Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

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A week later, Harry awoke in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. He was breathing hard and shaking. He climbed off of the couch in the living room of his and Draco's quarters; he'd fallen asleep there hours before. He made his way into the bedroom, where Draco was sleeping in the large bed.

Crossing the room, Harry made his way to the bed and climbed under the blankets. He snuggled up to Draco's back, wrapping his shaky arms around him. Draco instinctively turned over and held Harry close, resting his cheek on top of the other boy's head. Feeling Harry's trembling, Draco's eyes snapped open.

"Honey, what's the matter?" Draco whispered, reaching a hand up to wipe the sweat from Harry's face. "Are you all right?" Harry shook his head, nestling his face in Draco's neck. "Did you have a nightmare?" Harry nodded. "It's all right, love. We're safe now; nothing is going to happen to us. Go back to sleep; we have classes in the morning. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

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The next morning, Draco and Harry were starting their classes again. They had been working on catching up on the month of missed lessons for the past week and a half, and they had decided to return. The teachers decided that it would be all right for them to go to the same classes for the rest of the term.

The first class of the day was Divination. Trelawney had been replaced halfway through the year, and the new teacher was a man by the name of Steve Donovan. He was about as mean as Snape had been before he'd married Katie, and Harry and Draco weren't looking forward to this class at all. They hoped that Donovan would be nicer to them, considering the events of the past two months.

"Potter, Snape, how nice of you to finally join us," Donovan sneered as the boys cautiously entered the classroom. "You're late. Detention, both of you." The entire class gasped in surprise. Draco glared at the man, while Harry didn't react.

"I believe, Professor, that you have been told that Harry and I are not to be punished for being late," Draco said, coolly. "So if you want to give us detention, take it up with Dumbledore and see what he has to say about it." He tugged gently on Harry's hand, and the two boys went to sit by themselves in a corner, ignoring the professor's glares.

The class this morning was reviewing the Tarot. Everyone got their cards out and began to do a nine-card spread for their partners. Donovan walked around the room, making comments about how completely stupid the class was when it came to divination.

"Potter!" he barked after a moment. "If you have a three-card spread including the Five of Coins, The Tower, and the Nine of Swords, what does that mean?"

Everyone watched as Harry just stared at him, silently. He was still unable to speak, and the effects of the magical stroke were still hindering his arm movement, so he couldn't write very easily. He also hadn't gained back all of his energy, which he needed for telepathy.

"Are you going to just sit there and stare at me, or are you going to answer?" Donovan shouted.

"For Merlin's sake, Donovan, I know for a fact that you were told that Harry can't talk!" Draco snapped, standing up. "Why are you tormenting him like this?! You have no bloody idea what he-and I-went through the past two months, and all we want to do now is get back to normal. But it's people like you who won't let us! Why don't you just bloody-well leave us alone?!"

"One hundred points from Slytherin for your little outburst, Snape," Donovan said in a low voice. "Sit down and get back to work." Draco glared at him and sat back down next to Harry, who reached over to take his hand.

There were no more real problems for the rest of the class, until everyone was preparing to leave. As Draco gathered his and Harry's books, Donovan approached Harry and began to speak in harsh, whispered tones. When Draco saw this, his eyes flashed with anger, and he pulled Harry away from the man.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Draco had a threatening tone to his voice, as Harry seemed extremely shaken by whatever the professor had said to him. "Rest assured, Donovan, the Headmaster will be hearing about this. You might want to start packing your stuff now." Draco held Harry's hand tightly and led him out of the room, heading straight for Dumbledore's office.

"Draco, Harry, what a surprise!" Dumbledore greeted them as they entered the office. He then saw the furious expression on Draco's face and the sad look on Harry's. "Is something the matter? Please, sit."

The two boys sat in the chairs in front of the headmaster's desk, and Draco explained what had happened in Divination.

"First, he tried to give us detention for being late," Draco told the old wizard. "I told him to take it up with you and see what you have to say about it." Dumbledore smiled a little at this. "Then he asked Harry some stupid question and yelled at him for not answering, when he had been informed of the fact that Harry is unable to speak. So I told him off for that, and he took a hundred points from Slytherin and told me to get back to work.

"Nothing else happened until the end of class. I was picking up our books, and Donovan started whispering something to Harry. I don't know what he said, but it was sounding really harsh, and Harry looked shaky and pale after that. He still does, in fact. Anyway, I told Donovan that I'd be informing you of the incident." Dumbledore nodded, keeping his gaze on Harry who, at the moment, looked extremely weak.

"Thank you for telling me, Draco," the old man said. "I will surely deal with Donovan; his actions were uncalled for. Still, I also need to know what he said to Harry."

After a moment of silence, Harry reached onto Dumbledore's desk and picked up a piece of parchment and a quill. Wincing a little, he began to slowly write on the parchment. His handwriting was large and shaky, somewhat like that of a five year old, and he left some letters out of several words and mixed some letters up.

Suddenly, Harry let out a cry of pain as the quill fell from his fingers, creating a scribbled line on the parchment. His arm began to tremble, and he cradled it against his chest, taking deep breaths to ease the pain. Draco immediately went to sit in the chair with him, holding him in his arms and whispering in his ear. As Draco tried to comfort his boyfriend, Dumbledore read what Harry had written.

Said I wrok Volmort

No kidanp no hutr

fa

It took a moment to decipher the writing, and he wondered why Harry had mixed his letters up like that, but Dumbledore could understand what he meant.

"He said you worked for Voldemort," Dumbledore said, softly. "That you weren't really kidnapped and hurt?" Harry nodded, then closed his eyes and began to concentrate, and soon the other two wizards heard Harry's voice in their heads.

-Said I faked it... I kidnapped Draco for Voldemort and Lucius... Said he saw it in vision...

"You shouldn't have done that," Draco murmured as Harry collapsed against him. "You're still too weak."

"Harry needs rest," Dumbledore said. "The infirmary isn't necessary; I will accompany the two of you to your quarters. I need to speak with you, Draco."

The three went to Draco and Harry's rooms, with Draco practically carrying Harry the whole way. Draco tucked Harry into their bed, then went back to the living room, where Dumbledore was waiting. He still held Harry's parchment in his hand, and he showed it to Draco. The blond boy's eyes widened when he saw how mixed up and disconnected Harry's words were.

"Why--" Draco hesitated, not knowing how to phrase his question. "Harry knows how to spell. He knows how to write. Why did he spell all this wrong and mix things up?" Dumbledore sighed.

"Do you remember when Poppy tested Harry, to find out why he couldn't speak? She thought that it may have been a problem with his vocal chords, but it turned out that it wasn't." Draco nodded. "Do you know how long they held him under the Cruciatus at one time?"

"A lot longer than they did me," Draco replied, quietly. "They used it more on him because they knew it affected him more than it did me. I think, at one point, it lasted around ten minutes, but I'm really not sure."

"I think that the reason for his being unable to speak or write properly could be brain damage. He seems to understand everything that we say to him, but I think that he has problems connecting his own thoughts. That's why he can't speak; he can't put together what he wants to say." Draco brought his hand to his mouth, chewing nervously on his fingernails.

"Can it be fixed?" Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Considering the short extent of the damage, yes, it can be fixed. First, I'll talk to Sirius and Remus, and then I'll bring in a specialist to examine Harry. There are potions and charms to fix slight brain damage, but I want to make sure that that's what it is first." Draco nodded in understanding, and Dumbledore stood up. "Now. I will speak with Donovan; he will most-likely be gone by tomorrow morning. You should stay here with Harry."

"Thank you, sir."