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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: I�m
really sorry about this chapter, it�s really not the greatest. So I hope you
all enjoy this chapter, at least in some way. So I�ll hopefully see you all
again next week for the next update� Next week�s update is going to be censored
(A lemon scene is in it) so I�ll be posting the censored one and giving links
out to the un-censored version, or you just email me for it. So till then. Cya!

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Ten � Break
Down

I don�t raise my gaze from the floor as I hear the man
speaking firmly in front of me. I just keep looking at that one spot and listen
to the man�s words, while I try to ignore the sickening twists in my stomach.

�- shouldn�t be too hard. He was already in for child
molesting so I don�t think you need much to convince the court otherwise. Just
keep to the facts� Paul said with his voice firm as he shifted through files on
his desk.

Harry�s beside me, watching the man calmly over the surface
of the table. He hasn�t said too much since we entered Paul�s office, he�s
leaving me to do the talking, which I guess is best, if I can�t do this simple
confrontation, than I can�t face Thomas and the court, let alone give them my
evidence.

Harry finally speaks up once he notices my quietness. �Can
he write it down? Or even chose memories for a pensive hearing?� he asks the
man, not really giving room in his tone for a negative answer.

I can feel Paul�s gaze on me, trying to read me for a reason
to call a Pensive Hearing. There was a long silence that set my nerves on end.
What if he said no? What if I have to speak in front of everyone and tell them
what�s happened to me? Or worse yet, what if I can�t speak up and instead deny
it all which in the long run frees Thomas from his sentence and makes me look
weak.

Slowly I raise my gaze from the small stain on the carpet.
What am I meant to do if I have to be there in person? To give the speech, or
even to sit there and watch my own memories play in front of me?

I meet steal blue eyes. Paul, I�ve known for only a short
time. He�s a very trustworthy man. He�s loyal to Harry, and apparently he owes
Harry a few favours, so that�s why Harry�s hired him, because he�s good at what
he does. Getting people that should be behind bars, behind bars.

Finally Paul nods. �Yes, it�s acceptable. If Mr Malfoy
doesn�t feel he can speak to the court firmly, than he can either write his
statement with a Truth Quill. Or he can ask for a Pensive Hearing, which would
be preferred if he doesn�t wish to speak in person� the man states as he looks
to me.

Close to sighing in relief at my choice factor, I nod
thankfully. �I�d like to make a Pensive Hearing, I don�t think I�ll be stable
enough to talk� I inform with a surprisingly firm voice.

Giving me a small nod of understanding, Paul stands from his
seat and turns to a bookshelf behind him, one that holds tomes of all sizes, as
well as other nick-knacks that strangely remind me of Dumbledore�s office, even
if I hadn�t been in the old headmasters office frequently, I can still remember
the sleeping portraits and the whizzing nick-knacks.

On the top shelf I spot at least three pensive, the one
closest to the wall is the one that Paul picks up carefully and makes his way
back to the table with.

�I have to be here for the extraction of memories, to make
sure there�s no tampering� he states calmly to me as he places the bowl in
front of me.

Fair enough.

�What kind of memories would be best?� I ask in a slightly
shaky voice as I accept Harry�s wand when he hands it to me, seeing as I still
haven�t got mine.

�Just enough to get Mr. White behind bars, if you have any
memories of physical abuse made on anyone, even yourself; that should probably
be enough� he stated carefully.

Physical abuse? I think I can find
enough memories of that.

Giving a small nod I raise Harry�s wand to my temple and
concentrate on the section of memory I�m looking for.

I can remember a lot of incidents where Thomas had lifted a
hand to me, where he had pinned me, kicked me or punched me. Trying to ignore
the cold shiver that runs through my body, I look closely at all the incidence
that come to mind that can get Thomas put away. Just one of these memories should
do. I don�t need all of them, and Merlin knows I don�t want to show these
strangers all of them.

With a memory chosen, I slowly pull the wand back from my
temple, sucking in a breath as I watch the show play around me as it�s slowly
pulled from my memory, an exact duplicate of it.

It�s an odd feeling having my memories pulled and copied
from my head; around my temple it feels slightly numb. I�ve done this a few
times before, once when I had to prove my innocents to the Ministry when I
stated I wasn�t working for Dumbledore, but I hadn�t extracted the memory then,
some Auror had.

There�s an odd sticky feeling, and it�s like if I shake my
head hard enough I may just get rid of it. But instead of shaking my head at a
ghost feeling, I continue to pull the memory from my temple with Harry�s wand.

