Title: Nella Fantasia

Author: Gia

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Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Time: 5th Year

Summary: During the first day of Potions Class, Draco refuses to take a Blinding Potion, insisting that Harry do it instead. For reasons of his own, Snape will not allow this and even threatens to take away house points. So, in retaliation, Draco improvised. He drank the potion but did not swallow. Instead, he kissed Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: How are you all? Fine? That's good! I'm sorry for the long wait, but at least the chapter came, right?

IMPORTANT: Just a note to the reviewers out there who have been with this story since the beginning, you'll notice I've compressed the chapters so that there's a long, single day for each chapter. Meaning they'll all be longer from now on. To the new reviewers who are just reading this, it's okay if you don't know what I'm talking about. It isn't important! XD

Guide to the story -

DAYS: The duration of Harry's blindness will be 44 days. Not every single day will be written out, instead, it may skip a week or a couple of days. All in consecutive order!

Day 8

The passing days always dawned bright and early, although Harry could hardly see this due to obvious reasons. Harry sat upright and eased himself off the bed, keeping his left hand out. He let his fingers trail along the bed, so he had a sense of where he was going. Having walked a few paces, he finally made it to the bathroom door.

"I'm getting better at this, no more bumps, no more tripping, things are looking up---"

THUD

For the small handful of times he needed to go, it seemed walking straight past the toilet and into the wall hadn't lost it's appeal to Harry's already bruising head.

"I swear that toilet moves itself just to spite me!"

Draco was definitely not a morning person. The bright sun, chirping birds, it made him want to yell 'Kill me now!' The only thing that got him through the cheery morning was---

THUD

Grinning to himself, he was glad that at least one thing went right. His morning exercise of charming the toilet to move away from Harry was certainly amusing, and it always gave him time to think of sarcastic remarks to tell Harry. It was all just fun, and it certainly lost it's cold edge when Harry seemed to take it offensively, especially when he had mentioned the toilet having some aversion to Harry's arse.

Flashback

"That's the third time it's moved! Do you have something to do with this Malfoy?!"

"Of course not, Potter! It's not my fault you can't seem to grasp the simplicity of walking towards the loo."

Silent fuming.

"Perhaps your arse is too bony, and it's hurting the poor toilet. Or, your arse is too ugly that it can't help but move."

"Why you-- my arse is--is not bony! Nor ugly, you git!"

"Really? Are you sure? Why don't I see for myself?"

"What!!?" Harry squeaked. "Hey-- let go of me!"

Harry found himself being manhandled backwards into Draco, and was forcibly plopped atop his lap. Fighting the blush already heating his face, he heard Draco's muffled voice. "On second thought, your arse is way too bony."

"Just sod off Draco!" Draco?

Choosing to ignore the use of his first name which elicited a pleased tingle, he changed subject. "So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?"

End of flashback

After both boys cleaned themselves up, Draco guided Harry through the halls and straight towards the Slytherin table. Upon sitting down, Harry whispered to Draco "What is on the table?"

"Why are you whispering Potter? Saying some spell to get my Drac---"

"Shut up Parkinson." was Draco's swift interjection.

Looking furious, Pansy wisely kept her mouth shut. Continuing on impassively, he addressed Harry. "The food near you.."

Breakfast continued without a hitch.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is Malfoy actually helping Harry?" Seamus spoke incredulously.

Ron and Hermione barely spared a glance at Seamus, much less acknowledging what he said. It earned a raised eyebrow from Seamus, and a few puzzled glances from those that heard.

'There's something going on here…' Neville thought to himself, 'And I'm going to find out what it is.'

"Which class do we have today?"

"First thing's Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Now that I think about it, did they ever announce who the professor was?"

"It was supposed to be some guy Dumbledore hired, but Snape told us Slytherins that there was a change."

"Snape? When did that happen?"

"Couldn't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Because then I'd have to kill you."

"I'm already blind, I might as well be a sitting duck."

Giving a small laugh, Draco responded, "As lovely as idle chat is, class will be starting soon and I don't want to be late."

Wiping his mouth was basically the only thing Harry could do before he was rudely yanked from his seat by Draco. It was all Harry could do to keep from being dragged face first on the floor. Once they reached the room, Harry was allowed to catch his breath. "Are you alright Harry?"

Straightening up quickly, Harry inclined his head to the familiar voice. "Jun?"

"In the flesh."

A hand appeared on Harry's back, to pat him soothingly so he could catch his breath, it was a very comforting gesture that certainly didn't go unnoticed by Draco. He cut in abruptly, "What exactly are you doing here?"

"You'll see, Draco."

