Chapter 12: fights and friends
~Harry? Are you ok?~ Draco asked, as he lay on the bed in the infirmary.
After a moment Harry answered ~Yeah, why?~
~Well, after the surge of anger and magic I was kind of tipped off that something may have happened.~ Draco said, rolling his eyes.
~No, nothing serious. Just venting a little anger.~ Harry responded.
Draco shook his head and settled back for a nap. He closed his eyes but behind his eyes was another room.
Draco jumped, as the door burst open. "What in." He trailed off as Harry strolled in, anger etched deep into his face and the door slammed behind him.
Draco stepped backward as Harry stomped passed him. The music turned on, to a song Draco didn't recognize. I Draco thought. As the music pounded in his eardrums. He watched Harry pack his trunk angrily, and nearly jumped out of his skin as the door creaked open. Draco stared into Ron's face, shocked.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Harry stand and turn towards the door.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry spat, glaring through Draco to Ron.
"Well, this is my room too." Ron snapped, walking over to his bed.
"No? Really?" Draco said sarcastically.
Draco watched Harry grab a bag and roughly throw all his things in it, and walk towards the door.
"Running away again?" Ron asked softly. Draco felt his mouth drop open at the question.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry hissed, Draco watched as his friend's face grow angrier and angrier by the second.
"Well, you seem to run from everything, your relatives, your friends, hell even the whole school." Ron said quietly, but his voice carried over the music. Draco stood shocked, this was Harry's best friend! The music snapped off and the CD inside the machine flew out and toward Harry. Draco watched silently, not know what to say as Harry caught the disk.
"I guess that's just what I'm doing." Harry replied coldly, as Ron stared at him. Draco laughed at Ron's amazement.
He watched as Harry pulled open the door and step outside. Harry paused to look back at Ron, before slamming the door behind him. Draco stared from Ron to the door as the window cracked and pieces of glass flew from it.
"Whoa!" Draco mumbled. "Way to go Harry!" He shouted, though he doubted that Harry could even hear him. Draco stared at Ron as Ron stared at the broken window. "What did you do to him?" Draco asked Ron, stepping closer towards him. Ron sat down on his bed and rolled over. Draco wasn't positive but he could swear he heard a sniffling noise coming from Ron. Draco took a closer look, walking around the bed to see Ron's face. Draco stared, as Ron's eyes continued to stream tears.
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Harry walked through the halls, feeling quite happy about what had happened. Harry rounded the corner to the infirmary, and opened the door. Draco was laying in bed, his eyes closed. Harry tiptoed to his own bed and heard Draco mumble. "Way to go Harry!" Harry whirled around to stare at Draco.
"What?" Harry asked, but Draco kept on sleeping.
"What did you do to him?" Draco mumbled in his sleep. Harry stared at him as he crept closer, wondering what Draco was dreaming of. Draco's eyes snapped open.
"Aaaarrrggg!" Harry screamed, jumping backwards. Draco sat up, screaming also.
Draco stopped screaming and took a deep breath. "I thought you left." He said. Harry looked at him quizzically. Draco looked around the room, wondering where he was at. Harry used his mind to peek into Draco's.
"Oh! You just saw a memory. I guess." Harry said quietly.
"All ready?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and sat on his bed.
"So what was it about?" Harry asked, taking his shoes off.
"Well, you and Ron were fighting and you did some wicked wand-less magic." Draco explained.
Harry nodded again. "Yeah, that just happened."
"Geez! I'm sorry." Draco said, feeling bad.
"Don't I don't need apologies from you. You didn't do anything." Harry said snappishly. He curled up under his blankets and turned off the lights.
"Ok." Draco whispered, snuggling under his sheets.
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Harry stared across the marble hall, right into Lucius Malfoy's face. Harry glanced behind him, to see what Lucius was glaring so angrily at. Draco stood behind him defiantly, standing protectively over his mother. Though he sported a growing bruise on his jaw, he didn't back down.
"I said, got to your room!" Lucius spat, each word dripping with venom.
