Silent (Drarry) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13

Draco had managed to get the position of Slytherin seeker. It had been a close choice between him and a fourth year, however Draco was the better build for a seeker, and Lucius sweetened the deal by buying new brooms for the Slytherin team, Nimbus 2001s. The fourth year had a little more talent due to the extra experience, but it was an easy choice once the brooms came in.

Harry still hadn't mentioned anything yet, but he was hearing the voice in the walls more frequently now, either talking about blood purity, or about finding him. Harry never responded, the voice scared him, and he wasn't quite sure why, but he was never going to hiss back. The other had started to notice something was off with him, but he would never answer when asked about it.

"Come little sssssspeaker, my massssster wantssssss to meet you..." The voice sang as it sounded like it was moving all around Harry. This wasn't the first time he had heard the voice referring to a master, but Harry didn't have a clue who it was talking about.

Harry was shaking, and moved closer to Draco. The two of them were heading to Transfiguration a little early in order to avoid the other students due to Harry being jumpier than usual. Pansy and Blaise were still at the feast, stuffing their faces with all their favourite foods.

"I want Predawn." Harry whimpered, not realising he was speaking Parseltongue. It was the first time he had spoken Parseltongue since Predawn had disappeared, and the first time he had spoken since he had started hearing the voice.

"Oooooo, here'sssssss the little sssssspeaker." The voice said with glee.

"Harry?" Draco asked, looking down at the smaller boy who was trembling like crazy and looked more than terrified as he looked around them.

"What wasssss the ssssssspell? Oh yessssss, imperio." The voice hissed, a tone that scared Harry more than he could describe.

He didn't know what was happening, but as the last word was said Harry felt as though his vision was slipping away, or, more like his vision was a screen in a pitch black room that he was being harshly pulled away from. When he was so far away he could only just about make out what was in front of him, it felt like he was placed in a cage. It was cold, and harsh, it felt like he was locked in that room waiting for Mr Vernon to punish him.

"Harry?" Draco's voice sounded like it was far away and through water, he could feel a vague pressure on his arm, like someone was grabbing him through several layers of blankets.

Harry's distant vision was turning from Draco and moving towards a set of stairs that were away from Transfiguration. He wasn't in his body no matter how much he tried to be.

"Harry! Harry, where are you going? What's going on?" Draco asked, even though it was distorted by the time Harry could hear it, Draco's voice still sounded serious as the boy ran in front of him. In the cold cage in his mind, Harry cried and reached out for Draco, desperate to reach him.

Harry's body, however, simply tried to move past him, but Draco fiddled with his bag, and after he had left Harry's view it was covered with blackness, and Harry could vaguely feel pressure around his chest and waist as though he was being held. It wasn't long before his consciousness also slipped away into unaware bliss.

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Draco knew something was going on, I mean, how could he not? Harry was acting strange, tense was too light of a word but the closest he could think of. Harry had always been shy but now he would jump at the slightest things and cling to Draco trembling or simply freeze up for seemingly no reason.

Whenever Draco, or anyone for that matter, would try to ask him about it he would either shake his head or change the subject, almost like he was ashamed.

This all came to a head Tuesday afternoon. He and Harry had left the Great Hall a little early to get to Transfiguration a little early when Harry started clinging to him shaking. Harry let out a quiet hiss of Parseltoungue before shaking more violently.

"Harry?" Draco asked, looking down at the small, trembling boy.

Instead of answering, though, Harry's face turned cold and relaxed, his arms falling from Draco's robes to his sides as he started walking towards stairs in the opposite direction. Draco could feel something was very wrong. This clearly wasn't the same as last year with Dumbledore's compulsion spells, but it had to be related, right?

"Harry?" Draco asked, grabbing Harry's arm as he tried to get the boy's attention, he was moving surprisingly slowly, but still too fast.

He didn't get any response in the slightest, Harry continuing to head the wrong way.

"Harry? Harry, where are you going? What's going on?" Draco asked, scared with his voice showing the urgency, but Harry still showed no response, even though Draco had run in front of him, trying to get his attention at minimum.

It was painfully clear now if it wasn't before that something was very wrong. Draco let the almost zombie like boy walk past him as he searched in his bag for the cursed sleeping mask. In one swift movement it was over Harry's eyes.

It took about a second to take effect, Harry's body going limp as Draco caught him with both arms.

After taking a moment to get his balance, Draco lifted Harry up into a more comfortable position. Harry was much heavier than he was last year, which couldn't be anything but a relief, but it was still easy for Draco to carry him. Draco took off running to the Hospital Wing, no longer caring about where Harry had been going or Transfiguration.

"Mme Pomfrey!!" Draco yelled as he burst into the room. "Help! There's something wrong with Harry!!"