James suspiciously watched Harry leave the Common Room; he was going to bed
rather early, it was only seven thirty.
Harry stopped and James supposed he had forgotten something when he started to twitch and shake uncontrollably before falling backwards and hitting his back on the stairs with a loud crack. His arm lay limp beside him, the scarred hand twitching ever so slightly.
Then it stopped. Harry's back arched up as though he were in great pain and James could see him biting down on his lip, as though trying to stop a scream from escaping him.
His attempts were in vain however and for the second or third time that day Harry forced him to block his ears from the raw pain that echoed around the Common Room.
"AREN'T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING?" Someone yelled to Draco, it was Lily and she had tears streaming down her face. Bloody Evans, she'd never learn.
"THERE IS NOTHING I Can do." Draco said, lowering his voice as the scream died away and Harry lay on the floor with his eyes shut tightly (though the others couldn't see that) and his good hand balling into fists.
It felt like there was a great pressure beating against everyone in the room, like power that's been waiting to get out for so long. Did Harry cause that?
No way. He couldn't be that powerful. It must have just been the tense atmosphere.
James watched as Draco walked over and helped Harry up, who once was standing promptly fainted into Draco's arms, just as Professor Little and Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey rushed through the portrait hole.
"Is Harry alright Mr. Granger? Was that him screaming?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yup." Draco said as though they were talking about the weather. "He'll be fine though. Probably healing right now. He's got broken arm though." Draco said, motioning to his right arm that was bending oddly as Harry lay in his arms. "So much for going to bed." He snorted.
Everyone stared at him. How could he be so calm when someone, his cousin no less, had just had some sort of pain attack? The wind was swirling up around the two cousins giving them an eerie look.
James noticed that Evan's face was contorted in horror and concern, mingling with the tears on her face was the tiny bit of make-up she wore, it made her look pretty silly.
As the Professor's, Madame Pomfrey, Draco and the unconscious Harry who was now being carried by a distraught Little on a stretcher left the room, the tension left as well, and after the door closed nothing could have said that it had been there, apart from a few scattered parchments around where Draco and Harry had been standing.
About a minute later whilst people were all whispering about what had happened Harry came limping back in with Draco trying to catch him, even while he was limping though he was going pretty fast, but getting tired easily.
"I am NOT going to the hospital wing on the first day. I am NOT going to the hospital wing." Harry was saying determinedly. James wondered how on earth he could have been healed so quickly, his arm was still hanging limply from the side and it caused everyone to wonder how he couldn't notice the pain.
James also noticed that Harry's bottom half of the face wasn't covered and he couldn't help noticing that they had the exact same jaw line, how very odd. But that wasn't what caused him to look at the lips, for they had tooth marks in them and were bleeding.
Finally Draco caught up to him and put him under a full body bind.
"That will teach you. Madame Pomfrey would be so angry with you if you don't come." He said to Harry not taking any notice of the others. Harry's face was covered as he hovered out unwillingly after Draco.
"What a bloody odd pair!" Declared Arthur Weasley, a seventh year boy who just happened to be a prefect along with James, and unfortunately, Lily.
"Couldn't agree with you more!" Sirius said giving Arthur a high five. Arthur nodded.
"I wonder where they came from. They seem British, but Hogwarts is the only British school." Evan's trailed off.
"Who cares what you say bloody Carrot Head?" James snapped.
"James!" Remus said angrily.
"Don't worry Moony. He can go a screw himself." Lily snapped and walked up to the girls' dorms.
"Let's go see what Harry's up to?" Sirius suggested. "I don't trust him!"
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Harry sat on the hospital bed with a curtain around him, cradling his aching head. Power surges always had a bad aftereffect, and a headache was one of them. He also got a broken arm this time, but it couldn't be healed by magic since it was his own magic Power Surge that caused it.
"Cheer up Harold." Draco said.
"Shut up Dragon Boy, my name is NOT Harold. It is HARRY!"
Harry said, his head snapping up and his eyes glaring at Draco. Though Harry didn't realize it, he looked exactly like his father now, apart from the scar. Since this was the first time he'd been without his hood Draco seemed to pick up on it.
"I think brown was the wrong colour for your eyes. Potter's are just a little bit darker and you look the same exactly, apart from all your scars." Draco teased.
"Well then, I'll just have to change them wont I?" Harry said with a grin, not realizing that there were people watching through a crack in the curtains. He waved a hand over his face and became the spitting image of Draco Malfoy. "Better Draco?" Harry taunted.
