Pillow (Drarry)

Chapter 5- Nerves

Chapter 5: Nerves

September 10, 1998

At eight in the morning, Professor McGonagall visited Harry and Draco in the Hospital Wing. They were both awake by the time she got there and Draco explained to her what had happened five hours earlier. 

"I came here to tell you both that we are working on research now, to find out what was in that potion, because it is now obvious that something was in the potion that shouldn't have been. Now, don't be too worried, we'll find a way to fix this. In the meantime, it has been determined that the Osha root, which was meant to only alter the nerve communications in your vocal cords, reacted with another unknown ingredient which caused your brain to be unable to communicate with certain nerves in your body. You cannot speak because your brain connections to your vocal cords have been completely blocked, and others have probably also been blocked or partially so. This will mean that you will likely often lose certain abilities at random times. Be careful, Mr. Potter. Now, as for your involvement, Mr. Malfoy. You both will now share a dorm-- don't argue! You will share a room in the eighth year area instead of having your own rooms like before. Mr. Malfoy, you are responsible for making sure Mr. Potter does not severely injure himself. By now, the entire school knows of the incidence in potions. You will be subjected to questioning, you may as well tell them. Well, maybe not Harry, considering his current predicament. Be careful on your way down to breakfast." She left them at that.

Since they'd both gotten ready before Professor McGonagall visited, they made their way down to breakfast. Draco, taking advantage of his practiced Seeker reflexes to right Harry when he tripped or stumbled. Both boys were disgruntled about having to spend the next large amount of time together with no end in sight. Harry was less so, though, because he did not want to repeat the three A.M. incident or worse. Draco was wondering how Potter had survived this long without him.

By the time they got there, the Great Hall was abuzz with gossip-filled chatter. When they entered, the entire place went dead silent. Harry and Draco hadn't been able to talk about if they would sit together or where if they were. So Harry automatically started going over to the Gryffindor table and found himself headed for the floor again. Draco caught him again, "You can't take one step without falling, can you?"

Harry glared at him because he knew perfectly well that he couldn't help it. Draco then started pulling him to the Slytherin table and he tried to protest but to no avail. He also couldn't get his feet to just take him in the other direction, so there he sat at the Slytherin table, the one he had begged the Sorting Hat not to send him to just over eight years ago. he couldn't believe that so much had happened to him over the course of under a decade. More had happened to him in the past eight years than happened in most peoples' full lives, Muggle or Wizard. 

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's been struck dumb, literally. That potion took away his ability to talk. I quite like him better like this." Harry glared at Draco, the silver eyes catching his with a smirk.

"Why is he over here?" asked Parkinson.

"Something else was in that potion that interfered with his brain's ability to communicate with some nerves and I have been stuck with making sure he doesn't unwittingly kill himself. Of course, I am very shocked, I didn't think there was a brain in there to lose communication with."

Harry stood abruptly, ready to leave without having even eaten. He did not plan on sitting there and just taking the verbal abuse when he can't retaliate. Unfortunately, his legs got caught on the bench and he unceremoniously began falling once again. Draco cast the first spell that came to mind, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Sure enough, he was able to levitate Harry to a standing position off of the bench.

"Er, that's only supposed to work that well on light objects..?" Blaise half-asked.

"Well, he is a light object," Draco responded. He then turned and dragged a surprised Harry out of the Hall.

"What were you thinking! Wait, you weren't! You have to be careful! It's like you have a death wish."

Harry stood with his arms crossed and glared at Draco until he was finished. 

"Let's go find our room and you just lay down and don't move and then you probably won't die."

He wasn't sure if this would work, but he had to try even though he hadn't yet mastered the spell, He pulled out his wand and tried to silently cast. when it worked, he grinned and wrote in the air, "Shut, up. I don't appreciate your constant scolding! Why do you even care?"

"I care because if you die, or are irreparably damaged after this is over, I will be blamed! I already got a second chance with the Wizard World, I doubt I'll get a third if something happens to their precious Savior!"

"Ah, a true Slytherin. And what did I say about calling me that?!" Harry wrote angrily.

"Old habits die hard, they say. It doesn't matter, we have classes off today for you to adjust. We'll settle into the room and then I will walk you, so you can to get some kind of balance back."

"I'm not a dog."

"Are you sure about that?"

Harry would have laughed if he could, and they made their slow way to their room.

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Idk how I feel about this, what do you think? It kinda just came to me as I wrote it.

-Q