Another update! Go me! It's getting weird, but things keep popping into my head that make the end clearer, so we'll see where it takes us. I sense fun and climax coming, so maybe I'll have even more incentive to write. Back to school for me in ten days, so we'll see if I get another out before I go. Happy reading all

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He closed his eyes and squirmed on the sheet to get comfortable as Neville shuffled to Madam Pomfrey's office. Her shoes clicked quickly across the ward.

"My, my, Mr. Potter. I must admit, despite the headmaster's note last night, I never expected to see you this morning. What is the trouble?"

Harry forced his eyes open and tilted his head until he could see her head. "I couldn't manage to lift a pillow or hold myself up when I woke up, I have no idea how we managed to make it here, and it's sapping my energy to keep my eyes open."

Her eyes widened and she shooed Neville back to the dorm and started casting diagnostic spells at the same time.

His head dropped to his arm, his forehead pressed against the bone. His palm tingled and his pulse beat with painful jolts in the center. Her robe scraped against itself as she turned and mumbled to someone next to her. Mint. Who did anything with mint?

"Harry?" Professor Snape lifted his free arm and pressed his fingers to his wrist, slipping slightly on the sweat. "Are you shielding right now?"

"Yes." His sleeve brushed his arm and the fingers pressed down harder on his neck. "Do you feel any presence? Are you actively blocking him from your mind?"

"No." Fingernails scraped lightly against his skin as the hand tilted his head back and he swallowed the potion slowly poured into his mouth. Blueberry or raspberry or berry berry. He gagged and the mint scented hand covered his mouth, keeping the last of the potion in despite the fishy aftertaste.

"Now, Mr. Potter, you'll be a little dizzy and in pain for awhile, but it will get rid of the weakness. I'll inform your teachers that you won't be in class today and make sure the Headmaster is aware of the situation. He wanted to be informed if you arrived this morning." She left for her office.

He gasped as his foot cramped and twisted to rub it.

Professor Snape pushed him down, fingers digging into his collarbone. "No, Harry, you have to let the potion work."

He arched against the pain kicking out and trying to stretch the muscle. "It hurts."

One arm moved and pressed his thighs to the bed, the robes draping over him. "I know, but it has to be done to remove the toxins. There is no other way."

Harry stilled and relaxed into his humming mind state, letting Voldemort be easily pushed out. "He was back again. He's gone." He turned his head and opened his eyes, Professor Snape staring at his still cramping foot. "What do you mean toxins?"

His head whipped back, and he swore and muttered under his breath glancing a Poppy's office. "The toxins in your body were not being filtered out. Your kidneys are undamaged and working properly, but a certain amount was not being filtered but rather was somehow replicating itself. The potion is apparently working, as your muscles are contracting, to force those toxins out of your body." He pressed down harder as the cramp moved upward and Harry gasped. "But without an explanation of what caused this there's no way to keep it from happening again. The Headmaster warned me to look for anything caused by your vision if you came to the hospital wing. Was there anything in your vision last night to suggest he caused it?"

Hard stone, cold stone, warm fingers, extra robes. Something sharp in my lower back, kicking, tube falling to the floor. "Something in the vial. He injected me with something. Something—Ow!" His other foot cramped at the same time the other moved higher. "Creatinine. The vial said creatinine." He clenched his teeth and pulled in as much air as he could. "How long is this going to last?"

He pressed down harder and he stared off into midair. "Creatinine? Natural poison. It wouldn't show up as unusual on medical scans. It could have killed you without anything being noticed if it built up slowly. Minor symptoms getting worse would easily be explained away by stress or working too hard, not getting enough sleep. Why would he have it progress so quickly?"

Harry smacked his head into the mattress. "Broke free. Threw myself out of the vision. It could've screwed something up. Or maybe he panicked and tried to salvage the plan. Gryffindor stupidity, remember? We never ask for help until the last minute." He curled his arm and wrapped his fingers around Professor Snape's hand. "Can't I be asleep during this?"

He squeezed back "I'm afraid not. You're muscles would relax and your circulation would slow. The potion wouldn't expel the toxins before it is broken down by the body. Just hold on. Don't exhaust yourself struggling."

He lay back and focused on the humming and not the searing pain moving up his body. This isn't a movie. I'll be fine. It won't kill me when it reaches my heart. He won't let me die. Biara would kill him.

