Draco's Companion

A/N--Okay, we got 23 going. I hope you all enjoy it.

Mr. Galion--It's good to hear that my story bring out the dark and evil in you:D:D haha Your half right.

L.S.--Once again, I have to say that you really really really want Harry to be light lol. I don't think Harry is going to give Dumbeldore anything haha.

Thrnbrooke--You liked the nightmare? I was hoping it was good. Well here's 23 for ya.

Alrighty, here we go.


Chapter Twenty-Three: Analyzations

Harry felt the dull thudding pain in his scar, that was matched by the dull thudding pain in his ass. He felt so tired. He tried to lift his arms, but his muscles screamed with protest. He got them an inch off the mattress before letting them drop back down to his sides. He inhaled through his nose and realized the room stank of vomit. He wondered why.

He felt more ill than he ever had in his life. What had brought it on? He was fine yesterday.

He cracked his eyelids open a little bit and the light streaming through the curtains made him snap them back shut. He waited a moment and eased them open again, groaning when the bright light hit his pupils.

He heard a groan coming from beside him, but he couldn't feel the extra weight on the mattress. He turned his head towards the noise and opened his eyes a bit more.

Draco was sleeping with his feet up on Harry's bed, but he was sitting upright in a chair. Almost like he was gaurding Harry.
When Harry's eyes landed on Draco's face the memories of the dream came rushing back to him.

Running. Hiding. The spinning doors. The fluttering veil. Dumbeldore, bathed in light. Draco, bathed in darkness. Dumbeldore, trying to help him. Draco, giving him to their lord. Voldemort, lifting his wand. The flash of green light.

Harry shuddered, and held down the urge to vomit. Now he remembered why he was so ill. His scar. The pain in his scar had been unbearable. So unbearable that he would have preferred death.
What did the dream mean? Why had he had it? Why would Draco just give him up like that? Did this dream mean something? What was he going to tell Draco?

Could he possibly tell Draco the truth? He had to.

Draco had obviously been awake during Harry's abnormal fit.

Harry sat up and his head started spinning dangerously. Was this some sort of punishment for what had happened between Draco and Harry the night before?

'No.' Harry said to himself.

There was a part in his dream that he vaugely remembered, but it somehow seemed important. It was right before their Lord had...Killed?..him. He had said something to Harry that struck him as odd, even at a time like that it had managed to stick in Harrys mind. But what was it?!?

Harry shimmied off of the bed, he didn't disturb Draco, who's head was leaning to the side. A single line of drool was hanging from his lip. He had lines of dried water down his face, as though he had been crying. As Harry watched Draco, he realized that it was himself who smelled like vomit.

'How'd that happen?' He walked slowly towards the bathroom, running his hands along the wall to support himself. He didn't feel like he would be able to stand on his own. Once he entered the bathroom he sat down on the toilet, head spinning, and reached into the shower stall. He turned it on and sat there for a moment, letting the water heat up, with his head in his hands.

The missing part of the dream seemed so important. If only he could remember it! As he tried to remember he felt the bile creeping up his throat, he swallowed forcefully and stood timidly. He stepped into the shower, the beating water effectively washing the vomit from his body.

Once he felt relatively cleaner he turned the shower off. He
reached for a towel and found that there wasn't any on the rack. He sighed and walked back out into the main room, dripping wet. He started towards his own bed, but veered to the right, towards Dracos bed. Harry's bed was covered in vomit. He sat down and pulled his legs onto the bed. He pulled the blankets over his head and turned to face the wall, closing his eyes to intruding light. He needed to think, even if it did hurt him at the moment.

The dream just didn't make any sense to him. First of all, it just seemed too unlikely that any of that would have actually taken place. Dumbeldore had his own reasons for Harry, but him just showing up at a time when he was 'needed'? Highly doubtful. Harry didn't need Dumbeldore as much as Dumbeldore needed Harry. He knew that. Draco would never, never, give Harry up for someone to kill. That was just foolish. Their Lord. Now what reasons would he have to kill Harry? That was preposterous, Harry was on his side, and Harry knew that everyone else knew that Harry wouldn't join Dumbeldore. Harry had never even seen the place in his dream before. It was bizzare. A circular room covered in doors? He was sure he would remember that if he had ever seen it.

Harry remembered being taught about Occlumency and Legilemins this summer by Lucius. Could this be a form of that? Could someone be making him see things in his dreams to push him to a different side?

Namely: Dumbeldore.

Could Dumbeldore be getting into Harry's head while Harry was asleep? Making him 'see' that Draco was bad, and that his side would be happy to see Harry dead. While Dumbeldore could make his troops seem like the brave saviors? There to help Harry when he was in dire need?