Just as he said his first name, the door to the room opened. An elderly man appeared, Korean features apparent. His serious face was immediately turned to both of them, "You may enter. Class will begin." Jun bowed his head respectfully to his father and entered, Draco closely following. It was obvious to everyone present that this man was the father to Jun. When everyone was seated, the man headed to the front of the class and introduced himself. "My name is Yang Li. All of you may address me as Professor Li. As this year's Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I have decided to take a different course. I viewed your previous classes, and have decided to teach you something unique."

Professor Li cleared his throat, being the only sound, since the room was strangely silent. "When you are faced with an opponent, you will not merely stand there casting spells over and over. Dodging happens to be a good thing in this, for you can easily side-step certain ones. You can not merely expect a fair duel with any opponent, so you must be ready to use any means possible to keep yourself safe from harm's way. Therefore, classes with me will be held outside, and I will construct obstacles for you to come through. I want to see how fit you are, and we will work from there."

A few of the girls in the back whispered as quietly as they could, muttering about how they weren't used to such a thing. "I'm going to warn you before hand, you all will have to go against me at one point during these courses. And when the exams come near the end of the year, I will grade on how well you have combined your knowledge of spells and your agility in dueling." He suddenly smiled, the sides of his crinkling at the edges. "But for now, we will focus on learning defense spells. Remember, a good defense can be just as good as a good offense. Now, pull out your books and turn to chapter one. Shielding…"

The class was pleased to see that they wouldn't jump straight into the whole obstacle course, and for once, glad to be taking notes. Harry only hoped the days would pass by sooner, or he wouldn't be able to learn much blind. Luckily, he learned a nifty spell, that charmed his parchment to record everything their Professor said. In the meantime, Harry paid close attention on performing a shielding spell. Voldemort still had ample time to get his hands on him, so Harry was resolved to work harder in his studies. He only hoped his determination was enough.

"Class is dismissed."

Harry felt around, and gathered his stuff expertly. He caught on pretty quick to moving around with his sight, and was glad since Draco was already herding him out. "My hand is cramping from writing, I should have charmed my parchment."

"But you haven't an excuse."

"Says who? I've got you to take care of. That's more than a good excuse right there."

Harry didn't show it, but he felt a little hurt by that. 'Am I just a burden to him? Well.. It's not like it's my fault, it's all his fault! I wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for him.. Kissing me.' Shaking his head slightly, he was glad to be heading to lunch, so then he could think in peace with a full stomach. Just as they were approaching the entrance, a voice called out Draco's name.

"Draco!"

"What is it Blaise?"

"One of the first years tried making his own potion, and let's just say it hasn't gone well. That's why we need you."

"Why? Get someone else, I'm famished."

"We know you're the one that's really good with these potions, and we don't want Snape to find out. Come on, Draco, please?"

Harry could hear the distress in Blaise's voice, and tapped Draco from behind. "You can go ahead, I can wait here, it doesn't matter."

Draco sighed, and said 'Fine', before leaving. He felt reluctant to just leave Harry there, but if he said he was fine… Shaking his head to rid these thoughts, he followed Blaise.

When Harry heard their footsteps disappear, he leaned back against the wall and slid down on to the ground. Not liking the silence that was left, he decided humming out loud, which was probably why he never heard the footsteps approaching him. "Hello Harry."

The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled, and Harry couldn't understand why. From the sound of the voice, he recognized it as-- "Ron?"

"In the flesh, so to speak." Reminiscent of Jun's statement, it lacked the warmth Harry was accustomed to hearing from one of his best friends.

"It's been awhile since we've last spoken, Ron. I thought you had forgotten me." Harry said the last bit in a joking manner.

"Of course not, Harry. Just surprised you haven't shown up at the common room or anything, and with the whole Malfoy deal. Since when did you sit at their table?"

"Oh.. Well, it was Dumbledore's punishment for him. He has to take care of me until I'm cured."

"Oh really, that explains.. everything."

Harry felt dread in the pit of his stomach, Ron wasn't acting his usual self. All of a sudden, he did not feel safe around his best friend. "Where's Hermione, Ron?"

"I'm right here Harry."

Harry almost jumped, she was standing so close to him. "Hermione? I didn't… hear you," Harry laughed nervously, and helped himself up, "What are you guys doing? You're seriously freaking me out."

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean Harry. But never mind that, why don't we go out for a stroll. I'm not really that hungry anyway." A hand clamped around Harry's wrist.

"Well, Ron," Harry started nervously, his other hand inching towards his wand unconsciously, "actually I'm hungry. And Draco's going to come back soon."

"Draco? Your calling him by his first name, Harry?" There was a cold edge to Ron's voice, but it was cold amusement. As if he found something ironic in the whole thing, which it probably was.