"No." Draco said plainly, bending down to help his mother up. Lucius sent another flying fist at his son and sent him stumbling to the ground. Harry watched as Lucius took two quick strides and placed the heel of his boot on Draco's neck. Draco struggled to get up but his father's weight against him made the effort useless. Harry stared in shock, how could a father be this cold? He thought.
"I told you to go to your room. I have to talk have a talk with my wife." He told him coldly, emphasizing on the 'my wife'. Draco vaguely nodded, and his father took his foot off his neck. Draco rubbed his neck as he climbed to his feet. He looked over at his mother, the frail, bruised and battered woman, that he once held in his highest respect.
Harry watched silently as Draco shifted his eyes to his father. The gray eyes that once held sadness, were now filled with hate and anger. Wow, he wasn't kidding when he told me how bad his father was; Harry thought. His father's eyes flickered to the stair case behind Draco, then back to his son. Draco cast one last pitying look at his mother and slowly trudged up the stairs. Harry stared after him, wondering how he could give up so easily.
He turned back to Lucius as he bent down to retrieve his wife from the floor. Harry closed his eyes as her screams followed him into the darkness.
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Harry opened his eyes the moment the screaming stopped. And found himself inside, what he figured to be, Draco's room. He was staring up through his open window, into the night sky. The piece of paper in his hand fluttered as a breeze gently brushed past it. Harry moved to get a closer look of the paper. Instead his eyes caught the glistening knife in his hand, Harry took a deep breath and scanned the paper. He closed his eyes and read it more slowly. It was to his mother, explaining why he was doing this and that she should stand up to Lucius. Draco took a deep breath and Harry jerked his eyes up from the paper to look at Draco. His face held a peaceful look, much like the one Harry supposed he himself once had long ago. Draco looked down at his wrists and sighed softly.
He settled back in his window seat and held the knife firmly. Harry watched in silence as Draco lifted the knife and rested it against the skin on his wrist. He took a calming breath and drew the knife fast and swift across the bare skin. The blood seeped through the slash and pooled on his skin for a few seconds until it grew too much for the skin to hold, and it dripped onto the blanket wrapped around Draco's legs. Draco closed his eyes an settled himself in a comfortable position.
"I can't believe you did it." Harry whispered to Draco. Draco's breathing was steadily decreasing and becoming shallow when his door opened. Harry looked over, and saw Draco's mother looking around for Draco. She spied him after a moment and screamed.
Harry covered his ears at the earsplitting sound and jumped out of the way as she came rushing through him. She wrapped her arms around Draco's limp body and gave pain filled animal cry. Shakily, she pulled out her wand, and mumbled a spell through quivering lips. The wound on Draco's wrist magically healed itself but the blood was lost. She placed another spell on him and raced from the room with Draco behind her, laying on a stretcher.
Harry stared after them, listening to his mother's sobs. He closed his eyes wishing very much to get out of this memory and starting to doubt their choice on the blood bonding
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Harry flickered through many of Draco's memories, his parents fighting when he was younger, his father beating him, once happy moments while Draco and his parents went shopping in Diagon ally. He slipped in and out of them, while Draco slid through Harry's own memories. His own suicide attempt, the time Harry first went to the zoo, how his relatives treated him. Slowly over the course of eight hours the boys found out more about each other then they knew about their closest friends.
Harry woke first, still accustomed to his early morning routine. He looked over to Draco, he never realized that Draco and once tried to commit suicide himself. Harry stared in wonder. Quietly he got up, and dressed himself in running clothes. He knew madam Pomfrey would object to his running but he knew that he had already lost four weeks. Harry crept from the room, and down the corridor. As soon as he stepped out on to the grass, harry felt better. He picked up his pace and all his thoughts floated away as he ran out four weeks of doing nothing. Slowly, Harry grew tired and his breathing became out in gasps. When he figured he'd pushed himself for four miles, he stopped and took a cool down walk.
As everything came rushing back, Harry wandered, lost in thought. He looked up and found himself in front of Hagrid's house. 'No its too early, to wake him up.' He thought, and he turned to leave.
