Title: Speak to me
Setting: Seventh Year, Hogwarts
Rating: R- Slash, violence?
Disclaimer: Don't own HP
Summary: Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. But his victory had major consequences. One being the fact that Harry has totally shut himself away from any contact with anyone. No one can help. No one, that is, except a certain Slytherin enemy. (Slash HP/DM!)
Authors Notes: Thanks to anyone who reviewed. This chapter will be from Harry's eyes, just so you get to warm up to his character a little bit more. Also, it will explain a bit of what happened to him during the war. The real Draco/Harry action wont happen for a little bit, I think, because right now Harry isn't really even in the state for a friendly relationship. Plush, Draco is confusing himself with the weird sense of care he's feeling towards Harry. Anyway, thanks again for reviewing!
Oh, and I'm really sorry. This somehow just turned very angsty. Agh, I have a habit.
Chapter Three: Missing Answers
Cold. That's all he could feel.
His breath flared out of his mouth in large clouds and his teeth chattered behind his frosted, almost blue lips. There wasn't anyone with him. Four walls surrounded him as if he were in a cage.
He felt like he was just about to pass out from the swivelling of his head. The air was much too cold and the pain of his frozen limbs seemed to grow worse and worse as each long minute passed him by.
That was when a cold voice reached his ears. That was probably how the room got so cold in the first place, the coldness of his voice. It chilled his skin to his very bones, which were slowly starting to grow numb. Each and every one of them.
"If it isn't Harry Potter!" The voice drawled in an amused tone. There was something familiar about the voice, but he couldn't quite catch it. His eyes opened slightly, so that they were two tiny slits, and he scanned the darkness of the blue icy room. There wasn't anyone there and he frowned, trying to concentrate on keeping his mind running and not falling unconscious.
"Now, Now. I know you thought you'd defeat me and become the hero everyone expects, but I'm sorry to inform you that you've fallen into a very dangerous predicament. And, Harry, there isn't anyway luck can get you out of this one." The voice continued in the same amused tone. There was a certain dangerous edge to it that made Harry nauseous.
That's when he realised it. He had fallen into Lord Voldemort's trap. He was going to die.
There was a low, soft, yet extremely evil, chuckle that filled the room. "Don't worry, Harry. The pain will only last a little while and soon you'll be able to join your parents. Think of this as a favour." Voldemort carried on.
Harry took in a sharp breath as two blood red eyes started to come into his view. They were so ugly but yet so hypnotizing. When the eyes were shining brightly, Voldemort stopped, allowing his face to remain in the shadows.
"Crucio!" Cried that same, maniacal voice, and soon Harry felt all his bones being twisted and suffered pain he never thought even existed.
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"Harry?" Cried a soft voice, so soft it felt far away.
He opened his eyes. Surely it was him they were calling... hadn't that same person in his dream called him that? The room was blurry and he frowned. The pain in his body had disappeared and he was left with a dull, very annoying pain in his head.
"He's awake!" Cried the feminine voice again.
Harry found himself staring into clear-blue eyes. He leaned his head in further examining the eyes. Yes, he had seen them before. Actually, he recognised these eyes belonged to the same person with that wild red hair, the same person that was always hanging around him. Ron, yes it was Ron.
The other, who was calling his name, was also someone he recognised. The bushy hair, the large worried brown eyes. Harry squinted and looked away. She was the one that was always crying.
He got up from his sleeping form and sat down cross-legged on the bed. He felt his own sweat sticking him to his clothes and he closed his eyes, remembering the strange image of those red eyes again. Those evil, laughing red eyes.
"He's sweating, he must have a fever!" Cried the one recognised as Ron. The bushy-haired girl nodded and in no less than five minutes he was drenched in large cold cloths.
The coldness brought back the memories of his dream and totally against his will he felt hot tears streaming down his eyes. Soon the memory became more detailed and he could feel the pain in his limbs. He started sobbing like mad, and he was most ashamed.
Lunch that afternoon was as usual. The small population of Gryffindors started on their food silently and the bushy-haired girl kept telling Harry everything would be just fine. That he needn't worry about everyone else, that he should just concentrate on his studies and everything would fall into place in its own. The girl was quite kind, but her words meant nothing considering she herself didn't believe them.
He stared at the food with distaste. Who poured him this much? He could hardly sip water, who on earth thought he could actually eat a plate of food. His eyes scanned the room before he gave up with a sigh, staring at his food like it was there to poison him.
As much as he willed memories to go away, one extremely recent one kept reliving his memory. His face paled as it surfaced in his mind.
An old, tired-looking wizard lay sprawled in a nasty position on the ground, his legs looked extremely dislocated and his hands draped over his wounded stomach in what looked like unbearable pain.
"Remus." He said sadly, his hands quivering, taking hold of the old wizards hand.
The old man just gave a twisted smile and sighed, as if finally finding peace. "I wont truly be gone, Harry, you know that."
