He also felt as if he would pass out at any moment. But that was not an option. He removed the silencing charms from his bed with a wave of his hand and looked at his bedside clock. 1:00 in the morning. He listened for the heartbeats to make sure they were still there. He sighed in relief. The were both calm and steady. It wasn't enough. He had to go and see them. He knew who the heartbeats belonged to. Even knowing they belonged to people he knew did not like him, he had to see them with his own eyes. He had to make sure they were safe and whole.