"It just sort of.. slipped. But really, he's going to be back soon and I.. I really should wait here."

"Harry," Hermione chided him, but there was no gentleness or humor in the way she spoke his name, "You'ew acting funny. We're your friends. Your acting as if we're going to hurt you."

'Fancy that,' Harry thought uneasily. He wrenched his arm away from Ron's increasingly strong grip. "What's with you two? We can go on a stroll later." Harry put large emphasis on the last word, and wondered where Draco was. 'Please hurry up, Draco. Please..'

"I don't think that's possible Harry." A cold hand put itself atop Harry's shoulder. It's grip was firm on his shoulder, and he found himself being steered, walking away from the Great Hall.

"What the-- Weasel! What the hell do you think your doing?"

'Draco, thank Merlin.' Harry hesitantly tried walking towards the voice, but he didn't have to walk far, because Draco had stepped forward, and held onto Harry's arm, leading him nearer towards the doors to the Great Hall. "You two finally show up," Draco sneered, "And I was under the impression Gryffindors were such great friends."

"You've no right to tell us that, Malfoy." Harry heard Hermione's voice say scathingly. "If we understand correctly, we've had no chance of getting Harry alone."

"That isn't an excuse, Granger. Now, before you waste any more of my time, I will take my leave." Not even sparing them a look, he helped Harry towards the door and inside. They walked slowly towards the Slytherin Table, so Draco could question Harry. "I may not know your friends, Potter, but the way they were leading you away, I could've sworn… Forget it. What was going on there? I didn't detect any hint of Gryffindor perkiness back there."

Harry blanched at the perkiness comment but made no reply. He didn't understand what was up with his two so-called best friends. They've never spoken or acted like that. Nor did they give Harry the feeling that they had a knife just waiting to be imbedded in his back. He shuddered inwardly, and replied that he didn't know what was going on back there. He could almost feel Draco open his mouth to say something else, but no words came. The incident was forgotten and both sat down at the table.

Draco noted to himself that neither Weasley nor Granger went inside the Great Hall to eat. His eyebrow raised when he saw Neville Longbottom stand up from the table and head out.

Moaning Myrtle floated through the halls, wondering what she should do. Those two people were obviously not there to do anything good, but she wasn't particularly fond of Harry right now. He never visited her in her bathroom anymore. She stopped, and thought, 'Why should I tell him. He's never visited me at all. Probably forgot about me..'

Tears already streaming down her face, she flew straight towards her bathroom, deciding she wouldn't tell anyone.

'Even if my Harry gets hurt…'

"What do you want Longbottom?"

"Longbottom, is it Hermione? What happened to you?"

"I grew a backbone, that's what. Now shove off," Hermione lifted her wand, her cold voice echoing in the empty corridor, "Or I'll make you."

Neville hastily pulled out his wand, not seeing Ron leaning against the wall behind him. Watching what was happening, ready to step in when necessary. They were both planning on having a little fun with the unsuspecting Neville.

"I'll--I'll fight you!" Neville brandished the wand. Hermione sneered, lowering her wand, causing Neville to hesitate.

"Pathetic." Ron spat, pushing himself off the wall. "We don't want to be bugged by you, Longbottom. You're irritating me. You're like a fly, a fly I want to crush. But, more to the point, you want to know what's happened, eh? Think you'll do something about it once you know? Do you?"

Neville thought it best not reply, afraid he would whimper. Ron looked slightly mad, eyes glinting madly in the dim torchlight. Neville thought it would be best to eat lunch quickly, when he noticed Harry and Draco walk in. He may not have been good at spells, but he was particularly good in lip-reading.

--"I may not know your friends, Potter, but the way they were leading you away, I could've sworn… Forget it. What was going on there? I didn't detect any hint of Gryffindor perkiness back there."--

What Malfoy had said, only clinched Neville's thoughts. It was a pity that he hadn't told anyone of this, but he had to confront them about it. 'What had happened?' Neville was far too curious for his own good.

"--story. Ready Longbottom?"

Neville focused on the words last minute, having caught the last three words. Straightening his back, he nodded as confidently as he could, wondering what Ron was talking about. Expecting a spell his way, he was surprised to hear Ron start telling him everything. Neville was rooted to the spot, 'Polyjuice? Then where are Hermione and Ron?!' Before Ron could disclose the information on their true identities, Hermione cut in. "You fool," she hissed at Ron, "Use your head. We aren't to tell--"

"It won't cause any harm Bella--"

"Shut up!" she all but yelled, spit flying. Ron looked at her in mild bewilderment, before melting into a smirk. He looked at Neville in the corner of his eyes, and saw that he was looking back at the two of them curiously. "The Lestranges always were a bit off, don't you think Longbottom?" He enunciated that name clearly, enjoying the look of horror flash across Neville's face.

