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A/N: Yet another story, but the first one I'm posting here. And the first HP story I intend to make longer than few chapters. The idea just came to me while I was reading Vampire Lestat. Why, I have no idea! ^_^  Oh, and this story is slash, just to make it clear. So if you're not too fond of it, then please, leave! Just one more thing; I'm looking for a beta, since English isn't my first language.

Don't Speak, I Understand

By: Rani-Panthera

Chapter 1: The Potion

Harry was walking to Potions trough the silent corridors of Hogwarts. He knew he was late, almost fifteen minutes already, but he didn't care. Hermione and Ron had been looking for him before the class begun, but he had used his invisibility cloak to keep himself hidden. He didn't want to be with them all the time, from sunrise to sunset. He wanted to have some time alone.

No, that wasn't true. He did want to be with his friends, more than anything. He wanted to tell them why he'd been so silent lately. Why he didn't care if he was doing well with his studies anymore, why he didn't care if he ate enough or not.

And he didn't want to be alone. When he was, the voices in his head; Cedric, his parents, Dumbledore, all the people he knew started to speak. They told him what he already knew he was: freak, murderer, monster. Over and over again.

Harry didn't hear them when he was with other people, with his friends. And it was a relieve, a blessing. But he didn't deserve that relieve, that silence in his head he so loved. Not after what he'd done.

He needed to hear those voices constantly to remind him of what he was, what he had done and why it was the right thing to do to withdraw from his friends and from the world in general.

Harry didn't deserve friends like Ron and Hermione. He was a murderer. He had killed Cedric. He only caused trouble and his friends suffered because of it when, in reality, it was his fault. It was for the best for everybody if he'd be alone, so that the others would be save. So that he wouldn't got them killed too.

Finally Harry arrived to the door of the Potions class. He slowly opened it and stepped inside. The first thing he saw was the sneering face of professor Snape.

"Potter, where have you been? 30 points from Gryffindor for your laziness. And do not let this happen again!" Snape snarled angrily.

Harry simply stared the wall next to Snape's head and let the angry words wash over him. This is what I deserve, he repeated in his mind. Yelling, insults. Only Snape seems to realize that, he always has. The others treat me the way they do even when they know what I have done because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. Only because I defeated Voldemort once are they willing to forgive me. But it's not real, I still know what they think of me. It was my fault that Cedric is now dead.

Snape had stopped his speech which contained many insults and threads. He looked at the parchment in his hand and smiled maliciously.

"As I already told the rest of the class, today we are going to make a potions which will allow two people to speak telepathically. Potter, you will be doing this potion with Malfoy."

And with that, the potions master moved to the next unlucky person who happened to be Neville. As Harry walked to the front of the classroom where Malfoy was sitting, he could hear Snape ordering Neville to work with Pansy.

Poor Neville, Harry thought, Pansy is almost as bad as Potions as he is. Still, if the potions goes wrong, Neville will be the one paying for it.

Harry stopped next to Malfoy's table and sat on the empty chair. Malfoy glared at him, but there was also something else in his eyes. The other boy was pleased because of something. Harry didn't know much about the potion they were going to make, since he was late, but he was fairly sure it wasn't going to be the nicest experience of his life.

Was the other one who drank the potion able to read the others mind? Hear his thoughts?

The idea wasn't pleasant. He had far too many secrets and things he hadn't told anyone to be comfortable with the thought that someone, especially Malfoy, would be able to find out about them. Maybe that's why Snape ordered Harry to work with Malfoy. So that the latter one would have an opportunity to get even more things to insult and embarrass Harry with.

With a sight Harry started to work with the ingredients on the table while Malfoy set the cauldron ready.

This is what I deserve, Harry reminded himself, defeated.

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