"Harry? Is that you?" He heard someone ask. Harry turned to the door, and found Hagrid's face looking back at him.
"Yeah its me." Harry answered sheepishly. Hagrid let out a loud sound, that Harry suspected was a wail, and he embraced Harry. Harry awkwardly patted Hagrid on his side, since he couldn't reach around to his back. Hagrid pulled back, whipping his tear with his sleeve.
"Come inside. I've got some tea boiling." He said in a raspy voice. He turned and went back inside, Harry followed his friend in. Harry looked around, memorizing every thing about Hagrid's hut. Hagrid bustled around the fireplace, taking a kettle off the fire. He pulled out tow cups and filled them with hot water.
"Here you go." Hagrid said, as he handed Harry a cup with a tea bag in it. Harry sat down on one of the chairs around the table, and Hagrid sat across from him.
"So, when did you wake?" Hagrid asked slowly, peering at Harry over his cup.
"Two days ago. I did a wizard's duel with my new professor yesterday." Harry answered.
"Really?" He asked, surprise etched in his face. "How did that go?"
"Well, Snape came in and tried to take me and Draco on, but I managed to." Hagrid raised his hand to stop Harry.
"Draco? As in Malfoy? Why is he taking privet lessons with you?" Hagrid inquired.
"Oh, Draco and I had a potions accident before I was hit by Neville's spell." Hagrid nodded an 'I know that' so Harry continued. "Well, it made us able to read each other's mind. Draco had said something funny while Neville was practicing in the dorm and I laughed. As you can figure out, I startled Neville and he accidentally shot a spell at me. So before the accident Professor Dumbledore told me I was going to take lessons and Draco found out so now he takes them with me." Harry explained.
"Oh I see. So tell me about Snape. Did yeh beat 'im?" Hagrid asked, a sparkle appeared in his wet eyes.
"Yeah, but I had to use a spell I made up." Harry said quickly. Hagrid, who was taking a sip of his tea immediately spit it out, and all over Harry.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry!" Hagrid said, as he rushed to grab a towel. In his haste he knocked over the kettle of hot water. Harry laughed as Hagrid desperately tried to mop up the mess. Hagrid looked up at the sound of Harry's laughter, and started to chuckle himself.
"Here let me help." Harry said, chuckling. He pulled out his wand, said a drying spell and the table, floor, and his clothes dried immediately. Hagrid tossed the towel aside and settled back into his seat.
"Sorry about that. Yeh startled me, yeh said yeh used yeh'r own spell?" Hagrid asked.
"Yeah, I've been working on some from a while now." Harry said sheepishly. Hagrid gaped at him.
"That is amazing." He said in awe.
"You can't tell anyone. Its supposed to be a secret." Harry told him, though he knew he'd have not problem with Hagrid blabbing, at lease while he was sober.
"Yeh can trust me." Hagrid said, grinning broadly, his eyes glistening. "Now tell me all about how yeh beat Snape."
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Harry walked through the front entrance, many students who were heading to the Great Hall turned to stare at Harry. Suddenly a wave of whispers came up, and Harry smiled softly. 'Ah its good to be back.' He thought. Harry followed the crowd to the Great Hall and immediately spotted Hermione and Ron. Harry walked over to them and sat in front of Hermione.
She looked up from a book and squealed. "Harry!" She jumped up and leaned across the table to hug him.
"You're out of the infirmary?" She asked as she settled back down in her seat. Harry glanced over at Ron. Ron looked away and started a conversation with some first year sitting next to him. Hermione looked to Ron then back to Harry. Harry just shrugged his shoulders.
"I just came back from Hagrid's." Harry explained, then he preceded to tell her, whispering, about the privet lessons and Snape's interference. He stopped right in the middle of telling her about his spell when a sound distracted him. A horde of owls swooped in.
"It's too early for the owl post." He heard Hermione mutter. 'What is this about?' Harry wondered to himself as he stared at the swarm of owls.
