Disclaimer: I don't own much of this here, although I like to pretend I own at least the plot.
A/N: I'm going to try to make this a longer chapter, but I may fail. Oh, and sorry, but I really have to write this from Harry's point of view from now on. Draco's was just too confusing. And instead of calling him Daren/Draco or Emily/Draco or whatever, he'll just be Emily or Daren.
The lights turned on, shining right into Harry's eyes. He blinked, reached for his glasses, (then realized they had taken them away, as glass was dangerous) and sat up.
"What?" he said groggily, as three witches came in, carrying very large bags.
Harry asked in mid-yawn, "What time is it?" the witches ignored him and set down the bags.
"We're going to have to check all of this!" said one of them grumpily. They stared gloomily at the bags and then began to tear them apart. Every now and then they'd cast something into a small pile in back of them.
Draco blinked at them and yawned. Then he recognized just whose things they were so carelessly throwing around and said indignantly, "Be careful with that!" as they cast a delicate looking mirror with precious stones in it to the pile.
Also in the pile was: Draco's razor, his shoelaces, his wand, his sharpened quill, ink, any belts he had, necklaces, the chains of his gothic pants, and many other things. They flipped through all of his books (A/N: that's what they did to me! I mean, why the fuck would I hide my butcher knife in a book? and they still have three of my belts (growls)) and opened every bag. They were very thorough.
Draco padded out the door to check the time, still limping. It was 4:37 a.m. He tried to stride back in, but he was still bruised and weak. He had to limp back in instead, and he was in a dark mood when he came back in. He was ready for a good rant.
Without warning, Draco paled and narrowed his eyes. Harry watched in fascination as a whole new Draco took over.
"We're in a fucking insane asylum!" Daren said disgustedly.
"Psychiatric ward," Harry supplied. Daren ignored him.
"And you!" Daren kicked one of the nurses in the stomach, hard. She curled into a ball with a gasp. "Listen to me!" he snapped, and they all looked up. Two were frantically whispering and looking at the door. Daren ignored them.
"You be careful with his stuff!" Daren ordered, pointing to a nurse with curly brown hair. "You," he pointed to a nurse that was taller than Harry. "will me some healing potions now! His bastard of a father raped us and tortured us and it's fucking painful, alright?"
Harry froze, shocked. Raped him? RAPED HIM! The father who Draco was always bragging about, the father who bought Draco everything had raped and tortured his son? Harry shook his head. That was just sick. His own father….
"I'm walking around with a rib sticking out of my stomach and dried blood everywhere and you wake me up at 4:30 in the fucking morning to break my stuff!
"Get out!" he screamed. "GET OUT!"
Well this is an interesting one, Harry thought, as the nurses fled the room. Harry had only been at the hospital for several days, but he had never seen anyone with Multiple Personality Disorder before.
Harry supposed he had to let go of everything he had ever assumed or thought of Draco. Gone was the arrogant, insulting, confident boy Harry had known. He couldn't hate someone who had gone through what Draco had. He just couldn't.
Harry's must-save instinct had kicked in. He had to help Draco. He nodded, not even hearing the ranting Daren and the nurses leading him away to be healed. He would help him, he had to.
A/N: okay, I decided I'm just gonna write lots of short chapters, cuz I suck at writing long ones. Sorry about that. Harry got committed by Lupin, if you're wondering, and you should be expecting visits from both Lucius and Lupin some time in the near future.
