There's a graphic? Description right after Zephyr does something stupid, there's mentions of blood, bones and bare muscles so avoid that if you've got a weak stomach or something.

"Urgh."

"Zephyr! Are you alright? Open your eyes."

Zephyr did open his eyes, and immediately wished he hadn't. This place was bright! Or was that just him, because he didn't remember this place being so bright. 'This place' being the chamber of secrets. He also didn't remember Harry Potter being here, but here he was.

The last time he talked to Potter, Draco had to comfort him afterwards. Draco hugged him and held him as he cried. He felt strangely at peace and the last time he felt like that was when they were sleeping together. Being in Draco's arms made him feel sa— no, don't be dramatic, and pay attention to what's happening!

"Wha- what happened?" He asked. The last he remembered was evil cackling, something red and something heavy slamming into his side.

"The basilisk threw you at the wall, I think you're concussed," Potter said.

"I'm fine, what happened before that? And where is Riddle, and Weasley?"

The ground shook and stone ceiling collapsed above the entrance as the basilisk slithered through. Zephyr noticed that its eyes had been injured.

"I'll tell you later, I don't know where they are, but that's not important now, can you stand?" Potter asked and held out a hand.

Zephyr grabbed it and was hauled up, for a few seconds the world spun but he blinked past that and righted himself.

"It's blind now but has excellent hearing so we have to lose it somehow," Potter explained.

The basilisk quickly located them and they were forced to split up, Zephyr and Potter jumped out of the way as the giant snake made to bite them. Zephyr started running and his back felt as if it was aflame. He ignored it and ran towards the entrance where Potter met him. They ran through the sewers with the basilisk right behind them. He noticed a little sideway and yanked Potter with him. They stayed completely silent and frozen as they waited for the basilisk to pass. Once they were sure it was safe to move did they go back.

This time, Riddle and Ginevra Weasley were in the room, the girl was passed out and Riddle was just standing there, hovering above a little back book.

Potter ran to the girl while Zephyr stared at Tom Riddle, trying to remember what happened before Potter shook him awake. He had been following the girl because she had been behaving weirdly for a while, looking shifty and sneaking out past curfew. Then everything went black, not as in losing consciousness black, but as in someone turned the lights off. Everything was slippery and slimy and he had to hold on to something sharp to not fall down, he couldn't see were he was and he'd dropped his wand.

He saw Tom Riddle after that, with the girl beside him, Riddle kept trying to wind him up, saying they were alike and repeatedly asking his name. He'd almost snapped when Riddle said he was Voldemort, but held himself in, Riddle went on for a while, steadily getting more frustrated that he couldn't get a response from Zephyr when Harry Potter came in.

Riddle called the basilisk and Zephyr tried to stop him, for his effort he'd got a tail slammed in his side and fell unconscious when he hit the wall with his back.

"Ah, you're back, I was wondering where you'd gone."

"Did you miss me?" Zephyr asked and Riddle's eyes lit up at the sound of Zephyr's voice.

"Oh! You''re finally speaking! I was wondering if you were mute."

"What are you trying to do here?"

"I'm trying to get my body back, that's step one. After that.. well, that'll be a surprise," Riddle said. Then he gave Zephyr a slow once over, making Zephyr aware that he was currently standing in front of Voldemort in his pyjamas and barefoot. "You know, you're even prettier when you're not glaring. What do you say to becoming my concubine when i'm ruler of the wizarding world?"

Zephyr trembled when Riddle called him pretty, it made him think of a different time when someone called him pretty. revulsion welled up and made him want to gag but he firmly shoved the memories aside. "Concubine?" He asked, keeping his voice strong.

"A wife, or maybe you'd enjoy being a pet more, or perhaps, with a bit of training, you could be my right hand man, they say it's the abused souls you have to watch out for." Without looking back he called out to Potter. "That's not going to work, you know. She and I became bonded by life force the second she wrote in this book." He pointed down to the book.

Potter had been trying to get the girl away from Riddle and was carrying her in his arms, probably using a lightening charm. Carefully, he put her down and pulled out his wand.

"Bombarda!" Zephyr stepped aside as the book flew over his head. Riddle appeared again and was not happy, going by the snarl on his face. "That won't work either, nothing can destroy this book. Though I think we've been playing around for long enough. You." He looked at Zephyr. "Will you join me?"

Zephyr took a pointed step towards Potter. "I don't have my wand on me, but if I did, I would point at you just like Potter is doing." Zephyr said with a shrug.

"So be it, though i'm sure you will eventually join me. Bassy!"

The basilisk appeared again, it was a wonder the entrance wasn't blocked with the amount of debris falling from the ceiling. Staying frozen and hoping the basilisk wouldn't notice them wasn't an option because the creature was slithering right towards them. Right behind the basilisk was Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet phoenix, carrying the sorting hat for some reason. It flew over their heads and back, dropping the hat and Potter caught it.

Zephyr lost sight of potter when the basilisk moved between them, they'd jumped out of the way in time. He heard Potter shouting spells and he himself sought for something that could help them.