"That's right, Longbottom, Lestrange." He laughed, though it sounded more like a cackle. He turned his head to Hermione's oddly expressionless face, smiling sweetly at her. "Go on then, tell him all about it, you know you want to." He laughed coldly again.

Neville, felt as if his lungs were being constricted by an invisible force. Hot tears were threatening to fall, as his hand trembled around the wand he was holding. Lestrange.. Lestrange.. Lestrange.. It just kept repeating over and over in his head, like a broken record. 'She's the one who.. My parents…'

He suddenly experienced, pure, unadulterated rage. Everything seemed to Neville's ears to become silent, muffled rather. He gazed into Hermione's blank face. He raised the wand, ready to curse her--

The sudden sound of students walking towards the doors, and chatter reached their ears. As if someone had given back the sound, and all the voices crashed down on Neville's ears. His heart was beating rapidly as he tried to quench his anger and his sudden nausea.

Neville pocketed the wand quickly, and without a backward glance, turned around and joined the mass of students leaving the Great Hall. No one took noticed of Ron and Hermione at the side, as they stepped back to blend with the shadows.

"Keep up Potter, we haven't got all day."

As they were walking down the halls towards the next class, History of Magic, people automatically parted for them. They were told why Harry was currently in the care of his rival instead of his friends, but it was obvious to them why. Some voiced to others that it was a punishment, while some went ahead and said that Harry picked Draco to help him, or, from the Slytherin side, that Draco had volunteered to do it out of chivalry.

Few believed the latter, and just chose to watch the duo from afar, speculating all types of things. Everyone dispersed to their classes, the daily routine catching up with them. For now, the norm was back.

"-- 1400s, with the coming of the Renaissance and the increasing reliance among Muggles on scientific reasoning, the break between the Wizarding and Muggle worlds is becoming more and more complete. Each culture goes on to create their own civilization: social structures, economies, governments, etc..."

The drone of Professor Binns' voice beat hard against everyone's head. Everyone propped their heads on the palm of their hands, as they stared straight ahead, not really paying attention. Most mouths were open, but they hardly noticed as they lingered between conscious and unconscious. It was the same for Harry and Draco. Draco's head kept threatening to fall forward against the table any minute. He tried to have a look of attentiveness, but it was shattered every time his head tipped forward. Harry didn't have to bother, since his expression never changed when he looked around.

"--Each borrows a little from the other as the years go by but it becomes apparent that the Muggles must be kept ignorant of the existence of their magical kin for their own good…"

'I can actually pay attention, I don't feel tired at all.' Harry thought wonderingly, hearing a dull thud beside him. A small grin pulling at his lips, he leaned to the side, and whispered quietly, "Draco? You awake?"

He received a small grunt, and silence. 'Nope, he's not awake.' Shrugging to himself, he was at least glad that the quill and parchment was taking notes for him. They really came in handy, and Harry would reluctantly part with them when the time came. Now that he thought of it, he was getting used to this, it wasn't entirely bad really, if you exclude the part that he was going to be vulnerable to any attacks. It was definitely a new change with company, since he had never made any contact with any Gryffindors.

Harry had to admit that he was slightly hurt by this fact, but gave them the benefit of the doubt. Besides, the Slytherins might not want any more Gryffindors in their midst, and the Gryffindors kept their distance. It was perfectly plausible, and Harry embraced the notion.

"--Some Muggles persecute their Magical neighbors, others try to exploit magical power for their own gain and for quick fixes to their problems. Now, I want everyone to write a timeline of the 1300s to 1400s B.C.E. It will be due in two weeks time, as I expect a detailed one. Class is dismissed."

There was a scramble for their stuff, and everyone silently left. Silent because they were still in a state of stupor. Harry stood patiently, and realized Draco was out. Carefully walking around to the other side of the desk, he imitated knocking on the door… only this time, he just knocked on Draco's head.

"Quit it.. Goyle.. Dun't wanna.. Get up.." Draco muttered sleepily. Harry would've broke into a full grin if he could see the slight dribble of saliva on the desk, but sadly, he could not. Coming up with an idea, he let his hand linger down Draco's head, which he noted in the back of his mind that he had very soft, smooth hair, and down his forehead, and finally arrived at his nose. Smiling brightly, he pinched Draco's nose together gently, but firm enough to cut off breathing.

Instead of waking up from lack of oxygen like Harry had anticipated, Draco only switched to breathing through his mouth. Stifling his laughter, he heard Binns call him. "Harry? What are you waiting for?"

