Don't Speak

Chapter 8
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Lucius Malfoy was just as surprised to find himself speaking Harry’s words as Harry was. It took him a few minuets to figure out what exactly had happened. He had been watching the boy closely to see if there was anything he was needed for, and then, his lips were moving and words that he had never thought of saying were spilling past his lips like a flood. Then he realized what must have happened.

If his guess was correct, than when Harry had let his guard down to sooth his cousin, he knew that he couldn’t say anything that his family would understand. But wanting them to be comforted with all of his heart, his soul went searching for a way to be heard. And Lucius had to admit, it really found a way.

As he stared at the shell-shocked boy, he began to think on all of the times that he’d visited Hogwarts in his son’s fifth year. His excuse had been that with the Dark Lord’s rising, he was afraid that people might start to abuse Draco for certain reasons he hadn’t actually brought to light, but hinted at non the less.

But now in all retrospect the tall blond realized that he had actually been there to check on the brunette Gryffindor and make sure that he was handling the recent turn of events alright…

As it turned out, he wasn’t handling them well at all. He had returned from the summer holidays thin and sickly. His hair was limp and ill taken care of, his eyes were blood shot from to much crying and he was plagued with night terrors night after night.

Draco had first written home about the change in the boy after the first Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quiditch match where Harry had just fainted and fallen off of his broom within the first ten minuets of the game. Draco’s letter had sounded serious, so Lucius had taken to going to Hogwarts periodically with food from the manor’s kitchens and instructions for Draco to somehow give everything to the withering child.

Draco did as he was told and when Christmas came around Lucius sent out two owls that year. One was for Draco, it was a silver stuffed dragon holding a sprig of holly. Lucius had thought it was too cute to pass up and actually got two, but for the life of him he could never remember why, the urge to buy two had grabbed on to him and not let go. It just had…

The second was a present for Harry.

Lucius had been shopping in muggle London and spotted a pair of silver bangles with snakes engraved on the surface and a compass on either one, He decided that they were the perfect gift for a boy that felt lost within himself. Purchasing them and sending them, without Narsissa knowing was quite the trick. The woman was obsessed with everything he bought being for her, even though she knew that Lucius hadn’t bought her anything just for the heck of it, in years.

The blond spent two nights trying to think of something to put on note he was going to send with the bracelets.

To this day, if you asked him what he wrote, he would deny it till his dyeing day, but he couldn’t remember what he had scribbled down in his haste to not let Narsissa see them.

But whatever it was it must have done the trick, because the next letter he received from his son said that Harry had began eating more and seemed to have come back from the dead. There had been a P.S. that stated there were now odd rumors flying around that Harry had a secret lover with an odd sense of humor, because he was never seen with out a pair of silver, snake etched bangles with campuses, securely latched to his wrists.

A hiss in his general direction pulled him back to the present. Harry was looking at him expectantly and rose a well-sculpted eyebrow when he didn’t respond.

(~ I’m sorry…would you mind repeating that? ~)

Harry hissed at him again and Lucius laughed causing Harry to look at his oddly.

“Harry, I’m just as shocked as you. I didn’t know that your soul would find its mate with me…I can’t control things like that. Contrary to popular belief.”

“What?”

Both Harry and Lucius looked over to a wide-eyed Draco and blushed slightly.

“Father what do you mean, ‘would find its mate with me…’ I don’t understand.”

Lucius sighed and launched into the explanation of Harry’s odd muteness once again. By the time he was done, Harry had passed out the shot glasses and was busy mixing up the various liquids along with hisses of, ‘by the time he’s done you’ll need this’, and, ‘don’t ask whats in it, just drink it.’

Duddly and Peirs didn’t question what was in front of them, they just threw it back. Draco, Vernon and Patunia, on the other hand, just stared at it.

Draco didn’t really feel like drinking at that moment…he more felt like passing out or getting sick…or both.

It wasn’t the fact that his father was…twisted, that upset him, and it wasn’t the fact that it was with his new friend that he would be that way with, and it wasn’t even the age difference that had him in knots.

Draco couldn’t really place his finger on what had him so upset, he just knew that he was and that when the wizarding world found out…well…lets just say everything would change…and not in a good way.