~Harry? Are you ok?~ Draco asked, as he lay on the bed in the infirmary.
After a moment Harry answered ~Yeah, why?~
~Well, after the surge of anger and magic I was kind of tipped off that something may have happened.~ Draco said, rolling his eyes.
~No, nothing serious. Just venting a little anger.~ Harry responded.
Draco shook his head and settled back for a nap. He closed his eyes but behind his eyes was another room.
Draco jumped, as the door burst open. "What in." He trailed off as Harry strolled in, anger etched deep into his face and the door slammed behind him.
Draco stepped backward as Harry stomped passed him. The music turned on, to a song Draco didn't recognize. I Draco thought. As the music pounded in his eardrums. He watched Harry pack his trunk angrily, and nearly jumped out of his skin as the door creaked open. Draco stared into Ron's face, shocked.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Harry stand and turn towards the door.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry spat, glaring through Draco to Ron.
"Well, this is my room too." Ron snapped, walking over to his bed.
"No? Really?" Draco said sarcastically.
Draco watched Harry grab a bag and roughly throw all his things in it, and walk towards the door.
"Running away again?" Ron asked softly. Draco felt his mouth drop open at the question.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry hissed, Draco watched as his friend's face grow angrier and angrier by the second.
"Well, you seem to run from everything, your relatives, your friends, hell even the whole school." Ron said quietly, but his voice carried over the music. Draco stood shocked, this was Harry's best friend! The music snapped off and the CD inside the machine flew out and toward Harry. Draco watched silently, not know what to say as Harry caught the disk.
"I guess that's just what I'm doing." Harry replied coldly, as Ron stared at him. Draco laughed at Ron's amazement.
He watched as Harry pulled open the door and step outside. Harry paused to look back at Ron, before slamming the door behind him. Draco stared from Ron to the door as the window cracked and pieces of glass flew from it.
"Whoa!" Draco mumbled. "Way to go Harry!" He shouted, though he doubted that Harry could even hear him. Draco stared at Ron as Ron stared at the broken window. "What did you do to him?" Draco asked Ron, stepping closer towards him. Ron sat down on his bed and rolled over. Draco wasn't positive but he could swear he heard a sniffling noise coming from Ron. Draco took a closer look, walking around the bed to see Ron's face. Draco stared, as Ron's eyes continued to stream tears.
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Harry walked through the halls, feeling quite happy about what had happened. Harry rounded the corner to the infirmary, and opened the door. Draco was laying in bed, his eyes closed. Harry tiptoed to his own bed and heard Draco mumble. "Way to go Harry!" Harry whirled around to stare at Draco.
"What?" Harry asked, but Draco kept on sleeping.
"What did you do to him?" Draco mumbled in his sleep. Harry stared at him as he crept closer, wondering what Draco was dreaming of. Draco's eyes snapped open.
"Aaaarrrggg!" Harry screamed, jumping backwards. Draco sat up, screaming also.
Draco stopped screaming and took a deep breath. "I thought you left." He said. Harry looked at him quizzically. Draco looked around the room, wondering where he was at. Harry used his mind to peek into Draco's.
"Oh! You just saw a memory. I guess." Harry said quietly.
"All ready?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and sat on his bed.
"So what was it about?" Harry asked, taking his shoes off.
"Well, you and Ron were fighting and you did some wicked wand-less magic." Draco explained.
Harry nodded again. "Yeah, that just happened."
"Geez! I'm sorry." Draco said, feeling bad.
"Don't I don't need apologies from you. You didn't do anything." Harry said snappishly. He curled up under his blankets and turned off the lights.
"Ok." Draco whispered, snuggling under his sheets.
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Harry stared across the marble hall, right into Lucius Malfoy's face. Harry glanced behind him, to see what Lucius was glaring so angrily at. Draco stood behind him defiantly, standing protectively over his mother. Though he sported a growing bruise on his jaw, he didn't back down.
"I said, got to your room!" Lucius spat, each word dripping with venom.
