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"Harry," Goyle said walking back in the room, "Can I talk to you first?"

"Sure," I said standing up.

A door appeared in the corner of the room and Goyle motioned for me to come with him. We walked into the room and Goyle locked the door. Once he was sure that it was locked and no one could hear us he started to talk.

"What's up?" I asked crossing my arms.

"How much about Draco's past do you know?" Goyle asked leaning against the wall.

"Not much," I said honestly, "Why?"

"I've known Draco for years before we came to Hogwarts," he said sighing, "For all that time I knew something was wrong with him. Draco was never a very big person, but for as long as I've known him he only eats when his parents are there. And even then I'm not sure it stayed down."

"Damn," I said running a hand through my hair, "He's been doing this for so long. How did no one notice?"

"I don't know," he said sadly, "I just wanted to tell you that you might want to watch him."

"Thanks for the warning," I said nodding, "I just…I need to talk to Draco about this. Maybe he'll open up."

"If he doesn't just wait," he said resting a hand on my shoulder, "Draco isn't the kind of guy to just open up until it's to the point of hurting him both physically and mentally."

"I will," I said opening the door, "Thanks."

"Welcome," he said waving and leaving the room.

"What was that about?" Draco asked staring at me.

Instead of answering him I walked over to the door and locked it. I wanted the conversation I had with Draco to be private. No one else needed to know about Draco's problems.

I also wanted to stall. I had no clue what I was supposed to do. There needed to be an easy way to start this conversation, I just had to think of it. If what Goyle said was right then this needed to be done carefully.

"Harry," Draco said from behind me, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said turning to him, "But we need to talk."

"About what?" he asked confused.

"About what Goyle just told me," I said sighing, "How long have you been doing this to yourself?"

"Doing what?" he asked slowly.

"Starving yourself," I said motioning for him to sit down on the couch that just appeared.

"I'm not," he said shaking his head, "Yeah, I don't eat a lot, but I'm not starving myself."

"Draco," I said moving to hug him.

"Don't," he said glaring at me, "I'm tired of people telling me I'm starving myself. Yeah, I don't eat a lot and that might not be good for me, but I'm fine."

"Who else told you that?" I asked curiously.

"None of your business," he said moving towards the door.

"Draco," I said grabbing his arm, "Who told you that you're starving yourself?"

"Lucius," he said before pulling out of my grip and leaving.

So Lucius did know something was wrong with Draco. I needed to talk to him. He might be able to help me with Draco. Anyway, he was going to help us get James back and Dumbledore gone.

I had no clue how we were going to do any of this, but at least we had to try. With a sigh I had realized I needed to write a letter to Lucius to see what he thought the best way to go about things with Draco was.

He had known Draco for a lot longer then me so he knew how to get around Draco's walls. Also, he and Draco needed to talk about this whole situation. Now, to write a letter to him.

As I wrote the letter to Lucius I didn't really know what I was supposed to say. He needed to know about what I found out about Draco and he needed to know about the fact we were going to try to get James out of the Gargoyle.

When I was done writing the letter I started to walk to the Owlery. Once I was out of the school I started to run. I needed to get this letter to Lucius before anyone asked me questions.

I got to the Owlery and went up to an owl. Tying the letter to a leg I let the owl leave after telling him where to go. I watched the owl until I couldn't see it anymore. Now to wait.

Waiting was going to be the hardest part. I hated that Draco was mad at me, but what was I supposed to do? He needed help and he wasn't letting me help him. I was confused by that the most.

Before this happened he told Goyle that he was sick and needed help. Then I tried to get him to talk about his problems and he freaked out. This was going to be a lot harder then I thought.

I needed to get Draco to talk to me again, but I didn't know how to do that. Draco seemed really mad at me for even saying that he had real problems eating. It seemed like Draco couldn't get a break from these things.

Now to get Draco to talk to me again. With how Draco reacted when we last talked I knew it wouldn't be easy. Draco had a look and anger and sadness. If I had known he would react like that I would have done this differently.

Draco needed help though. I knew that he wasn't going to try to get help himself. Sighing one last time I started to run again. This time I wanted to find Draco. No, I needed to find Draco.

I had liked Draco too long to lose him now that I had found him. Yeah, Draco might have his problems, but I wanted to help him get over them. I needed to have Draco okay. I just hoped I wasn't too late to help him.