"Oh.. I'm just waking up Draco, is all. Could you give us five minutes, please?" He turned his head in the direction of the sound, and gave what he hoped was a hopeful smile. He was glad that the professor actually conceded.

Turning back around, he kept his right hand pinching his nose, and covered Draco's mouth with his hand. Harry uttered a small 'Ugh!' when he felt wetness, but dutifully clamped his over Draco's mouth. He waited a few moments, as Draco was trying to breath in his sleep. Harry shook with silent laughter, as Draco finally woke up.

Stepping back, and wiping his hand surreptitiously on the side of the desk, he waited for Draco to look up at him.

Yawning loudly, Draco cracked an eye open, to see Harry staring down at him. Well, it looked like he was staring, although it was certainly unnerving to have those eyes trained on you. Getting up and stretching, he gathered his stuff silently, thrust his bag over his shoulder, grabbed Harry's wrist, and dragged him out of the room. He belatedly called behind his shoulder a 'G'bye P'fessor!' and led Harry down the corridors. Harry was pulled to an abrupt stop when a voice called out.

"Harry! Draco! Wait up!"

The familiar lilt to the accent, Harry immediately knew it was Jun. Draco narrowed his eyes in his direction. "Ready for our next training session?"

Harry gave an excited nod, and the two followed Jun outside. "I'm going to have to lead you to a certain location on the grounds. it's a blind spot for anyone that looks out the window, unless you know what your looking for. We're almost there." It took another five minutes to get there, but they reached it.

"First, I'm going to do the same thing we did yesterday, okay Harry? Draco can watch, then I'll try with him. But even before that, I'll have to show you some new easy defense moves. So, to help things go a little easier, the Headmaster of your school has provided me with a golem. It's quite obedient. It's been taught to teach what I'm teaching you. So while I catch Draco up, you can practice with the golem. Okay?"

Harry nodded uneasily, not really knowing much about them. He just knew they were made of the earth, obedient. And that was all. He didn't want to think how it looked, and was actually grateful he was temporarily blind. Harry took his stance, and waited alertly. He didn't have to wait long, as blows were coming. Settling into his stance, he proceeded to dodge.

Jun watched them for a few seconds, nodded approvingly, and faced Draco. "Are you capable of doing this? You can back out if you want." Whether he meant it to be a nice thing or not, Draco didn't take it kindly. He scoffed. "Of course I'm capable. Not let's just get this over, I am going to kick--your--arse."

Jun's patience wavered as he regarded the boy in front of him. He was only going to do the same thing he did with Harry, he wasn't aiming to hit him or anything. He voiced it aloud, and was angered when Draco countered it with a retort. "Why not? Afraid of a little English grappling? How about we do this, Jun." He said the name, mocking. "A bit of fun. I show you how I fight, then you show me your little fighting techniques. How does that sound? Unless.. You're scared.." Draco flashed a cocky grin.

Jun's patience snapped. "All right then, Draco. Although, I must warn you. I've no inhibitions with.. Shall we say, kicking your ass?" Jun took a stance.

Tossing his head carelessly, Draco held up his clenched fists. "Get ready." Jun called.

"I was born ready."

"Make it quick, Mr. Longbottom, you may miss important notes."

"Yes, Professor."

Neville hurriedly left the classroom, under the pretenses of heading to the loo. Of course, that's what the teacher thought. In fact, he was heading to his Head of House, hoping to catch her in her normal classroom. If what he was told was true, than he needed to get this out fast. He didn't know what possessed him to confront the two, and he knew he wasn't going to be let off this easy, which was why he needed to get to someone fast. By now, though, he knew it was stupid not to have told someone, at least someone he trusted about this if something.. --gulp-- were to happen to him. This thought only made Neville run faster, regarding each turn around the corner as his last.

Surprisingly, he found Professor walking slowly down the corridor. Relieved, he called out. "Professor! Professor McGonagoll!"

She looked up quickly regarding him from afar. Neville quickened his pace, and stood in front of her. All that running had finally caught up with him, and he had to take a few deep breaths before he could speak properly. Flushing in embarrassment, as she silently regarded him, one eyebrow raised, he spoke. "Professor, I need to tell you something important."

"Really? Do tell."

"It's about Ron. Ron and Hermione." Neville looked left and right, fearing the two would step out. Seeing no one, he felt slightly better, but he still had a bad feeling. "Professor," he wet his mouth unconsciously, as it had suddenly gone dry. "Can I tell you in your classroom or in the common room? I do-- It's really important."

She nodded, and motioned him to lead the way. Neville never saw the odd smile on her face. Nor the glint in her eyes that held hidden promise.