"No." Draco said plainly, bending down to help his mother up. Lucius sent another flying fist at his son and sent him stumbling to the ground. Harry watched as Lucius took two quick strides and placed the heel of his boot on Draco's neck. Draco struggled to get up but his father's weight against him made the effort useless. Harry stared in shock, how could a father be this cold? He thought.
"I told you to go to your room. I have to talk have a talk with my wife." He told him coldly, emphasizing on the 'my wife'. Draco vaguely nodded, and his father took his foot off his neck. Draco rubbed his neck as he climbed to his feet. He looked over at his mother, the frail, bruised and battered woman, that he once held in his highest respect.
Harry watched silently as Draco shifted his eyes to his father. The gray eyes that once held sadness, were now filled with hate and anger. Wow, he wasn't kidding when he told me how bad his father was; Harry thought. His father's eyes flickered to the stair case behind Draco, then back to his son. Draco cast one last pitying look at his mother and slowly trudged up the stairs. Harry stared after him, wondering how he could give up so easily.
He turned back to Lucius as he bent down to retrieve his wife from the floor. Harry closed his eyes as her screams followed him into the darkness.
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Harry opened his eyes the moment the screaming stopped. And found himself inside, what he figured to be, Draco's room. He was staring up through his open window, into the night sky. The piece of paper in his hand fluttered as a breeze gently brushed past it. Harry moved to get a closer look of the paper. Instead his eyes caught the glistening knife in his hand, Harry took a deep breath and scanned the paper. He closed his eyes and read it more slowly. It was to his mother, explaining why he was doing this and that she should stand up to Lucius. Draco took a deep breath and Harry jerked his eyes up from the paper to look at Draco. His face held a peaceful look, much like the one Harry supposed he himself once had long ago. Draco looked down at his wrists and sighed softly.
He settled back in his window seat and held the knife firmly. Harry watched in silence as Draco lifted the knife and rested it against the skin on his wrist. He took a calming breath and drew the knife fast and swift across the bare skin. The blood seeped through the slash and pooled on his skin for a few seconds until it grew too much for the skin to hold, and it dripped onto the blanket wrapped around Draco's legs. Draco closed his eyes an settled himself in a comfortable position.
"I can't believe you did it." Harry whispered to Draco. Draco's breathing was steadily decreasing and becoming shallow when his door opened. Harry looked over, and saw Draco's mother looking around for Draco. She spied him after a moment and screamed.
Harry covered his ears at the earsplitting sound and jumped out of the way as she came rushing through him. She wrapped her arms around Draco's limp body and gave pain filled animal cry. Shakily, she pulled out her wand, and mumbled a spell through quivering lips. The wound on Draco's wrist magically healed itself but the blood was lost. She placed another spell on him and raced from the room with Draco behind her, laying on a stretcher.
Harry stared after them, listening to his mother's sobs. He closed his eyes wishing very much to get out of this memory and starting to doubt their choice on the blood bonding
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Harry flickered through many of Draco's memories, his parents fighting when he was younger, his father beating him, once happy moments while Draco and his parents went shopping in Diagon ally. He slipped in and out of them, while Draco slid through Harry's own memories. His own suicide attempt, the time Harry first went to the zoo, how his relatives treated him. Slowly over the course of eight hours the boys found out more about each other then they knew about their closest friends.
Harry woke first, still accustomed to his early morning routine. He looked over to Draco, he never realized that Draco and once tried to commit suicide himself. Harry stared in wonder. Quietly he got up, and dressed himself in running clothes. He knew madam Pomfrey would object to his running but he knew that he had already lost four weeks. Harry crept from the room, and down the corridor. As soon as he stepped out on to the grass, harry felt better. He picked up his pace and all his thoughts floated away as he ran out four weeks of doing nothing. Slowly, Harry grew tired and his breathing became out in gasps. When he figured he'd pushed himself for four miles, he stopped and took a cool down walk.
As everything came rushing back, Harry wandered, lost in thought. He looked up and found himself in front of Hagrid's house. 'No its too early, to wake him up.' He thought, and he turned to leave.
