Alright this was meant to be posted on the 23, but I've actually decided that you really can't count on any date I set, because I will just disappoint you. Less than a week after the set date is better than five months! Hope everyone enjoys this next part it, and all comments are welcome!

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Chapter 14 (really Chapter 13 part 2, but hey who cares :) )

Draco and Harry sat silently in their room, Poppy had just come buy to tell Draco that he could finally leave his bed as long as he didn't overexcite himself. It had only taken Draco four days to almost completely recover, now all he had to do was keep taking his potions. During those four days Draco had grumbled and spoken under his breath about how horrible it was in bed. His complaints would have been louder if the situation was different.

However, now that Draco had his freedom, he didn't leave the room. Harry thought it was pretty ironic that Draco stayed on his bed instead of exploring his new surroundings. Considering that was all Draco had wanted to do since yesterday morning. Maybe Draco was scared. He was in a house that was holding everyone he had sworn to hate. Only now he was conveniently on their side. He had spoken to Dumbledore and Snape about the circumstances, but Snape hadn't come back yet, and Dumbledore is a busy man. So the only real contact Draco had was with Harry, himself, and Madame Pomphrey.

Harry however was content to keep reading in silence and not pry at Draco. After all, he still was Harrys enemy at Hogwarts, and Harry was also being quite vigilant to his rules.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Draco said snidely. It was pretty obvious what Harry was doing, so Harry picked up his book and shook it in Draco's general direction. "How come you're not out with your friends?" Draco still kept his haughty tone.

Harry shrugged his shoulders in response.

Draco was silent again for a few moments before he suddenly stood up, "Potter!"

Harry turned and looked at Draco questioningly.

"Potter," he repeated, "if you're hanging around here to 'baby-sit' me then you can stop it this instant!" Draco seemed furious and his hands balled into fists as his sides.

Harry suppressed a laugh, "I don't care what you do Malfoy. This is my room too."

"Well get out!" Draco crossed his arms glaring daggers at Harry.

Harry did laugh this time, "you can't tell me to leave my own room you prat."

"Well I don't want you here so—so — go hang out with your mates!"

"You go hang out with them." Harry turned back to his book and tried to ignore Draco.

Draco, however, wouldn't let it go, "Why do you have to be so stubborn!"

God he was getting annoying, "go somewhere else if I bother you so much."

"This is my room too Potter!"

'Hmm', where had harry heard that before? "Why are you afraid to leave Malfoy?" Harry finally asked.

"I most certainly am not afraid!"

"Yes you are." Replied Harry giving into his less mature side.

"Everyone hates me Potter, why would I want to go out, what would I do?" Draco sounded hopeless and angry at the same time.

"Well you hate everyone else here too so..."

"That's not true, I don't hate Professor Snape, or... or..." Draco trailed off.

"Snape isn't here, so I guess that doesn't give you—"

"What?" Malfoy interrupted, "Where is he?"

"With your old pal Voldemort." Jibed Harry, just for old times sake, ignoring the pain that shot through his forehead.

"He isn't my pal!" Raged Draco, " I wouldn't be there if he was!"

Harry frowned, that really was the truth wasn't it, Draco would never voluntarily stay here unless he really did oppose the Dark Lord.

"Didn't you know that Potter," Draco asked sarcastically, "didn't they announce it to everyone to know!"

"Yeah I know Malfoy," Harry said quietly. Images of Dracos' battered body flashed in Harrys mind. He had paid a huge price in defying the Dark Lord. Malfoy was lucky to even be alive, "I know." He repeated.

"Who told you!" Draco asked pointing an accusing finger at Harry, "Snape? Is that what you were 'chatting' about the other day?"

"No! I saw what happened to you! So just drop it and leave me alone! God you're impossibly annoying." Harry rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. The bed squeaked behind Harry signaling that Draco had sat back down.

"What do you mean you saw it?" Draco asked.

Harry didn't reply, he didn't like talking about this connection to Voldemort, Draco repeated his question but Harry refused to answer. Harry repeated the rules to himself. Don't get emotional. Don't make anyone feel anything for you. Keep reading, Harry told himself, just keep reading. Draco was growing increasingly agitated and in Harrys point of view acting like a bratty child. Is this what Harry himself sounded like when he was angry?

