Without You (Unfortunately Going On Hiatus/maybe Put Up For Adoption)

Chapter 2 (The Accident)

The picture above is some Harry Potter/Drarry memes, because we all need them during this chaotic Covid19 time and because I didn't know what other image to put.

Warning: Ron is really rude and says some Homophobic stuff. You may get triggered! I am putting this warning so you know. There should have been a warning on the previous one, but I forgot to put it. So I put it here.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Harry walked to his last class of the day. Unfortunately, he never did well in Potions which was his next class. He entered the room and took a seat towards the back of the class. It was four to a table. Normally he sat with Neville, Hermione, and Ron, but Ron and him weren't on the best of terms.

Neville and Hermione sat across the table from Harry. He wondered who would sit next to him. Probably no one. Well that was what he thought.

Class started, and the seat next to Harry was empty. The teacher told them they would be making a potion to turn something mute, they would be trying it out on a chicken.

All of a sudden the door opened, and Filch came in dragging a red- headed boy behind him. "Mr. Weasley was caught skipping class," with that he walked out leaving Ron in the room.

The only open table was ours so Ron had to sit next to Harry. We were finished with our potion, though he had no clue what he was making.

"You know your a gross brat," Ron spat at Harry, and shoved him to the ground. Harry tried to get up but Ron shoved him back down, and Harry hit his head on the table, causing the potion to slosh. Harry gasped when he hit my head, and unfortunately some of the potion splashed in his mouth.

*Draco's P.O.V.*

I saw what the Weasel did to Harry. Harry lay on the ground curled up shaking. I ran over along with Pansy and Blaise.

Pansy and Blaise started to scream at the Weasel, who got 3 months of detention.

I went over to Harry. I took Harry's head and put it on his lap and stroked his messy black hair. He started to stop shaking. He looked up at me, and I smiled. "It is okay Harry. The Weasel is a brat. You are okay Harry," I whispered to him while running my fingers through his hair.

He smiled at me, and hugged me. He sat up and tried to say something. I realized, the potion had gotten in his mouth. He had turned mute. He moved his lips, trying to say, "Thanks Dray. Wait! Where is my voice! Darn potion!"

I hugged him and whispered, "Don't worry I can read your lips. Your welcome, Harry."

We sat there for a moment, then our professor told me to take him to the Hospital wing to make sure the potion didn't have side effects.

We enter the wing and Harry sits on a bed, while I call Madam Pomfrey.

She comes in and uses a spell to see if Harry is all right. A scroll appears in front of her. She opens it and yells, "Merlin's Beard!" Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry flinch. I go and sit next to him.

"What is wrong, Miss?" I ask.

She shows me the scroll. It is covered with different kinds of abuse. I gasp at it. I can't believe that he is actually abused. I mean he said he was, I guess I just didn't believe that he was.