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Chapter Ten!!!
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Chapter Ten: Beautiful
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He ran through the halls that lead to the Slytherin dungeons, he was running so fast that he almost fell when he screeched to a stop.
"Serpent!" he panted, the stone door slid open and he ran inside, hoping that it was really him and not his veela side that was urging him to hurry.
"Chew and swallow," said Alice as she got another forkful of chicken. Harry chewed his food for a while then swallowed.
Gary and Sara stood on the other side of the door, looking through the window, curious to know how Harry was being treated.
"He scares me sometimes," said Sara, she shrank a little then shuddered.
"He scares me all the time," said Gary shaking his head, "he cuts himself AND he follows people's orders except talking, what a weirdo."
"There you are," sighed Felix, he almost jogged to the two, "what are you two doing here you're supposed to be at the cafeteria."
"Bathroom!" Sara said suddenly, Felix raised an eyebrow.
"We just wanted to see how Harry was doing," said Gary, making puppy dog eyes.
"Well you still shouldn't be here, you're not permitted."
"Why not?" pouted Sara.
"Because he can control your minds."
"Our minds," gasped Gary grasping his head, Sara gasped and gripped her head too, "he's eeeeevil!!!!"
Both burst out laughing loudly. Felix sighed, "he's not evil, he's just like both of you."
"Yeah but crazier, you know COOKOO!!"
"COOKOO!" repeated Sara, dancing a little.
"Come on lets go to the cafeteria, than after that you can draw."
"Draw!" Gary exclaimed happily.
"I wanna paint!" Sara nearly shouted.
"Ok fine, AFTER you eat you lunch."
Felix took Gary and Sara away from the door and to the cafeteria.
He opened his trunk and looked for it, his stuff was being thrown out, smashing on the floor, he didn't care about them anymore, he only cared for Harry right now.
He found it shining in the sun that somehow sneaked in the trunk; Draco grabbed it and put it safely inside his Quidditch robes, grabbed his broom, opened the window, and flew out of Hogwarts, into the morning sky.
"Looks like you'll have to eat your ass," said Ron almost uneasily as he watched Draco fly away on his broom.
"Shut up I was kidding," frowned Hermione, she looked at everyone at the audience, to Dumbledore, she could barely see him but knew he sat calmly in his chair.
"Should we go after him?" asked Neville.
"No," said Blaise and Pansy almost at the same time.
"This is between Draco and Ha-Harry, wow I said it," blinked Pansy.
"What's he gonna try to do?" Ron asked.
"I don't know."
"Lets just hope it works then," said Blaise, he turned to the rest of the Gryffindor team, "why don't we just SHARE the cup?"
Parvati gawked, Dean blinked, Neville nodded, Ginny nearly fainted, Hermione and Ron nodded and smiled, Seamus fainted right there on the spot.
Trying hard not to be noticed Draco landed in an alley near the entrance to St. Mungo's.
The streets were almost empty, probably because the muggles were out working and not shopping like on the weekends.
He quickly went to the store, Purge and Dowse Ltd, and leaned into the glass, "I'm here to see Harry Potter," he said quickly in almost a whisper.
The dummy nodded and beckoned its finger, Draco quickly walked through, into the reception room of St. Mungo's, it was crowded as usual but not too crowded, the Welcome Witch was helping a few people in line where to go for their problem or visit.
He skipped it and went through the double doors, along a corridor, ignoring the questioning looks of Healers as he passed them, up the stairs to the fourth floor where a few patients walked around with their Healers.
Draco didn't know where to go; he didn't want to ask any of the Healers because he knew he wasn't aloud to see Harry.
"Silly, creepy, Potter the cutter, silence person of St. Muuuungoooo's," sang Sara as she danced lightly past Draco.
"What?" his ears perked up, he turned to Sara who was humming and dancing away, "wait!" he ran after her, she stopped dancing when he ran in front of her.
"Heeeelloooo little boy," she said cheerfully as she patted his head.
Draco tried hard to ignore what she just did and said. "Do you know where Harry Potter is now?" he knew she wasn't a Healer, he already saw her on his last visit.
"Yup! But you can't see him because the Healers say so," nodded Sara, she looked at him from up and down, "why are you dressed funny? You look like a yellow haired green monster."
"Where is he?"
"Who?"
"Harry!" conscious that he said his first name.
"Oh, I can't tell you the Healer's said so."
"Well I CAN see him," he lied quickly, "I'm here to see how he's doing; I'm a Healer too, but from a different hospital."