Looking over at his brunette friend, Draco noticed that he wasn’t handling the situation better than anyone else... Harry, for his part, was staring at an empty shot glass, Not really seeing or acknowledging its presence, but still looking into its chipped and cracked surface as if it held all of lives answers within it some how…

Walking over and settling himself next the boy on the ash covered ground, Draco paused, not really knowing what to say. It occurred to him that even if he said anything, Harry wouldn’t be able to reply…

Sighing, he decided to try anyways, maybe Harry would surprise him like he usually did.

“Harry…um…how are you holding up? I know this must be a lot to take in and handle all at once…”

The longhaired boy didn’t respond, so Draco tried again. Still he got no response, the brunette boy didn’t even blink. Draco was about to give up when suddenly a soft whisper echoed inside of his head.

The whisper got louder and louder and louder until he thought his head was going to explode, when he realized that it was Harry’s voice he was hearing. And that somehow, Harry was screaming at him, but now the question was how was Harry speaking to him at all…

(*~ If one more person asks if I’m ‘alright’ or ‘how I’m holding up’ again, I swear I’ll grab the nearest two-by-four and beat them with it! I’m not fine! I’m not ok! I’m am not holding up! I have just had everything ripped from me it the span of forty minuets! I-…why am I even trying? Its not like you can understand me anyways… ~*)

Draco was excited. He had heard Harry…he had heard Harry’s thoughts…for some odd reasons Draco smiled.

“Draco…what was that all about?” asked Peirs as he stared wide-eyed at his friend.

The reality was that all anyone around them had heard was an extremely pissed off Harry Potter hissing at the blond angrily, but Draco had heard it. Draco had heard it all. He had even felt his friend’s pain and even though he didn’t know how, he has glad that he had.

“Harry, that was amazing…can you do it again?”

Harry opened his mouth to chew out the blond next to him when he actually heard what his friend had said.

(*~ Did you just say that you could hear me? ~*)

Draco nodded and let out a small laugh that drew the others closer to the developing scene.

“How are you doing it ? Its like you’re speaking directly into my head…its cool…weird, but cool…”

Lucius Malfoy placed a hand upon his son’s shoulder and spoke to everyone in general.

“Harry has just figured out how to speak telepathically. When he focused all of his thoughts on being upset at Draco for asking him if we was ok…in a matter of words, he unknowingly activated a way for him to feed his thoughts directly to the person he is thinking about. It seems that his annoyance with everybody in general finally got to him.

Congratulations Harry. But be careful with this newfound gift… As I said before. Try talking to someone who is not true to you and there will be some bad consequences.”

Harry looked at Lucius thoughtfully and decided to try out this new way of communication. A few minutes of odd faces and a headache later , Harry glared at the elder Malfoy and hissed at him angrily.

(* Why can’t I do it again? *)

The blond laughed and smiled at his young soulmate.

“Harry, you not only have to concentrate, you also have to know who you are directing your thoughts. If you try and just talk to someone with out identifying them, you can cause a few problems for you and them. Now, think of Draco and tell your mind that it’s him you want to communicate with.”

Harry did as he was told and sure enough Draco jumped and with a yelp gripped the side of his head as he glared at his friend.

“Harry! Not so loud, remember you are directly in my head, not beside me speaking in my ear Not that at that level it would have made any difference.”

Draco continued to gripe until the sound of soft laughter drifted though his and everyone else’s mind for a brief moment, only to disappear as quickly as it had started.

“Eventually the connection with your true friends will grow strong enough to allow them to send messages back to you. Eventually you will all be so connected it will be hard to tell were ones thoughts end and another’s begins. Eventually you will all have to learn how to block your thoughts off when you want to truly be alone. But now is not ‘Eventually’ and I do ask that you be careful whom you allow to have this knowledge. Not every one can be trusted.”

Every one was silent for a few moments as they digested that information before Peirs got brave enough to ask what was on almost everyone‘s minds.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but how do you know everything that you do? You said earlier that only on other set of people in history has had this …um…affliction. So how would you know that everything you are saying is complete fact?”

Lucius looked around at all of the curious faces and cleared his throat.

“ I think that will have to be answered at a later date. I do believe it time to get everyone cleaned up and ready for tomorrow. Peirs, Harry said something earlier about being able to stay at your house? Would your parents mind terribly?”

Peirs shook his head and brushed his peaches and cream mixed with lime green hair out of his eyes. Looking over at his exhausted boyfriend, the sixteen year-old started to walk around burning piles of wood and charred objects that were no longer recognizable, beckoning them to follow.