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Two hours. Severus relaxed into the chair next to the bed, the legs squeaking as he leaned back, and set the empty vial on the table. The body was pale, covered in sweat, and still shaking a bit as the muscles contracted a few last times. Severus pushed the soaked hair off Harry's forehead and leaned back again.

The Headmaster conjured a chair and lowered into it. "I had to ward the doors just to keep his friends away between classes." He chuckled and patted Harry's arm. "You gave him the sleeping potion?" At Severus' nod he continued. "Does Harry believe it was the vision that caused this?"

Severus ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it behind his shoulders. "Yes he does. He thinks his interference may have altered the Dark Lord's intentions. I don't know why, but he decided to trust you this time instead of handling it himself, and it saved his life." Severus rubbed his forehead. "I honestly do not know whether this is a good thing or if we should be terrified that things were really that bad."

Albus squeezed his shoulder. "I think for now that we should be grateful that he is all right. Though what he will tell his friends is an interesting question. Mr. Longbottom seems to have become very good at getting our young Mr. Potter to where he needs to be to heal, it is certainly not what I expected." He steepled his fingers and leaned back in the chair. "Has he returned to normal?" He chuckled. "Well, at least not falling asleep and ignoring his friends?"

Severus nodded and checked Harry's pulse again, settling down slowly. "Yes, though he is still spending much of his time alone. I believe it is just because of the extra work from Biara though, so at least he does not seem to be intentionally isolating himself." He glanced around and cast a privacy bubble. "Have you noticed anything strange about Mr. Malfoy lately?" The lemon scented bag finally appeared and he rejected the candy held out to him.

The Headmaster sucked on the candy for a moment. "In what way?"

Severus growled. "I do not know if I am just being paranoid, but he seems to have backed away from Harry, and he has been, jumpy, skittish for the last week. I asked him if he was having any problems and the boy actually stuttered before leaving as quickly as possible."

Bushy eyebrows raised as the candy clicked against his teeth. "That is odd. You have no idea of what could have brought this behavior on?"

Harry coughed and turned to face them. "That would be my fault I think." He wrapped his arm across his chest and pushed himself onto his elbow. Albus helped him to sit and the boy took several deep breaths before speaking. "I was talking about Voldemort without watching what I was saying, and I may have freaked him out. At least, he seemed to bolt from the room pretty fast."

Severus groaned and dragged his hands over his face. "What exactly did you say to him?"

Harry grimaced and shrugged. "I don't really remember. I'd just gone to the owlry to give Ron and Hermione some alone time to discuss why she was mad at him because he said something about me, and I met up with Draco and he wanted to talk. I wasn't censoring my knowledge to what everyone else knows. I think I said something about him being a hypocrite 'because he's a half-blood, and I said something about every evil leader thinking they're better than everyone else that came before them, but all in all it's a bit hazy. I've tried to talk to him a few times but he's just run off and now he's started avoiding me all together, which is pretty impressive since we have classes together." He rubbed the back of his head with the hand not holding his ribs. "I'm sorry if I've screwed him up mentally or something, but I really didn't mean to freak him out. I was just talking about the books I lent him from Biara's evil history class."

Severus pulled out his wand and cast a diagnostic spell. "Harry, are you in any pain?"

He tipped his head to the side, considering the question. "Not really, no. Though I feel a little shaky. Why?"

"You should not be awake. The sleeping potion should have knocked you out for another three hours." He grasped Harry's wrist. "Also, you're holding your ribs."

Harry looked down and dropped his arm. "Um, I ran into a desk the other day. It's just a bruise that didn't hurt until all my muscles contracted and reminded me it was there." He slid back on the bed as Severus stood to get a healing potion. "No! Um, it's fine. It was nearly gone already."

His fingers clutched Harry's jaw and tilted his head to meet his eyes. "How about the truth now, Mr. Potter?"

He squirmed and finally looked him in the eyes. "I cast a spell that backfired on me and it, um, kind of bounced off the wall and hit me. Nothing else happened though; it just gave me a bruise." He kept his eyes moving just often enough to avoid legilimency.

Severus released him and stepped back. "What spell?"

He cleared his throat and rubbed his ear. "You know, I don't really remember all that well." He held up his hands when Severus stepped forward. "Okay, all right, it was niasfumarante."

"What a wonderful bit of mumbling that was, Mr. Potter. Perhaps you could actually say that so that others could understand you this time?"

