Harry Potter shook where he was standing. Sweat dripped off his face and his heart pumped fiercely. Everything one's body does to fight sickness or disease, his was doing; though his was a fight for the soul. Every inch of his skin was prickling, like a cat's fur standing up, preparing for battle. The autumn sun shone down upon his face, though he felt no warmth. No thoughts went through his head. He treated this as if it was another battle with Voldemort or the Death Eaters, and tried to seem brave, but to be honest he would have preferred the Death Eaters at the moment. There was nothing he could do to fight whatever was attacking him, as it wasn't attacking any of his senses. It was destroying his soul, the very core of his being. One can't even begin to understand how this feels until they experience it for themselves. It was like a tugging at the center of his body, pulling harder and harder each time.

It had started in Charms earlier that day. Harry had been sitting in his seat, listening to Professor Flitwick's lecture about the proper wand movements when performing cooking charms when he felt it. At first it was almost unnoticeable; a little tugging near his abdomen. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and before he really had time to think about it, it was over. He dismissed it as hunger, and checked his watch to see how long until he could go to lunch. He had nearly forgotten about it when it happened again, stronger this time. His hand twitched, as though he wanted to itch something that he could not reach. Once again, he dismissed it as hunger and tried to focus on the lesson. Only a few moments later, it happened again; this time so strong that his eyes watered in pain. Luckily, the class ended as soon as that twinge of pain was over. Harry picked up his books and hurried out of the classroom, not waiting for his friends. He had began to go to lunch, when it happened again, this time so intense that he gasped in pain. He knew now that it wasn't hunger. He rushed out of the school and stood beneath the boulder by the lake. His body shook as each new wave of pain hit.

He slumped his back against the boulder. Tears rolled from his face to the ground. In the few seconds he now had between attacks, he felt completely violated, as though someone had reached inside of him and touched somewhere that should never be touched. A new tug pulled at him. He slid down to his hands and knees and tried to keep himself from vomiting. His attempts were in vain, he threw up all over the ground.

"STOP…PLEASE STOP…", he sobbed, not caring who could hear him. His fists pounded against the dirt, long to hit whatever it was that was assaulting him. Everything was blurring now, his soul was being cut away; soon all that would be left of the great Harry Potter would be a body, living but empty. His insides were burning up with rage and fear. Something so precious was being stolen from him that he could never retrieve. He didn't know who the thief was, or why he wanted Harry, but what he was after was now very clear to Harry. His soul was being kidnapped.

It was like he was being tortured. Harry had been tortured under the cruciatus cruse, that night in the graveyard in his 4th year, but this was the most painful experience he'd ever had. A scream erupted from his mouth as he felt his soul almost nearly ripped away from his body. He would give anything to make this pain stop. He screamed again, and again, each scream louder than before. "HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!", he shouted at the top of his lungs, wishing only that someone from the castle would hear him and come down to find him.

"Who's there?"

Harry didn't hear the voice at first, he was too deep inside himself, trying to fight away whatever it was that was threatening to tear apart his soul, his precious, darling soul. A figure appeared in Harry's view. Harry blinked back tears, desperately trying to ignore the pain to see his rescuer. His eyes cleared after a few seconds, but the tears returned again as soon as he saw who was standing in front of him.
Staring down at him in disgust was Draco Malfoy.

The looked at each other for a moment, until another dose of pain came up inside of Harry. He gasped in agony, and Malfoy was gone from his eyesight. He caught his stomach in his hands as he vomited once again, this time on Malfoy's shoes. Harry grabbed Malfoy's leg, not caring about his regurgitated breakfast that was on it. "Please." Whispered Harry hoarsely, "help me."

Malfoy kicked him off. "What are you doing Potter? Get off of me!" he snarled in disgust. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Practicing for an interview, I suppose. What, passing out wasn't working well enough for you anymore? I see you have to vomit now for attention." He smirked at his joke, sorry that it had to be wasted, as none of his Slytherin friends were there to appreciate it.
Harry was rocking back and forth now, scratching his arms with his fingernails. He looked at Malfoy, as if he was seeing him for the first time. Harry's eyes cleared for a moment. He stopped rocking and stretched his filthy arm out to touch Malfoy's robes. A single tear rolled from his eye, as he fell back and passed out.

"Potter? Are you dead?" Malfoy asked cautiously, feeling stupid. He kneeled over and prodded Harry's body with his wand. Harry groaned from deep in his throat. That was enough proof for Malfoy. He kicked him in the stomach. "Don't you ever dare vomit on a Malfoy again." He said coldly. He kicked Harry again, turned, and walked back to the school, revolted at the filth on his robes from Harry.

Harry awoke later that night in the hospital wing. Upon awaking, his first thought was that he was dead, but as he saw Madam Pomfrey bustling over to tend to him, he began to wish that he could have died.

"Potter! It's about time you awoke!" Clucked Madam Pomfrey. "I was beginning to think that I was about to have the first causality of my career." She smiled at her joke, though Harry didn't find it funny at all. She handed him a potion, which tasted like warm milk, and after he'd swallowed it in one gulp, she hurried into her office.

'What happened to me?' wondered Harry. He hardly remembered what had happened. He remembered being in the Charms classroom...and he had a stomachache…then he was down by the lake. 'But why was I at the lake!' He thought, frustration rising in his chest like someone blowing a balloon inside of him. Perhaps it really was a bubble, because no sooner had he felt the frustration, he felt something go 'pop' inside of him, and he felt a little tug in his gut. Fear flooded his body. Harry closed his eyes, wishing he could wake up, just wishing it could be a dream. 'No! I won't pass out again.' he thought fiercly. He took a deep breath and tried to dismiss it as a cramp.

Harry breathed in through his nose a few more times, as the pulling wasn't stopping. He tried desperately to get it off his mind, to think of something, anything, that would make the fear go away. 'I must have over reacted this afternoon, this isn't that bad.' He thought, not believing a word that was going through his mind. Breathing slowly, and trying to clear his mind, he rolled on to his side. How much time passed while he was laying there on his side, unmoving is unclear to him. He thought of nothing for several minutes, perhaps hours until he finally realized that the pain was gone.

He breathed out through his mouth and turned off the light beside his bed. He didn't think about anything until he fell asleep, merely a few minutes later.

A/N-Please R/R…yes, this will develop into a slash story later on but I don't want to hear anything about how wrong slash is, because I take that as homophobia, which will get me angry like nothing else does. If you liked it please review!