A/N: This idea came to me suddenly during the middle of the night. IT IS
ALL ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, SO DON'T SAY I DIDN'T
WARN YOU!
Disclaimer: I don't own it. It's all J. K. Rowling's.
Summary: Since Sirius's death, Harry has refused to speak. No one quite knows when it began, but when Harry drug himself to school, that seemed to be the most he was capable of. He quit the Quidditch team, and rarely did his homework. He just lay on his bed. Draco's getting annoyed.
Prologue: Draco's Reason
I know, you're probably thinking, Draco Malfoy? Help Harry Potter? Well, I wouldn't call it helping. Not at all. I don't care, if he wants to clam up, that's his business. But, I kinda miss fighting with him, and Quidditch just won't be as fun without him to play Gryffindor Seeker.
Don't get me wrong, I don't like him.but I don't hate him. I figure if I can't be his friend.well, everyone needs a rival. Someone to keep them on their toes. That's what I am, everyone knows that.
You remember way back in our first year, when I offered to show him the ropes? You know, be his friend? At the time, all I wanted was to have the Boy-Who-Lived on my side, to have the power. I'm a Malfoy; I was raised that way.
At the time, when he refused my hand, I wasn't.sad.just angry. After all, no one had ever flat out refused me before.it was a new experience. Over the course of that year, I watched him. I played the part of his enemy, but deep down, that really hurt me. I realized that I did want to be his friend, and I was jealous. So, I became his rival. If I can't be his friend, I can at least still be involved in his life.
We fought about everything. If he liked something, I hated it, no matter what my true feelings were. But I kept finding myself wondering what it would be like to be his friend. Over time, I fell more and more into the role, my jealousy consuming me. My father was proud. I was becoming more like him every day.
Last year, all that changed. I realized his life wasn't so simple. I felt sorry for him. I wanted more than ever to drop the charade, to beg his forgiveness, and be his friend. But, I couldn't.he.no matter what my plan was, I just couldn't muster the courage.
After he landed my dad in Azkaban, well, I was angry, sure.but I know Lucius deserved it. When I faced off against Potter, I knew something had changed, but I still don't know what caused the change. He's much different. But he changed again. He went from quiet, to ready to fight, to absolute silence and solitude. His attitude is one of.well I can't shake the feeling that he might off himself at any moment.
And it's really starting to bug me! I do hereby, solemnly swear that I, Draco Malfoy, will make Harry Potter talk once more. Do you hear that? By the end of this school year, he will be back to normal. That is my solemn duty!
Disclaimer: I don't own it. It's all J. K. Rowling's.
Summary: Since Sirius's death, Harry has refused to speak. No one quite knows when it began, but when Harry drug himself to school, that seemed to be the most he was capable of. He quit the Quidditch team, and rarely did his homework. He just lay on his bed. Draco's getting annoyed.
Prologue: Draco's Reason
I know, you're probably thinking, Draco Malfoy? Help Harry Potter? Well, I wouldn't call it helping. Not at all. I don't care, if he wants to clam up, that's his business. But, I kinda miss fighting with him, and Quidditch just won't be as fun without him to play Gryffindor Seeker.
Don't get me wrong, I don't like him.but I don't hate him. I figure if I can't be his friend.well, everyone needs a rival. Someone to keep them on their toes. That's what I am, everyone knows that.
You remember way back in our first year, when I offered to show him the ropes? You know, be his friend? At the time, all I wanted was to have the Boy-Who-Lived on my side, to have the power. I'm a Malfoy; I was raised that way.
At the time, when he refused my hand, I wasn't.sad.just angry. After all, no one had ever flat out refused me before.it was a new experience. Over the course of that year, I watched him. I played the part of his enemy, but deep down, that really hurt me. I realized that I did want to be his friend, and I was jealous. So, I became his rival. If I can't be his friend, I can at least still be involved in his life.
We fought about everything. If he liked something, I hated it, no matter what my true feelings were. But I kept finding myself wondering what it would be like to be his friend. Over time, I fell more and more into the role, my jealousy consuming me. My father was proud. I was becoming more like him every day.
Last year, all that changed. I realized his life wasn't so simple. I felt sorry for him. I wanted more than ever to drop the charade, to beg his forgiveness, and be his friend. But, I couldn't.he.no matter what my plan was, I just couldn't muster the courage.
After he landed my dad in Azkaban, well, I was angry, sure.but I know Lucius deserved it. When I faced off against Potter, I knew something had changed, but I still don't know what caused the change. He's much different. But he changed again. He went from quiet, to ready to fight, to absolute silence and solitude. His attitude is one of.well I can't shake the feeling that he might off himself at any moment.
And it's really starting to bug me! I do hereby, solemnly swear that I, Draco Malfoy, will make Harry Potter talk once more. Do you hear that? By the end of this school year, he will be back to normal. That is my solemn duty!