Mad Turns

[7]Soon[7]

Weeks passed and the desired outcome -Draco's well being, wasn't something they were able to use as a mid reliever. The boy was still in a state of utter shock and pain, and the nurses wished that he didn't even wake up.

Because it was only getting worse.

Few of many knew the story but weren't able to process the whole thing. There were so many holes in the story the blonde told them and it was making Harry insane.

He recalled some of the words while looking down a few books that were opened at different pages with different content.

"We were going through so much, Harry, it was scary. Most of the time I wasn't afraid for myself, but for you."

"It wasn't until you started hurting me that I felt real pain"

"I wish I knew how to sleep back then. Because only in my sleep I was able to find some kind of peaceful area. No thoughts, no people I can't see, no voices I can't recall, no ...no acts of mine I'm trying to forget"

Harry huffed at the memory and set his glasses aside, getting busy with rubbing his temples. What was going on? What was taking Draco's feeling of reality and replacing it with re-imagined ways to suffer? He didn't know.

But he so hard wished he did.

He stood up from his chair and spun around, facing the wall with closed his eyes. He breathed in and tried to clear his mind from all of the disturbing thoughts. And after a long load of attempts finally, succeed.

He let his mind wander back to the good days and focused on a memory, a lovely one, their most successful date.

•They were walking around a field. Harry had taken Draco away from Hogwarts on a holiday and they were having a good time. They constantly joked about things while enjoying their walk and once they found a place to sit down, Harry got busy with making Draco a flower crown•

The scarred boy smiled some and let himself get in further in the memory.

•Draco was pouting like a child at a grinning Harry who was taking a picture of him. The flower crown, along with the sunlight, was making his hair look lighter than it actually was. And Harry was quite enjoying the view. Birds were chirping from all around them, the wind made the warmth bearable and there was no one to bother them...

But suddenly the wind became stronger, and the landscape turned into something much worse. It was raining down on them and instead of flowers on his head, Draco had thorns. He was pleading for help. But once Harry tried to reach him, the other boy disappeared•

Harry shook his head and opened his eyes, suddenly stressed enough to get paler. That's not how things went. That's not how he is supposed to remember it. Someone was playing them both.

And he was determined to put an end to this. Not because of himself, but because of Draco...The boy who made his days brighter, nights warmer and life easier.

With a long drawn inhale, he put his glasses back on and headed to the hospital wing where he was about to have yet another conversation with his boyfriend. He wanted to make sure he squeezed out all the information from him so to set the puzzle pieces on their right places.

"Soon, my love. We'll have each other back" He whispered and his eyes shined with something... Something unrecognizable.