Don't Speak

Chapter 7
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The car ride was a long and boring endeavor. No one spoke. Not because they couldn\'t, but because they had nothing of interest to say to one another. Duddly and Peirs talked in low tones for a moment before falling silent and enjoying as much of the ride as they could in a cramped car filled with six people.

Harry sighed and bit his lip softly before sighing again and pulling his hair over his shoulder to mess with. Draco reached over quickly, pulled a few pieces loose from the dark brunette\'s grasp, and started to braid the tiny sliver of hair.

When done with this, he pulled loose more hair, repeating his previous actions over and over again until finally Harry\'s head was covered in small almost unnoticeable braids. Causing any onlookers to double take and make sure if they really saw the twisted pieces of hair in the long mane or if it was just their imagination.

By the time this long and boring, and slightly painful, task was completed, the car was pulling on to Privet drive and slowly coming to a stop in front of the second house to the right.

\"Alright, everyone out, Duddly, would you mind taking Peirs up to your room and getting him some spare blankets and such? Harry, Draco, the same goes for you, but before you go, would you mind helping us with these bags? You four, combined with Patunia bought out all of London.\"

Vernon grunted and lifted more than five bags at a time out of the trunk, giving each boy two and sending them off to bed.

\"Off with you. Into bed, the earlier you go to sleep the faster you can enjoy the new day tomorrow.\"

Harry and Draco laughed and nodded, heading into the house. Leaving Vernon and Patunia to carry in the rest of the packages themselves.


“Alright Draco…seeing as how Duddly and Peirs are already sleeping, and that it would be rude to have you sleep on the couch in the living room, you can sleep on the couch in my room. It’ll be more comfortable than the scratchy corduroy one downstairs and you won’t have to deal with my uncle sneaking to the kitchen in the nude…trust me…that is never the most pleasant sight to see when you walk out of the bathroom…”


Draco laughed at his friends real, but highly over exaggerated, shiver

“ I can imagine that that would be gross sight…So, do you have a cashmere blankets or silk? Anything other than those materials on my sensitive skin will cause me to break out…and we don’t want that now do we?”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes as he walked away from the blond, who was still looking at him expectantly.

“Draco, do you really think that this family can afford such things? Sure Aunt Patunia went shopping with your mother, but I don’t think we’ll be eating out or doing much of anything for a few months…The Dursly’s aren’t like the Weasly’s by any means, But that doesn’t mean we live like your family does… So you’ll just have to live with what I have for the night.”

Draco laughed as he caught up with his host.

“Harry…You actually think I was being serious? To tell you the truth, No one in our house sleeps with silk sheets except for my mother who is a complete and utter bitch. Not to mention a stuck up snob. Mother said that if she had to sleep on anything other then what she was raised on, that she would never sleep in my father’s bed again. Well, needless to say father had all of the linens replaced and said that if mother wanted silk, she would have to spend her own money to obtain it.”

The dark haired boy was shocked to hear this. He had always assumed that All Malfoy’s were the same, Mean, Snobby, and always insistent about showing off their vast fortune…Obviously he was wrong…

“You mean that all of that money that your mother spent was hers? And that “limit” Lucius set upon her was just for show...?”

Draco nodded and set the bags down on the plush chair as he stretched and flopped onto the Black and silver couch and sighed at the feel of cool leather.

“ The money that mother spent today was from her own vault, yes. Father hasn’t given her any money in years. And so she took a different rout. Her money is almost gone, but she continues to shop like she has all the money in the world…personally, I think the woman is crazy, but hey, that’s just me…”

Harry set the bags he was holding down as well and hopped onto his bed, before he set about taking off his shoes and getting ready for bed.

“The Bathroom is across the hall if you want to change and we have extra towels in the hall closet if you want to take a quick shower. I take mine in the mornings so don’t worry about me.”