No. Harry decided, Draco was acting like a spoiled child who wasn't getting their way. Harry had never been spoiled, so he therefore couldn't act like Draco was. Finally Draco worked himself into a rut and gave up. Harry sent up a silent thank you and kept on reading. A small headache had formed behind Harrys eyes, which he accounted to Dracos ranting, but the time lunch rolled around it hadn't gone away so Harry decided to take a short nap to ease the pain.

After Harry woke up the headache was completely gone. Malfoy however was not.

"Is that what you do all day Potter? Laze about, cooped up in this room?"

Harry merely shrugged, which caused the blonde to be agitated even further. Harrys stomach gave a small grumble making Harry look at the clock. He had slept away the rest of the afternoon and it was already dinner time. Walking to the door harry looked back at the sullen Malfoy boy. "I'm going to dinner, are you coming or not?"

Draco gave Harry a pointed look before turning away. Harry didn't give it a second thought and continued out of the room. At the bottom of the stairs Harry saw Draco peek out of the room and edge his way out. Almost as if someone would attack him at any moment Draco cautiously walked behind Harry at a distance. Checking back to see if Draco was still following, Harry entered the main house and deliberately left the kitchen door open.

Nobody paid Harry much attention as they were now used to his quiet and withdrawn self. Lupin still sent him a curious glance once and a while, as if something was on his mind but he couldn't get it out.

Harry calmly went to the cupboard to get a fresh glass, when Draco timidly waked into the room. Everyone fell silent and tension was audibly filling up the room. For once Harry was pleased that the tension was made by someone else for a change. Draco stiffened his back and proudly sat down at the table next to Professor McGonagall.

"I'm glad to see you are recovering well Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall said breaking the ice.

Draco nodded his head in accord, and looked at the table top.

"Here you go dear, " Said Mrs. Weasley, "eat up or you wont get better."

"Thank you." Draco said firmly, but his look was that of bewilderment. He was most likely expecting Mrs Weasley to be cold to him. As their families were mortal enemies not matter whose side you were on.

Harry felt a stab of jealousy flow through him. Mrs weasley could find it in her heart to be nice to a Malfoy, but to Harry she was still reserved. Harry glared at Malfoy as he sat down at an empty seat, and his headache was steadily returning Slowly everyone started back up their conversations and things returned to some semblance of normal. Even Processor McGonagall got Draco into a light conversation, but Harry couldn't take it. So, suddenly, Harry stood up and left the kitchen. Nobody noticed his departure. It was now that Harry realized that He missed interacting with these people. He wished that he didn't have to pretend that he was indifferent to them. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't be so wary of him if Voldemort, ouch, didn't get into his mind. His friends and care takers wouldn't have to be pushed away. This was all His fault! Harry kicked a rock bitterly, he was jealous that even Malfoy got to talk to people he couldn't.

You made the rules in the first place, Harry reminded himself, concentrate on the goal. The Dark Lord needed to be destroyed, and soon, so things could go back to how they were. Jumping the steps two at a time Harry rushed to his desk and flicked on the light. Shifting through the books now deemed useless or helpful, Harry grabbed a new one and randomly flipped it open.

Spells about banishing ghosts were not going to help. He flipped though it before throwing it into the useless pile. The next one was crap as well. All of the spells needed some kind of human sacrifice, and that didn't interest Harry. The next book seemed to be pretty decent, except all of its spells were nothing that Harry could use to fight Voldemort with. Heaving a frustrated sigh Harry also put that book into the useless pile. Actually the only book in the helpful pile was the Old Magic book. And that was only still there because none of its spells required a wand. Harry pounded his head a couple times against the desk. This only increased Harrys headache and made his eyes blur out of focus.

Merlin Harry wished someone would barge in and simply tell Harry how to Kill Voldemort and be done with it! Harry looked hopefully at the door, usually when people made hopeless wishes like that in the movies someone would come in and say something asinine that turned out to the answer. Nobody came through Harrys door except Draco half and hour later, and he didn't say anything at all.

