A gasp of life. Green eyes had opened, and they were looking up at the ceiling of the hospital that he was put into for the night. The dark haired male, had felt weak for a moment, as if he could hardly breathe. Slowly, the feeling had started to disappear and he sat up. Looking around, his brain felt like he was in a haze. Slowly, the male started to get up, placing his feet on the floor. He started to walk towards the door. His feet feeling a small tingle, but it was slowly settling. Soon, he felt normal as if nothing had happened to him. The dark haired male, opened the door of his room and peered out to see a couple medi-wizards walking around. Although, when Harry had opened the door they stopped and looked at him.
One of the Wizards had walked up to Harry, and pushed him back into the room.
"Potter, you have to stay in you're room and collect your rest." The witch said as she forced Harry back to sit on the bed. Then she raised her wand and scanned Harry's body. The dark haired male blinked, and looked at the Witch. Wondering what she was doing. After a few moments, the witch stopped and she looked at the green eyed boy.
"It seems that you can go to school. That's good, wouldn't want you to miss more days then what you had." The witch said with a smile then walked over to the window. Opening it, she rose her hand for a moment. Awaiting for an owl, Harry thought since it was a bit unusual for someone to do that. In mere moments, an owl landed on her arm and she took the owl.
Harry blinked, and he realized what the Witch had said and stood up.
"Wait...school has started already?" Harry asked and the Witch nodded.
"You were out for almost two weeks..." She said as she started to write on a piece of paper. Harry laughed softly, and grinned sheepishly when the woman had told him that.
"You're joking, right?" Harry asked for reinsurance and the woman shook her head.
"No..I'm not." The Medi-Witch then put the letter on the owl's leg and sent it off. She then walked over to the door, the woman was obviously busy and was going to go check on some other patients that were in the hospital.
"But, that's impossible. I was only suppose to be in here for a day." Harry called back, and the Witch sighed. Lifting her hand up, she rubbed her temples.
"I know..but something happened that night. It was you're birthday, correct?" The Witch said, and Harry nodded, listening intently to the woman. Wondering what his birthday had anything to do with his sickness.
"We believe that something happened, like...you're not really a wizard. Which is hard to believe because both of your parents are claimed to be Wizards...I really don't know, Potter. All that we can do now is just do research into this. But I've contacted Mr. Weasley and he'll be here to pick you up soon." That was the last of the Witch, and she exited the room. Leaving Harry stunned. He sat back down on his bed, and stared at the floor. His hair falling over his forehead, as he stared down at the pure, white floor. He wasn't as upset about this as most people were, in matter-of-fact...Harry was just tired. When would he ever be just normal Harry? Not Harry that his family hated, not the Harry that was the boy-who-lived...not the Harry that wasn't a wizard all along. Harry let out a deep sigh, and reached up to rub the back of his neck.
Around an hour later, Mr. Weasley had appeared in Harry's room. Smiling and tried to pretend that everything was alright. He walked over and hugged Harry tightly.
"About time you woke up, my boy. Now, they told me that you can go back to school. So let's get a movin' to you're last year of Hogwarts!" Mr. Weasley said, trying to sound happier to help cheer Harry up. The dark haired male smiled at the other, and nodded. The smile was forced, but he knew that it was better then nothing. He was happy that Mr. Weasley was there, and he was excited to go back to Hogwarts...but the thought of him not being a full wizard was still there. It was stuck in his mind, and he just wanted to figure out what he was and just get it over with. Maybe after this, he could become normal Harry. The Harry he wanted to be. Harry mentally sighed at the thought, and started to walk out of the room. Walking with Mr. Weasley towards the fireplace in the hospital. They both grabbed some floo power and Mr. Weasley went first.
"Hogwarts, McGonagall's study!" He shouted and threw the floo powder down. Harry soon followed.
Once Harry and Mr. Weasley had arrived at McGonagall's office they automatically smelled McGonagall's perfume lingering around. Then, when the woman herself appeared, she smiled at both of first thing that McGonagoll did was allow Harry to go down to the Great Hall to see his friends. While, she and talked about what had happened to him. The dark haired male smiled, as he turned to walk away. He stepped threw the portrait. Harry was smiling as he was practically running down the hallway, heading towards the Hall. That was, until he flew past someone else. Harry had passed a dark figure, and he turned his head slightly to look at who it was. His heart stopped, and he felt his heart beat in his ears. The male was looking over at the figure that was walking away. Blond hair...dark clothes with a tinge of green.
