Harry Potter came to in a room he didn't recognize - but of what he could see from the quick blink he took, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape were having a very emphatic argument. The odd thing was, it was entirely silent, except for the sound of skin on skin. They were talking with their hands, exclusively.

"Didn't mean to wake you, Potter," Malfoy drawled, spoiling any hopes that Harry might have had, that he could somehow escape, or at least pull a fast one by pretending to be asleep.

Snape cut in, his slender fingers flashing in the universal symbol for "cut" before he turned to Malfoy, seeming to continue their argument.

His ruse foiled, Harry sat up, looking around befuddled from the hit to his head. Moving his head hurt, stabs of pain flashing over his eyes. "Ow." He said profoundly, "Where am I?"

"Welcome to Sanctuary." Draco Malfoy said, self-importantly - though he wasn't leaning on the name, which Harry found odd. "Have a care what you say. You cannot lie here." All through this, he made repetitive gestures at Snape.

"What. Are. You. Saying." Harry Potter said, drawing himself up, though having the good sense to stay seated on the ground.

"Repeating things you already know. Things you've said." Malfoy said shortly, his focus purely on Severus Snape, whose looming presence showed that he was unwilling to cede ground in the argument.

Finally, Snape took a step back, saying shortly, "Fine. You were right. I was wrong. I should have listened." Snape stared at Malfoy for a long pause.

Unintimidated, Malfoy flourished a scroll at Snape, and said simply, "Read it."

"What is that?" Harry asked, curious almost despite himself. He had the feeling that he should feel like he was in deep trouble - being alone with these two Slytherins, particularly when no one knew that he was there... Or even where he was... But his confounded curiousity would not stay quiet. It never had, not even with the Dursleys.

"Medical Patient History for one Harry Potter. In full." Malfoy said, his sharp grey eyes looking down at Harry's green ones. He squatted down, suddenly, until he was only a head taller than Harry's seated form. "You do realize they're not supposed to be multiple feet long?"

Harry Potter gulped. This just got better and better.

[a/n: That was a cat rustling, last chapter. And yes, Draco Malfoy did very intentionally throw that at Harry's head.

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