"OOOOOHHHH!" she looked at his broom, "you flew here?" she pointed to Draco's broom.
He realized he still had it with him, "yeah! I flew here, now can you tell me where Harry is?"
"Umm," there was a pause, Sara put her finger over her mouth in thought, "he's in the guarded ward, somewhere back there, it's really far though," she pointed behind her.
"Thanks," he ran past her, as fast as he could, hoping none of the Healers would catch him.
Alice stood up and stretched, Harry was still awake, looking at his arms that were wrapped around him in the straight jacket.
"Please talk," she almost pleaded, he didn't answer, "don't you want to leave? Nod or shake your head."
He nodded.
"Then you have to talk, you have to get better, do you know how many people are worried about you?"
He didn't answer, he was already annoyed that everyone kept saying that like he had no ears. Alice sighed and sat back down on her chair, she looked at the book that lay next to her, picked it up and started to read it.
Another presence entered him, at first he thought it was Voldemort but it felt different, it was warm, anxious, worried, he knew it was him, but he didn't know why he was here.
"Ok everyone, who wants to go first? How was everyone's day?" asked Enica.
"Weird," said Mrs. Longbottom at once.
"Why?"
"Me and Frank kept getting visions of this crazy woman with her stick-I mean wand at us."
Enica blinked. "What did she look like?"
"Um, black hair; she was laughing a lot, you know, like when Sara laughs when Gary trips or something."
"Hey!" Sara and Gary said indignantly.
"What else do you remember?"
"Umm..............that's it."
"Ok, John how about you? How was your day?"
He didn't answer; he stared blankly ahead of him. Enica sighed.
"John just talking, please."
Still no answer.
"John?"
'He's here.'
"What?"
Nothing.
"John? Did you say something?"
"Uh, I think you're the one who's turning crazy," said Gary, "he didn't say aaanything."
Enica blushed in embarrassment. "Well then, how was YOU'RE day, Gary?"
"FUN! We wanted to see Harry but Felix took us to the cafeteria, we ate, then painted and drew!"
"We?"
"Sara and me."
"OooOOOooo," went Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and Lockhart.
"Shut up!"
"You DO know that you shouldn't have been at the guarded ward, right?" asked Enica almost warningly.
"We just wanted to see him," said Sara using her puppy dog eyes.
"Well next time try to remember to stay away."
"We know that he cuts himself, but why is he in the guarded ward? He only cut himself once," shrugged Lockhart.
"He controlled a sharp object with his mind, we can't risk him controlling your minds, he also needs to stay in the night as well."
'Ouch.'
"Did you say something?" Enica turned to John.
"You're turning crazy again," Sara said in a creepy voice.
"I thought he said something," Enica blushed again, "so how was your day Sara?"
"It was FUN! I got to paint, paint! PAINT! Oh, and there was this Healer from a different hospital who came to visit Harry when I was on my way here."
"Really?" Enica blinked, "no one told me about a Healer coming here, what was the healers' name?"
"I dunno, but he was in a real hurry to see Harry, he was dressed funny but he said that's how Healer's dress in his hospital."
"What's the name of his hospital?"
"He didn't say."
"What was he dressed in?"
"It was all green, well except his boots, they were brown, and his pants were sort of white, he had on this green cape thing..................OH! And he flew here too."
"Flew here? On a broom?"
"Yup, he was kinda cute too," she giggled, Gary gave her an odd look.
"Can you describe him?"
"Well he had yellow hair, it sorta looked a bit silver too, he was pale and-"
"How old do you think he is?"
"I dunno, he looked younger than you."
"You didn't tell him where there the guarded ward was at, did you?"
"Yup, I did, I was helping!"
"Oh fu-dear!" Enica stood up, "today's session's cut short, I'll see you all tomorrow." She gestured for the Healers who were standing by to come. "Felix, go check if there's a teenager in the guarded ward, I think Sara told him where Harry's at," she whispered.
"What!?"
"Shh! just go."
"Katharine," Felix turned to the leaving Healer, "can you watch over Gary and Sara for a while?" she nodded, a bit confused.
"Gary, Sara, come with us," she said, gesturing to herself and John, "we're going to the library."
"The library? WHY!?" they both whined.
"Oh come on, it's nice to try new things everyday, but you have to be very quiet."
Sara and Gary grumpily went with the two silent people.
Felix quickly walked out of the session room and almost ran to the guarded ward.
Looking through the window, Draco saw Alice sitting in her chair reading a book while Harry was staring at the end of his bed.