It was sad really, knowing, that for some reason, they were the only survivors of any of the explosions really made you feel …dirty and slightly dammed…but knowing that both you, and the one you love, are alive make it seem just a little more bearable.

“ Come on, Maybe my mom will be up reading or something…”

Peirs really didn’t believe that his mother would just be calmly sitting in the living room knitting or doing whatever it was that se did at this hour. He knew his mom would probably be rushing around the house gathering supplies and anything else she knew the families of this disaster would need. He was actually surprised to not see her at the blast sights looking for him…That just didn’t seem like his mother…

Peirs wasn’t sure why, but he had a terrible feeling that he just couldn’t describe grip onto his heart and stay latched there. Deciding to ignore it, Peirs smiled at the car that had just pulled in front of him. Thanking the blond owner of the car, the streaked boy slid thankfully into the soft interior and hardly noticed when the others did the same, being mostly asleep by the time the car door even closed all the way.

It had been a long morning and he was sure that Mr. Malfoy would be kind enough o wake him when they reached his house.


As soon as the car stopped at gentle hand reached over and shook Peirs back into the waking world. Looking around, the boy noticed something was off right away. The front door was wide open.

“Something doesn’t feel right…” Peirs stated slowly as he opened the door to his right and climbed out. Harry followed and held out a hand to help his still mostly asleep cousin not trip as he exited the car.

Everyone was a step behind Peirs as he slowly walked up his front steps and pushed open the door. What he saw made him freeze in shock and take a quivering step backwards, Running into Duddly in the process, sending them both to the floor in an undignified heap.

Catching his wide-eyed boyfriend and making sure we wasn’t hurt, Duddly set about trying to figure out what was wrong. He was two far away to actually get a clear view of the dark hall and living room, but what ever it was it had poor Peirs shaking like a leaf in October…

“Peirs…Peirs, are you alright? What did you see? Harry, could you go see what is so upsetting to him? ”

Harry nodded. Motioning to Draco, the two walked around the boys heaped on the porch.

Looking at one another and then at the adults behind them, Draco and Harry looked inside and they suddenly realized what had made Peirs look so sickly.

Draco opened the door further with a numb hand, and watched as a faint green glow crept along the ground until it stopped just under Lucius’s feet.

The Dark mark floated just above the bodies of Joshua and Nicole Polkis lazily, proclaiming to all that saw and understood, that Voldermort had been there recently.

Their faces were eternally frozen in a shocked and pain-filled expression as they clutched damaged wand in their cold hands.

Vernon and Patunia gasped and hugged the devastated boy tightly, trying to shield him from the awful scene in front of them. Neither realized what their friends were holding, and neither really cared to look. They just held the two devastated boys and let themselves cry as we

Unlike the other two adults, who had broken down and were now in about the same state as Peirs and Duddly, Lucius calmly walked over to the two boys and placed his hands upon each of their shoulders. Offering them support and strength if they needed it.

“Come you two…you don’t need to see this…”

Harry swung around and buried his face into Lucius’s chest giving off a small sob and biting his lip. Seeing his friends parents like that had reminded him of nightmares he had long tried to get rid of.

Piers’s mother, even though she looked nothing like his mother, still had felt like a mother and Harry sobbed and hissed something that sounded to Lucius, who could understand him to a certain extent, like ‘not another one’.

But he couldn’t really tell, because the boy was so muffled by the black silk he was clinging to.

Draco also turned away from the sight and into his father’s arms, the lifeless bodies making something ie ofe of him shiver and quake.

Lucius looked down at both of the boys and held them close. Reaching out he took one last look at the bodies of Piers’s family and shut the door quietly.

Even though the dark mark was above the bodies, Lucius had to wonder if it was really him. Even if it had been one of his minions…Usually when Voldermort ordered a muggle, or anybody for that matter, killed, he always left the mark high in the air so that all could see it wonder if it had been their family that had died.

This time it was inside the house, floating there like one of those ‘save point’ things that he had seen in a demonstration of a muggle video game called ‘Final Fantasy 8’ or something like that. He really hadn’t paid much attention, he had just wanted to leave but nooo… he was stuck watching his sister’s son and he was obsessed with the muggle game. So Lucius was forced to stand there in the middle of a shopping center, with a crowd of other people, and watch this boy explain the games features and show them almost every aspect of the game without giving away to much.

