Chapter 5 - Defeat.
It had been four days. Four days of living hell. Sleep had not come easily without the potion. And the dreams were bad enough at times to have Harry wake screaming. He had put a silencing charm around his bed at night to stop the screams waking his friends.
Each day he went from class to class looking half dead. The bags under his eyes were getting larger. Once in potions class he had drifted off to sleep whilst Snape was busy berating Neville over his latest accident. He had dreamed of the cemetery again and of Diggery's dead eyes staring at him, accusing him. He woke in class screaming. Everyone in class, even Snape looked scared except Draco who watched calmly and nodded in Harry's direction.
The dreams were starting to subside but the desire for the potion had not. Harry thought about it all the time. Just a little sip and he would be alright he would think to himself in moments of weakness and then he would have to will the desire down.
Ron and Hermoine had tried to help but Harry could not bring himself to tell them. He hated himself for being weak. He was at his wits end. He knew what he must do but he was scared. More scared than he had been facing Voldemort. This was bigger than he could handle.