Harry liked Dumbledore's office. It was filled with frames containing official looking degrees and shiny objects that seemed to have no real purpose but to puzzle whomever chose to look upon it. As he sat in a rather comfortable old leather chair next to Draco, his eyes wandered around the room at the surplus of objects and papers.

Draco sat still and with perfect posture, his eyes down cast to stare at the edge of the desk he sat across from. He was holding a covered ice pack to his stricken cheek, trying to bring down the swelling.

A mantle clock somewhere in the office ticked loudly through the silence as Dr. Dumbledore looked at both young men. He was seriously getting too old for things like this, being in his mid-eighties, but he was patiently. Five minutes ticked passed without a word, only the sounds of restless shifting from either lad. Finally, Albus spoke.

"Harry." The brunette looked up, his attention immediately focused on the elder. "Would you care to tell me why you hit Draco Malfoy?"

The shifting of feet and glancing of eyes began. Despite his age, Harry was still akin to a five-year old in many of his mannerisms.

"Harry."

"We were fighting, sir."

"About what?"

"He was saying the Hermione and Ron weren't coming back for me… And he called my mum a, you-know-what."

Albus was jotting all of this down, along with a few notes about Harry's behavior, on a small notepad while Draco watched the other lad. He seemed transfixed, horrified to hear what his other personality had said.

"No, Harry, I don't know. Tell me, what did he say."

Harry glanced at Draco, finding his wide-eyed stare disturbing before looking away again.

"A mudblood…"

"He didn't." The sentence more of a skeptical statement before Draco's hand touched Harry's. "Harry, I'm so sorry, I-"

The brunette jerked his hand away, staring at Draco. Albus looked up, watching the exchange, his hand hovering over the nurse call button all the while. Green eyes inched up and down and the blonde, trying to understand the sudden change of heart. Had he really hit him that hard?

"Harry…" Albus tried to determine where the lad's mind was going, but his eyes would not remove themselves from Draco's face. He gripped the armrests of his chair, licking his bottom lip and swallowing. His eyes began to blink fast.

Albus pushed the call button, standing from his seat and warning Draco to move.

"What's going on?" The blonde asked frantically, dropping his ice pack as he was pushed aside by nurses and a stretcher. Voices and organized chaos filled the office as medical professionals leaned over Harry, administering injections and tranquilizers and struggling to get him onto the stretcher.

Draco leaned against a wall, watching in all in slow motion. Harry's head lolled to the side, open eyes blankly staring at him as saliva began to trickle out the side of his mouth. The blonde's chest felt like it was caving in as he watched the helpless young man be wheeled away. His breathing was beginning to become sporadic, the familiar sensations of a panic attack setting in until a hand came down on his shoulder.

Albus smiled gently at Draco, holding out a glass of cool water for him. The younger man nodded his thanks, accepting it as he was guided back to his seat by the desk.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"What…what happened? To Harry, I mean?" Albus let out a heavy sigh, seating himself in his high-backed chair. He considered Draco over his glasses before removing the spectacles and rubbing his face.

"Harry suffers from a grandeous delusion that has taken up the better part of his life. Your alternate personality plays a rather key role in that delusion and I'm afraid our Harry's delusion has suffered a blow, having seen this side of you rather then merely Malfoy."

Upon Draco blank stare, the old man smiled half-heartedly. "His world is beginning to crumble, Draco, my lad. And I'm afraid you are the only link he has between his delusion and real life."