Two days later, Harry agreed to go out with Hermione on their way to potions class. It was Harry's first day out of the hospital wing. Hermione eyes grew wide, and gave him another kiss on the cheek, which left Harry feeling very shy in front of Ron. Ron just looked at him and gave him an approving grin. They had to run to potions class, and when they arrived, they were all out of breath, especially Harry. He still hadn't fully recovered. They sat down, Harry between the two of them. Harry felt the hair on his neck prickle.He looked over to see a pair of grey eyes watching him. He looked unblinkingly back at Malfoy who turned away.
Potions was usually dreadful. Neville had done his potion wrong, which left all the Slytherins sneering at him. Harry noticed, however, that Malfoy was not among them. He just looked down at his desk. Snape took 20 points from Gryffindor for Neville's potion splattering on Snape's robes. Tiny holes appeared all over his robes. This caused the Gryffindors to giggle to themselves, particularly Harry and Ron. Hermione just hid her mouth with her hand, but Harry could tell that she was smiling behind her hand. The bell rang, and Snape told them to do a essay on who created the truth potion.
"Two and a half rolls of parchment!" Ron complained. Harry nodded, also disgusted that'd he'd have so much homework to do this weekend. Hermione snorted.
"Ron, we've had much more than that before. Were lucky he didn't make us do four rolls after what happened to his robes." Another smile came across her face.
Friday finally came, the day Harry was to meet Malfoy on the Astronomy tower. Ron was furious that he wouldn't let him go, to back him up if Malfoy came after him.
"Harry, why can't you just let me use your indivisibility cloak? That way I can come and back you up, and he won't even know!" Ron said to him that night in the common room. It was only one more hour. Harry shook his head.
"Ron, I said that I didn't want you to come. Now drop it, okay?" Harry didn't think that Malfoy was going to attack him. He didn't know why he thought this, he just did. Ron scowled and looked away. Harry sighed.
"Well, I've still got an hour, want to play wizard's chess?" He tried to change the subject. Ron looked at him and gave a strained smile. He was so worried about Harry.
They played three games of chess, and as usual, Ron killed him every time. By the time it was for Harry to go, they were both in better spirits, to Harry's relief. Harry stood up and looked at the clock. He had ten minutes to get to the tower.
"I'll wait for you, Harry. Alright?" Ron still looked nervous. Harry nodded and walked out of the common room. He walked fast, not wanting to be late. He sped up the long spiral staircase up to the roof top. He saw o door up ahead. He walked up to it, quickly composed himself, and opened the great oak doors. Harry had never been up there before, so he didn't realize how large it was. It was a huge circular room, with glass-less windows. And right in the middle was a large, white telescope. He noticed Malfoy standing at a window, staring at the stars.
Harry cleared his throat, grabbing Malfoy's attention. He spun around, grey eyes wide.
"I didn't think you'd show, Potter,"Malfoy said to him. But there was no sneer, no cold- ness in his voice. Harry grunted.
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"Hm. Now what do you need to tell me?" Harry replied, using his own coldness. He didn't trust Malfoy, and he wanted him to know it. Malfoy frowned.
"I know we haven't...well...given each other a chance in the past five years, but we need to put that aside for now." Malfoy said to him. Harry eyed him suspiciously.
"Yes, get on with it,"
"First of all, don't interrupt me. What I have to tell you is important, so just hear me out. Understand?" Malfoy seemed nervous, as if he would get in trouble later for doing this.
"Alright," Harry nodded.
"I believe that you know me father is a Death Eater, correct?" Harry nodded." Let's just say that You-know-who is quite angry that you got away from him last year. He's planning to kill you. He was the one who hexed the Bludgers on your last Quidditch match. He's got a few more ideas for you, Potter, so don't go looking for trouble. Unluckily, I don't know these plans. I overheard my father talking to my mother, that's how I know all this. But he didn't mention what the 'plans' were, in fact. So..be careful..." Draco looked at him. Was that sympathy in his eyes? Harry thought everything over. He would have to write to Dumbledore and Sirius in the morning.
"Why are you telling me this? You always seemed glad when something happened to me." Harry asked. Malfoy looked at the stars.
"That's something.....Potter?" Malfoy stared at Harry. Harry had his hand to his scar. It was on fire. He fell to his knees, blinded by tears. Malfoy bent down next to him.
"Potter? What's the matter?" Malfoy shook Harry's shoulder.
"It's...him...," Harry moaned. Draco looked around.
"It's who, Potter? He-who-must-not-be-named? Impossible! He can't be on Hogwarts grounds, can he?" He sounded frightened. He stood up and looked around, as if the Dark Lord was right there in the tower.
Harry's scar stopped burning, as he was enveloped into a wonderful sensation. He stood up. Malfoy looked at him surprised. He heard a voice in the back of his mind...a voice Harry knew to well. I low hissing....
"Walk to the window...." Voldemort hissed in his ear. Harry's legs wobbled, he was to powerful for him.
"Potter? What is it? What's he doing?" Draco sounded alarmed, not knowing what to do.
"It's...the...Imperious...curse...," Harry stuttered. He watched himself slowly walk towards the window.
"Come on...keep walking...," the voice sounded so close...
"But I don't want to..." Harry said back.
"Now climb on top....come on now, Potter..." Harry slowly walked to the window, and stood on the sill. Harry looked down the tower. He couldn't even see the ground! He trembled, knowing what was coming...
"Now JUMP! NOW!" Voldemort screamed.
"No! Don't!" Harry said to himself. This caused him to fall off the sill, not jump. He rolled down the slanted roof, the sensation leaving him. He panicked and grabbed on to the edge. He hung, there one handed, trying to pull himself up. His bad arm gave away, and he was holding on with his one hand again.
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A.N: Ahhhh! Cliff-hanger! Literally! :P Any ways, I won't put up the next chapter until I get at least five more reviews. Tankies for reading! Luv ya all!!! :)