He felt him squint his eyes with pain. His heart felt heavy with sorrow and his bottom lip shook ever so slightly. "I—I know, Remus. But... But what—"
"No buts, Harry." The disfigured wizard said in a demanding, yet cheerful voice. "I'll watch over you, I promise. Sirius, your parents and me. We'll always be with you. Don't forget that, Harry." The voice seemed broken and was growing softer with each word. A large sigh heaved from the body and Harry couldn't help wondering how much pain the poor man was in. "Make us proud, Harry." He whispered, his heavy eyelids finally falling to close passionate, deep amber eyes.
Harry fell to the floor beside the body and began to weep.
And that was when Harry fell, fell into unconsciousness.
Harry woke up to those two familiar figures hovering over him. He couldn't help it, he began to cry again. There was that empty hole in his heart and he was sure the death of that poor man was the cause of it. Gradually, the tears turned into horrific wails.
"R-Remus." He said finally, his eyes spilling over with tears, blurring the slightly shocked but mostly sympathetic looks from the two figures looming above him. His own voice sounded foreign to his ears and he choked them out with so much desperation that he wasn't amazed he finally spoke. However, he wished he hadn't. The words were drenched with depression and he swore he'd never speak again, afraid of what other dark emotions would be revealed to these strangers.
It wasn't soon after when the girl and boy that hung around him so often guided him to the infirmary. He stared at the door with distaste. He had been there so many times, more then he would have liked.
He was, however, most grateful to see a large bed in the furthest corner complete with a warm pair of nightclothes. He was quickly led towards it and tucked in his bed by the girl.
Hermione, of course. He remembered now, she had told him a few days ago when he had returned from that unbearable hospital.
'Harry? It's me! Hermione!' He remembered her saying with so much joy.
He couldn't help but push himself into the blankets that Hermione was slowly bringing up towards his shoulders. If only to make the caring girl happy.
It had the desired affect. The girl pet his hair once before turning to the redhead and beginning to cry.
And that's what he fell asleep to. Depressed cries filled with remorse and misery.
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Soft silky hands made their way to His face and he found himself grudgingly awaking. The hand stayed at his chin for a minute then slowly retreating as he began to stir.
Harry's eyes opened unwillingly and the strong burn of sunlight on his sensitive orbs caused him to rub them furiously, trying to remove the pain. As he continued to rub his eyes, he started to slip from underneath the covers of his bed, starting to lift his upper body into a sitting position.
Slowly his hands stopped rubbing at his face and he looked to his left, scanning the equally comfy-looking bed then moving towards the ceiling then downwards, straight ahead of him.
His eyes closed slightly when he turned to his right, a large yawn playing at his lips. Finally, when his eyes opened he noted a blurry figure that looked very intrigued yet frightened all the same.
Somewhat how he felt.
Slowly he leaned towards the boy, something he found himself absent-mindedly doing every so often, and studied the eyes which he soon made out to be silver.
Silver, so unnatural. Then he remembered he'd seen those eyes before.
Harry tilted his head and curiosity struck him. If someone familiar was on this bed someone as equally as familiar should be on the other side.
He turned his head and stared at the empty cot beside him. No, that couldn't be possible. Where was that bushy-haired girl and that wonderful blue-eyed redhead?
"No one's there, Potter."
The boy on his other side seemed to be talking to someone. Someone named Potter? He kept looking beside him, as if expecting the redhead to just pop out of nowhere. He was feeling very vulnerable here with an almost complete stranger.
That was when he realised there was no one else in the room besides himself. He turned around to face the pale boy. He eyed the whitish hair wonderingly before flicking a strand of his own black thickness to the side of his face.
He watched the boy in front of him with distrust. Slowly a milky hand flew towards his nightstand and lifted up something he made out to be round. The pure hand held them out to him and he stared at them for what seemed an eternity. Finally, he let his palm fall underneath, wondering what was going on.
The round objects were placed into the palm of his hand and he looked at them curiously before deciding it was some sort of game. He picked them up and put them back on the nightstand, waiting for the blonde one to make another move.
A noise of exhaustion filled the room as the silver-eyed boy picked up the glasses once more. His head reached up and he locked eyes with Harry. Then, the round objects were slid onto Harry's nose and suddenly the room became much less blurry.
Amazed, Harry's eyes widened as he looked around the room. Beds, beds and beds. What he didn't notice before was that there were large flowers surrounding his bed and also fresh cloths and towels in a large wheeled table. The place was oddly familiar.
Of course! He had been here so many times, he should have known. The hospital wing. A small ache of regret filled his chest and he realised he must have begun to cry again. This seemed to be everyone's solution.
Locking him up in this insanely large room.
His eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail when something disturbed his examination.
It was that milky-skinned boy again. "What is it?" He asked, his face screwed up in an expression that could have easily been mistaken as concern even though Harry somehow knew it was demanding.