Nodding, the blond scooped up his duffel bag and walked out of the room just as Harry was pulling off his shirt, leaving the boy quite alone with his thoughts…

‘So Lucius doesn’t sleep in the same bed as Narsissa…what does that mean? And why did he suddenly change? What would make the most powerful and prideful man in the world do a complete 180 and live a completely different life when he didn’t have to? The way Draco was spending today its obvious that he is not hurting for money, nor is he out of the loop on the more…expensive restaurants. This is all so confusing, The way he looked at me right before we left wo ino intense, and that warning…well…I guess it was a warning…I mean…um…oh I really need to stop thinking so much… but he sounded like the snakes for a moment. What he said was a different variation of the speech the snakes on the door gave me…maybe I should sleep on it…yes, I’ll sleep on it and when I wake up I’ll know what to do…’

Harry nodded to himself and tied his pants just in time to see his door open and a slightly damp and perfectly groomed Draco standing in the doorway. Water droplets rolling down his wonderfully sculpted chest. Harry sighed.

“ Draco, do you always look like you’re made of gold?”

The blond laughed and sauntered into the room playfully tossing his white to gold hair over his shoulder and winked at Harry as he shrugged sultrily.

“When you’ve got it…flaunt it…”

Both boys broke out into hysterics, and after a moment of silence, neither knew quite what to do. One moment they had been mortal enemy’s, ready to spill the others blood at a the drop of a dime, and the next they were joking and laughing together like they had been the best of friends for years.

Harry briefly wondered if this was what it would’ve been like if he’d taken Draco’s hand that day on the train instead of choosing Ron and Hermoine.

That thought grabbed him by the wrist and took off towards the thoughts of, ‘What if I had let the hat put me in Slytherin’ and ‘What would’ve happened through out the years if he’d been a part of the Slytherin house and Draco’s friend. Would he have still faced Quirrell in first year? What would’ve happened to Hogwarts in his second year? Would he have even cared to save Buckbeak and his godfather, befriend a werewolf, or even try to capture Peter Petigrew? And in his fourth year…would he have still been chosen for the Triwizard tournament? Would his non-participation have been the factor that left Cederic alive?’


At that last thought, Harry jerked himself away from his morbid questioning and back to the present where his friend was looking at him with concern.

“Harry…are you alright? You got really pale for a moment…”

Harry smiled at his blond friend.

“It was nothing …just a stray thought…”

Not really believing his frieDracDraco nodded once before he started spreading out the sheets over Harry’s couch, smoothing out any wrinkles and picking off imaginary lint, as he slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.

“Sleep Harry, everything will be better in the morning…”

Harry laughed and yawned at the same time, causing an odd look to cross his features…and then…quicker than you could say Quiditch, he was asleep, leaving Draco to follow in his actions quickly.


Later that night, a figure cloaked in black crept down the street to the fourth house to the right. A glint of red and a hiss was all that was heard before the figure disappeared in to the night. Leaving almost nothing behind to say that anyone had been there. Not even shoe prints…

The red glow snacked its way through the grass and through an opened basement window before It reached it destination and a defining explosion was heard for miles, quickly followed by three more and multiple screams of agony mixed with shouts to call 911 and sirens…

Hours later, Harry’s eyes snapped open to stare around himself in confusion. His senses were over powered with the blares of sirens, his eyes watered at the harsh light seemingly coming from all around him. A charred smell entered his nose, his body throbbed, had his head pounded, but all in all, Harry had to admit to himself that he’d been through worse…

Sitting up, Harry was surprised to find that he had been lying on a stretcher inside of an ambulance. When one of the men dressed in blue ran over to him, he immediately opened his mouth to question what had happened.

But before he could strong arms appeared around his middle and a tear-streaked face was buried into his neck causing him do a double take in shock.

“Oh god Harry, I was so scared we’d lost you! Duddly woke up thirty minutes ago and Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up shortly after him, Draco was the first to wake up. His shouting was what made me wake up and I was so worried!”

Harry realized that it was Peirs who was clinging to him so tightly, the lime green hair was hard to miss and Harry stroked his friends electric tresses soothingly.

