By May, Hogwarts was simply unrecognizable to Harry. The place he once loved and considered home has become so miserable and sad. The only things keeping him going were Draco, Hermione, and the DADA group.
Occlumency lessons with Snape were simply useless. The visions were only becoming clearer and more frequent. Whatever it is that was hidden in the Mysteries Department, Voldemort wanted it.
"Do I have to keep taking them?" Harry groaned while talking to Remus and Sirius over the mirror about the Occlumency lessons.
"Dumbledore wanted you to take them." Remus stated, empathetically yet firmly.
"Dumbledore isn't around anymore, is he?"
"Harry!" Remus objected, before Sirius interjected.
"I know Snape can be a git," Sirius did not hesitate, "but he's helping you."
"Do we know that?" Harry questioned, "because my visions are only getting worse."
Morbid silence.
"What do you mean getting worse?" Sirius asked grimly.
"Have you been practicing?" Remus was shaken too.
"I don't need you to panic over this," Harry stoped them from spiraling.
"This is serious, Harry." Sirius said.
"Have you talked to Snape about this?" Remus asked.
"What am I supposed to tell him?" Harry asked, before mockingly adding "ooo professor your lessons are useless…"
Remus frowned. Sirius tried hard to hide his amusement.
"What have you two been up to?" Harry changed the subject.
Hearing about Sirius's and Remus's lives have been some form of escape for him lately. Although, in the many conversations they've had since Christmas, Remus and Sirius dating never came up. Harry did not bring up seeing them snuggled up while asleep on the couch across the fireplace in 12 Grimmauld Place, and they didn't suspect Harry knew anything at all.
"Remus is baking cookies," Sirius said.
"Oh," Remus jumped to his feet, "I should go take them out of the oven."
After a little while, they hung up. Harry sat there on his bed in the Slytherin dormitories, staring at his own reflection in the mirror where the image of Remus and Sirius was a few moments ago.
Draco was in quidditch practice.
Harry decided to go take a shower. He headed to the Slytherin boys showers. He turns on the shower head, and lets the water run for a bit. He takes off his clothes, takes off his glasses and puts them down on the counter, and steps into the shower. As he shampoos his head, he feels his scar hurting.
Voldemort's angry. He's angry.
Harry falls down to his knees, the water still running. An image comes to him as a vision.
Draco.
Harry's eyes widen in horror. He turns off the shower, his hair still not fully rinsed, wraps a towel around himself and runs to the dorms. He puts on some clothes in a hurry, wearing his shirt inside out, and flees the dungeons. He sprints through the castle hallways to the Entrance Hall, and then outside to the quidditch pitch.
The Slytherin quidditch team was on the pitch. Harry looked for Draco in the air, but he couldn't find him.
"DRACO!" Harry called out, getting the players' attention.
Montague, the captain, called for a time out, before flying towards Harry and landing right in front of him.
"You're looking for Malfoy?"
"Yes."
"He left earlier with his father." Montague just confirmed what he feared.
Draco is in danger.