Left. Right. Duck! Left. Left. Duck! Harry was in his zone. It was a lot easier to get into the dodging mode, and he was itching to just take a few swings to see if he'd connect with the golem. He held back the urge to, just in case it decided to take a swing back. You could call it cowardly, but Harry preferred it to being cautious. Right.

He had no time to think on other things, because if he wasn't alert, then he wouldn't do well. Besides, he wanted to show he was capable of doing things with or without his sight. And who knew? It might help him in Quidditch, if it was raining. Speaking of Jun, wasn't it about time he teach him new moves? It shouldn't take this long to teach Draco.

Harry felt an odd twinge at this. 'What's Jun and Draco doing?' Shuddering, he felt a blow whiz by his head and cursed himself for getting distracted. They're not doing anything.. At all.. Jun's not like that..

'But Draco is..' another voice whispered in his head. Harry had a split second hesitation, which caused him to be firmly hit on the knee. 'Jun's golem makes contact' Harry thought dazedly, his thoughts jumping. He was focused on fighting, then on Draco, fighting, Jun, Draco-- it was driving him nuts! Harry backed up, raising his arms instinctively to block a few blows. It wasn't anything serious, but he seriously wanted this to stop. He needed to-- talk to Jun? Stop whatever they were doing? 'No.. Jun's instructing. Nothing more..'

'You don't know that.. You can't see..' the nasty voice said again. Harry forced it to the back of his mind, and this time, threw himself into the game and dodged with vigor. He wasn't going to interrupt. Nothing was going on. Everything was fine.

How wrong he was.

Cheesy western music played in the background. A lone coyote howled. As the hot sun glared down at the showdown, waiting for chaos to erupt.

"This town ain't big enough for da both of us." Draco adjusted his cowboy hat, spitting on the ground.

Jun scoffed. Hands at both sides, fingers trembling in excitement. "Yer right about that, a-mi-go. Yer going to have to high tail it outta here before I gotta show you how."

"A duel then." Draco flashed a grin to the side. "Winner gets Harry."

Harry appears out of nowhere, in the typical showgirl outfit in western movies. You know? The one the good cowboy always gets. Moving on-- Harry looked around, his sight momentarily restored, wondering, why the hell he was wearing a dress for merlin's sake. "On the count of three." Harry found himself saying, glancing at both boys.

The cheesy western music picked up. Two pairs of eyes met in a fierce glare. "One."

The lone coyote's howl was heard, somehow nearby. Hands were lifted, as the boys.. Er.. Cowboys took their stances. "Two."

Harry took a deep breath. "Three!" BANG!!

"No!" Harry screamed.

The dust cleared, and lo and behold.. The dead coyote was in the middle of the road. Caught in the crossfire.

The End…

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'You don't know that.. You can't see..' the nasty voice said again. Harry forced it to the back of his mind, and this time, threw himself into the game and dodged with vigor. He wasn't going to interrupt. Nothing was going on. Everything was fine.

How wrong he was.

The two boys launched themselves at each other simultaneously. Draco rearing back his fist and slamming it forward. However, Jun wasn't teaching Tae Kwon Do for nothing. He blocked the blow with ease, and grabbed both of Draco's forearms, preparing to bend down so he could swipe Draco's feet from under him. Now, Jun would've had an advantage if he knew how Draco was. Sadly, he didn't, or else he would've expected Draco to try all the things he knew how to do. He had absolutely no hang-ups in playing dirty.

Twisting his arm out of the way, so Jun would have no choice to let go, Draco stepped down on his foot, while delivering an amazing left hook. Jun groaned, backing up, but recovered fairly quickly. His nose was bleeding heavily, and Draco gloated like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately, Jun knew Draco would do this, so he took his time and basically threw away his learning's of Tae Kwon Do out the window.

'Forget this..!? AARRGHH!' He learned Tae Kwon Do. But he was a boy to start with. And all boys knew who to fight, albeit not professionally. Jun knew a thing or two with punching, and he was just itching to wipe that smirk of his face.

His right knee was bent, and he lifted his left fist up to protect the head. Draco faltered, trying to recognize the stance. But it was too late. Jun punched the right fist up, connecting under Draco's chin, effectively throwing him backwards.

Draco heaved himself up, rubbing his jaw and spitting out blood. "Nice uppercut, Jun. But it'll take more than that."

Jun curled his fingers inward, in a motion for him to come closer. He expected Draco to come at him with all types of punches, but he was sorely disappointed when Draco charged and tackled him to the ground. Draco could barely get in any punches, as Jun managed to block most of them. Jun elbowed Draco's left arm that was beside his head, and pushed upwards with his palm.