Probably.

Dumbeldore was one smartest wizards ever. Getting into Harry's head would probably be easy enough for him. Who else would do it anyway? Harry didn't know that many people from the Light side. His own Lord had no reason to make him have that dream. It had portrayed the Dark as extremely evil.

Fucking Dumbeldore.

Harry was angry now, who did that man think he was? He had no right to meddle with other peoples' dreams. Harry hated Dumbeldore, and he was going to do something about it. Sooner or later.
Should he confront Dumbeldore about the dream?

Harry jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, reaching down to shake him.

"Whoa, whoa. It's just me Harry." Draco said, while he sat down on the side of his bed.

Harry turned to face Draco. Anger was apparent on his face.

"Are you okay? What happened last night?" Draco asked curiously.

"Bad dream." Harry said, and realized that his voice was harsh with sleep and disuse.

"Must have been really bad." Draco commented.

Harry nodded.

"Well....what was it about?"

"It was so fucked up Draco. So many weird things happened, I think someone planted it in my head. It seemed so real. I could feel everything, emotions, pain, everything. I woke up and my scar was burning so bad. I just wanted to die." Harry said, his voice getting stronger with every word.

Draco's eyes widened.

"You-"

"But I didn't ever want to leave you." Harry reassured him.

Draco's eyes went normal again. "Good." He whispered.
Harry nodded.

"So who do you think planted the dream?" Draco asked conversationally.

"Dumbeldore." Harry spat.

"Why Dumbeldore?" Draco asked curiously.

"Because no one else would do that and portray people the way they were portrayed. Dumbeldore had all these people who were bathed in light, and I could see them all so clearly. Then you and our Lord were covered in black, I could barely see you. Then Dumbeldore was trying to save me and you just gave me to our Lord to kill. I know that would never happen. Why would anyone else close to me make me think that our Master is that evil? He's the only one I can think of who would do it." Harry explained.

Draco looked apalled.

"I killed you?" He asked.

"Pretty much." Harry said grimly.

"Man. You scared me so bad last night." Draco said, nodding his head. "I thought you were dead. I was so scared, Harry. You just woke up and started vomiting everywhere, and you were convulsing, and then you just went limp. I was so afraid you had died and left me here."

"You were crying." Harry stated flatly.

Draco reddened. "Well, I thought you were going to die." He said defensively.

"I know." Harry said softly, reaching up to embrace Draco.
Draco allowed Harry to clasp his arms tightly around him.

"Why would Dumbeldore do that, Harry?" Draco asked him, allowing his own arms to slither around Harry's body.

"I don't know." Harry mumbled into Draco's chest. "Maybe because he wants me on his side?"

"Yea, that would do it." Draco replied.

"I'm going to ask Dumbeldore about it, I think." Harry told Draco after a moment.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Because I want to know if he did it." Harry said.

"Like he would just come right out and tell you. 'Yes Harry, as a matter of fact I did plant that terribly frightening dream in your head. Now please, join us!' I don't think so Harry. You'll just piss him off."

"I don't care if I piss him off! He's pissing me off!!!" Harry nearly yelled, pushing Draco away from himself and turning over.
Draco put his hand on Harry's ribcage.

"Please don't take it out on me Harry. I'm just pointing it out. Do what you want." He said before walking away.

Harry sat up and watched Draco walk away. He went into the bathroom and Harry heard the lock click. He sighed and laid back down. Fighting with Draco hurt. He wished he could control his temper.
Harry's mind felt clouded, if only he could figure out the ending of the dream!

Draco came back out of the shower, naked and dripping.

"I forgot there was no towels in there." He said. He grabbed his wand and conjured one up. He dried himself and put on some clothes.

"Where are they all?" Harry asked, remembering that there was also none present when he showered.

"I used them to clean up your mess last night."

"Oh." Harry said, embarassed. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." Draco said soothingly. "Put on some clothes. Lets go check on my parents." Draco said.

Harry had completely forgotten about that tragedy. He was shot with a pang of guilt. He got up and his head started spinning again. He sat quickly on the edge of the bed and held his head.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked him.

"Fine." Harry murmured. He stood carefully this time and walked slowly to his dresser, reaching for clothes. Once he was dressed he grabbed his wand, remembering his bed. He quickly changed the sheets on his bed.

"I don't want to forget and then lay down on it." He told Draco.

Draco nodded.

They headed for the door. They walked down the hallway towards Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy's room.

Draco opened the door and stepped inside the room.

"Mom....?"