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Harry slowly dropped his hands from his ears. Professor Snape seemed to be through yelling. Now he was pacing on the other side of the bed from Professor Dumbledore mumbling under his breath. Harry slid slowly toward Dumbledore. "Um, the book didn't describe it as being all that dangerous, just very complicated to cast. Is there a reason I shouldn't have?" He ducked his head. "I mean, besides from the fact that I obviously don't have the ability to cast it since it did backfire on me."

Dumbledore leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I think perhaps that it is less about the spell itself and more about the class in which the spell belongs." He rested his chin on the tips of his fingers. "Have you been researching offensive spells?"

Harry sighed. "Yes." He pulled his knees to his chest. "I just want things to be the way they should be, and that can't happen until Voldemort's gone, so I was trying to find a way to get rid of him. Not that it worked." He linked his hands behind his head. "Anything that seems likely to work is too complicated for me to cast, and how do you kill someone who's been trying to become immortal for longer than you've been alive?"

Dumbledore cupped Harry's cheek. "I know that you want to be able to spend time with your friends and do your homework without worrying about attacks or who is inside your mind, but you can not rush these things, Harry. You will find a way when it is time and you are ready to face him for the last time. Trying to do too much too fast will only get you killed. Whatever your life is like now or has been, you are still a young man with much to learn."

Harry dropped his arms and leaned back on them. "How many more are going to die before I'm finally ready to do what I've been destined to do?"

Severus yanked his arm and turned him around. "That is neither your fault nor your responsibility. You are to go to class and learn about Goblin rebellions and how to transfigure useless things into other useless things and do completely stupid things with your friends." He blinked and released his arm, taking a few steps back. "I must return to my classes." He nodded several times, slowly turning around, and moved toward the door.

Harry's mouth dropped open.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, covering a laugh. "I think that our potions master has just, how would you say it, freaked himself out." He patted Harry's hand and stood. "Get some rest. I don't think Poppy will let you out of here before dinner, and certainly not if you don't rest. I will tell your friends that you are resting and completely recovered. I will allow you to decide how much you want to reveal to them about what happened." He walked toward the door humming to himself and chuckling.

Harry lay back, fluffing the pillow under his head, and sighed. "Completely nutso. All of them." He shrugged and curled into a ball, rubbing his arm as his bicep contracted.

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The side streets of Hogsmede were narrower than the others he'd been on. Hermione and Ron had been arguing and had barely responded when he said he was going to run an errand and would meet up with them later. He turned onto a dusty road and jogged to the third building on the right. The streaked window looked in on a long counter and a row of cubicles with phones along the far wall. He took a deep breath and entered, nodding to the man behind the desk, and moved to the phone in the back corner passing a Hufflepuff seemingly trying to convince his father to buy an owl. The wooden chair creaked slightly as he sat and he slid to the edge and picked up the receiver. The endless numbers and choices for his calling card finally ended and it rang.

"Hello, fairy expert speaking, how may I avoid your call?"

Harry snorted and bit his lip before speaking. "Hello, I'm with the Voldemort removal squad. I just called to report failure and hospitalization."

"Are you all right? Well of course they must have let you out since you're calling, unless you escaped and then you must have been able to make it to a phone. What happened?"

The chair legs scraped against the floor as he pulled it closer to the phone to avoid the goggling Hufflepuff. "I'm fine, I've been out for three days, and it was a poisonous vision and a backfired spell. The vision is what got me into Pomfrey's clutches, but the bruises from the spell caused an unforeseen reaction."

"With the detox?"

He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "With Uncle. He freaked out. First he yelled, which I expected, but then he started saying it wasn't my fault and that I should act like the kid I'm meant to be. I think he even freaked himself out because he left quickly and he's been avoiding me since I was freed, which was the same day I went in."

"Wow. What did the wondrous headmaster have to say about the spell? Did he restrict your book access?"

"No, but he told me that I can't rush things and that I would find the spell that I need to defeat him when it was time to use it."

"Huh. That's taking a lot on faith and coincidence, but I'll believe it. He is uber old and respecting your elders and all that. Well ignoring death and destruction for a moment, have you made up with everyone yet?"