The next few days went by quickly. After Dracos first dinner he steadily left the room more and more leaving Harry to the peacefully quiet room. The frequent headaches Harry had been experiencing ended up a permanent fixture in his life. Harry even swiped one of Dracos potions to try and cure himself. It didn't help, and adding insult to injury along with Harrys headaches he developed short bouts of dizziness and sometimes woke up in the middle of the night with the need to hurl.

Ron and Hermione noticed Harrys displeasure and probed him to see Madame Pomphrey about it. Harry didn't like Poppy fussing over him so they convinced Ron to use Harrys symptoms as his own. Poppy checked Ron over with a critical eye and gave him something similar to a potion for influenza.

This potion quelled Harrys illness enough to convince them it had worked but as soon as the next day came it only got worse. As perusal Ron and Hermione would only see Harry every so often so they didn't know he was still sick. Harry didn't know why he was keeping this from everyone. Avoiding them to keep them safe was one thing, but being sick without anyone knowing was unsafe for Harry himself.

Harry stopped showing up at meals, but surprisingly nobody came to check on him. Not even Madame Pomphrey, who usually was quite stubborn about Harrys diet. Days went by in hazes, sometimes Harry didn't wake up until the afternoon and then fell back asleep until the next morning. High points were spent in the loo emptying anything that was in Harrys stomach, which wasn't much but acid and water. On the way back from the latest trip to the bathroom Harry was hardly strong enough to stand up properly, and he kept leaning heavily on the wall.

Stepping with feet full of lead and a head that wouldn't stop spinning Harry tripped and fell onto the floor. Groggy and sick Harry pushed himself back up grabbing onto a doorhandle for leverage. As soon as brass hit flesh a wave of ease was sent through Harrys body. It was a fleeting moment of healing that gave Harry the strength to stand up. This door handle, this door, must been enchanted Harry decided. He pressed his full body against the door letting the pain ease away.

Without further need for convincing Harry opened the door and stepped a bit more steadily into the room. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day. Even the fact that Harry had just entered into Snapes room didn't matter. Harrys knees started to wobble and sleep started to drift back over him. Harry stumbled over to the bed in the corner and promptly fell upon it This room soothed Harry for reasons he didn't understand, and for one it didn't matter in the least. Sleep in this room would make it better, and that's what Harry did.

People were sitting in a large circle around him. Their faces were blurry and odd noises were emitting from them. Harrys own mouth was moving but he didn't know what he was saying. Suddenly he lurched forward in his seat and clutched at his stomach. Someone was near him now talking.

"Are...you...alright..?" Said the voice in broken and slurred words.

"No." Harry replied truthfully, " I think I'm sick." Harrys voice wasn't his own, it was high pitched and familiar, but when Harry spoke it lacked the usual coldness.

Then Harry straightened up and pushed the man away, "Of course I'm alright!" Harry stood without his own will and his stomach pain seemed to fade away. He walked around the circle faces blurred as if moving in fast motion. His own words became garbled again. Until suddenly everything came into focus. And he was standing in the middle of many men in black cloaks , sans the Death Masks. Harry gasped, his mind registering that he was really standing before them.

"Death Eaters!" Harry said lamely, stepping back hastily and withdrawing his wand.

"My Lord?" Someone next to Harry said, it was a man Harry didn't recognize, but was nonetheless a threat.

Harry pointed his wand at the man, "I'm not your Lord! Get back, stay away from me!" Harry didn't know what was going on, how did he get into a room full of Death Eaters. A dizzy spell was creeping up on him and Harry blinked his eyes hard to try and stop it. Harry couldn't attack, he was out numbered by at least 20 to 1. And spinning around to try and watch everyone wasn't helping. His eyes landed on Snape who looked equally curious as everyone else, but then Harry was forced to the back seat again.

His dizziness stopped almost at once, and the faces were starting to blur away. Noises that sounded like yelling filled Harrys ears making him cringe and once again the noise stopped and the faces were clear again. Harrys brain was disoriented, lake of food and water combined with his sickness was making him have feverish comprehension. Everyone had now put on their masks so Harry couldn't see anyone's face.

