Agape

Two-shot

Part 2

The next day, after taking a bath in the morning, a blocked number called him; Harry knew that those numbers used to come from the prison so he did not answer, maybe it was a scam but when it rang for the third time he had no choice to answer.

— Death Eaters… — It was the only word heard on the other end of the line and the call ended.

That voice made him tremble, he had never heard it before but he knew whose it was, something inside him made him sure of the owner of that voice and, as if the phone burned, he threw it to the floor and the screen was split into several parts. The phone was useless and Harry ran to take refuge in his bed, covering himself with all the sheets as if it were a kind of shield that could keep him safe.

— It is not real, Lord Voldemort is not real. — He repeated to himself while he was holding his knees and closing his eyes tightly to pass that nervous breakdown; he didn't want to go back to the asylum, he didn't want to be separated from Draco.

Draco arrived at Harry's house at night and was surprised to find all the lights off, he had a bad feeling and hurried to look for Harry but luckily he was in the room, covered with the sheets.

— Harry, are you okay? — He asked removing the covers but Harry wasn't there, they were a bunch of pillows that pretended to be a body. — What the hell…

— Do not move! I have a knife! — Harry yelled behind him and Draco threw up his hands cursing he hadn't turned on the light as soon as he entered.

— Potter ... it's me ... Malfoy… — He said that, because that was how they had started to call each other at the beginning of their relationship and he hoped that it would give him some security.

— Do not move. — Harry said again and from one moment to another the light came on. — Draco…

Draco didn't move from his position, his back was still towards Harry but he relaxed a bit when he heard him speak his name and when he heard the sound of the knife falling to the floor.

— Can I move now? — He asked but Harry's arms wrapping around his body tightly, made him relax. He turned into Harry's arms and hugged him; Harry was shaking with fear. — What happened?

— Lord Voldemort… he called me on the phone. — He confessed and Draco feared that Harry was relapsing.

Draco tried to calm down and not panic, he took Harry to the bed for them to sit down and asked him to tell him what had happened; Harry did it and Draco felt that for the first time, Harry was not hallucinating.

—

Draco did not know from where Harry had gotten the name of Lord Voldemort, even though he had asked him where he had heard it, Harry did not remember it and Dr. Diggory, when commenting on that, had said that perhaps Harry had heard him in a way unconscious; when his mind suffered that trauma the memories of him mixed and that name emerged.

That Harry's doctor said that meant only one thing to Draco: that Harry had heard something he shouldn't have, in the wrong place, and that was why he had ended up in a coma. Harry was a witness and Lord Voldemort did exist, even that name, "Death Eaters" seemed strange to him, as if it were a cult.

With that in mind, he had taken Harry's broken phone so they could repair it and get information about the call he had received; he also conducted the investigation in a different way, thinking that it was really a group of people who were in charge of committing the murders at the request of someone else.

He was working around the clock, he needed to find the cause of these murders, too many people were dying and he could not allow that. He felt that he was close to finding the answers he was looking for but at the same time they slipped through his fingers like smoke.

—

— Maybe, if we try hypnosis we could find out what happened the day of your accident. If you witnessed something related to the crimes, maybe it could be very helpful. — Cedric suggested with that charming smile on his face.

Harry had blushed, Cedric found it charming and smiled even more when Harry accepted hypnosis therapy in hopes of helping Draco. Cedric took what he needed and began the session by sounding the metronome while he whispered in Harry's ear the instructions to be able to enter his mind and find what they were looking for.

The session lasted a couple of hours and when Draco came for Harry, he found him calmer, sitting in the waiting room of Cedric's office; Cedric's secretary asked him to come talk to him before he left and it was only to confirm one thing: Harry had been at the wrong time and place; he had witnessed a conversation between those assassins who called themselves the Death Eaters and a certain Lord Voldemort, who was their boss.

— Is it all you managed to achieve in one session? — Draco's tone of disbelief was too noticeable. — I thought it would take more sessions.

— No, no more sessions. — Harry's voice behind him, again, made him turn to see him; he had an expression he hadn't seen before. It was as if evil ran through his being.