"Hermione, yes. I set up some her time and she's been calm ever since, except when yelling at Ron, which I didn't expect to change anyway. Draco still won't talk to me, and he's acting weird toward Professor Snape too. I sent him a few letters since he won't let me catch him in person, but he hasn't responded. I've seen him in the library, but I don't want to chase him out when he's trying to get his work done."

"Things will work out, so no worries. I had Kyle tarot card it. There's something wonky in the mix that's messing up the cards and it keeps moving closer to the present. If you hang in there, maybe everything will unfold and be happy, or at least be a little clearer."

"Thanks Cali. Anything happening with you?"

"Well actually, I have thrown myself entirely into fairy research. I've been trying to find things on the land of the fey, but everything refers back to this author that I can't find anything by except a book of obscure anecdotes and currently useless spells. This one spell has no context and I wanted to see if there was a page missing or something, but apparently even this book is a first edition that you can't find anywhere else. I even checked Hogwarts for goodness sake. The spell has got this weird picture of tree braches above the spell and it just feels like the picture isn't finished, and I'm babbling. Anyway, Dad's been spontaneously hugging me all weekend, so I think he's happy with my intense interest in fairies and I'm finally back to normal on that front." The voices were far off and muffled. "Damn, I'm being drafted for kickball in the first snow of the season, and I don't think it's going to last long cause it's kind of a pitiful snow. If anything breaks there let me know, and I'm sending you my treatise of fairies and a photocopy of that damn tree. Will you draw a picture of what the rest of it should look like to make me feel happy and complete? No one else here has managed it."

"Sure Cali. Have fun with your kickball. Bye."

"Bye. Kisses."

The line went dead and Harry set the receiver back in place, leaning his head against it with a smile. He left the store and walked back to the Three Broomsticks to meet Ron and Hermione so he could drag them to Honeydukes so he could buy chocolate to stuff himself with later.

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Harry popped another chocolate mint and pushed himself to the corner of the bed. "So it's like I'm having a backlash or something."

Neville let his Transfiguration book drop into his lap. "How?"

He rolled onto his back and jumped a little, spreading out the bunched covers under him. "Well I was completely out of energy and now I feel like I could run around the school six or seven times and then play a few games of quittich. Instead I'm trapped in here doing work." He laughed when Neville rolled his eyes. "Okay, distracting other people from their work while I consume too much sugar and think about what I should be doing, and it's not even driving me insane. I almost feel like homework would be fun." He bounced a few times, the springs barely creaking. "So is this. Everything's fun." He slid back and looked at Neville upside down. "Do you think I should be worried or should I just enjoy this while it lasts?"

His trunk hinges folded, tossing random papers and drawings of trees to the floor. His potions and charms books jolted the bed a bit followed by the assignments, quills, and ink. Neville brushed glitter off his hands on to the sides of his robe. "If you can't concentrate enough to do your homework then you should see Madam Pomfrey because there's no way you'll be able to sit still through class."

A quill broke in half as he pulled the pile to him. "Whoops." He shrugged and tossed it to the floor. "Good point. Homework it is and then drawing more trees."

With a sigh, Neville shook his head and picked up his book. "You've drawn hundreds of trees and in all different classes too. I think I'm finally going to ask, why are you drawing trees?"

The assignment crinkled as he stuck it in the right page of his potions book. "Cali found this random spell with a picture of tree branches and because she's Cali it annoyed her that it was only part of a tree and she wanted the rest of it. Instead of trying it herself she's contracted everyone else into this quest for the perfect tree." He plucked the photocopy off the floor. "I must admit though, there is something about his tree that makes me want to see the rest of it, like they'll be something cool waiting. I tried sticking in some fairies or forest creatures, but that didn't work either. They didn't fit the slight shadows in the branches." He pushed it back onto his trunk. "But now I'm doing homework. So this I shall do, and concur the evil devil of potions knowledge." He hummed and opened the book, stopping when Neville cleared his throat, and unrolled the nearest parchment. He added a period and blinked. He glanced up at the three feet of charms essay above it. "Um, Neville, how long have I been working?"

He glanced at his watch. "Around two hours. I think that means you can avoid the hospital wing for once." He smiled and looked back to his charms book.

Harry took a deep breath, closed his ink, rolled his parchment, crinkling a little until he smoothed it out, and set it all to the side. "I just finished all my assignments without remembering doing them or getting the new books. I remember all the information but not actually reading or writing it." Neville's eyes widened and Harry slipped his shoes on. "I'm just going to pop down and see Madam Pomfrey for a bit. I'll be back." He dumped his bag out on the bed and put in some parchment, his old tree drawings, the photocopy, and a pencil. He slipped the bag over his shoulder and hurried through the halls.

Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey were huddled near the potions cabinet. "Um, excuse me."

They turned quickly and Pomfrey stared for a moment before wiping her hands on a towel sitting on the table and hurrying over. "What can I do for you, Mr. Potter? Are you feeling all right?"

His bag rustled as he set it next to the nearest bed. "I feel wonderful actually. I have more energy than I can ever remember having. Neville said I should come if I couldn't make it through my homework because then I wouldn't be able to sit through class, but I finished it fine." He scratched his neck. "The thing is, I can't remember reading the chapters or writing any of the essays even though I remember the information."

Professor Snape ran over and pushed him onto the bed and both of them started casting diagnostics. After a few minutes they both stepped back and whispered to each other. After that continued for awhile they took a few more steps back.

Harry took out his latest tree and started shading the trunk. The shadows needed something else on the trunk to cast them, but he couldn't figure out what the shapes should be. A little curvy in places, not too fat.

"What are you doing?" Professor Snape pulled the drawing out of his hand, knocking over his bag as he stepped too close. He pulled out his wand, swept all the papers back into the bag, and then dumped the whole thing onto the bed.

"Hey! You'll wrinkle them!" He sorted through and pulled out the photocopy, smoothing it and setting it next to him. "There. Now you can wrinkle away."

He sorted through them slowly. "What are these? Why are you drawing nothing but trees?"

"Cali found a spell with a tree drawn on the page, but it was only the top of the tree. She wanted someone to draw the rest of it for her. I just can't get it right, so I'm still trying. Why? And what's wrong with me?"

Professor Snape stacked the pages and tucked them back into the bag. "The spells did not show anything out of the ordinary. It may be that while removing the toxins, your muscles got used to a higher level of energy being used and it is continuing that level. Without toxins to expel, it would be directly used as energy. Perhaps you just got so involved in your work that time seemed to stop. It's not normal, most students in this school seem to have to force themselves to do their work at the last moment, but it is possible."

Madam Pomfrey cast one more spell and nodded. "If it continues, or if it gets any worse, then come back and I'll run some tests, but right now it may just be that you're not as active as you usually are without quittich. Finding another way to get some exercise and work off your excess energy may help. Now off you go." She shooed him off the bed.

He picked up his bag and walked to the door, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape leaning together by the potions cabinet again. He closed the door slowly and leaned against it for a moment before heading for the kitchens. Maybe they had some chocolate cake.

"Psst. Harry!" Draco leaned around the corner and beckoned him forward.

Harry jogged down the corridor and stopped dead halfway down. Draco ignores me everywhere for over a week, and then suddenly appears in a corridor wanting me to follow him. He slipped his wand out of his pocket and pressed against the opposite wall, walking slowly toward the branching hall. "Draco, are you there?"

He leaned back around, frowning before glancing over and seeing him against the opposite wall. "What are you doing over there? Come on, I have something to show you."

Harry nodded a few times. "Sure, just first tell me something. When I was in Professor Snape's office with the whole picture thing, what was I saying when you came in?"

Blond hair covered his cheek as he glanced both ways and turned back. "What are you talking about? Come on, we have to hurry before someone comes."

"Actually I was headed to meet some people elsewhere. I'll come some other time when you aren't trying to get me to go to strange places and looking like you need to run before someone sees you."

"What?" Draco glanced down at himself and then around the corridor. "Oh." He grimaced and glanced at the ceiling. "You were mumbling something with fake words." He scratched his head. "Only you said that it wasn't nonsense words but some kind of poetry." He looked up. "All right?"

Harry lowered his wand. "All right, now why were you acting so weird? 'Cause I'm still not ready to just run off with you."

Draco rubbed his eyes. "I've been looking for something for a week without letting anyone else know I'm looking for it and I'm tired and I don't want to ruin everything at the last minute. Have you seen Professor Snape around here?"

"He's in the hospital wing and it looks like he's not planning on leaving for awhile. Why?" He took a few steps closer to Draco.

"If he finds out he'll tell—it doesn't matter. Just let's go now, okay?" He was picking at his fingernails.