"Stop it!" Harry said out loud to no one in particular He was feeling weak and his legs gave out from under him. "You can't just push me around." Harry said weakly his arms shook violently as he tried to lift himself back up, "you don't know what's best for me, not anymore!"

A fog crept up on Harry and he let it push him away from the circle of Death Eaters. He drifted along the clouds for a long time. It was nice being away from the Death Eaters, and Harry felt no pain whist he was among the clouds. Time went by in measurements Harry didn't understand but it didn't matter to him anymore. Peaceful silence and an easy well being covered Harry as he floated away from his troubles.

This must be how Luna Lovegood felt all the time, Harry thought to himself, she always seemed to be so calm and peaceful. This is what Harry wanted to feel all the time too. Loony Luna, she must be so happy here in the clouds.

"Hello?" Harry called out, not really expecting an answer.

Faintly he heard another 'hello' be called but it could have been just an eco.

"Harry?" The faint voice called.

"Yes?" Harry replied dreamily.

"Where are you?"

"Right here," Harry replied in a sing song voice laughing, "I'm hiding, come find me!"

There was silence for a while before the voice answered again, "I can't, I'm stuck."

"Stuck where?"

"I don't know." The voice started to drift away and something pulled inside Harry, he didn't want the voice to leave him.

"Wait!"

"I can't."

"You have to! Please don't leave."

"Harry?" The voice said once more with a deeply remorseful voice.

"Yes?" Harry asked frantically.

"I'll try Harry." And then the voice was gone. Harry was rushing away from the clouds so fast that he couldn't decipher whether he was going up or down.

Harry woke up sweaty and sticky, shivering Harrys white face turned green and without warning Harry was sick all over himself. He couldn't stop the shaking as he fell out of bed and peeled off his damp and now soiled clothes. Harrys foggy eyes searched for a dresser and found one not far away. Crawling across the floor Harry pulled himself up and opened the drawer. Snapes clothes were folded immaculately and stacked precisely on top of one another. Pulling out a long grey nightshirt Harry pulled it over his head and felt the soothing creep into his body.

Just as entering the room made Harry feel better, wearing these clothes helped even more. Something about Snapes room, and his clothes was making Harry feel better when potions could not. It must be part of the bond Harry thought hugging the oversized nightshirt closer to his shaking body.

Convenient, Harry thought moving with renewed strength back to the bed, Snape just forgot to tell him that if he ever got sick, the only thing that would make him better would be Snape himself. What a bloody rotten deal it was being the subordinate 'partner'. This didn't seem like a partnership to Harry, more like a dictatorship. Harry curled up under ths sheets and heavy comforter and just laid there for a while. He could hear people moving around, going up and down the stairs, talking and then shouting as they passed. The almost constant sound of footsteps lulled Harry back into a feverish sleep.

"You have disappointed me for the last time Volchski! Lord Voldemort doesn't stand for disappointment." Harry walked around the groveling man with his hands clasped behind his back.

"P-please My Lord, give me another chance. I'll do better. Please Master be merciful!"

Harry stopped in front of Volchski and watched as he scuttled forward to kiss the hem of his robes. Harry smiled then looked around at the few other Death Eaters, "kill him."

Harry walked away calmly as Volchski begged for his life, "Severus!" he snapped and one of the Death Eaters joined his side, "I fear that Dumbledore may start to question your prolonged absence if you remain for too much longer."

Snape bowed his head knowing that no vocal reply was needed of him.

"Finish what Volchski started and be speedy about it. Then return to Dumbledores side. Tell him only what we've discussed, I shall call you again in time."

"Yes My Lord, as you wish." Snape stepped away and left.

"Yes..." Harry repeated, "As I wish."

Harry popped his neck as he sat up in the bed. The Dark Lord had just sent Snape on a mission to finish something someone else had started. And then instructed him to come right back to Godrics Hollow. The strangest part of all of that was that Harry was looking forward to Snapes arrival, somehow he knew that Snape would be able to cure his illness. The latest vision Harry had just witnessed seemed lacking compared to what Harry was used to seeing through the eyes of the Dark Lord. A distant memory of clouds and being in a circle of Death Eaters swam through Harrys head but he couldn't place why he had just thought of that.

