Chapter 10
( I have written a lot but I promise it will end soon)
(review and tell me who you want to die, Harry or Draco)
He opened his eyes and could feel someone shaking him. The taste of blood was in his mouth as Harry sat up from the hard stone floor. Draco was sitting beside him; presumably he had been the one shaking him. Harry didn't know what had happened his head was spinning with images of his past vision.
"What happened? Why am I lying on the floor? And why can I taste blood?"
"You started shouting and thrashing around biting at things. I think you where out cold so I decided to help you."
"Thanks." Said Harry sitting up, that's when he noticed the bandage. Draco hastily covered it up when he say Harry looking at it. Harry tough had already noticed where it was and what was on it. Two small red dots on the centre, located half way between his wrist and elbow. Exactly 2 cm apart.
"Draco you fed me with your own blood. You didn't have too, was I really that bad."
"I didn't." came the reply, and you don't want to know what happened so don't bother asking okay. Knowing that something was wrong Harry persisted.
"Tell me Draco, I have a right to know so tell me."
So his brother explained. He told Harry how he had lashed out at Hermione in some sort of rage and nearly killed her. Draco had fed Hermione is own blood to keep her alive. Tears were now welling into harries eyes and he had to wipe them away as to stop them spilling over. How could he? Attacking someone in a daze?
"Where is she now?"
Draco turned
"St Mungos."
His brother stood and crossed away to the other side of the room so that he was facing the door.
"I have some people I want you to meet. They have come to see you Harry."
At that moment two burly men in white coats grabbed Harry from behind. He saw the badge on one of the coats.
"St Mungos mental institution for the unsafe."