"Yuck! I don't ever want you to look like me again!" Draco said, shielding his eyes in mock fright.
"Well, you know, I could easily stay like this and make people think I look just like you, only with some scars that are almost the same color as your skin anyway." Harry laughed.
"Take it off Harold."
"Make me Dragon Boy."
"I'll re-break your arm."
"I really am not worried."
"Just get back to your usual self. Please?" Draco said, trying to be nice. He noticed as Harry's eyes seemingly went misty and concentrated on a place in between his eyes. Probably talking to Voldemort again.
He nodded and laughed. "Now that would be funny!"
"What did he say?" Draco asked quickly, eyeing Harry suspiciously. He didn't notice as Harry waved his hand a little and Draco turned into himself, cloaked and all.
He looked down and said, "You brought me new clothes? Why is that funny? Granted, they are Gryffindor colored, but that doesn't make it too funny."
Harry then conjured up a mirror and Draco was afraid to look in it.
When he finally did he was furious. He whipped out his wand and started to curse Harry, but a shield erected around the now Malfoy looking Harry, causing the spells to bounce back onto the now Harry looking Malfoy.
Draco felt himself start growing boils on Harry's face and tried furiously to get them off. But he knew that Harry's shield only allowed Harry himself to undo the spells cast on it.
Draco tried to do the 'puppy dog eyes' that Harry was so good at; after all, it was his face, green eyes and everything.
"Awe, how could I wesist my own cute wittle face?" Harry asked in a singsong baby voice. He quickly muttered the counter curse and while he was at it turned Draco back into Draco, and himself back into himself.
"I wish Ginny were here, you may not be such a prat."
"Hey, I wouldn't get all snotty with me boy, otherwise I could just leave you here, you wont be able to get home without me." Harry taunted, he vaguely heard footsteps and the hospital door close. What on earth?
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"Did you see that? Or am I seeing things?" James asked Remus and Sirius, Peter hadn't come. (A/N luckily)
"Your not seeing things. He looked just like you. And did you see when he turned Draco into himself and himself into Draco? That's very advanced magic, I don't think even Dumbledore could do it." Sirius said in awe.
"Well, I want to know WHY he looked like you, and where he got all those scars from, AND what he meant by home. Also, do you guys know who Ginny is?"
"Nope."
"Never heard of her."
"Well, let's try and get the Map back off Filch tomorrow so we can see who they are. Bloody Peter! He had to get it confiscated didn't he?" James growled.
"I'm even more confused now then I was before. You don't have a long lost twin brother do you James?" Asked Sirius.
"Not that I know of. And certainly not one with that amount of magic."
"What's that?" Remus asked suddenly, pointing to a shadowed wall, where there was one shadow thicker than another moving along the wall, just ahead of them.
James, Remus and Sirius tried to catch up to it, but it kept going faster.
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'You know Harry,' Tom said, 'I think they saw and heard you. Uh oh, watch out they're coming.'
Harry tried sinking his body in with the shadows even more, but couldn't, so he held his arm cast and started silently running. After all a shadow can't make any sound.
He slipped through a gap in the portrait hole. It felt extremely strange when one was a shadow, though Harry believed he was the only one ever to master that.
Harry quietly walked along the wall and up to his dorm, Draco wouldn't find him, because no one would have seen him and couldn't tell him where to go. Bloody hospitals.
'They are only trying to help.' Tom chided. 'And anyway, don't you think Dragon Boy is going to get in trouble with your leaving.'
'He'll get over it.' Harry snapped as he quickly pulled himself into bed and put the curtains around.
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That night when James went to bed he felt a little uneasy. Dumbledore and Little had come in here looking for Harry, what if he was out working for he-who-must-not-be-named?
James shivered and looked over at Harry's bed. Were the curtains closed before?
He quickly got up and pulled the curtains away.
"What are you doing Prongs?" Came Remus sleepy question from across the room. James didn't answer. Harry was right there. Sleeping innocently as an angel. Even though it was covered, James couldn't get the picture of Harry's scared face out of his mind. Maybe Harry wasn't really that bad at all.
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Once Harry was sure everyone was asleep, he got up and cast a silent memory modifier on Moony, Padfoot and Prongs.
Moony, Padfoot and Prongs. The words echoed around his head. Why did Peter have to ruin everything? Harry had half a mind to go and kick Pettigrew where he lay. But he held against the urge and silently walked back to his bed.
Bloody Wormtail.
