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Nicole08-yeah it's gonna get a little depressing but I promise that it'll brighten up (as soon as I think of a way)
Chapter Eight!!!
Chapter Eight: The Truth (sort of)
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The night found Draco lying on his back in the middle of the Quidditch field looking at the star filled sky.
He wanted to be alone right now, thinking about his feelings and try to fix them the way he'd like them to be. But he feared that he didn't want to change his feelings.
A warm breeze brushed past his skin, warming him and making him feel refreshed.
He kept remembering about visiting day, how Harry looked, he didn't look too weak like before, but he was still too skinny.
What scared him was the straight jacket; it made Harry look more insane than he already was.
Draco frowned at the night sky, trying to find the answer for why he even felt an attraction for Harry, because he knew it had to be more than the veela thing that made him start falling in love with Harry.
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It was dark and gloomy, Draco found himself in a kitchen, alone, he looked around, there were some dirty dishes in the sink, pots and pans lay on the stove, he wondered why he was sitting on the kitchen table.
He got up and walked out of the kitchen to the cafeteria, out of it and to the hall.
He opened the nearest door he came up to and went inside.
There were people inside, sleeping. Draco looked around, he saw Lockhart muttering things in his sleep, a man sleeping silently, a blonde woman humming lightly in her sleep, a young man giggling a little, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were muttering in their sleep too, Harry was the only one awake, he was staring at the ceiling, his eyes seemed to be emptier than ever.
Draco wanted to say something but soon realized he couldn't speak, he reached a hand out to Harry but he didn't see his hand at all.
He started to panic a little. 'Am I a ghost?' he thought, 'no, then I'd sort of see myself, what the fuck is going on!?'
He looked at Harry, trying to see if he noticed him, but he just kept staring at the ceiling.
That's when he felt his whole body become sleek and sharp. He felt himself shrink, floating to the skin on Harry's arm, he tried to pull away from the sudden contol over his body, but he found himself piercing into the boys' skin, making blood flow out.
The cutting went around Harry's arm, making shapes, words, lines. Draco kept tried to stop himself, stop the blood from coming out.
And then he DID stop, he fell on Harry's lap; Draco looked up at him and realized he'd fallen unconscious. He tried to scream, forced himself, but nothing came out, not even a whisper.
He heard rustling, he looked behind him and soon realized it was hard to do so, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing, a few minutes later someone turned on the lights.
Everyone slowly woke up confused; there was a scream from the blonde lady, quick talking and soothing.
A wiry haired woman ran to Harry's side, taking Draco away from him like he were some kind of.....................object.
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Someone was shaking his shoulder roughly; he opened his eyes and found himself back in the Quidditch pitch, Pansy beside him.
"Are you ok?" she asked quickly.
Draco nodded and looked at himself quickly, he could move again, and he could see himself.
"What the fu-I can talk again!"
"What?"
"Nothing, I just had a really bad nightmare."
"What were you doing out here?"
"Thinking."
"Oh. So what's the nightmare about?"
He frowned at her curiousnes but soon found himself telling her everything to the point where she shook her awake.He tried to hold back the rising intense fear and the somehow growing lump in his throat.
"It seemed too real; I don't think it was just a dream."
"Come on, we'd better tell old spectacles," said Pansy as she helped Draco stand up, "I mean, the same shit happened to Potter."
"What?"
"Last year, someone said something about him getting a vision in his sleep about the Weasley's father getting bitten by some snake. It was real."
Draco paled and hoped his nightmare wasn't real.
A yawn escaped from Dumbledore as he stood up to go to bed. There was a knock on the door, he sat back down sleepily, "come in," he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Pansy walked inside quickly, pulling Draco with her.
"Good evening sir, uh were you going to bed?"
"No, just working on some papers," he lied a bit cheerfully as he lifted a few papers. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"I think Draco had a vision."
"About what?"
Harry woke up in a different room, he was the only one inside the room, he looked around, it was almost empty, there was a door in front of him, it was a metal door with a small window.
He was still strapped to his bed, for once he tried to get out of the straps, he pulled and tugged, making the straps rip into his skin, he blinked and did it again, he started to bleed again.
The door opened and Alice walked in quickly. She took out her wand and unstrapped Harry from the bed.
"I'm sorry Harry, but you'll have to stop cutting yourself, do you know how bad it is to lose so much blood?"
She said a spell, the sleeves on Harry's sleeves grew until they covered his hands, they twisted to the back making it seem like Harry was hugging himself, he felt cords tie themselves on his back, he knew what Alice did, she turned his t-shirt into a straight jacket.
Draco and Pansy waited as Dumbledore spoke to one of the pictures of old headmasters and headmistresses.