Such a small movement, it shocked Draco completely when he was literally thrown off. With much difficulty, he pulled himself up. He looked up, but didn't see Jun at all. Suddenly, there was a yell, more like a battle cry really, before Draco was tackled to the ground from behind. Turning himself around, he raised his arms to defend against the rain of blows. The two boys ended up rolling around on the ground, unbeknownst to them, closer to Harry.

Harry barely had a chance to wipe his brow when he heard something just out of his hearing range. He pushed it aside, still dodging, when he heard a loud groan and loud thuds.

Harry froze.

"Stop golem!" Harry yelled, not really expecting it to work. Remarkably, there was no blow coming at him. All he had to do was say stop, it seemed. But.. Back to the sounds. Harry turned around slowly, trying to decipher what direction the sounds were coming from. "J-Jun? Draco?" he called out hesitantly.

Harry heard a yell, and broke out into a run. He half expected to collide with a tree or something, but luckily he didn't. There were definitely sounds of running or.. Something. 'Am I that tired? I can't make anything out.'

"Jun! Draco! Hey! Where are you!?" There was another loud yell that sounded distinctly like a banshee shriek to his right. Harry hesitantly headed in that direction, and was immediately knocked of his feet when something collided with his legs.

"What the--"

Before Harry could say anything properly, two bodies collided with him, and he was thrown on his back. Rubbing the back of his head, he pushed himself off the ground, only to be knocked down again when he tried standing up. "Jun? Draco? What are you--"

It was cut off abruptly when something hard collided with his face. Harry was knocked out cold, only hearing two voices call out his name.

"Boys!" Madam Pomfrey cried, alarmed when she took in the state of three boys, one who was unconscious, floating in front of the two. A quick glance showed that it was Harry Potter. 'That boy again.. Honestly..'

Silently, she pointed her wand at Harry, and floated him to the nearest table. Looking at the boys, she spoke in her sternest voice. "I will ask questions later, so I can treat those bruises. Lord knows I shouldn't! I should leave you two there, to think.. THINK of what you've done. There's no need to ask how Mr. Potter's injured, as I assume he got in the middle of this? Hmm?"

Draco and Jun both stared at their feet.

She placed both hands on each side of her hip, tapping her foot angrily. "He's blind, for pity's sake! How in the world could he have thought to stop this?" she spoke aloud to herself. She rounded on the two boys, still standing there uncomfortably. "And you two! Draco, you are responsible in keeping Harry out of trouble. And Jun, I know you may be a new person here, and not used to things, but you do not get into fights. No matter how much Draco goads you into it."

Draco opened his mouth in outrage, but shut it quickly when Madam Pomfrey looked at him. She looked ready to kill him and feed him to the poor. "Now, sit down." She conjured two chairs side by side. "I'm going to be getting the ointment. And I expect you two to behave, or you'll be wishing you were the one unconscious." She quickly swept out of the Infirmary.

Jun coughed nervously, and sat down on the chair, not looking in Draco's direction. He busied himself with wiping the dried blood from his nose. Draco grunted when he sat down, his back aching. He looked over to Harry's prone form, and instantly regretted what happened.

Flashback

Draco hooked his legs behind Jun's so he could roll off his back and be the one on top. He got in to good punches at the side of Jun's face, before he was roughly pushed off. Jun pushed himself off the floor effortlessly, it seemed, but Draco could see Jun panting with the effort. The two hadn't realized they knocked Harry down. Yet.

Draco ran forward, grabbing Jun by the collar, and shaking him so he'd be disoriented. Jun kicked him hard in the leg, in hopes to cause Draco to fall down, but he sidestepped it. Jun pulled back his right fist, and punched forward. Draco quickly used his left arm to block, causing the fist to go the side, and hit Harry solidly in the face.

End of flashback

It was both of their faults that happened. Jun's fist hit Harry, but Draco pushed it. This wouldn't have happened if they hadn't fought in the first place, but Draco wasn't one to apologize so he left it at that. Draco didn't know who had the worst injuries, but he prided himself in a good fight. 'I hope I broke his nose..' Draco thought savagely.

Madam Pomfrey came back in. She went to work on both of them, cleaning up their injuries with a hard prod of her wand. Draco suspected she did that on purpose, but made no move to voice it aloud. She instructed them to stay seated as she walked beside Harry's bed. Both Draco and Jun's eyes followed. Madam Pomfrey 'tsked' under her breath, as she healed the large bruise on Harry's face and brought him back to consciousness. The bruise may have been healed, but Harry was definitely still out of it.

"Harry, dear, are you alright?"