It didn't matter, Harry felt stronger and relieved to be so. It just had to be Snapes bloody essence that made Harry all the much better, but who really cared nobody would find out. Moonlight shown in through the window on the far wall and hit Harrys smelly pile of clothes lying on the floor. Cringing Harry kicked them into a pile and rubbed his eyes. For the first time in what seemed like weeks Harry was vaguely hungry.

As it was obviously the middle of the night Harry figured no body would be in the kitchen to ask odd questions. However Harry was usually surprised to find that people were always in the kitchen. He would just have to take his chances and brave it, eating now would most likely help him heal faster and then he could get back to the real world. Harry took a couple steps before realizing that he was about to go out just in Snapes night shirt. Hastily he went to the bureau and took out one of Snapes black cloaks.

Again with dressing in Snapes clothing, Harry shook his head, but the added weight to his body and the very fact that it was Snapes cloak made Harry feel up to the walk to the kitchens. The hallway beyond was silent and dark, but Harry had managed to memorize this place easily and navigated his way down the stairs. Near the front door Harry paused, the back room was closed but light was leaking out under the door. People were still up plotting something for the Order. Continuing onward Harry went outside, crossed the gravel yard and into the main building. Snapes cloak dragging behind Harry the entire way, that probably would not bode well when Snape returned. He generally liked all of his clothes clean, at least Harry figured by the way of his closet. Many voices talked over one another in the meeting room next to the kitchen. An impromptu Order meeting? Harry didn't mull over it much more as his head was starting to hurt again just thinking about the other people.

For once the kitchen was blissfully empty, leaving Harry to his own devices. Two pieces of bread and a small glass of pumpkin juice was all Harry got for himself. His hands were starting to shake slightly and the room tilted on its side. Forcing down one piece of bread and hugging the cloak tighter to his body Harry sat hunched forward breathing deeply. A couple moments went by and the room righted itself, leaving Harry to finish the bread and drink the glass of chilled juice. He probably wouldn't hold onto this midnight snack for much longer however as his stomach gave a nasty churn. Harry hugged himself tightly and made to leave the kitchen. He froze however when the door next to his slammed open and people came flowing out.

"This is ridiculous Mad-Eye, the Ministry is in an upheaval our actions wont be checked much longer."

"You may think that," came Moodys gravelly voice, " But you'll be sorry when you're thrown in Azkaban because you weren't cautious enough!"

"You're just a paranoid old fool! You're holding the Order back by you're constant second guessing!"

"I have many more years on you, I know how the Ministry works, how wars work!"

Both Mad-Eye and the other were yelling, and Harry pressed himself against the wall. Black dots were starting to speckle his vision and his hands were quickly going numb. He could feel the other people suffocating the feeling of Snapes residue, he needed to get back to Snapes room or he'd faint right in the middle of the kitchen and cause much more trouble than he needed.

"Moody, Yeats, come back and discuss this civilly. The last thing we need is a split in our efforts!" Dumbledores voice rang through the hall making Harry cringe. Harry heard Moodys peg leg stomp angrily back into the room and the door slam once again, but this time firmly shut.

Harry gathered his strength and peeked out of the kitchen door. The hall was empty and Harry hurried as fast as he could out of it. The stairs in his house proved to be harder to maneuver than expected and Harry barely made it back to Snapes room. Not even bothering to take of the cloak Harry got into bed and curled into a ball. Whatever Harry had, it was extremely bad. Snape of all things cured him, and other people made it worse. Potions didn't help but for a short while, and Harry could barely stay awake for more than an hour. The last thing Harry thought of before he painfully fell back to sleep was that Snape was coming home soon, and Harry couldn't wait.

A/N oh, p.s HBP was totally awesome! But now I really want the last one to come out, like right now! Haha. This fic is now officially AU, and will probably not follow anything that HBP gave us like Horcrux's or anything. There might be some use of apperation training and Voldemorts history, but otherwise, completely AU.

Alright! Everyone have a rocking rest of the day/night whenever you read this! And expect the next post to be in a week, give or take. You know me! It wont be too long I promise:)

Cheers Sidda BJR