"Harry? Is that you?" He heard someone ask. Harry turned to the door, and found Hagrid's face looking back at him.
"Yeah its me." Harry answered sheepishly. Hagrid let out a loud sound, that Harry suspected was a wail, and he embraced Harry. Harry awkwardly patted Hagrid on his side, since he couldn't reach around to his back. Hagrid pulled back, whipping his tear with his sleeve.
"Come inside. I've got some tea boiling." He said in a raspy voice. He turned and went back inside, Harry followed his friend in. Harry looked around, memorizing every thing about Hagrid's hut. Hagrid bustled around the fireplace, taking a kettle off the fire. He pulled out tow cups and filled them with hot water.
"Here you go." Hagrid said, as he handed Harry a cup with a tea bag in it. Harry sat down on one of the chairs around the table, and Hagrid sat across from him.
"So, when did you wake?" Hagrid asked slowly, peering at Harry over his cup.
"Two days ago. I did a wizard's duel with my new professor yesterday." Harry answered.
"Really?" He asked, surprise etched in his face. "How did that go?"
"Well, Snape came in and tried to take me and Draco on, but I managed to." Hagrid raised his hand to stop Harry.
"Draco? As in Malfoy? Why is he taking privet lessons with you?" Hagrid inquired.
"Oh, Draco and I had a potions accident before I was hit by Neville's spell." Hagrid nodded an 'I know that' so Harry continued. "Well, it made us able to read each other's mind. Draco had said something funny while Neville was practicing in the dorm and I laughed. As you can figure out, I startled Neville and he accidentally shot a spell at me. So before the accident Professor Dumbledore told me I was going to take lessons and Draco found out so now he takes them with me." Harry explained.
"Oh I see. So tell me about Snape. Did yeh beat 'im?" Hagrid asked, a sparkle appeared in his wet eyes.
"Yeah, but I had to use a spell I made up." Harry said quickly. Hagrid, who was taking a sip of his tea immediately spit it out, and all over Harry.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry!" Hagrid said, as he rushed to grab a towel. In his haste he knocked over the kettle of hot water. Harry laughed as Hagrid desperately tried to mop up the mess. Hagrid looked up at the sound of Harry's laughter, and started to chuckle himself.
"Here let me help." Harry said, chuckling. He pulled out his wand, said a drying spell and the table, floor, and his clothes dried immediately. Hagrid tossed the towel aside and settled back into his seat.
"Sorry about that. Yeh startled me, yeh said yeh used yeh'r own spell?" Hagrid asked.
"Yeah, I've been working on some from a while now." Harry said sheepishly. Hagrid gaped at him.
"That is amazing." He said in awe.
"You can't tell anyone. Its supposed to be a secret." Harry told him, though he knew he'd have not problem with Hagrid blabbing, at lease while he was sober.
"Yeh can trust me." Hagrid said, grinning broadly, his eyes glistening. "Now tell me all about how yeh beat Snape."
~*~*~*~*~*
Harry walked through the front entrance, many students who were heading to the Great Hall turned to stare at Harry. Suddenly a wave of whispers came up, and Harry smiled softly. 'Ah its good to be back.' He thought. Harry followed the crowd to the Great Hall and immediately spotted Hermione and Ron. Harry walked over to them and sat in front of Hermione.
She looked up from a book and squealed. "Harry!" She jumped up and leaned across the table to hug him.
"You're out of the infirmary?" She asked as she settled back down in her seat. Harry glanced over at Ron. Ron looked away and started a conversation with some first year sitting next to him. Hermione looked to Ron then back to Harry. Harry just shrugged his shoulders.
"I just came back from Hagrid's." Harry explained, then he preceded to tell her, whispering, about the privet lessons and Snape's interference. He stopped right in the middle of telling her about his spell when a sound distracted him. A horde of owls swooped in.
"It's too early for the owl post." He heard Hermione mutter. 'What is this about?' Harry wondered to himself as he stared at the swarm of owls.