— Harry… what's going on? — He asked looking as Harry approached him and looked at him in that way that reminded him of a murderer.

— It happens that this world is going to hell, there are too many people swarming around there, sick people, people who do not deserve to live in a place like this wonderful land; people who corrupt the place where we live and attract other people just as corrupt. — Harry explained without taking his eyes off Draco.

— I know, that's why you became a policeman, to arrest those kinds of people. — Draco confirmed without understanding why Harry was behaving like this; he looked at the psychiatrist as if he was the one responsible but Cedric just denied with an amused smile.

— Yes, but I discovered that being a policeman and doing justice do not go hand in hand, we catch criminals and then they go free, due to lack of evidence, suspicions, for one thing or another; they never pay for their crimes and only go out to keep committing more and more crimes. — He paused. — But that ended when Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters arrived, they think the same as me, they believe the same as me.

— Do you know them? — Draco was looking at him in disbelief. He didn't understand anything at all and his phone started ringing.

— Of course I know them. Do not answer, if it is important they will call you again. — He said and then looked at Cedric before looking back at Draco. — Dividing myself between the two things that I love was difficult, being with you or carrying out the purification of this world, I decided for you and our good friend Cedric did me the favor of using hypnosis to keep that part of me but it was difficult; being with you and watching the world rot eventually made that part of me want to re-emerge.

— No… — Draco said when he understood what Harry meant.

— Yes! — Harry smiled and walked over to Draco. — I'm Lord Voldemort.

Then Draco moved his hand to take his weapon but Harry was faster and lunged at him immobilizing him and pulling the weapon away from Draco.

— You're sick, Harry. We can cure you ... a real doctor can help you. — Draco gasped being dominated by Harry who had more strength than he remembered.

— I'm not sick ... but I can't let you get any closer and ruin the purification of the world. I offer you a deal Draco, join us, stay with me and we will see together the dawn of a new world, without crime and without pain.

— It's impossible ... crime will always exist. You cannot create peace out of fear.

— We will make the sacrifices that are necessary, my love, and if fear is the only way to have peace, then we will make fear run through every part of each person's body. Join me, Draco, I won't repeat it again.

— What if I don't accept? You're going to kill me? — He asked looking at the window before turning to see Harry.

— No, I will make you feel the fear in your own flesh, I will make you breathe and sweat fear until you come crawling to me, my love, but I do not want to do that, do not make me do it.

Draco said nothing, just stared at that maniacal glint in Harry's eyes that seemed more unhinged than he had ever seen. Harry was waiting for a response from Draco and Cedric had the gun Draco had brought ready to fire if necessary.

— No, this is not you, Harry. You need help, Cedric convinced you of this, he is the only one to blame for you being like this, he is the real responsible, he has confused you; he has played with your mind, Harry. — He said before the door to Cedric's office slammed open and the special police officers entered.

Draco had discovered that the origin of the strange call to Harry had come from Cedric's office, the operation was to catch him because they had managed to link him to all the facts but he never imagined that Harry was there. Everything had happened so fast that he could only hear Harry's screams and the fight he had against the agents to free himself.

Cedric had been convicted and executed, and Harry was held in a high security psychiatric clinic indefinitely; Draco only heard him scream during the trial that he was Lord Voldemort and that everything he did was for the common good.

They never found charges that proved that he was a partner of Dr. Diggory, he was just one more victim of that man; Harry was just a sick man who had fallen into the hands of the wrong doctor.

However Draco couldn't stop thinking about what Harry had told him, about the strange way of his accident and that perhaps he was not the victim that everyone believed; every time he went to visit Harry he was calm and every time he asked if he knew how he had gotten the scar, Harry only replied that someone had done it to make his accident seem more credible.

— Would you tell me a name? — He asked him that afternoon while Harry was solving a crossword puzzle.

— Sure ... but you won't be able to get close to her, your Aunt Bella is very cautious. — He said with a sly smile.

— No…

— Oh yeah… they condemned the wrong man but… who would believe a madman?

A Lot of Love: Lunatic