It had been a terrible waist of time in the blonde’s opinion, but, whatever made his sister happy was a good thing.

Looking around at the grieving family’s, Lucius sighed and hugged the two boys in his arms closer to him and cleared his throat.

“I say we go back to my manor and figure out where to go from there. I don’t think thaayinaying around here is a good thing…”


Two heads nodded against the blondes chest and looking up, Lucius noticed that no body, not Peirs, Duddly, Patunia, or Vernon, was about to tell him no. The entire situation was very upsetting and Lucius couldn’t wait to get home and figure out what happened.

Guiding his houseguests back to the car, Lucius was hard pressed to get either Harry or Draco off of him long enough to slide into the vehicle.

Duddly was having the same problem with Peirs, the boy was like human super-glue, No matter how hard you pulled, he wasn’t letting go. Not that Duddly was really trying to let go of him, it was just alittle more than difficult to do anything when he had his boyfriend latched on to him and he could barely see though his swollen and blurry eyes.

Patunia and Vernon rubbed slow circles into the hiccuping and sobbing boy’s back while sending a small smiles at Lucius who had two boys clinging to him like the world would end if they let go.


Thinking on this, Patunia decided that it probably would in their eyes. Tears started to spill faster as she thought about her close friend

‘Nicole was so happy that Duddly and Harry had started to get the boy and make him do more…She was really pleased to meet Harry and was all smiles when he started to go over with Duddly more.

The woman treated both boys as if they were hers. No matter what, When the boys got in trouble, she didn’t care who was the cause of it, she’d punished them all the same. Just so, she also praised them all the same and loved all of the boys like nothing else.

To Harry, she had been like a mother, the one that I was never able to be because I couldn’t see two inches past my own face, but she was always giving him advice and trying to cheer him up when something was going bad. Not that that happened that often, but there were the rare times when Harry would feel separate from Duddly and Peirs. When these times arose and I didn’t know what to do, I would call Nicole and ask her for help. The woman always knew just how to deal with the moody boy. I don’t know what I’m going to do with out her…I can’t believe she’s gone…’

With that last thought, Patunia broke down into uncontrollable sobs. She had lost her best friend and not only that, but she had lost the only other person she could count on to deal with all three boys when she was strung to tightly. She didn’t know what to do…

Vernon held his wife closely and tried to calm her the best he could. He was really no good in these kind of situations, but even he had cried alittle, Joshua was a close friend of his sense his days at Smeltings…


Lucius was trying to work around Harry and Draco, both boys were crying, but for completely different reasons. Lucius knew that it was the first time Draco had ever truly seen the effects of a Death Eater attack. The fact that he reacted so badly was a good thing in Lucius’s opinion.

Even though Lucius acted like Voldermort’s personal ass-kisser, he really wasn’t. Voldermort, in all reality, didn’t like him at all. He didn’t call him to meetings, he didn’t tell him anything, and in all truth, he liked to pretend that Lucius didn\'t exist at all. For a reason that the tall blond was now glad for.

‘I really should go and see him…I have to figure out why he ordered the attack…If he ordered the attack. They hadn’t done anything to his knowledge. Yes, he did blow up Harry’s house in the process…but why would he take out the Polkis residents…unless there is something I don’t know about them…I’ll have to ask the boy when he is calm enough to talk about it…’

With this, Lucius returned his attention to the second boy in his arms. He also knew why Harry was upset. Not only had another set of people he’d cared about died, but therk ark ark also brought up some terrible memories that he knew the boy would like nothing more than to forget about…

(* What about my wand and school supplies? They were in the house…*)

Harry’s shivering hiss brought up a good point, The boy had lost everything from his years at Hogwarts when his house had been destroyed.

“To tell you the truth Harry…I don’t know…your trunk, wand, cloths, broom…everything is gone. The only thing we can do is replace it all…In the morning, or when ever you are ready, we’ll go out and get you what you need. That goes for all of you. I wouldn’t think of not replacing what you have lost. I know I can never give you back the things that meant the most to you, but I can try…”

The car then grew silent. The only sounds heard were sniffs and random coughs when suddenly a loud metal-hitting-metal sound resounded though the limousine.

Looking down at where his hand had been stroking Harry’s soft multicolored hair, Lucius gazed at two silver snake engraved bangles that were holding it out of the boys’ face. Noticing what he was looking at, both Harry and Draco gave a watery laugh and Draco launched into the explanation.

