A/N Hello everyone! Just wanted to warn you that this is a really short chapter, and I had planned it as such. But just because it's short does not mean its pointless, or a filler… It is very important!! But still, I'm sorry for the extreme shortness. I hate short chapters too… Thanks to reviewers:

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Insanity

He paced along the landings quickly, every now and then running his hand through his hair. It was slightly knotted from the wind, much like his mind.

Half an hour he'd been striding up and down the corridors of his house, trying to make sense of what had happened. But surely, nothing happened. They'd been flying, and the stupid prat had, not almost, but actually fallen off his broom. Draco saved him. That was the end of it. But then…

Draco cried out in frustration once more hit the nearest thing to him: a wall. He turned around and leant against it, tilting his head back so that it was also touching it. Still, he hadn't figured out what had happened. Draco was a Healer, it was his duty to save lives… But usually he didn't feel like this after he did. He sighed again and let his body slip down the cold stone wall until he hit the floor. Breathing heavily, arms shaking, he closed his eyes and tried to think of other things, other patients back at St Mungo's. But one sentence kept playing in his mind.

"You called me Harry."

Draco shook his head slowly and turned his thoughts to something different; Quidditch. It was the Quidditch world cup this year. He'd be going again, in the summer. But who with? 'Harry likes Quidditch,' his thoughts said to him.

He opened his eyes and stood up. "Not Harry," Draco said angrily to himself for the third time, "Potter!"

He walked downstairs and his eyes stumbled upon the bag that he had carelessly discarded two days before, after apparating straight into the manor, shaking all over. He blinked and saw once again Harry's most terrifying thought.

As he walked into the kitchen, something else struck him. If Harry's most terrifying thought had been true, then Harry, too, would be dead now, for Draco wouldn't have been there to save him forty-five minutes ago when he fell. But then, Harry wouldn't have been flying anyway, would he? Had Draco in fact caused one of his patients to have a near death experience? But Harry had had enough of those to last a lifetime…

"Not Harry!" Draco shouted at himself, "Potter!"

Draco sat down on a chair in the kitchen. He didn't even know what he was doing in this room. He didn't know what he was doing, striding around his house with no purpose. Slowly, he buried his head in his hands. Why was he feeling this confused? All he'd done was say a name. A stupid, pathetic name. It meant nothing. But the more he thought about it, the more the word 'Harry' sounded so much better than the word 'Potter'. It sounded kinder, warmer.

Warmer.

Draco stood up. He had something to do and a lot of time in which to do it, but he wanted to do it now. Why he had decided this, he did not know. He didn't even know where the thought had come from, but he realised that it needed to be done.

He took his travelling cloak from off a hook on the wall in the hall, and twirled and clicked his fingers.

Draco shivered as a freezing breeze blew the side of his face. He turned to see a window with a large crack in it leading up to a hole. The floorboards by the walls were rotting away slowly, and a damp stench swan around them in the air.

He raised his wand to cast a fire, but his companion quickly grabbed his arm and said, "No fires in here, Draco. I've told you that before. If they see…"

Draco looked at him. His long hair was as messy as Draco's felt, but never looked. His clothes were dirty and his cloak was torn in a few places. He looked quite like a tramp.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "You won't even use magic to clean yourself up, father? You're absolutely disgusting."

"At least if they find me, they won't know it's me," His father said softly back to him as he sat down on the dusty, damp floor.

Draco turned up his nose as the older blonde signalled for him to sit on the floor beside him, and flicked his wand to conjure a chair to sit on instead. "Father, a blind man would be able to tell it was you. You're hair is brighter than mine!"

Lucius Malfoy smiled faintly, but did not laugh.

"So what brings you to the Shrieking Shack then, boy?" He asked.

Suddenly, Draco shook from nerves. Was this a mistake? Should he have come?

"You only usually come when you've given the Potter boy a lesson," Lucius said in a contemplating sort of way, "Did he have one today? Did he remember something?"

Draco shook his head. "I – I don't think his memory is going to come back, father."

Lucius shot him a terrible glare then, one that Draco had never been able to perfect; a stare that made him more nervous than anything else.

"You told me he'd remember," Lucius spat, "You said that with your 'help', he'd remember how to use magic!"

"I thought it would, but its obviously not…" Draco said quickly.

His father opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He waited a few moments before opening it again to say calmly, "Then you'll just have to teach him how to 'defend' himself again. I'm sure he'll learn quickly with you, just like he did with his pet spell. And have you killed Weasley's daughter yet?"

"No…" Draco said quietly.

"Why not?" His father spat loudly, "If it wasn't for her, I would have killed Potter that very night, rather than just pushing him off his broom. And the silly girl couldn't even tell it was me! Yes, you kill her Draco, and then teach Potter everything again…"

This was it. Draco took a deep breath. "I don't want to, father."

"You'll have to teach him curses as well; I want him to know it all, so I can have a good duel, and prove that I am better than the Dark Lord," He said loudly, ignoring Draco. "That Dark Lord who saw fit to lock us up, Draco, reduce us to slaves! I will have my vengeance…"

"I'm not going to teach him, father," Draco said again, trying not to be intimidated by the madman sitting before him on the floor.