The door was locked, he tried 'Alohomora' but that didn't work, he expected that.
He thought of different unlocking spells, trying to think of the strongest one. He pointed his wand at the door knob.
"Lockarta," he muttered, a small spark emitted from the end of the wand and hit the doorknob, nothing happened. He sighed and kept doing other spells, wondering why Alice wasn't coming to the door to shun him away.
"Jesus Christ! The only spell left is Abrier!" he muttered angrily, a very small red spark shot out of his wand and to the doorknob, the door opened easily, "it had to be the weakest one," he muttered dully.
"Hey!" Alice stood up, putting the book down, "you shouldn't be here," she made to walk to him.
He raised his wand to her, "Pertrificus Totalus," he said almost quietly; Alice stopped, stood up solid straight and fell back, hitting the floor like a stiff board.
"Oh my god," said Felix when he got in the room, Draco turned to him, wand raised; Felix reached for his wand but was too slow.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Felix floated in the air, Draco jabbed the wand ahead, and Felix flew out of the room, lightly hitting the wall. Draco closed the door and hit it with a powerful locking spell.
He turned to Harry; he was still looking at the end of the bed.
"Harry, look at me," he said almost quietly.
He looked up at him, not showing the shock of hearing him say his first name. Draco moved closer and untied the bonded sleeves, freeing Harry of his tight hug; he unstrapped the straps that bonded Harry to his bed. Draco took a few steps away.
"Are you going to control my mind?" no answer, "nod or shake your head."
He shook his head slowly.
"Good because I don't want you controlling me while I cut myself."
"Ouch," muttered Felix as he rubbed his bottom. He looked up at the door and quickly looked through the window. "Oh shit," he muttered.
He just saw Draco take out a knife from his robes knife.
Felix tried to open the door with any type of unlocking spell he could think of but the door wouldn't open.
"Whoa," Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom blinked; they sat up from their drawings and stayed silent for a while.
"What is it?" asked their Healer, Helga.
"We got another vision..................." said Mr. Longbottom, "'bout a baby crying."
"It was really dark," said Mrs. Longbottom, she frowned then smiled quickly, "oh well, it's nothing."
Helga eyed them both suspiciously.
"Helga," Enica came running to her, "did you hear anything from Felix?"
"No why?"
"A teenager's in the guarded ward, Felix went to check if he's there but he hasn't come back."
"He's probably still looking around."
"The teenager's looking for Harry."
"But he'll got his mind controlled by Harry!"
"He's got a knife," Felix came running quickly to the two Healers, "he locked the door with some sort of spell, I couldn't get through."
"He has a knife?" gaped Helga.
"Who is he?" Enica asked quickly.
"Draco Malfoy, he came here before remember?"
"Lucius Malfoy's son? And he has a knife?" Enica looked a bit hysterical, "come on, we're knocking that door down," she grabbed Felix's wrist and ran off leaving Helga nerve achingly worried.
He placed the blade of the knife against the pale skin on his arm, pressing gently and dragging it a little, the stinging pain tingled up his arm.
Harry watched as if in a trance as blood slowly bloomed out of the cut that Draco made, it felt weird to see this.
For the first time in such a long uncounted time, an emotion finally entered him, growing higher and higher, making him feel it go all the way to the end of his toes. Fear and horror embraced him, scaring him, screaming at him.
Draco made another cut, ignoring the pain as best as he could. This time the cut was deeper, more blood slowly crawled out, not stopping or slowing down. Harry wanted to stop it, to stop Draco from doing this to himself.
It was like someone had placed a mirror between Draco and Harry. He could see himself cutting himself like Draco was now.
The urge to cut was becoming less, he felt like he was lifting himself from the hole he made, but he still wasn't completely out.
He wanted to be free, out of St. Mungo's, to be back to his ordinary life, to stop the cutting that Draco was making.
"Sssss....................."
A third cut was made on the other arm, not too deep though, but the fourth cut made up for it, blood was staining his arms, making a dull and stinging pain.
"Ssst............."
He felt a little dizzy now, but he didn't stop the cutting. He could here the Healers outside trying to open the door, but the noise was slowly fading away.
"Ssss...............ss.........ssstop."
"What?" Draco looked up at Harry; he looked tired, scared, his eyes were beginning to water as well as his.
Harry put a hand over the hand that was holding the knife, that already had its blade dirty with blood.
"........................Please........................stop."
Nothing else sounded more beautiful to Draco.
Umm.....................I'm not sure if that exactly counts as reverse psychology....................oh well, I tried (shrugs).............................
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