"Malfoy." Harry stated as he stopped to look at the other. His stomach growled, and he had the urge to eat. He was suddenly ravenous. Was it because he didn't eat for a week and it just happened? Harry asked himself, just as Draco Malfoy turned to look at him. The look on Malfoy's face made his scowl go into a shock. There was Draco Malfoy, his eyes a haze, his skin..pale as snow, and...he looked like a ghost. The only reason what Harry decided against the fact that Draco was ghost was because he wasn't transparent.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco said, his voice emotionless...a monotone. The way Malfoy looked like he was broken, beaten, worn out. Dead. Harry stood there, examining in all of Draco's new features. Fragile, Broken...Perfect. Were the words that Harry could think of, he quickly growled at the thought of Draco being perfect. His mind quickly went to anger, and he glared at Malfoy. Remembering everything that had happened to them. The fights, the words, the hatred. All came flooding back to his mind, knocking out any type of sympathy he had for the boy. Any type of 'good' feelings for the other. Nothing but hatred.
"I thought you would be locked away, like your father." He words had hurt Draco, but it was nothing that would actually make him feel. He was dead...he acted dead, he was dead. Nothing but dead. No feelings, no warmth, nothing. Draco turned away from Harry. Not looking at him boy started to walk away from Harry, when he slowly started to stop. Turning his head, he looked over at Harry who was still glaring at him. In the bottom of Draco's stomach he felt scared. Terrified actually which was new to was he scared of Potter? Why would he be scared of Potter? Why now would he start to feel? Why was he feeling? He was terrified but the terrified feeling brought small hope to him. While...his chest started to feel warm. A new sensation that he had not felt in months. Lifting his hand up, he put it on his chest, and felt the warmth spread into his hand. He turned back around. Closing his eyes, he soaked in the feeling of warmth.
Harry watched Malfoy for a moment, then realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with Malfoy. He wasn't going to talk Draco out of leaving Hogwarts, or Malfoy suddenly become a good guy. Although...Harry wanted to know why he thought that Draco was perfect. He cringed at the thought, and started to walk away from Draco. His hunger increasing as he did so, and his heart was returning to normal. While on Malfoy's side he was starting to feel cold again. The blond haired male leaned against the wall. Touching his chest over and over again...wanting to feel the warmth again. Please...He begged. Let me feel the warmth again...Don't let me feel this...Draco pleaded to himself.
When Harry burst threw the Hall's doors, which made everyone look at him. Although, when everyone did, Hugglepuff, Ravenclaw and the Grffindors grinned and clapped loudly. Harry ignored them, and rushed to the Grffindor's table. The Syltherins were glaring at Harry as he walked over to his table. Although, Harry didn't really care, he was used to the stares, glares, looks that everyone gave him. The dark haired male found Hermione and Ron sitting together. They were grinning, and Harry ran towards them. Running up to them, he then sat down to the left of Hermione.
"Hey! You're better! I'm so glad!" Hermione yelled, and hugged Harry tightly. Then she sat back.
"Yeah, how are you doing, mate?" Ron asked and Harry just kept on smiling.
"Fine, but I'm probably going to go to the library in a few minutes." Ron and Hermione nodded. From their reaction, Harry had guessed that they had already been told about what they think was wrong with him. Hermione looked over at her food, then at Harry.
"Um..I don't think you should eat Harry. I mean...it seems like it would be pointless since last time you ate, you just continued to eat." Hermione said, and Harry looked down at his food. None of it looked tasty...actually it all looked pretty disgusting to him. The dark haired male sighed, and put his leg out. Then he remembered, when he had started to feel hungry when he met Draco. Then he thought about bringing it up.
"Hey, do you guys know what happened to Malfoy?" Harry asked and both of his friends looked over at him. Ron rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"I don't know, bloke won't eat in the, Hall and his bloody posse' isn't around anymore. I don't know what happened but it seemed to be for the better." Harry looked at Ron then at Hermione who might of had a more logical approach to what had happened. Hermione though, just looked down at her food. Was it from the fact that Draco had tortured her? Was that what she was thinking about? Harry thought, then Hermione looked back up at Harry.
"I honestly don't know Harry. He seems to be really pale, but I don't know why. But the weird thing is...like what Ron said he doesn't have his friends anymore. Malfoy doesn't talk to anyone anymore."
"Probably from the war." Ron commented. "He lost, and this is how he is taking it. No big deal. Besides it's not our problem." With that, Ron started to eat. Hermione looked at her drink, took a sip, then at it back down. Feeling uncomfortable about the subject.
"I just saw him, and it was just weird that he didn't insult me. That was it."Harry said with a shrug, then stood up. Walking out of the Hall, he headed towards the needed to go find out about what he was, and the Library would sure have something about his symptoms. Or even if he looked in a book about magical creatures he could find out something about what he was. Anything, even a clue, had to of been in the Library. Harry thought as he pushed open the doors to the library.