Once I feel that I�ve got enough evidence to get Thomas away
for at least a dozen years, I give a small tug and the fine milky thread snaps.
Moving my hand in front of me, I see the long sliver/white memory hanging from
the tip of the wand, waving in an invisible wind.

Gently I lower the milky/silver cord into the pensive bowl,
as soon as it touches the bottom of the basin the cord falls into it and begins
to swirl around and circles like a whirlpool.

Shakily I hand Harry back his wand.

Leaning over the table, Paul looks down into the basin and
nods. �That should do it. Is there anything you�d like to add to the basin, Mr
Potter?� Paul asks with a raised brow as he looks over to the brunette.

Frowning, Harry looks to me and then to Paul. �I don�t see
what I can add� he said thoughtfully, if not a little confused.

Paul�s other brow raised, his face looking somewhat amused.
�I�m sure you�re� little visit� will probably be brought up, do you want to
defend yourself?� he asked calmly.

I, however, am confused as I look back to Harry and then to
Paul. Visit? What visit? What are they talking about? I turn my gaze back to
Harry and see him hold back a small smile.

Harry gives a small nod and holds his wand to his temple.

I can only watch confused as a small silky cord is pulled
from his temple. It�s short, not as long as mine, and with a small tug, Harry
breaks it and dangles it over the pensive. It�s not long before the shorter
cord is swirling along with my memory.

Paul nods firmly and pulls the pensive back over to his side
of the desk. �Do you wish to be there for the heading? Or do you wish to wait?�
he asks me, his gaze once again locking with mine.

I�m still trying to figure out what had just happened. What little visit are they talking about? Does Harry know something I don�t?
�Um� No. I � I�d rather wait, if that�s okay?� I ask, hoping that it is as I
look back to the man behind the table.

The man only nods to me, looking like he didn�t expect
anything different. �That�s fine. You�ll have to wait in the waiting room until
the case is over� He says as slowly he stood, the pensive held tightly in his
grasps.

Harry and I follow suit and also stand and follow Paul out
of the room.

�Mr Potter, you know where the room is. Do you think you can
manage? I have to get to the room and get ready� the man states as he juggles
himself between the suitcase in his hand and the pensive held tightly to his
chest.

Harry and I both nod, and with that Paul turns and makes his
way down some hallway.

As soon as he�s out of sight, I turn my gaze to the brunette
beside me. �What did he mean by �visit�?� I ask abruptly.

Harry looks at me, his green gaze looking me over as a small
smile plays in the corners of his lips. �Lets get to the waiting room� He says
as he hooks a hand around my waist and begins to guide me in the opposite
direction to the way Paul had gone.

�Harry, don�t avoid the question. What did he mean?� I snap, a little irritated. He always avoids my questions
when he knows it�ll get me angry. That can only mean that whatever �The Little
Visit� means, I�m not going to like it. Great.

�Come on, I�ll make you a drink� Harry says, obviously
avoiding the question as he holds a door open for me, his hand moving to the
small of my back to give me that small extra push into the room, so that I
don�t hold him up at the doorstep, arguing. But I resent that. I wouldn�t hold
him up in the doorway. Anyway, I have a perfectly good reason to argue with
him. He�s hiding something from me and I know it!

�Harry� I say threateningly as I turn around and face him,
my arms crossed over my chest. I know I can look intimidating, but I can�t
really look too intimidating when Harry only closes the door behind me and
walks past me to the kettle. How am I meant to look intimidating when the
person I�m meant to be intimidating doesn�t even look at me?! I can�t!

�Harry!� I snap as I walk over to where he is. Look at me so
I can intimidate you, damn it! �What does he mean by �Little Visit�?� I
persist.

Looking up from the mugs, his vibrant green eyes locking
with mine, forgetting that I�m meant to be looking intimidating, my hands fall from my chest and to my side. �Harry?�
Nervously I lick my lips. �D-did you� did you� go to him?� I ask slowly but
carefully. I need to know. �W-when I was in the shower?�

Harry studies me for a while, and then slowly, to my
displeasure or pleasure � I�m yet to figure out the right way to react � he
nods. �Yes� he says simply, not at all looking like he�s ready to apologise for
his actions� I�m trying to figure out whether he should apologise or not.

�Why?�

Harry frowns lightly and makes a step towards me, he looks
like he wants to wrap his arms around me and pull me against him, but he�s
holding off and instead he takes a soothing breath, �Because he hurt you,
Draco. He kidnapped you and hurt you� He says softly, his eyes begging me to
understand.

The thing is that I do understand, and I feel very touched
that Harry did that for me. I can remember how angry I was with the fact that
he had taken it so calmly, and he hadn�t gone over there defending me and
burning down the house.