Peirs looked up and gave his friend a watery smile before letting him go and backing up, allowing him to wave off the annoying paramedic that kept trying to get him to lay back down and climb out of the van, into his family’s waiting arms.

Vernon and Pia hia held him tightly, Patunia sobbing about something Harry could only guess what it was. After Vernon succeeded in prying his wife off of the flabbergasted boy, it was Duddly’s turn to hug and fuss over his cousin. It didn’t take that long for Harry to realize that his family really loved him and would’ve missed him terribly if he had died…he let himself relax it to Duddly’s arms and looked over his shoulder to where a certain blond was standing.

(*Draco…are you alright? Are you hurt in anyway?*)

Harry asked as soon as he was able to pull away from his cousin’s strong grip.

Draco didn’t look as he had when they had gone to sleep. His hair was messy and darkened with black soot and his once clean and flawless pajamas were wrinkled, torn, and dirty. His pale skin was smeared with black and red, There was a cut above his right eyebrow that Harry was pretty sure would scar. Draco’s arms were scratched and scabs had already formed over once smooth skin. All in all he looked like a wreck, Harry was surprised that the boy wasn’t ranting about killing someone…

With out any warning, Draco launched himself into the brunette boy’s arms and clung to him with strength Harry had only witnessed once when the blond had punched him after a Quiditch match that he thought he should’ve won…

“Harry…are you alright?”

Harry opened his mouth, but right before he could say anything a smooth but panicked voice called over the terrified crowd growing more frightened with each passing moment that the bearer of the name didn’t respond to his calls.

“Draco? Draco! Draco? Where are you?”

Draco blinked and turned around, quickly letting go of Harry in the process.

“Father? Father I’m over here! Father!”

Draco pushed people out of his way in his attempt to reach the older blond. Harry stared for a moment wondering how Lucius Malfoy had gotten there so quickly and for a brief moment entertained the thought that he had been the one to destroy his home and many of his neighbors homes as well. But he pushed that thought away with the fact that Lucius Malfoy, no matter how he acted in public, really loved his son. If the tone of his voice a moment ago was any indication, and wouldn’t harm him in any way.

When Draco finally reached his worried father, he threw his arms around him in a death grip and softly let a few tears creep their way down his face.

“Oh god Draco I was so worried about you. When I heard that something had happened in this area, I came as fast as I could. I was so scared I’d lost you…”

Harry came closer to the two blondes and stood slightly behind his friend in a comforting way, he also noticed that Duddly and Peirs had come to stand on either side of him. Forming ll bll behind the blondes in hope that they could block out the world for just alittle longer.

“Oh father, its ok. I’d never leave you without saying goodbye first. Never.”

Lucius squeezed his son and looked up to meet Harry’s eyes. Ice blue met Emerald green and a wave of heat hit Harry in the chest like a cannon ball. Stumbling back, the blue raven-haired boy clutched his heart and stared into wide shocked blue eyes.

(*What was that?*)

Lucius let go of his son and stood, his eyes never leaving Harry’s for a moment.

(*I said what was that? That warmth? Its felt like something I read in a book once…. It said that if you look into your soulmates eyes and see them for them and not for what they pretend to be, than your souls will recognize the other and your heart will connect with the others soul forever…it was odd…because that’s what it felt like…*)

Everyone stared between the blond and the brunette curiously. Lucius had locked eyes with the boy in front of him and Harry had continued to hiss as if he was speaking normally…and then it hit Draco like a ton of bricks. Harry did think he was speaking normally. He didn’t know that his vocal cords were so damaged that he would never be able to talk again.

The Paramedics had tried everything they could to get the boy to breathe properly. When they had found him, he was gasping for breath shallowly and mouthing the words ‘help’ over and over again.
womawoman with short red hair had leaned in closely to try and hear what he was saying when she realized that his vocal cords were moving, but no sound was being made.

