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A/N: Thanks everyone for their reviews sorry I took so long to update but you all know how that is. From now on I will either update every day or every two days alright? Well here's chapter 3.
Chapter 3:Insight
Three day's of the same routine.
During the day check ups regularly, Three course meals (more like slop), and when night falls they give you pills to help you sleep, take away bad dreams, eyes closed against consciousness.
But even pills can't make me stop dreaming about him, Can't stop the ache in my heart because I find myself missing him.
It makes me hate myself for loving him in the first place.
On the fourth day something strange occurs. The orderly pokes his head through my door for the hundredth time that morning.
" Come on Potter, you just might get out of solitary confinement."
I jump out of bed with a smile on my face. Maybe there is a god after all.
When your in a room for a week straight, only getting out when you've got to go to the bathroom, it's hard not to lose your mind.
If you haven't already lost it anyway.
We make our way down the hallway and a couple of patients look my way but I disregard them and follow the orderly around the corner.
" So what's this about?" I ask walking by his side.
" Seems Dumbledore thinks your ready to move up a level but first you have to have a little chat with one of our psychologist."
I nod and walk with him the rest of the way to the room. We stop in front of a wooden door and I take a deep breath in.
"Well here goes."
Draco P.O.V
Today is a Wednesday meaning we've got group therapy in about an hour. Truth be told I kind of like group therapy. It makes you feel like you're not the only fucked up person in our perfect world.
An orderly sticks his head through the bedroom door. He looks around for a second before his eyes fall on me.
"Where's Mr.Zabini?"
Blaise and I share a room, which sucks because they're times when I crumble in front of the guy and all he does is stare like if he gets off from my pain.
"Went to the rec room-" he gives me an impassive look, "with an orderly of course." I finish getting up from my bed. He watches my every move and when his eyes land on a particular spot below my waist I give him the coldest glare I can manage.
" W-well I'll be back in an hour to take you to group alright."
I don't even nod just turn away and begin to retrieve my clothes for the morning; the door closes quietly behind me.
Gray slacks with a plain white T-shirt; this is what we wear to group. I poke my head through the door and try to get one of the orderly's attention.
" I need to go to the washroom." I sneer giving him a cold look.
Thing about the orderlies in this facility is that they're more fucked up than some of us. Who the hell would get off fucking a bunch of crazy teens like us and it's quite obvious that we're all underage. But do you think they care?
Nope.
He leads me down to the room and nods to the other orderly who stands in here to make sure we don't off ourselves in the shower.
Which I don't even think is possible unless someone tries to commit suicide with the showerhead.
I strip quickly and go to the nearest showerhead before turning on the steaming hot water. My mind clears for a moment before the door opens once again. I sneak a peak at the intruder and my throat constricts for a moment before I hurriedly scrub at my skin.
" Morning Malfoy."
I turn my head slightly only to see a pair of sinister red eyes and locks of jet black hair.
" Morning Riddle." I whisper washing suds from my skin.
" They're finally letting me back in group therapy, should be quite interesting to say the least."
I nod remembering that slight incident. Tom had actually reached level three until he bashed Ronald Weasley's face in a couple of months ago.
I believe it was because weasley kept calling Tom 'Tommy Ritalin."(1), I think its safe to say he won't do it again but still you never know with weasley.
Things like that make you wonder how I ended up in Slytherin with a guy like Tom or even Blaise for that matter. I guess that's what persuasion from my father could do because Dumbledore never intended to put me in Slytherin.
My father I suppose just wanted to make my life alot worse.
Harry P.O.V
Dr. McGonagall is the type of woman that doesn't take any shit.
She's sitting high in her seat behind a newly polished desk, hair tight in a bun, so tight I think it magically made a few of her wrinkles disappear. She motions for me to have a seat, pushing her classes high on the bridge of her nose as she stares down at me like a bulldog.
My face pales ever so slightly. I'm not even sitting in my chair comfortably before she pounces.
" Why are you here Mr. Potter?" My gaze falters down to the black slacks I'm wearing and I pull on a single piece of dark thread. I can feel her staring at me waiting for an answer- I give her a small shrug.
" You don't know Harry? I think it's time for you to try to figure out don't you?"
I just nod once looking up slightly.
" I know you don't want to be here but it's the only way to help you. You do want help right?" Her gentle voice momentarily soothes me.
Part of me wants to tell it all but the other part say's there's no way in hell I'm going to. So Instead I give her a taste of what she wants.
" Suppose I'm here for one or two things."
She leans forward in her chair, fingers laced, eyes filled with calm ferocity. Is that even possible? Must be my morning med's talking.
" The cuts were just ways to temporarily keep the numbness away. It was the only things besides...him to make me feel alive."
I sigh before running a hand through my dark locks hoping that she doesn't ask about who 'he' is. But surprisingly she doesn't say a thing so I go on.
" The bullet though that is another story all together."
She stops me then and types momentarily on the lab top in front of her before asking me smaller questions to do with family and friends.
I told her my parents were dead, my guardians didn't know whether I was dead or alive even though we lived under the same roof, and friends? Who would want to be friends with an outcast like me?
She seemed to deem this enough info about me because after a look at the clock she cut our meeting short.
" Alright Mr. Potter. I think we made tons of progress. So much that I think your ready to take the next step."
I look at her expectantly.
"Welcome to level two."
A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this chapter but I was having too much fun over spring break...ok I was just too lazy to do anything over spring break so he he...yeah. Anyways guys I need some advice on a few things and I'd really appreciate it if you can tell me what you think. I was kinda stuck on whether to keep the story going only doing Harry and Draco P.O.V's or a mixture of P.O.V's and every once in a while just a regular chapter... I'm not sure though so you guys tell me what you think about that and how the stories going so far. And who could be this mysterious guy Harry keeps referring to? Hmm we'll just have to find out.
(1): I'm not sure if I spelled Ritalin (you know the drug) right and I really don't wanna look it up so do you guys know if I spelled it the right way?