Harry turned to her with unfocused eyes, of course, they would've been unfocused if he weren't blind. Staring worriedly at him, she asked if he knew who she was. "Do you know who I am, Harry?" she repeated, slowly enunciating the words. Harry grinned, "Do you know the Muffin Man?" and erupted in giggles.

Draco snorted quietly at this, amused at seeing Harry laugh. Madam Pomfrey threw a harsh glare over her shoulder, and Draco quickly put a somber face on. Staring at him suspiciously, she turned back to Harry. "Harry," she spoke slowly, "Can you tell me where you are?"

"I'm right here!" he said happily.

Madam Pomfrey tried a different approach. "What is your name?"

Harry tapped his chin seriously. He shrugged, and continued to follow something with his eyes. "Why is everything dark? Is it night time? I wanted to play today! With…" he paused, thinking of what he was going to say. "Balls, lots of funny shaped balls." Quite suddenly, he erupted in more giggles. "I said balls!" And he started laughing.

Draco felt the sudden urge to stuff his fist in his mouth, if only to keep from laughing. Harry acted drunk. 'Was that blow to the head that bad?' He wondered. Jun looked on, not saying a word. Draco could see him in the corner of his eye, looking at Harry concernedly. Draco immediately put on the same expression. If Jun could keep a straight face through this, so could he.

Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but let an amused smile flit to her face. Harry was acting like a child. Turning her head to the other boy's direction, she asked Draco to hand her, her wand that she left on the table. Coming forward, Draco passed it to her and sat back down. Now, Harry may have a temporary memory lapse, but he hadn't forgotten learning how to be aware of things coming at him. He could already feel two presences in the room, but they were too far away.

Madam Pomfrey took this time, to do some scanning spells. During the brief silence, Harry contemplated on asking whether or not there were really people in the room. "Who are you two?" he asked bluntly, seemingly just talking out loud. The question was meant for the two boys. Madam Pomfrey stared at Harry in surprise, wondering how Harry knew there were two, when she only spoke to one.

Draco spoke quickly, cutting off Jun. "I'm Draco Malfoy." Jun gave a friendly smile. "Jun Li."

A pause. "Those are pretty names!" Harry cried.

If it were possible, Draco would've banged his head against the wall. Jun scrunched his nose in distaste. He did not consider his, nor admittedly Draco's name as 'pretty'. Harry propped up his chin on his knee, staring in the direction he heard them speak. Madam Pomfrey smiled at this pose, but continued her scanning spell.

"Why are you here? Are you two married?"

Both boys simultaneously scooted their chairs away from each other as if to prove Harry wrong, but when Madam Pomfrey 'ahem-d', they reluctantly scooted it back. "Yes Harry," the nurse spoke in an amused tone, "They're married." This caused Harry to break into giggles again. "But they're boys!" Harry cried, clearly confused. Shrugging, Harry hummed a song.

After a few more minutes, the nurse finished her work. She turned to address the boys. "I will have to keep Mr. Potter overnight, and he'll be better in the morning. I will not inform of what has happened." The boys stood to leave, but were stopped in their tracks by her voice. "But if you two fight again, I will personally tell the Headmaster and your Fathers. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am." Came the mumbled replies. The two boys walked out. Madam Pomfrey turned back to the still humming Harry. "Well Harry. I'll bring in dinner later, so why don't you take a brief nap, okay?"

Harry stopped humming, and promptly fell back against the bed from his sitting position. Laughing softly, she spelled his clothes, changing them into pajamas and tucked him in.

"--then I joined the crowd and didn't see them since." Neville took a large breath, glad to have finally finished his long story.

"Are you the only one who knows of this?"

"Well.. Yes." Neville answered. 'Should he have told someone?'

Professor McGonagoll pulled out her wand. "Good. Well, Mr. Longbottom. I'm afraid you can't know of this any longer." She trained her wand towards Neville's frozen figure.

"Pro-Professor! What are you doing?!"

"Stupid boy, I'm not Professor McGonagoll!"

Neville only had a split second to see her face morph into that of another woman's before the spell was sent. "Obliviate!"

Neville blinked, eyes going unfocused, and a content smile on his face. "You've missed class Neville. Tell your professor that you got side-tracked helping me."

Neville nodded mutely and left. Watching him leave, Bellatrix laughed. Ron appeared beside her. "All the loose ends are taken care of."

"What if Longbottom remembers?"

"It would have to be something specific. Something that would deal directly with this. There's no chance of that happening."

Malicious grin. "Perfect."

A/N: End of chapter! Wow, one of my longer chapters, eh? Well, it's Day 8 is done! XD Told you I'd skip around! I'd like to think that the days in between are just regular days, so they don't need to be written down. You know what I mean, right? XD

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