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Chapter 13

"Okay, so I talked with Professor Snape and he said he would talk to Headmaster Dumbledore, and that he will tell Professor Flitwick about my headaches." Harry said to his friends after class that afternoon.

The five of them were currently in the library working on their essays and studying… well really they were talking mostly, but that was their cover story if Madam Prince came by with her strict eyes.

"So you trust him?" Anthony asked.

Harry sighed and thought about it. Did he trust Snape? Yes… he did. After all he did save his life.

"Yeah I do, I really do. I mean come on, he saved my life! More than once, what's not to trust?" Harry questioned back.

The others nodded thoughtfully but didn't comment. Instead they all went back to what they were supposed to be doing in the first place: homework.

"Mr. Potter, Professor Flitwick would like a word with you." Madam Prince stated sternly.

Harry nodded and quickly packed up his things. Nodding a goodbye to his friends he headed towards his head of house's office. Professor Flitwick's office was pretty standard… if you don't count the multiple that surrounded the room, or the books that sat on the chair behind the grand desk. The professor sat on top of the chairs and smiled at Harry when he entered.

"Mr. Potter, thank you for coming. How are you today?" The professor asked motioning him to sit.

"I'm fine sir, thank you for asking." Harry replied, eyeing the huge book shelf.

"Have you gotten a letter from your family about the incident?"

"Yes… my aunt threatened me with a whole summer of staying in my room if I didn't keep check on my levels. I'm surprised she didn't come here herself…" Harry chuckled.

"Yes… well she would have if I didn't assure her that we could take care of you. She doesn't have much faith in this school." Professor Flitwick chuckled but then cleared his throat.

"Professor Snape told me and Headmaster Dumbledore of your suspicions about Quirrell. First off I want to say thank you for telling an adult instead of trying to figure this out on your own. I also want to tell you that the stone is heavily guarded and that Dumbledore is going to be keeping a strong eye on Quirrell. Now here are some headache potions that Professor Snape made for you. You are to take a couple of gulps just before you go into his class. Now you can't use it every time or else you could get addicted. So I made you a schedule of when you can take it. Luckily school is almost over." Harry's Head of House explained as he handed Harry a vial of green liquid.

Harry nodded his head and thanked him for the potion.

"So what's going to happen now?" He asked… he couldn't leave it at just this… he had to find out what was going to happen now.

"Well for now we act as if we don't know anything and if Quirrell makes a move then we will be ready. Dumbledore has already placed a couple charms and I have myself, on not only Quirrell but also the surrounding area of the stone. I just want you to concentrate on your exams, okay? We don't need you to go gallivanting on some heroic expedition." Professor Flitwick said sternly.

Harry nodded his head before leaving the office. Harry headed back to the Ravenclaw common room then decided against it; he had a sudden urge to go flying and what better way to clear his head then a quick fly around the Quidditch pitch?

As Harry got out his broom he noticed a figure already flying around the pitch. Slightly annoyed that someone had gotten their before him he decided that he could at least make an attempt to fly with whoever was flying. When he got nearer, he noticed that the person flying was wearing Slytherin colors, and not only that, but the flyer had a shock of blond hair.

Harry groaned… it was the Slytherin Prince himself. Deciding not to let this bother him, he took off on his broom and made a bee line to Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy… I thought first years weren't allowed to have brooms." Harry stated when he got in hearing range.

Malfoy stopped what he was doing and turned to see Potter flying towards him.

"I could say the same thing about you now couldn't I Potter." The blond shot back.

"What are you doing up here anyway?" Harry asked, just for the sake of asking.

"I'm brewing a potion… what does it look like I'm doing?" Malfoy snapped.

"Sorry… you don't have to get so testy, I was just asking." Harry snapped back then sighed, "Look if we are going to share…"

"I am not sharing the pitch with know-it-all Harry bloody Potter." The blond snapped again.

