Chapter Two
Harry pulled the gray blanket tighter around him, but it did nothing to warm him. Neither did the mug of hot water the officer had handed him along with a cheap teabag. He hadn't even added the bag to the water yet. He just stared straight ahead.
Dead.
Draco was dead.
Dead.
His mind was blank. How could Draco be
dead?
"Mr. Potter?" Harry didn't move.
"and he seems to have suffered from a brain aneurysm, which-"
Dead.
"caused his sudden-"
"I'm sorry to say that it was virtually undetectable-"
Dead.
Dead.
"your loss."
Harry blinked.
There was a doctor standing in front of him, a clipboard held to his chest. He had large grey eyebrows.
Dead.
"in shock."
Dead.
Dead.