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: I think I should get my brain working and start trying to get this story done! You've all been waiting for a long time and I really appreciate it. The slash might be introduced in this chapter, but only very very mildly. I hope you don't mind. If it's not in this chapter, it'll be in the next. Oh this is in Harry's point of view, just to get the feel of his character, for all of you who might be confused. Well, please read and heres hoping you enjoy it!

..Shadow..

Chapter Seven: Haunting

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The book leaned against the wall behind Harry's bed as he did his best to concentrate on the pages in front of him. Truth be told, he was feeling slightly uncomfortable, as if someone were watching him. Being paranoid, as he often was, he quickly moved his eyes from the neglected book to the fireplace, where he found Draco staring at him with intense interest. Just as quickly as the gaze fell upon him, he looked away.

Harry brushed his hair away from his eyes, slightly bewildered. With a sudden instinct to say something, he looked at the pale boy again, trying to find his voice. Except, his mind clouded with confusion as the only words that he seemed to want to say to the boy were filled with a fierce hate.

He looked at Draco, slightly frightened, before turning quickly to his book trying to get his mind focussed on what was sitting in front of him. However, it was too late. He could feel a memory pushing itself from the back of his mind. He stared at the wall, unmoving, trying with all his strength to push it back.

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"Oh look, it's scarhead and the weasel. Out for a midnight stroll, are you Potty?"

Ron turned an almost impossible shade of red as the two stopped walking across the grass to Hagrid's hut, where Hermione sat waiting for them.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, almost bored.

"Oh, nothing." The boy replied, his voice also bored. "Just wanted to thank you for quitting Quidditch. The weaslette is horrible, and it's all thanks to you we're going to win the cup this year."

Ron's eyes narrowed and he stared at the platinum-haired boy, his neck reddening along with his cheeks. The redhead had just finally made Quidditch captain, and since Harry quit during the beginning of the year, the Gryffindor team had, indeed, been doing awful.

"Lucky for you, Harry's quit. It's the only way you'll ever catch the snitch." Ron was extremely touchy on the subject, and the fact Malfoy had hit two birds with one stone and also made a quirk on his sister was enough to push him over the edge.

"It's also apparent that Harry's the only reason you've ever won a match, isn't it now, Weasley? I mean, I truly hope you didn't give credit to your quidditch skills." Draco said, a smirk catching his lips.

Harry grabbed the sleeve of Ron's robes as he tried knocking a fist into the git's head. Ron snarled slightly before snapping back at Harry. Harry only gave Draco a disgusted look before pulling Ron away, so he could calm down. Malfoy really was some piece of work.

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Harry's stomach jolted as he looked at the same, taunting boy in front of him. His eyes widened and he quickly snapped his book shut, feeling fear flutter uncontrollably in his chest. Draco seemed to have noticed, because his head quickly moved from the fire to Harry, and he stood up, his eyes gentle.

Of course, the panic in Harry's chest heightened and he moved back, with every step Draco took. To say the least, he was afraid. Draco was the enemy.

"Potter?"

Harry's eyes moved from Draco's to land at his mouth, which opened slightly as he said the words.

"What's wrong?"

With immense effort, Harry pushed Draco away when he was close enough. Draco looked mildly confused, it had, after all, only been earlier that morning when Harry had smiled at him.

"Potter? Potter!"

Harry was only mildly aware he was now at the back wall, his hands clutching at the wall. Draco looked incredibly distraught, his eyes analyzing Harry carefully.

"Potter, what the hell's wrong with you?"

Harry looked to his left, before quickly turning to his right. He was stuck.

"Harry! Speak to me."

With the tiniest bit of curiosity, Harry stared at the fair-skinned boy in front of him. He was close. Too close. He could easily kill Harry right there and then, yet somehow Harry wanted him to say his name again. It was comforting, as strange as it sounded.

It looked as if Draco had just realized what he had said and he looked at Harry, faintly surprised. With almost fearful eyes, he looked at Harry deeply, as if trying to hypnotize the raven-haired boy. Harry felt his uneasiness somehow leave his chest.

Finally, Draco seemed to have realized. His eyes suddenly widened and he moved backwards a few steps. "You remembered something, didn't you?"

Harry looked at Draco, his eyes revealing more than he hoped they would.

"It's different now." Draco said softly, though it wasn't really. He still enjoyed provoking weasley and friends.

Harry almost felt himself agree, it was different. Harry had been with Draco in the same room for two days. He hadn't tried anything, and it was obvious he wasn't going to. Gradually, Harry let his breath return to it's normal rate.

There was a pause before Draco sat on Harry's bed his eyes scanning the room nervously. Harry stayed where he was. "You can talk to me." He said finally, his silver eyes looking somewhat astonished at what he had just said. "It's not as if i'll tell anyone what you say. You can tell me anything."

Harry felt his brain try and form words in his mouth, but he refused to let them out. He refused to let anyone see him so weak. He had defeated Voldemort, after all. The savior of the world shouldn't have been as pathetic as he was right then.

Suddenly Harry gasped. He remembered Voldemort, he remembered their battle together. How ruthless he was when he continued to show Sirius falling behind the veil. Showing him how he could have... no how he should have saved him. Harry choked slightly as he remembered his godfather falling to his death.

It was as if he was reliving the night. He saw Sirius' back arch elegantly before his body disappeared behind the dark curtains hiding the hideousness behind them. He heard Lupin's raspy, hoarse voice telling him Sirius was no longer alive.

Lupin. After Sirius' death, Harry and Remus had become incredibly close, their lived were both miserable at that point. Lupin helped Harry like his own father would have. Like Sirius would have.

Then he also died.

Mr. Weasley had died.

Seamus had died.

Dean Thomas had died.

Neville had died.

The list went on and Harry hadn't noticed he was slipping down the wall, his eyes glazed over with a slight daze as memories collided him.

Mcgonagall had died.

In fact, almost every teacher had died.

Harry was very unaware of delicate hands picking him up placing him on his bed.

"You can tell me anything."

The voice echoed in his ears, ringing loudly.

Harry slowly let his eyes close, letting soft fingers tuck him into his sheets.

"You can tell me anything."

Harry suddenly felt very grateful of Draco's presence. He hesitantly grabbed the hand as it adjusted the covers around him. The grip tensed slightly and Harry very slowly clutched it, letting his fear seep through him.

Draco very quietly sat on the edge of Harry's bed, feeling his fingers tingle numbly as Harry's hand tightened around his. A dull thudding in his chest was echoing in his ears and he welcomed it, feeling Harry's hand sweat slightly, pressed up against his own.

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A/N: When I was looking over the last chapter I posted, i saw my dividers weren't working, so you guys must have been slightly confused. That's what happened in the one-shot desire I wrote. That's why they're so confusing, you cant really see them. You can't see dashes either. It's really screwed up. Oh well. This chapter was hard to write again, but I slightly like it. I know you guys might not, but I can only hope you do. Thanks a bunch for the reviews! They were all really supportive and awesome!

..Shadow..

P.S. Sorry, I know its really, really short!