Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter, or whatever other things I have chosen to borrow for this fic. What do I own in this story? I own Farmer, Nosering Man, Mullet Dude-o, whatever other odd characters are working at the asylum, and my plot. I think that's it. And anything that isn't from anywhere else. Yeah.

A/N: I know, I haven't updated in WAY too long, and I'm sorry! Really! I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but that I'll try to write more this weekend. (Yeah, yeah, I hear you all laughing at me.) This chapter is lovingly dedicated to apgato and Chimalmaht! Thanks a million for your reviews! I actually had some stuff written, but then I realized it was stupid and had to come up with something new. Heheh.

Story summary: When the rest of the Harry Potter series can no longer be finished because the characters get sent to an insane asylum, one fan goes on a mission to set things right.

Chapter Five: Seeing Draco See

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I took out my ring of keys and opened the door to Draco's room. I peeked cautiously inside, a little nervous. "Um.. Draco Malfoy?" I asked tentatively.

"My name is not Draco!" came a cry from the blond teenager sitting on a plain cot in the corner of the room across from where I had opened the door. "My name is Rasul!" he shouted.

"Is that so…" I trailed off, stepping into the room, more nervous than before. Well, at least this was interesting already.

"I knew you were going to say that!" Draco shouted.

"Huh?" I asked, confused. Then I remembered the profile on Draco.

Malfoy, Draco –Believes he can see the future. Calls himself 'Rasul'. Seems very traumatized.

"So… Rasul–" I began, but I stopped when I saw Draco, erm, Rasul twitching around on his cot like he was having a seizure. "Dra- Rasul! Are you okay?" I rushed over to the cot. "Are you alright?"

"Yes! I had another one of my visions. The wands! The wands!" Rasul told me.

I looked wide-eyed at Rasul, ready to take him seriously for the first time. "You- you mean you can help me find the wands?" This was great!

"Indeed." Rasul told me, looking serious.

"Where are they?" I asked excitedly. "If you know where the wands are, I can get them to you all and help you escape! This is great news!"

"There is only one who knows, and that is not I," Rasul/Draco said.

"Well?" I asked, getting impatient. "Who knows where they are?"

"The one they call…" Rasul paused dramatically, and effect I didn't have patience for.

"Who? Who knows where they are?"

"The one they call Harry Potter."

"Great. Thanks, Rasul," I said.

"No problem," Rasul responded, obviously missing the sarcasm in my voice.

I left his room and sat down, leaning against the wall. "Great," I muttered to myself. "The only one who knows where the wands are is mute. I guess I'll just have to find some other way to get it out of him."

Had that been what Harry was trying to tell me? I didn't know, but I would soon find out.

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A/N: Yes, I know, this chapter is really short after the MONTHS I didn't post anything. But I should be able to wrap this story up soon… A few more chapters. I hope I will actually get around to working on this story a little more, but I know better than to make promises. I am off school for summer, though, so I'll have more free time. I have summer school, but only for a few weeks.

Oh, for those who don't know, 'Rasul' is a name that means 'prophet' or 'messenger' in Arabic.

Well, please review. Questions, comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism is all welcome! If you want to flame, go ahead with that, too. I think I shall try to make s'mores. Granted, I will probably set my marshmallows on fire…

A MILLION, BILLION Thank Yous to my wonderful reviewers, apgato and Chimalmaht, who I don't deserve. You ROCK!