Harry's POV

it was lunch time, and i was the first of my little friend group to get to the dinning hall. suddenly, and out of the blue, Draco approached, odd.

"we need to talk." he told me, not looking at me, his voice rough and scratchy.

"why, you want to have a insult war?" i joke.

"shut up, this is serious... before i lose it, before it takes over again!" he begged, worry laced in his voice.

"okay, common," i tell him before we stand up, and walk a fair distance away from each other so as not to draw suspicion.

we make it into an empty hallway and i see him fidgeting with his arms, rubbing at them furiously, as if trying to push something off.

"what is it Malfoy?" i ask.

he looks at me through his hair and i get a glimpse of his eyes. those icy blue eyes were laced with fear, bags under them, stress lines. he didn't look well.

"Draco, tell me." i say. his mouth quivered for a moment almost afraid to tell me.

"i-i hear him..." he whispered almost inaudibly.

"who, you hear who?" i asked, afraid of the answer.

"you, KNOW, who." he told me. i froze, he's gone though, dead, forever.

"what is he telling you to do?" i ask.

"a book, in the library. the discovery of man or something like that. i-i don't trust it, but whenever i say no, i-" he stops as tears start to leave his eyes and run down his face.

"you what?" i ask.

slowly he rolls up his sleeves to reveal, wounds, tones of wounds, and more appearing by the second.

"i don't know what he does ,but it's how he punishes me, for disobeying. it's how he gets me to do things, and i can feel him getting more and more control. he's telling me to kill you right now, so i didn't bring my wand. i- just- make it stop!" he screamed finally hitting the sides of his head before falling to the ground in tears.

i crouch down and try to comfort him.

"three months! three god awful months of how i used to be! no thoughts, no feelings, no word! my brain shuts down, and i can't get it back on for what feels like years! just waiting for someone, anyone to help!" he cries

"Draco, what else has he made you do? what has he told you?" i asked

"i can't eat, i put it in but it tastes awful, i try to swallow but my throat closes up, he lets me eat enough to stay alive, and that's it. he tells me, weird riddles, speaking in tongues i don't know, telling me, telling me how he's going to enjoy picking me apart till i break... i'm scared..." he admits.

"Draco, common, we gotta get you to McGonagall, she'll know what to do." i told him, before taking him by the arm and began walking as fast as i could. it felt like i was dragging dead weight, looking back he had a blank stare, i did't like it. it just wasn't right.

"Professor McGonagall?" i ask, going up to her, she was talking to another teacher before turning.

"yes, Mr. Potter? Mr. Malfoy?" she says, calmly but confused.

"it's Malfoy, he's- well... i don't know how to describe it exactly..."

"what is it, Mr. Malfoy?" she asks, Draco stares at the floor, not saying anything.

"Draco! tell her what you told me!" i demand, he starts fidgeting with his arms again and shifting his legs uncomfortable.

"i gotta get to class-" he states quickly before leaving as fast as possible before i can stop him.

"would you care explaining this Mr. Potter?" she asks, curiosity with a touch of worry in her voice.

"he, he say's he's hearing him, Voldemort. telling him to do things, and to hurt people, he's took me aside and told me that he's scared..." i say, worriedly.

her face was unreadable for a moment before she sighed.

"please keep an eye on him Mr. Potter, this could be many things, none of them good." she says.

"do you think what he's hearing is... real, Professor. don't you?" i ask, worried she didn't.

"Draco and i have talked about his time as a Death Eater, it very well could be wizards Madness, from some things he has seen. it also could be the latter." she said calmly.

i saw those scratches clawing at his arms, was he making them appear though? could one do it without knowing? i'm confused, i think i just need to find Draco, and talk to him... alone.