Dilys Derwent nodded and walked away, vanishing from her portrait.
Dumbledore turned back to the two Slytherins. "Dilys is now checking if your dream was real," he said, Draco noticed a bit of worry in his voice.
"Was this the same thing that happened to Potter because all I know is the vision part," said Pansy.
"Yes, this did happen to Harry, but he saw his vision through Voldemort's snake."
Pansy did an unexpected flinch at the sound of his name. "So Draco saw this through You-Know-Who? Or something?"
"No. If the dream was real then there's a connection between Harry and Draco's minds, it makes both see what the other is doing that probably acquires an emergency; it also clearly proves that Harry is your mate, Draco."
He didn't say anything; he looked at the empty portrait of Dilys Derwent, waiting to see her come back with any news.
She came back quickly, a bit out of breathe, Dumbledore turned to her.
"Something happened, I asked a few Healers and they said that Potter's found a way to cut himself without actually freeing himself from his bed, something about mind control."
Draco paled; he looked from Pansy to Dumbledore, afraid, confused and guilty.
"They said he's in a special room under heavy watch."
Draco looked at the floor, he didn't care anymore, about forcing himself to change his feelings, about his veela side, about anything, all he cared about now was Harry.
Pansy looked at Draco, she didn't know what to do now, he looked too upset, defenseless, she wanted to help him but she didn't know how.
The next day Ron and Hermione found out what happened from Pansy, at first they were surprised she was being nice to them but now their worry for Harry grew more than it already was.
"We have to see him," Ron said at once.
"We can't," Pansy looked a bit uncomfortable, "that Dilys woman, she said he's not aloud visitors, at least not if they're like Dumbledore's age or something."
"Why?" Hermione nearly shrieked.
"Because, they say something about a mind control he seems to have, they think he can control human's minds if he can control objects, which would mean he could be able to get someone who's not learned much occlumency or whatever to get him a knife or something."
The two Gryffindors fell silent and paled a bit.
"I'm sorry," Pansy nearly muttered, staring at the floor.
"Where's Malfoy?" Hermione asked, a bit surprised at the Slytherins' apology, Pansy blinked.
"I don't know, the last time I saw him he was headed to the Quidditch field."
"Come with us, I think I missed something in that book about veela and their mates," Hermione grabbed Pansy's hand and ran off to the library, quickly followed by Ron.
'What the fuck?' was all Pansy thought as she let herself get pulled by the bushy haired Gryffindor, 'I'm turning soft, seriously.'
The Quidditch field always seemed to bring peace to Draco, especially since the warm breezes passed by more there.
He looked up at the sky, frowning at it. He wanted to know how Harry was doing, if there was a possible way he could see him.
"Malfoy!"
Draco closed his eyes and tried to ignore the call.
"Malfoy I've got to tell you something."
Draco sighed and sat up; he looked at the direction where Neville was running to him.
"What?" he said almost lazily, if none of anything recent happened he'd hex Neville on the spot for bothering him, but he didn't feel like doing it now.
"Your mother's sent me a letter."
"What?" confusion filled him.
"Would you quit saying 'what' you're not deaf you know."
Draco blinked at the sudden remark.
"Your mother told me the truth."
"What truth?"
"About why I'm always forgetting things."
"Why the hell would she know? And why are you telling me?"
"Don't you know? She's a spy for our side-"
"WHAT!?"
"Are you an old man!? She told me the truth, she said I had memory problems because she hit me with a bad memory charm, she said she had to do it because if she didn't then I'd end up like my parents."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm not finished, if I'd end up like my parents then there'd be no way for me to help Harry defeat You-Know-Who."
"YOU have to help him?"
"Yeah, because I have this power inside me that You-Know-Who is after! If I have to help Harry defeat HIM then he has to get better which is why your mom told me to tell you to help Harry."
"......................YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY ALL THAT STUFF!!"
"Yes I did, you're the third piece of the mother fucking puzzle!"
"Did you just say-wait-what?"
"You're the third piece, the first was friendship, Ron and Hermione, the second is me, the weapon, and the third is you, Love."
Draco blushed brightly. "What does this puzzle have to do with defeating Voldemort?"
Neville flinched at the name. "Everything, You-Know-Who's been after this weapon so he could use it against Harry, he doesn't know it's in me, the friendships stronger than you think, it's the only reason Harry's survived last year, right now he needs you because you're the last piece to complete him, you're a veela, he's part veela, not to mention part vampire, the connection's more stronger."
Draco frowned, he forgot about the vampire part, then it hit him. He stood up and ran away, he needed the library, now.
"Hey wait! Where're you going!" Neville shouted.
"LIBRARY!" Draco shouted.
Um.........................what'cha think? I think I spelled 'proves' wrong lol