Harry narrowed his eyes a little bit and turned away, continuing to look. There was something he didn't trust about that voice. He'd heard it lots of times before, lots of times. The silver hair, the silver eyes, and the milky skin... it was all familiar in a way.
Silver...White...the images started to remind him of a beautiful snowy white owl. It was flying across beautiful scenery. Forests and then right at the edge a gorgeous lake.
It wasn't long until the memory lost all its bliss and the image turned gruesome like everything else he remembered.
The owl flew across the lake to reach him, hooting in a distressed way. There was a large gap between them and the owl was hurrying as fast as It's wings could take her.
"Hedwig!" He cried, stretching his arms out, beckoning the owl towards him.
The owl gave a long hoot of pain as it flew towards him, it's large eyes drooping slightly. Before he knew it, the owl was falling into the lake, so slowly yet so quickly. He reached for his wand but someone was quicker.
A spell was screamed through the peaceful scenery and Hedwig was gone.
Hedwig.
It wasn't long before Mrs Promfrey, the nurse, came back and found him screaming, tears furiously flying everywhere.
Authors Notes: This is such an angsty fic. I'm sorry, it'll get better. Next chapter will be Draco's Point of view.
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I've decided to reply to your reviews here! Especially since I recognise most of you from 'My Enemy' reviews, and mostly just to say my thanks!
Note: These reviews replies are from chapters 1 and 2, so your replies may be mixed together, sorry! Also, thanks to everyone who told me Madam Pomfrey's name. I got one Pomphrey so I'll stick with pomfrey. Thanks though!
LadyAna: I know, Harry being fragile is really weird... It's also, in my opinion, really hard. Thanks for the compliments, and I know, I do have a kind of fetish with that sweet/sad combination. I'm glad I've succeeded in making Harry sound crazy. It was pretty hard to portray his feelings on paper, though they were all swimming around in my head. As for remembering things in snippets? You read my mind! That's exactly what I was going to do, but when he remembers everything it will be a bit different. I hope you enjoy the direction this story goes in!
Swtdreams07: Thank yah! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I will as often as I can! Thanks for reviewing!
Vollypickle16: Yeah, it is a bit different...but that's what I was hoping for! I didn't want it to seem too ordinary, a little bit unique, you know? Anyway, what would break Harry? Well, a little bit was explained in this chapter... being only 17 and being the leader of a war would be extremely hard on someone, I would think. Most of what happened to him will be explained when Harry's a little bit better...thanks for taking the time to review!
InsideMyWorld: Thank you! I will try and update as much as I can, it shouldn't take more then two months tops to finish. Harry did loose his memory in a way; it does come back in little snippets though. You'll hear more about that in this and other chapters.
Potterluvva: I know, I feel bad for Harry too! It is sad, but that was my desired affect. I will update! Keep checking.
ConfusedHeart: Thanks! I'm glad you like it! It took a bit of time to actually post it, because I was afraid it was something no one would like to read. As for chapter two? Well that was a much harder chapter to write! It was a long time until I actually got it finished. I couldn't find words in my head to describe it, so it was really...dull I guess. I pretty much wrote down the idea without much detail so that's probably why it was a little bit boring. I'm glad it's interesting though!
Ciceronian: Thank you! I'm glad it was interesting, the first chapter always has to make a statement. I'm glad you think it was intriguing! You'll find the answers to your questions soon! I would let a little slip but I don't want to give to much out!
Linda: I hope these chapters are what you were expecting! (If not more :)
Flammy: Ah! Flammy! There you are! I'm glad you like it, and I know it's a bit sad. It'll get better! Here's more for yah!
Rosiegirl: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! You like Harry like this? Me too! It's somewhat how I think Harry will feel after the war. I mean, he wouldn't just go back to normal and live life normally! Writing Harry like this is extremely hard, though! Thanks for your support!
Robin The Bird: Thank you! The beginning is usually the hardest parts to write, considering it's usually the most boring... So I'm really glad you liked it! I will write more and update as fast as I can! I'm currently half way done the fifth chapter so you can expect four to come really soon!
Wynjara: Thank you! I hope you find this chapter just as interesting! I think you're right about it being pomfrey!
PyroFirePower: Thank you so much! I am continuing! I hope this chapter was as good as the last ones! Thanks for that wonderful compliment! It makes me all giddy when you call me a good writer! Also, thanks for taking the time to look it up! Good thing not everyone is as last as me :)
Avvy Kavvy: Thank you! I'm glad you thought it was a good chapter. I was worried what everyone would think about this one as it was really hard to write! I just couldn't find the words to express it the right way.
Green eyed dragon: Thank you for every review you've given me! You're name seems to stand out a bit in my memory. (It's an awesome penname by the way!) It will get a bit more mushy and sweet but right now Draco's still a bit shaken, I'd say. I hope this chapter is what you're expecting!