Title: Emotion Sickness

Author: Miss T

Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.

Rating: PG13, so far

Main characters: Draco, Harry

Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it

Notes: *dramatic music* dum da duuuum – well here's the 7th chapter – hope you like it, maybe I should change the theme to action/adventure? *shrugs*

Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.

Dedicated to: everyone who reviews my work. It's deeply valued and appreciated.

Emotion Sickness

Chapter 7 - Continue to Exist

Draco could feel the woods get darker around him, could feel the distant muttering of the wind sweep over his face making him realise just how cold it really was. The air felt like it was forcing itself down his throat, suffocate him and give him that sickly green feeling that buzzed round in his head.

His voice cracked as he spoke, making him sound hoarse and positively petrified, "L…lost?!"

His head was spinning – it was as if the world had spun around and he was left standing the wrong way up. The woods suddenly seemed bigger, creepier and impossible to get out of alive.

He glanced at Harry's pain-stricken face, who was clutching onto is shoulder and on the verge of falling over. Rapidly wrapping his skinny arm underneath Harry's back, he held him up and looked into the fear held in the raven haired boy's eyes.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Harry whispered, wincing in pain.

Draco struggled to think of anything to say, all he could think of was the fact that it was entirely his own fault. His bottom lip began to quiver and he let out a small whimper.

"Harry… I – it's my fault!"

Harry's face turned stern and he straightened himself up, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and turning to face Draco. Without knowing what he was doing, he held both of his hand's to the other boys face and kept them there firmly.

"DRACO! This is NOT your fault! I told you before! Stop being such a baby and pull yourself together! If we want to get out of here alive then we're going to have to be strong – and I know we can do it" Harry's eyes were glowing with determined green energy as he yelled at Draco.

Pulling away from Harry's embrace, Draco roughly wiped his cheeks and held his head up. "You're right, Potter. We have to get out of here before it gets too dark."

But before the boys knew it, the sky had already loomed into shadows, amid the glint of fear they both held in their eyes.



After a while the pain in Harry's shoulder began to ebb, and he was just left with a pounding head ache where he hit his head off the ground.

The boys had been walking for what seemed like hours, Draco's arm strongly gripping tight around Harry's back to support him, but no matter how far they walked, the woods just seemed to get deeper and deeper.

*We're never going to make it* Harry thought silently to himself, fighting back his tears. *Who am I kidding?*

Just then, Draco spotted an unusual clearing about 10 yards from where they had been walking. In the midst of the circular patch of bare forest floor lay what appeared to be a well.

"Water." Harry gasped, surprised to hear the rough edges to his croaky voice.

Letting go of Draco and trudging hurriedly over to the brim of the well, he peered into it's depths only to see a never ending pitch of darkness, and a long piece of white rope falling into it's bottomless depths.

Draco was now staring at the well with Harry, standing at the opposite end of him.

"What do you suppose is down there?" Draco glared into the darkness.

"With any luck, water" Harry breathed, and reached up eagerly to the rope.

Draco had to step back as the high pitched squealing from the well soared into the air as Harry tugged on the rope.

Clutching onto both of his ears he watched in disbelieve at Harry seemed to be dragged and swallowed into the well by the rope in his hands.

"HARRY!!" He bellowed, and rushed forward, hands still clinging onto his ears as he looked down frantically into the well.

But it was the same endless darkness as it was before, now only Harry wasn't looking at it with him.

Panting nervously and throwing caution and his anxiety to the wind, Draco grasped for the rope that was once in Harry's own hand, and felt himself be sucked into a whirlwind of darkness. After that, it was only falling for a long, long time…



Snape paced swiftly back and forth the entrance to Ravenclaw tower, looking at his watch every now and then frowning.

*Two minutes. Five minutes. Fifteen minutes late.*

"I put my utter faith in those two boys and this is how they repay me" He muttered to himself, furious that neither Harry nor Draco had shown up on time.

It was getting to an hour, and Snape was beginning to get worried. He had already asked Hagrid to check the Quidditch pitch, and had checked the Great Hall and the library himself but still there was no sign of the pair of detentionees.

Professor McGonagall nearly jumped out of her skin when he came blasting into her office at half past six that night, red faced and panting. "It's the boys," He breathed. "They're missing."



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