"Stop!" Said Potter. The basilisk turned around and towered above them.

"You are not my master," it hissed back before snapping at Potter. He quickly got out of the way but dropped the sorting hat, which made a metallic clang as it met the floor. Potter dove for the handle poking out of the hat as the snake reared back to strike again. And then Zephyr did something stupid.

He ran and shielded Potter's body with his own, throwing his arm out in an attempt to protect himself. Teeth pierced his left arm and he felt it as venom paralysed his body. With its teeth still firmly clamped on his arm the basilisk shook its head, throwing Zephyr into a wall, again.

He tried to groan as he fell to the ground, everything hazy and blurry, but his body refused to cooperate. The venom worked quickly through his body, leaving him unable to move, He laid there with his arm stretched out in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes off of it. The bloody mass with the white of his bone peeking through. He couldn't move his head so he was forced to stare at his injury as blood continued to seep from it and pool on the floor.

"Oh, you poor thing, pretty, even when dying," Riddle cooed.

That was the last he heard as he fell unconscious.

He woke up in the infirmary, lying on his stomach, unable to feel his back. His head was turned to his right arm so he moved around until he could see his left one, sitting up against the headboard of the bed he could see his injured arm was wrapped tightly with white bandages. Someone had taken off his t-shirt, leaving his upper body bare and him shivering from the cold.

Zephyr wasn't injured anywhere else, he found out. Just his left arm and back. Was his arm completely healed or did the wound leave a scar? Was it as bad as it had looked like or did his imagination make it worse? He'd just started peeling off the bandages when Madam Pomfrey stepped through the curtains hiding his bed from the rest.

"Please, leave the bandages on. While the phoenix tears helped with the venom and most of the injury, it is not completely healed and it will take a while before you have complete use of your arm again. Growing back bone, nerves and muscle is no easy task, you were lucky you were brought in so quickly." She sat down on the stool next to the bed and cast a few spells, jotting down the results she got.

Zephyr tried moving his fingers but all he got were a few twitches. "How long?"

Madam Pomfrey studied studied the movement his fingers were making. "A few months, at the least."

"So summer and the first few weeks of third year?" Zephyr asked as he staring at his arm, moving it to and fro and twitching his fingers.

"At the least."

"And my back?"

"Your back had some extensive bruising, most have faded with the help of potions. A few more doses and they'll all be gone."

It was silent for a while, Zephyr was still inspecting his arm and Madam Pomfrey was looking at him.

"I heard from Mr. Potter what happened, well, most of what happened. He told me you got thrown into a wall, got bitten by the basilisk while protecting him and got thrown into a wall again. Would you like to talk about it?" She asked tentatively.

Talk about it? Talk about the excruciating helplessness he felt after he was bitten? Talk about how he couldn't do anything at all. How he couldn't blink or scream or cry. How everything had gone blurry and he didn't know if his action helped Potter or not. How all he could do was stare at his arm, watching the blood seep out onto the floor. He could still see the whiteness of his bones in his mind when he looked at his arm.

He wasn't going to tell, to show someone he wasn't okay, that he was probably going to have nightmares about this as well. It was an act, a mask. He wasn't okay. He wasn't going to tell, so he said he was fine and pasted on a smile when she patted his knee and stood up.

"Rest, I'll tell Mr. Malfoy and your father to visit tomorrow."

He and Draco celebrated their birthdays the day before vacation began. It was a quiet affair, just the way they liked it.

He spend most of his days on PT and studying for the end of year tests. While in the infirmary both Dumbledore and his father came to visit him. Dumbledore to find out his side of the story and his father because he both worried and angry. Though his anger faded when Zephyr explained he really hadn't wanted anything to do with it, that he had been kidnapped or snakenapped or whatever.

Potter came and visited a few times while he was in the infirmary, trying to thank him and apologise for accusing him of being the heir but Zephyr ignored him, pretending to be asleep or outright looking away when he came in. After a few times, Potter stopped trying, which was good, because Zephyr had no desire to forgive him and Zephyr wasn't going to apologise. He wasn't angry about what Potter said, well… he was a bit angry about he said about Draco but it was more that Potter apparently didn't trust him.

Zephyr was prepared to give his life to save Potter and it got thrown in his face. He thought they were friends but friends don't accuse each other of trying to murder students and housemates. That was what hurt the most, that Potter thought he was capable of killing and apparently he didn't know Zephyr as well as he thought. Potter called him a pureblood! It might have been a heat of the moment comment but still.

They were so much alike but it seemed Potter didn't know that or didn't actually want to know it. Perhaps when Potter stopped listening to Weasley so much they could try to make up. But he wasn't going to count on it and he wasn't going to friendly anymore.

Vacation came and went and it felt like no time at all had passed until his third year was upon him.

i guess he's even better at holding a grudge than his father. Must run in the family. They're not going to make up, because this is more than petty words to Zephyr. Harry really hurt him, and a quick apology isn't going to make things better.