AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay people, here's the game plan. I am going to start another one, just to try and get my creative juices flowing. Don't know what it's titled yet, but just bear with me. If you like this one, hopefully you'll like the other one.

The Second Attack

"He said someone was defecting?" asked Draco, not believing.

"No he said that there was probably someone defecting," Harry corrected, casting furtive glances around to make sure that no one could hear. He had come back inside the castle and, with a lot of apologies to Anya, dragged his friend into the shadows.

"Look, don't worry about it now. I can ask Father about it soon enough. But let me get back to Leslie. She's about to get angry with me. So, try and have some fun," Draco pleaded, but he didn't really look like he was having fun. Harry had seen him walk in from outside and his eyes betrayed him. Lucius had said something to him to make him shift his glances away from his brother.

"Draco, what did Father say to you?" Harry asked, worried. Draco shrugged and tried to walk off, but Harry grabbed his arm.

"Let go of me!" Draco cried softly, but didn't struggle.

"What did he say to you?" Harry repeated.

"That I need to get good grades."

Harry tightened his grip on his brother and gazed fiercely into his eyes. They shown with fear.

"What are you so afraid of, my brother? Of me? Why? What would you have done to make me angry? Do you have a guilty conscience?"

"No. I don't," Draco answered. His eyes shifted to Anya who stood watching by the wall. She whirled around and ran away. Harry turned and followed her with his gaze.

"Where's she going? What is she doing?" Harry demanded. By this time, the entire dance had stopped to watch the two boys. Before Draco could answer Harry's question, a spell sounded out and Harry collapsed onto his terrified brother.

He awoke again in the hospital wing. The room was empty save for Madame Pomfrey bustling about the beds, rearanging the sheets and straightening the pillows. Harry sat up, his vision blurred. Madame Pomfrey, her senses instantly alert, turned to face him.

"Oh, Mr. Potter. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Bad," Harry groaned and rubbed his forehead.

"Yes, that does tend to happen when you are stupefied by two wizards at once."

"Two?"

"Yes, your father and Snape. They both hit you at the same time. We thought that they had killed you, but you started to breathe again," she explained, walking over to his bed.

"So can I go now? I want to see my brother and Anya."

"I'm afraid that you are going home for the holidays. Anya has already left and your things are packed. Your father will be here to pick you up shortly." Harry groaned and shoved his face into his pillow. Lucius was going to be a nut case all holiday.