Harry ran over and grasped his hands. "Okay. Let's go."

Draco let out a deep breath and dropped his head. "Thanks." He tugged Harry's arm and they went down a secret passage behind a suit of armor. "I know I've been ignoring you and the letters you were sending, but I've been trying to figure things out, and when you said that the dark—that Voldemort was a half-blood, it reminded me of something I saw a long time ago." He cast lumos and the passage lit up. "I found this spell when I was little and looking for books on fairies. I couldn't find it in the library but--"

Harry dropped his bag and yanked out the photocopy. "This one?"

Draco started and pulled the page closer. "Where did you get this?"

He closed the bag and pulled Draco down the passage. "Cali sent it to me to draw the tree so the unfinished branches would stop annoying her. Why? Is this what you were looking for? Does that mean that you should have been talking to me instead of running away?"

Draco smacked him and pulled him out into one of the halls near the library. "It's not what I was looking for actually, it's just similar. And didn't anyone ever tell you that you shouldn't be so smug when you find out you're right?"

Harry dropped into the chair in the darkest back corner of the library. "Nope. So what's so important that you were waiting in a dark hallway where you didn't even know I'd show up?"

The book was split down on of the seams and seemed to be held together by magic. "I saw you headed to the hospital wing, so I waited there in the hopes that you wouldn't be confined to a bed for a few days, which I thought was likely since you made it there under your own power. This is the book I finally found. It was shoved at the back of a shelf behind others. I never would have found it if I wasn't looking for an obscure reference book for the last potions essay." He turned the pages slowly until he was a quarter of the way through and turned it around.

The roots and bottom of a tree with the same shadows he'd been drawing on the trunk. "It's the same tree, the same shadows, which aren't overly noticeable in the branches unless you look really well because of the shadows the branches themselves cast on each other, but they're there, just hidden." He ran his finger under the words. "It has the same grammatical structure. Do you think they're part of the same ritual? This seems to be the recipe for a potion."

Draco leaned back in the chair, sighing. "I don't know. I can't remember what the other piece was about. The one I saw at home was the trunk, but it wasn't what I was looking for so I ignored it."

"What were you looking for? I mean, with this. Why did you all of a sudden go into research mode?"

Draco stood and walked around the table, perching on the edge next to him. "You said that Voldemort was a half-blood, and that's not what I." He twisted the ends of his hair. "I just thought, maybe, it wouldn't be so bad if." He dropped his hands to the table. "You know, maybe everyone in the world could just live their own lives, at least as much as they can. With that girl, Cali, she didn't seem so bad, and Professor Snape said that she was a pure blood and a daughter of a minister of magic, and all he wanted to do was kill her. I just, look." He growled and covered his face. "It doesn't matter. The middle part, apparently, was something about half-bloods and war." He tugged at his hair. "It was a long time ago, but when I was thinking, that's what came into my head, so that's what I looked for. All I remember well is thinking that it sounded like another of my father's books he wouldn't let me touch that he sometimes read to me. It was about all these prophecies that hadn't come true and had been around for hundreds or thousands of years. The one time I asked about the ones that came true, well it wasn't pretty. I guess that's why I remember it." He leaned close to Harry's ear. "I don't know what this means or what I was looking for, or why I've been obsessed with this and ignoring my homework for a week. It just happened. I got this really strong feeling today like I needed to tell you about it, so I did, all right?"

Harry pulled out his wand and duplicated the page, putting it along with the photocopy. "All right. You were looking for fairy information when you found the trunk?"

"Yes."

He nodded and pressed his hand to Draco's cheek. "Things come back when we need them." He pushed back the chair and pulled a chocolate frog out of his pocket, pushing it into Draco's palm. "Have some chocolate, relax, do your homework, go to class, and stop acting like you've lost your mind and everything will work out." He laughed. "Kyle and his tarot are right more than wrong after all." He hugged Draco and patted his head when his mouth hung open. "I'm going to go run around the school a dozen times or so, eat some more chocolate and waste large amounts of times doing nothing and distracting others from their work. I'll see you in class." He ran out of the library, ignoring the shouting librarian, and ran all the way to the tower, taking the longest route with the most detours he could.

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Oh my, that got a little random toward the end, but you should know that I only got this chapter finished, edited, and posted today because I became possessed of the same excessive energy as Harry seems to possess. It really was quite fun. :) Have fun until the next update.