Harry fell asleep.
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Draco walked into the dorm late that night. Harry's bed was opened and he was sleeping silently on it.
Draco quickly walked over and put a hand on his shoulder ready to shake him awake when he remembered not to startle him. It was too late. Harry's face contorted in pain and Draco felt the world spinning around him.
He found himself in a large room. It was full of Death Eaters and Draco felt a sick wave of anger when he saw his dad at the head of the group with Voldemort and Wormtail.
He couldn't see what they were talking to, but whatever it was, it was making them mad.
Draco tried walked forward and found he just went through everyone, they didn't even notice him.
He walked to the front and gasped at what he saw.
Harry was there, wearing only a pair of bloodied pants that were covered in dirt mud and matted with blood.
But that wasn't the worst. His whole body was covered in open wounds, many looked infected and sore. So this was where he was that whole time. His hands were tied up to the wall with glowing purple cuffs.
"Now boy!" Draco was startled when he heard Voldemort's voice. "Which of these two should I give the pleasure of wrecking your precious little face first?"
Harry's eyes narrowed and he just stared at Voldemort.
"Answer me boy!" Voldemort hissed but Harry stayed still and Voldemort hit him with the Crucio curse.
Draco could tell Harry was trying not to scream, and he admired his courage, Harry didn't scream at all.
Lucius stepped forward at Voldemort's command and Draco wanted to curse him into oblivion. He noticed a ghostly figure standing at Harry's side. But he was just looking on painfully as well. It was Tom Riddle. It must have been the Voldemort inside Harry's head because he didn't seem at all mean, but looked concerned for Harry.
Harry let out a hiss of breath through his teeth as Lucius carved an intricate, jagged line in his jawbone. Draco started towards him, but that made Tom finally notice him and he moved towards Draco, who stepped back a little.
"Do not fear Dragon Boy." He said in a cheeky voice. "I'm not at all like that cruel bastard over there." He vaguely waved his hand in Voldemort's direction. "Well that's not true, I am him, but different. Oh, I can't explain it!"
"Are you the one whose spirit resides in Harry's body?" The spirit of Voldemort nodded, the good spirit.
Draco's attention was drawn back to Harry as Lucius moved away. The open wound stretched from his chin to the bottom of his ear and just a little behind. He felt sick when he noticed the white poking through was Harry's jawbone, it was even cut a little.
"Now will you tell us what we want to know?" Voldemort sneered.
"Drop dead." Harry spat, spitting up blood as he said it.
"Wormtail my friend?"
Pettigrew came forward and took out a jagged knife. This one would hurt.
Draco found he couldn't watch but he heard Harry's agonized gasping in an attempt not to scream, when suddenly he was back in the dorm.
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A gasp coming from near Harry's bed woke the Marauders and they saw Draco standing there, his eyes had gone white and glazed over, his face contorted in horror and pity and hatred. But it was Harry's face that scared them, though Draco's milky white eyes were scary.
Harry's face was contorted in pain, anger, loathing, fright, determination and more determination. It was scary how many emotions were coming through, even with his eyes closed. Every now and then Draco would mutter something incoherent, as would Harry.
They did hear one of each sentence though. Draco had said, "Are you the one whose spirit resides in Harry's body?" and Harry had uttered "Drop dead".
Then Harry sat up straight, sweat running down his forehead, eyes unseeing, and mouth opened in a silent scream. Draco's eyes went normal and he looked at Harry in horror, concern and pity.
"Harry I'm so sorry. I can't believe my dad did that to you!" He said as he wrapped his arms around Harry in a hug, but Harry didn't even seem to notice. He was touching his jawbone, moving the cloak away a little and revealing a large scar there. It stretched from just behind his ear to the middle of his chin.
"Oh my! What happened?" Sirius asked.
Then Draco turned around. Eyes full of anger and at first they thought he was going to get angry and curse Sirius, but his eyes went to Peter.
"You just wait. Your going to get you come up pence for that one. I can't believe you. Watch your back, I don't think Harry would be too pleased with you, wait til he comes out of that trance and you'll be dead." He spat on Peter's eye and left. Peter was quivering in his fluffy yellow slippers shaped as bunnies, and wiping the spit off his face.
Then Harry started to shake and they all looked to him. His eyes still weren't focused but the morning wind picked up and his hood started to blow around everywhere. They couldn't exactly see his eyes, but they weren't looking at anything.