"And the Dark Lord with writhe in his bloody hell…"

"Father!" Draco yelled suddenly. Lucius finally looked up, his eyes wide and alert. It scared Draco every so slightly to see someone so insane sitting in his fathers body. But that's what being alone does to people, he supposed. Being alone for two years, convincing yourself that you're better than the darkest, most powerful wizard that once walked the earth… "I'm not going to teach him anymore."

"I beg your pardon?" Lucius said quietly.

"I don't want to help you anymore, father, its over…" Draco muttered.

The two men sat still for a moment, but then the elder of the two scrambled up quickly and ran over to Draco, falling on his knees in a pleading sort of fashion.

"What are you talking about, boy?" He said harshly, "You want revenge on Potter, too!"

Draco shook his head, "Not anymore…"

Lucius jumped up on both feet before him, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Draco. "What has he done? What's happened?"

"Nothing's happened, father," Draco lied calmly, staying sat down.

"Something must have happened," Lucius said, pacing now. "He's tricked you, he's done something to you…" And then he stopped. Slowly, he turned his head around to look at him, like a ghost, and Draco began to shake again. "He's befriended you, hasn't he?"

Draco tried not to let his heavy breathing show. "No," He said, "I'd never be friends with such a…"

"You always wanted to be his friend in school, Draco, didn't you?" Lucius jeered. "You wanted to be friends with all the rich people, even though you're rich yourself. And now you can't keep away. You've had a taste of his life; it's good isn't it? To be loved by so many!"

"Father, I've no idea what you mean!" Draco shouted honestly, standing up now. He felt a tad more confident when his father stepped back a ways when he stood up.

"Well I assure you, Draco," His father went on, not listening to Draco, "Once you've taught him and I've killed him, you can have all his riches, and women will pour over you instead…"

"Women? Riches?" Draco repeated, getting more confused every second. "Father, I don't want to be part of your plan anymore!"

And then it happened, Lucius cracked. He tried to shoot a curse at Draco, but Draco pulled out his wand and blocked it with ease. "Just because you've made a friend, boy! Friends are not worth the amount money is, or women!"

"You're mad!" Draco shouted.

"You're mad, boy! Not wanting to help me… You'll be rewarded in ways you could never dream of…"

"I don't want to be!" Draco shouted as loud as he could, more to get the message across. "I'm a Healer, father, not a killer!"

"You're a spineless coward!" Lucius shouted, shooting another hex but missing by inches. "You couldn't even kill an old man when ordered to!"

Red sparks flew out of Draco's wand then, hitting his father square on in the chest and making him fall over. Draco walked over to him and stood over him as he whispered angrily, "Don't try and use that against me. I've left the past behind, and so has Harry…"

"Harry…" Lucius wheezed weakly.

Draco's eyes widened slowly. He had said too much. He had to leave, quickly.

"His name is Harry, is it?"

Draco heard his father standing back up behind him as he walked quickly to leave.

"And who is Harry, boy?" Lucius went on jeering. "Is he your enemy, your friend, or something more?"

Draco had reached the door at the far end of the room when he turned around to shout, "Enough! I'm not helping you anymore, father, do you understand that? If you try to contact me, I'll inform the ministry straight away. Understand?" When he received no reply, he said, "Goodbye father," And left the room and disapparated from the Shrieking Shack.

When he appeared back in his own home ten seconds later, he began to shake more than he had all evening. He couldn't help but think he had just made things worse. By telling his father to stay away from Harry, would that make him come to find him even quicker? Even is Harry wasn't ready to duel with him? And what if his father did come, and Harry wasn't able to duel because Draco had refused to teach him? Then Harry would die for sure, and who would everyone have to thank for it? Draco, that's who.

An idea occurred to him as he tried with difficulty to get to sleep that night; perhaps he should tell Harry the truth. Tell him that he had been part of a plot to train him back up and then kill him; tell him that it was, in fact, Draco's father whom he saw every night in his sleep, because it was Draco's father who pushed him off his broom and made him loose his memory in the first place; tell him that the reason his friends hated him so much was because he tried to kill Dumbledore – their old headmaster – in sixth year, and tried to kill him in seventh year, even when they weren't at school for the whole year; tell him that now he had changed, and didn't want to try and kill him anymore…

When Draco woke up the next morning, however, he had come to the solid conclusion that there was no way on earth he could tell Harry any of those things. If he lost Harry, even after just a month of being friends with him, he knew he'd feel alone, more so than he felt before Harry became a patient.

But that was it. Suddenly, after one small incident on a Quidditch pitch, Harry had become more than just a patient. Draco didn't know why, all he knew was that Harry was a lot more than a patient now.

A/N Hiya!! Once again, I'd like to say I'm sorry the chapter is short... But I hope you like it all the same!! Some thing are more clear now I hope... Exciting stuff hehe!! The plot is really getting thicker now isn't it!! So, I'm afraid I have some news to break to you all... I'm going on holiday on Sunday for two weeks... So I'm afraid there will not be another chapter up for over two weeks... I hope you don't all forget about me... But I promise that when I get back I'll get right back into the writing and upload a chapter as soon as I can. I'm going to Florida for my birthday, and I'm so excited, but I am actually gutted that I cant update on here for ages!! But like I said, I'll update as quickly as I can after I get back. I hope You all have a great two weeks, and please don't forget about my fic while I'm gone!! Love you all!!

Bflatgirl xxxx