Just as soon as her discovery had been made they rushed him to one of the ambulances and began pouring solutions and mixture’s down his throat, trying to repair the damage that the smoke, and other things that had fallen on his throat, caused.

By the end they had all but given up and the red head had personal come out and apologized, explaining the situation.

It really was a shame, because no matter what Draco might have ever said to the contrary, he’d always thought that Harry’s voice was the most wonderful sound in the world. No matter if he was angry, bored, happy, sad, it didn’t matter. Harry’s voice always had a certain something in it that made it truly beautiful, and Draco was positive that all of god’s angels up in heaven were crying.

Draco’s suspicions were confirmed when rain started to fall out of no where as Harry gasped and fell to his knees.

(~ Harry, the explosion has damaged your vocal cords beyond repair… You are not speaking with your voice, you are speaking in parsletounge. I don’t want to tell you this, it is a sad day in heaven indeed win one has to tell an angel he has lost his voice. But don’t be afraid.

You have a few ways of speech…The first is telepathy. Only those of your truest friends will be able to understand you and speak with you as well. But be careful, if the person is not able to hear you or speak with you, they will hear a high pitched screaming inside of there head and they will most likely faint or have a splitting headache for hours afterwards.

Another way is your soulmate...your bound…your match, call him what you will. But you can speak through him, use his lips to speak your words. It is rare that soulmates can do this, and it is dangerous to risk if you are not perfect souls, but if you are sure that you would want to try it, just tell him with your heart.

Perfect souls are two people that are perfect for the other in every way. There has only ever been one perfect match in history, and they were most happy…

You will have to find other ways of communication… every person is different. You will know what to do when the time comes…but until then, use what you have and beware the lion’s jaw... ~)

Harry fell to his knees and cried.

Harry really wasn’t upset that he was mute in a matter of speaking…or not speaking as the case would be, He knew somewhere deep down in his heart that it was bound to happen. All of those bizarre warnings…The snakes, Lucius, …the dream he had right before he woke up…everything had finally clicked.

It just wasn’t fair that it had to happen now…oh well…

Looking around Harry finally spotted what he was looking for. There in the street, unharmed were several bottles of liquor and a few chipped, but useable shot glasses.

It was time to forget things for awhile…

“Harry…what are we going to do?” asked Duddly in a small voice. “All of our cloths are gone, our house is nothing more that a pile of ash…I’m frightened…”

Harry changed his course from, ‘must get liquor’ to ‘must comfort Duddly’, and quickly turned around to embrace his cousin. The boy had never been through something like this and Harry knew that he couldn’t leave his family in this situation.

Forgetting for a moment that no one could understand him, he let go of everything and spoke to them all, not realizing that as he did, a smooth voice repeated his exact words.

(* It’ll be ok Duddly, nothing will happen to us…we’ll figure out a place to stay and worry about cloths and other such stuff when it comes around. I won’t let anything else happen to any of you as long as I can. I love you all too much…And hey! Maybe Piers’s parents will let us stay with them, ne?*)

Harry noticed that everyone was staring between himself and Lucius, Finding it odd, he turned to look at Lucius as well and tilted his head slightly.

(*What is everyone looking at?*)

And that’s when he realized what they were staring at. Lucius had just spoken the same thing he’d said. Then Lucius’s previous words struck him.

“ Another way is your soulmate...your bound…your match, call him what you will. But you can speak through him, use his lips to speak your words. It is rare that soulmates can do this, and it is dangerous to risk if you are not perfect souls, but if you are sure that you would want to try it, just tell him with your heart.

Perfect souls are two people that are perfect for the other in every way...”

No…no that couldn’t be right… Lucius Malfoy, could not be his soulmate…he refused to believe it. But something told him that it was true, and deep down Harry hated to admit that he really didn’t mind the thought.

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Ok...Finally, I have the seventh chapter out, I know that its been a while and I’m sorry, but it took a lot longer to type then the other and I’ve also been working on a few of my other fics, so…

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