"Hey look, I'm just trying to be friendly her; what's your problem?"Harry asked.

Malfoy looked at him and for the first time, Harry noticed that something was seriously wrong. There was no arrogance in the blonds' grey eyes, only worry and confusion.

The Slytherin Prince took a deep shaky breath before motioning Harry towards a seat in the stands. Harry followed silently knowing, Malfoy was going to say something that he probably couldn't even say to himself.

After they got comfortable on the stands, the pair stayed in silence until the older of the two took another breath and spoke.

"Whe-when you were diagnosed with Di-diabetes, what were the symptoms?" Draco asked seriously.

Harry looked confused, but answered anyway, "Well I was thirsty all the time, I went to the bathroom continually and I had this attitude that I couldn't shake. I also lost a lot of weight; it was really scary… why?" Harry asked.

Draco took another deep breath, as if Harry had unconsciously answered an unwanted question. Grey eyes met emerald and before Harry could breathe another word Draco spoke.

"I think I have Diabetes…"

"What?" Harry asked, shocked his eyes going wide.

"I think I have Diabetes… I've been drinking water all the time and I know I've lost weight because none of my clothes fit right anymore and all my friends say that I keep giving them attitude and I can't help it. Everything annoys me now!" Draco said in a rush, tears pricking at his eyes, "I don't want to have Diabetes… I heard what happened to you in Potions class, and what could have happened if Snape hadn't acted quickly enough? I don't want to have to watch what I eat or check my blood sugar with a muggle device just because no wizard has been smart enough to fix this…"

"Draco… calm down…" Harry interrupted him.

"Calm down?"

"Yes calm down, you don't know for sure if you have Diabetes… it could be something else. Have you gone to Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked.

"Would I be here talking to you about this if I had Potter?"

Harry sighed, and then took Draco by the arm and started to drag him down the stairs.

"Where are you going? Would you let go of me?" Draco shouted, trying and failing to get Harry to let go of him.

"No, we are going to settle this right now. Besides, waiting any longer could have harmful effects on your body." Harry informed him.

"Po-Harry, I can't. If my father found out he would be furious!"

"Why would he be mad? It's not like you forced this on yourself. This isn't your fault. No one could have prevented this from happening." Harry told him just like so many others had told him.

"But still… I'd have to use that meter thing…"

"Glucose meter?"

"Yeah that and that's what muggles use and…"

"Look, if it weren't for the muggles we'd never even know how to control and manage Diabetes. People with Diabetes wouldn't even live that long because there would be no synthetic insulin or anything!" Harry shot back, stopping so quickly that Draco ran into him.

Draco sighed but still looked worried.

"Look, if your father loves you like he should, then he wouldn't care what you used to control it if you had Diabetes, he would just care about you being healthy." Harry told him.

Draco nodded, he knew his father loved him, sure he didn't exactly express it out in public but he did at home and he knew deep down in his heart that if using muggle technology was the only way to live then his father would get him the best and only the best, no matter the cost.

"Okay… let's go, but… can you stay with me?" Draco whispered.

"Of course… what are friends for?" Harry smiled.

The pair quickly made their way back to the castle, and before they knew it they were standing outside the Hospital Wing.

"Ready to go in?" Harry asked.

"No, but do I really have a choice?" Draco smiled.

Going into the wing Draco was happy to note that no one was in there.

"Hello boys, what are you doing in here?" Madam Pomfrey asked, "I hope it has nothing to do with you Mr. Potter, I've seen you in here more than it is healthy."

Harry smiled, "No it's not me; it's Draco… he hasn't been feeling well…" With that he gave Draco a slight nudge and an encouraging smile.

With that Draco told the Madam Pomfrey all of his ailments and his concerns. Madam Pomfrey quickly told the blond to lay down on one of the beds and started waving her wand, trying to see what was ailing the young boy.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, I do believe I have found out what is causing your symptoms. It seems you have Type one Diabetes…"