It�s confusing, the emotions that are now playing inside me.
I can almost say that I�m suffering from a females �Mood Swings�, and if I�m
not I think I know how they feel. I have the urge to laugh and hug him for
being the best boyfriend in the world, and then there�s the want to cry because
he wanted revenge on Thomas for hurting me. Then there�s the need to lecture
him and tell him that what he did was wrong, and stupid� I have no idea which
reaction to turn to.

Harry�s watching me, waiting for my reaction. He doesn�t
seem too nervous, but he also doesn�t look confident that I�m going to take the
information sweetly.

In a way my wish came true. I had wished that he would
defend me. I had wished that he�d display his love for me by attacking the man
that had hurt me so many times. But at the same time I know that what he did
can get him into a lot of trouble. Harry can lose his job, even lose his
respect� but the thing is he knew this� and he risked it all the same, because
of me.

I truly feel touched. Harry is the sweetest boyfriend. I remember
Hermione once telling me that once you had Harry�s love you had it for life,
along with his respect and deepest care. Once Harry sees you as someone he
wants to call either friend or foe, you get his complete passion. He�ll either
love you with his heart and eyes, or he�ll hate you with a silent passion.

It�s amazing really. For such a long time I swore I was in
the �Foe� category, but now that I look at those who have really hurt Harry,
they don�t survive long. He�s a scary man when he�s angry. He doesn�t explode
with fists and whatnot, his rathe is much worse. He�s silent and calm, and the
only way you can know that he�s ready to strike, is the fact that his body will
be stiff and the air around him will be heavy with raw magic, not to mention the
silent furry in his eyes� but that reaction is for either You-Know-Who or Death
Eaters�

Of course there are people out there that everyone doesn�t
get along with, or doesn�t have a high interested in. Harry has at least three
people like that at work, but he hides it well and the only way you can tell
that he doesn�t think much of the person is by his silence and calm eyes...
Possibly the quick excuse to leave would be a hint too.

When it comes to the Gryffindor, he�s a mystery.

He went to Thomas, to do whatever it was that he did to him.
He didn�t tell me, and I expect that he never really intended to tell me.

His actions may look vicious in other people�s eyes, but in
a very pathetic way I find it comforting. It shows me just how much Harry cares
for me, not to mention its proof that I�m in that special circle that not many
people reach, the inner circle of Harry�s protection.

I feel like a Hufflepuff, for getting so worked up and
emotional, just because Harry beat some guy up for me� it�s pathetic really and
I�m quite sure I�ll scowl myself later.

�You could have been seriously injured, Harry� I manage to
snap, though my voice isn�t in the least bit threatening and angry.

I lock eyes with him, my gaze most likely portraying the
twist of emotions inside of me. I am angry with him; in a way what he did was
stupid. He could have gotten hurt, or he could get sewed for approaching
Thomas. Then at the same time I�m giddy because I know he did it because he was
angry at what Thomas did to me.

Harry nods his head, though he looks far from guilty or
sorry, he looks more calm and watching. Sometimes I hate it when he studies me;
he always tends to find something that I�m not ready to share.

�You�re an idiot� I sigh, �But�� shaking my head I look over
Harry�s face, this man is one to love. There�s no doubt about it. Before I can
give permission to the idea, or think properly on it, I�m moving forward, my
arms wrapping tightly around Harry�s shoulders. �You�re a sweet idiot.�

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

It�s been hours. I�m still recovering with relief and shock.
Thomas is back where he belongs, behind bars. Apparently my evidence had been
more then enough to grant the man twenty years in jail.

Paul had approached us, smiling broadly and announcing with
profound happiness that Thomas White won�t bother us anymore.

It was a great relief. I don�t know why I expected anything
less though. Thomas has no winning case. He�s known for violence. My evidence
had shown both violence and much more.

I even had one of the people that were in the court approach
me and give me a heart warming hug. She was in her early twenties and she
looked very affected by what she had seen. Then she had introduced herself as
Jessica Parkinson, a pureblood witch, and close relative to Pansy.

She was nice, and for a few minutes she had talked to us,
telling us that the rest of the members of the court hardly needed any
convincing after my evidence, and then she had turned to Harry.

It�s funny watching people of the pureblood or even people
that know Harry for what he has done for them. As soon as they meet Harry, the
always look at him with awe, silently their eyes would zoom in on the small
scare on his forehead. I wasn�t any different, and sometimes I still look to
his forehead and get silently reminded of what Harry�s done for us.

When I asked about the memory Harry had added, one in his
defence, Jessica had smiled and told us that such an attack never happened, and
then she had winked and left, calling over he shoulder to tell Pansy she said
hi.