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Harry stopped and James supposed he had forgotten something when he started to twitch and shake uncontrollably before falling backwards and hitting his back on the stairs with a loud crack. His arm lay limp beside him, the scarred hand twitching ever so slightly.
Then it stopped. Harry's back arched up as though he were in great pain and James could see him biting down on his lip, as though trying to stop a scream from escaping him.
His attempts were in vain however and for the second or third time that day Harry forced him to block his ears from the raw pain that echoed around the Common Room.
"AREN'T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING?" Someone yelled to Draco, it was Lily and she had tears streaming down her face. Bloody Evans, she'd never learn.
"THERE IS NOTHING I Can do." Draco said, lowering his voice as the scream died away and Harry lay on the floor with his eyes shut tightly (though the others couldn't see that) and his good hand balling into fists.
It felt like there was a great pressure beating against everyone in the room, like power that's been waiting to get out for so long. Did Harry cause that?
No way. He couldn't be that powerful. It must have just been the tense atmosphere.
James watched as Draco walked over and helped Harry up, who once was standing promptly fainted into Draco's arms, just as Professor Little and Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey rushed through the portrait hole.
"Is Harry alright Mr. Granger? Was that him screaming?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yup." Draco said as though they were talking about the weather. "He'll be fine though. Probably healing right now. He's got broken arm though." Draco said, motioning to his right arm that was bending oddly as Harry lay in his arms. "So much for going to bed." He snorted.
Everyone stared at him. How could he be so calm when someone, his cousin no less, had just had some sort of pain attack? The wind was swirling up around the two cousins giving them an eerie look.
James noticed that Evan's face was contorted in horror and concern, mingling with the tears on her face was the tiny bit of make-up she wore, it made her look pretty silly.
As the Professor's, Madame Pomfrey, Draco and the unconscious Harry who was now being carried by a distraught Little on a stretcher left the room, the tension left as well, and after the door closed nothing could have said that it had been there, apart from a few scattered parchments around where Draco and Harry had been standing.
About a minute later whilst people were all whispering about what had happened Harry came limping back in with Draco trying to catch him, even while he was limping though he was going pretty fast, but getting tired easily.
"I am NOT going to the hospital wing on the first day. I am NOT going to the hospital wing." Harry was saying determinedly. James wondered how on earth he could have been healed so quickly, his arm was still hanging limply from the side and it caused everyone to wonder how he couldn't notice the pain.
James also noticed that Harry's bottom half of the face wasn't covered and he couldn't help noticing that they had the exact same jaw line, how very odd. But that wasn't what caused him to look at the lips, for they had tooth marks in them and were bleeding.
Finally Draco caught up to him and put him under a full body bind.
"That will teach you. Madame Pomfrey would be so angry with you if you don't come." He said to Harry not taking any notice of the others. Harry's face was covered as he hovered out unwillingly after Draco.
"What a bloody odd pair!" Declared Arthur Weasley, a seventh year boy who just happened to be a prefect along with James, and unfortunately, Lily.
"Couldn't agree with you more!" Sirius said giving Arthur a high five. Arthur nodded.
"I wonder where they came from. They seem British, but Hogwarts is the only British school." Evan's trailed off.
"Who cares what you say bloody Carrot Head?" James snapped.
"James!" Remus said angrily.
"Don't worry Moony. He can go a screw himself." Lily snapped and walked up to the girls' dorms.
"Let's go see what Harry's up to?" Sirius suggested. "I don't trust him!"
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Harry sat on the hospital bed with a curtain around him, cradling his aching head. Power surges always had a bad aftereffect, and a headache was one of them. He also got a broken arm this time, but it couldn't be healed by magic since it was his own magic Power Surge that caused it.
"Cheer up Harold." Draco said.
"Shut up Dragon Boy, my name is NOT Harold. It is HARRY!"
Harry said, his head snapping up and his eyes glaring at Draco. Though Harry didn't realize it, he looked exactly like his father now, apart from the scar. Since this was the first time he'd been without his hood Draco seemed to pick up on it.
"I think brown was the wrong colour for your eyes. Potter's are just a little bit darker and you look the same exactly, apart from all your scars." Draco teased.
"Well then, I'll just have to change them wont I?" Harry said with a grin, not realizing that there were people watching through a crack in the curtains. He waved a hand over his face and became the spitting image of Draco Malfoy. "Better Draco?" Harry taunted.
"Yuck! I don't ever want you to look like me again!" Draco said, shielding his eyes in mock fright.