“Last year the day before Christmas break, right in the middle of Potions, this huge black eagle hawk came swooping in and…”


*Flashback*


Harry sat next to Neville Longbottom quietly, He had hope the boy would have been to scared of him to even be at a table close to him, but he had been wrong unfortunately.

This hand not been his year and by the way things were going, it didn’t look like it was going to get any better.

Over the summer he had received multiple howlers in regards to the whole ‘Cederic’ issue. Each one blaming him for the death of the boy and telling him how awful he was to let such a thing happen.

Harry had taken all of this badly and over the summer had with drawn upon himself in hopes that everyone would just forget about him. Even his relatives had decided to leave him alone and for that, Harry was grateful.

When the school year came around, Harry had sent his school list to Mrs. Weasly, asking her to ‘please purchase my school things because I don’t think I’ll be well enough to go with you this year.’

The kind woman had and to his relief, had just sent them to him and not sent her boys to come and get him at all. A few weeks later, his uncle insisted he go back to his, ‘blasted school’, because they weren’t going to put up with him over the school year. They already had to put up with him though the summer and that was bad enough.

When Harry arrived on Platform 9 ¾ he instantly noticed that all eyes were on him. Self-conscience of enough, Harry bypassed all of his friends and found an empty compartment in the back of the train and locked both doors so that no one could get in.

Everything went fine for the first week or so, until the hrs frs found him again. From there, everything went down hill…

The Slytherins started to snidely congratulate him on allowing Cederic to die, and the Hufflepuffs would call him a murderer at every chance they got. The Gryffindors stood by him as much as they could, but Harry knew that they really didn’t know what to feel and didn’t talk to most of them and barely spoke to his closest friends as it was.

The December came around, Harry knew what to expect this year. Wicked and cruel things to taunt him…either that or something like boxes with dead animals in them…Harry had received one of those already. In fact, it had a knife buried into it and the blood was soaking through his bed sheets.

Sitting in Potions class was like sitting in the deepest pit of Hell. Even though Snape stopped people from messing with him, he couldn’t see everything and usually ignored something, just because he could.

But this day was alittle different. Harry had woken up like usual, Draco had bumped into him in the halls and slipped him a muffin like he usually did before delivering a scathing remark about Harry’s parentage and storming off.

Classes had gone normally, well as normally as classes can when you’re Harry Potter and attend a school for the magically inclined. All up until Potions class.

This class had started out odd. Snape told them to pick up all of their things and put them away, He even allowed them to pair up with whom they wanted to…it was a cold day in hell when Snape was that nice.

The black haired man then passed out two potion ingredients and told them to figure out what they were and that the first person to correctly identify them, and the potion they went to, would get twenty house points, a ingredient, regardless of what house you were in.

With a promise like that, every one attacked their books with a passion that had never been seen in the potion classroom. Harry was shocked to see that he knew what his ingredients were with out having to look them up.

The first ingredient was a small stone called ‘The Queen of Meadow’. It was a rare stone that was only found on the top of the highest mountain peak in Switzerland. To anyone who knew of this stone it was know to spread poison through the body by touch alone, it was extremely expensive and one touched by human hands would be ruined forever.

So when Harry heard Neville Longbottom comment on how pretty stonstone was and saw his slightly chubby fingers reach for it, Harry reacted the only way he kne coe could and slammed his hand down on the frightened boy’s wrist, firmly holding it in place.

“ I wouldn’t touch that Neville…”

Thinking the worst, Neville let out a panicked scream and jerked wildly.

“What is going on over here? Mr. Potter? Mr. Longbottom?”

Harry let go of the boys wrist and sighed looking up at his lest fite ite teacher tiredly.

“He was going to touch ‘The Queen of Meadow’ sir. As everyone knows, this stone is very rare and deadly, but if touched it will be ruined and no longer good to use in any potion.”

Snape looked impressed and rose an eyebrow at his student.

“And what, Mr. Potter, is the only potion this stone cane be used in?”

Harry released a breath he hadn’t be aware he was holding and thought for a moment before smiling and launching into a small speech.

“ This particular stone can only be used in its own counter potion. The poison will be neutralized when it touches to ure ure because of a reason really no one to date can explain.

The stones\' color has a lot to do with it and researchers believe it has something to do with its shape as well. But no one can be for certain.”