"Well, you know, I could easily stay like this and make people think I look just like you, only with some scars that are almost the same color as your skin anyway." Harry laughed.
"Take it off Harold."
"Make me Dragon Boy."
"I'll re-break your arm."
"I really am not worried."
"Just get back to your usual self. Please?" Draco said, trying to be nice. He noticed as Harry's eyes seemingly went misty and concentrated on a place in between his eyes. Probably talking to Voldemort again.
He nodded and laughed. "Now that would be funny!"
"What did he say?" Draco asked quickly, eyeing Harry suspiciously. He didn't notice as Harry waved his hand a little and Draco turned into himself, cloaked and all.
He looked down and said, "You brought me new clothes? Why is that funny? Granted, they are Gryffindor colored, but that doesn't make it too funny."
Harry then conjured up a mirror and Draco was afraid to look in it.
When he finally did he was furious. He whipped out his wand and started to curse Harry, but a shield erected around the now Malfoy looking Harry, causing the spells to bounce back onto the now Harry looking Malfoy.
Draco felt himself start growing boils on Harry's face and tried furiously to get them off. But he knew that Harry's shield only allowed Harry himself to undo the spells cast on it.
Draco tried to do the 'puppy dog eyes' that Harry was so good at; after all, it was his face, green eyes and everything.
"Awe, how could I wesist my own cute wittle face?" Harry asked in a singsong baby voice. He quickly muttered the counter curse and while he was at it turned Draco back into Draco, and himself back into himself.
"I wish Ginny were here, you may not be such a prat."
"Hey, I wouldn't get all snotty with me boy, otherwise I could just leave you here, you wont be able to get home without me." Harry taunted, he vaguely heard footsteps and the hospital door close. What on earth?
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"Did you see that? Or am I seeing things?" James asked Remus and Sirius, Peter hadn't come. (A/N luckily)
"Your not seeing things. He looked just like you. And did you see when he turned Draco into himself and himself into Draco? That's very advanced magic, I don't think even Dumbledore could do it." Sirius said in awe.
"Well, I want to know WHY he looked like you, and where he got all those scars from, AND what he meant by home. Also, do you guys know who Ginny is?"
"Nope."
"Never heard of her."
"Well, let's try and get the Map back off Filch tomorrow so we can see who they are. Bloody Peter! He had to get it confiscated didn't he?" James growled.
"I'm even more confused now then I was before. You don't have a long lost twin brother do you James?" Asked Sirius.
"Not that I know of. And certainly not one with that amount of magic."
"What's that?" Remus asked suddenly, pointing to a shadowed wall, where there was one shadow thicker than another moving along the wall, just ahead of them.
James, Remus and Sirius tried to catch up to it, but it kept going faster.
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'You know Harry,' Tom said, 'I think they saw and heard you. Uh oh, watch out they're coming.'
Harry tried sinking his body in with the shadows even more, but couldn't, so he held his arm cast and started silently running. After all a shadow can't make any sound.
He slipped through a gap in the portrait hole. It felt extremely strange when one was a shadow, though Harry believed he was the only one ever to master that.
Harry quietly walked along the wall and up to his dorm, Draco wouldn't find him, because no one would have seen him and couldn't tell him where to go. Bloody hospitals.
'They are only trying to help.' Tom chided. 'And anyway, don't you think Dragon Boy is going to get in trouble with your leaving.'
'He'll get over it.' Harry snapped as he quickly pulled himself into bed and put the curtains around.
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That night when James went to bed he felt a little uneasy. Dumbledore and Little had come in here looking for Harry, what if he was out working for he-who-must-not-be-named?
James shivered and looked over at Harry's bed. Were the curtains closed before?
He quickly got up and pulled the curtains away.
"What are you doing Prongs?" Came Remus sleepy question from across the room. James didn't answer. Harry was right there. Sleeping innocently as an angel. Even though it was covered, James couldn't get the picture of Harry's scared face out of his mind. Maybe Harry wasn't really that bad at all.
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Once Harry was sure everyone was asleep, he got up and cast a silent memory modifier on Moony, Padfoot and Prongs.
Moony, Padfoot and Prongs. The words echoed around his head. Why did Peter have to ruin everything? Harry had half a mind to go and kick Pettigrew where he lay. But he held against the urge and silently walked back to his bed.
Bloody Wormtail.
Harry fell asleep.
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Draco walked into the dorm late that night. Harry's bed was opened and he was sleeping silently on it.
Draco quickly walked over and put a hand on his shoulder ready to shake him awake when he remembered not to startle him. It was too late. Harry's face contorted in pain and Draco felt the world spinning around him.
He found himself in a large room. It was full of Death Eaters and Draco felt a sick wave of anger when he saw his dad at the head of the group with Voldemort and Wormtail.
He couldn't see what they were talking to, but whatever it was, it was making them mad.
Draco tried walked forward and found he just went through everyone, they didn't even notice him.
He walked to the front and gasped at what he saw.
Harry was there, wearing only a pair of bloodied pants that were covered in dirt mud and matted with blood.
But that wasn't the worst. His whole body was covered in open wounds, many looked infected and sore. So this was where he was that whole time. His hands were tied up to the wall with glowing purple cuffs.
"Now boy!" Draco was startled when he heard Voldemort's voice. "Which of these two should I give the pleasure of wrecking your precious little face first?"
Harry's eyes narrowed and he just stared at Voldemort.
"Answer me boy!" Voldemort hissed but Harry stayed still and Voldemort hit him with the Crucio curse.
Draco could tell Harry was trying not to scream, and he admired his courage, Harry didn't scream at all.
Lucius stepped forward at Voldemort's command and Draco wanted to curse him into oblivion. He noticed a ghostly figure standing at Harry's side. But he was just looking on painfully as well. It was Tom Riddle. It must have been the Voldemort inside Harry's head because he didn't seem at all mean, but looked concerned for Harry.
Harry let out a hiss of breath through his teeth as Lucius carved an intricate, jagged line in his jawbone. Draco started towards him, but that made Tom finally notice him and he moved towards Draco, who stepped back a little.
"Do not fear Dragon Boy." He said in a cheeky voice. "I'm not at all like that cruel bastard over there." He vaguely waved his hand in Voldemort's direction. "Well that's not true, I am him, but different. Oh, I can't explain it!"
"Are you the one whose spirit resides in Harry's body?" The spirit of Voldemort nodded, the good spirit.
Draco's attention was drawn back to Harry as Lucius moved away. The open wound stretched from his chin to the bottom of his ear and just a little behind. He felt sick when he noticed the white poking through was Harry's jawbone, it was even cut a little.
"Now will you tell us what we want to know?" Voldemort sneered.
"Drop dead." Harry spat, spitting up blood as he said it.
"Wormtail my friend?"
Pettigrew came forward and took out a jagged knife. This one would hurt.
Draco found he couldn't watch but he heard Harry's agonized gasping in an attempt not to scream, when suddenly he was back in the dorm.
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A gasp coming from near Harry's bed woke the Marauders and they saw Draco standing there, his eyes had gone white and glazed over, his face contorted in horror and pity and hatred. But it was Harry's face that scared them, though Draco's milky white eyes were scary.
Harry's face was contorted in pain, anger, loathing, fright, determination and more determination. It was scary how many emotions were coming through, even with his eyes closed. Every now and then Draco would mutter something incoherent, as would Harry.
They did hear one of each sentence though. Draco had said, "Are you the one whose spirit resides in Harry's body?" and Harry had uttered "Drop dead".
Then Harry sat up straight, sweat running down his forehead, eyes unseeing, and mouth opened in a silent scream. Draco's eyes went normal and he looked at Harry in horror, concern and pity.
"Harry I'm so sorry. I can't believe my dad did that to you!" He said as he wrapped his arms around Harry in a hug, but Harry didn't even seem to notice. He was touching his jawbone, moving the cloak away a little and revealing a large scar there. It stretched from just behind his ear to the middle of his chin.
"Oh my! What happened?" Sirius asked.
Then Draco turned around. Eyes full of anger and at first they thought he was going to get angry and curse Sirius, but his eyes went to Peter.
"You just wait. Your going to get you come up pence for that one. I can't believe you. Watch your back, I don't think Harry would be too pleased with you, wait til he comes out of that trance and you'll be dead." He spat on Peter's eye and left. Peter was quivering in his fluffy yellow slippers shaped as bunnies, and wiping the spit off his face.
Then Harry started to shake and they all looked to him. His eyes still weren't focused but the morning wind picked up and his hood started to blow around everywhere. They couldn't exactly see his eyes, but they weren't looking at anything.
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Like it? Hate it? Please leave a review! MUST HAVE THA REVIEWS!!! AAAARGGGHHHH Anyway, back to whatever I was going to write. Shivers, I forgot.. Uh. Anyway, hope you liked it. Next chapter should be out soon.