For the first time, in all of the years that Harry had be being taught by the hook nosed man in front of him, he saw the man smile. Snape reached out with a pair of tongs and carefully picked up the stone, putting it back into a glass container and awarded twenty points to Gryffindor.

Everyone was surprised to see that the man had kept his promise and after a moment of open mouths, Snape glared at them all and shouted at them to get back to work, ignoring the fact that Harry was now smiling at him, even if it was a small smile.

Then a Black bird flew down from the open door, which Harry never realized had been left open at all, and beat its large wings over the second ingredient on his workstation.

Dropping a medium sized package in his lap, the bird took off again, sending the red-ish brown powder all over the table and the floor.

“I-I’ll get it Harry…” Neville said as he reached out a hand to sweep away the mess.

Once again, Harry grabbed his wrist, but this time held it far away from the table. And picking up his package, he got up slowly, avoiding the powder as much as he could and not touching his robes were the stuff clung to him.

“Harry? What is wrong with you?” Asked his bushy haired friend, Hermoine Granger. “Its just alittle powdered Dragon’s blood…it won’t hurt him to touch it…”

Snape was behind her, just about to chew her out for taking a spilled potion ingredient so lightly, when Harry beat him to it.

“I hate to tell you Hermoine, but this isn’t Dragon’s blood. This is Powdered Dong Quai root. It isn’t ground up any more because of its striking resemblance to Dragon’s blood, and really the only difference in the two is the smell.

Dong Quai root has a distinctly sweet and musty smell. The reason is because it can only be found on trees in the Buddhist temples of china. It is a Dong Quai is a sister tree to the Beautiful Cherry blossom tree. That is were it gets the sweet smell…

Dong Quai root stopped being powdered around the year 1824. It was used in potions that called for Dragon’s blood, and because of its strong resemblance, it turned most harmless potions into poisons.

Dong Quai is the main ingredient in most poisons and is most know for the poison called ‘The Crimson Kiss’, where it dissolves all of your organs and has you coughing up blood for three weeks. There is no cure for it and my god have mercy on any soul who would willingly brew that as revenge for anything… ”

By the time Harry was done, Everyone was staring at him with terrified looks in their eyes…everyone that is, except Severus Snape.

Snape was very proud of him, shocked at his complete knowledge of the two deadly ingredients he’d given him, but proud non the less.

“Mister Potter, I am impressed, but tell the class why you did not allow Mr. Longbottom to touch the powder…Surely its not like ‘The Queen of Meadow’ where it will poison you if you touch it…”

Harry shook his head and went back into his explanation.

“The Dong Quai root won’t poison you directly, but that doesn’t mean that it won’t leave you with a reminder that you touched it. I think that the last person who touched it was sent to the hospital for seven months because boils sprung up all over his body and all ten of his fingers fell off…along with the skin on the palms of his hands melting…”

Shudders ran though the class when Harry was done speaking. Snape waved his wand and every last particle of the powder flew towards him and sealed its self in an iron box.

“Good job Potter. I never want to see you getting mail in my class again. I will give you the twenty house points for your answer, but I am also going to take them away for disrupting my class with your personal life…”

The rest of the class went by in silence. Neville had moved to another table and left Harry to his thoughts.

Looking down Harry saw the words, ‘Do not open until Christmas’, written on the brown wrapping.

Harry smiled to himself. ‘It looks like things might just start to pick up… ‘

*End Flashback*

“…And after that Harry seemed to be completely different. The next time I saw him he was eating a lot more and he had those bands around his wrists…it was crazy…”

The story had everyone ones mind off of the gruesome slightly had witnessed. Instead they were now inspecting Harry’s bangles. Lucius watched a smile appear on the blue streaked brunette’s face and allowed himself a small smile.


“So who gave them to you?” Duddly asked as he traced the outline of the snakes’ body.

Harry smiled and shrugged. He really didn’t know where they’d come from but he was happy to have them. They had saved him from himself more than anyone would ever know.

Just knowing that one person out there, that wasn’t Ron or Hermoine, still cared for him…made him want to live more than anything, and really, he didn’t even know the persons name.

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Ok you guys, Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews.

Yes, I know that this chapter is probably as confusing as chapter seven was, But I have to get all of this out of the way so that they can get to Hogwarts…its hard, but I’ve reread this chapter like twelve times and am still adding to it….

Thank you to all of the loyal readers that have stood by my side even though it takes forever to get my chapters posted.

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