It was a relief. Harry wasn�t in trouble, and Thomas will no
longer be able to bother me. Not only that, but now some more people of the
wizarding community know of some of my past experiences, and instead of getting
something like disgust from them, I received a few pitying looks and even a few
nods of respect.

Then there was the sight that really shocked me.

Paul had been talking to us, telling us � by detail � what
went on within the room. I was hardly taking note. I was still recovering from
the good news that Thomas was never going to bother me again and Harry wasn�t
going to get in trouble.

Though Harry had assured me that if anything happened, he�d
handle it. I had been scared that he�d also get taken away. But with hearing
the small story from Paul that the group had seen the memory Harry gave, they
were willing to pretend it didn�t happen. They were all willing to turn a blind
eye to it. Either because the believed Thomas got what they disserved or
because Harry is who he is, I have no idea. I�m just glad that everything is
how it should be.

I had zoned out from Paul�s discussion and looked past the
man. There, on the other side of the room was Thomas; beside him were two
Auror�s. He was cuffed at the wrists, and not looking too happy.

It wasn�t the fact that he was cuffed and pissed off that
startled me though; it was the fact that he had a swollen face and black eye,
as well as a split lip. Some of the injuries over his body I can tell were done
by me, like the cut above his eye, the swollen nose all from my attempt to
escape, but then I can also see a few wounds that were delivered by hand, from
most likely by Harry.

He seems to be limping, either that�s from when I hit his
legs with the frying pan or not, but he does seem to be holding his side
painfully, and he is most definitely glaring at Harry and myself, but mainly
Harry.

I had spared a quick glance to the brunette beside me, just
in time to see a dark glare shot over Paul�s shoulder towards Thomas, and then
I feel his arm move around my waist.

It�s weird really as I look back to the moment of rescue.
Harry had saved me from being hit by a car. He had apparated me to his apartment and than started to
look me over and heal me.

The weird thing is that not much panicking and crying on my part
happened. There was no �You saved me!� There was a great deal of relief, but I
didn�t break down or even just hold Harry, and then Harry had told me to go
take a shower after he had healed both my hand and head.

It�s not that I�m disappointed with the way we both handled
the situation, I�m sure that things just haven�t hit me. But when I was safe
from Thomas, and with Harry again. There was no
hugging and all that, I hardly even took note of the fact that he was in
hospital hours ago, recovering from being shot! I feel so self-centred!!

I don�t know if I�m just really weird or if this is just our
way of dealing with this. It was like as soon as we were at the apartment and
Harry saw I was safe as can be after being threatened, we were like it had
never happened. And then there was the appearance of the bitch and I went to
bed�

In a way I think it was just our way of dealing with what
had happened, and I�m quite sure once things settle down and were back home
things will hit, and probably hard too.

But I still can�t help but feel so selfish!! What kind of
boyfriend am I? Not even worrying myself over Harry, telling him to lie down
and all that. Instead I get saved and go take a shower, like I was never in the
clutches of a mad ex-boyfriend that had attempted to take both Harry and my
life.

I�m in the hospital, sitting just behind Harry on the other
side of the patient bed, while he sits on the other side, his shirt off as
medi-witches look thoroughly over him while his medi-wizard stands in the back
of the room, chastising him for just running off like that, and not to mention
the state of his private room with his explosion of anger.

I can�t look up from my lap. I�m sitting on the other side
of the bed, my back half given to Harry as I look down at my fingers.

What kind of boyfriend am I to not care so much as to swarm
over Harry? I�m so selfish! I don�t see how I disserved Harry�s love. I have no
right to move in with him! Or to even consider it!

I know I�m falling into self stained depression. I know I
may be scowling myself for no apparent reason. But how can I stop? I only have
to look back to how little I payed attention to Harry� I�m not good for him.

I�m so fucked up!

�� Just take one of these every morning, and take it easy�
the medi-wizard�s voice broke into my train of depressing thoughts. He still
seems to be scowling Harry as he hands the brunette some vales of a yellow
coloured potion.

Harry nods and takes the potions; his shirt already covering
his upper body, showing just how much he�s eager to leave the prodding�s of the
medi�s.

�Thank you� He said to them, giving a small nod as he stood
from the bed, pulling on his long coat that rested beside him and turning to
me.

I can�t meet his eyes when he does turn to look at me;
instead I look back down and stand silently. I feel so low. I feel like I�m the
worst boyfriend in the world.

Feeling a hand on the small of my back only causes me to
chew my lower lip and meekly allow myself to be guided out of the room.

Were silent as we walk down the hallway, Harry�s hand is
still resting on the middle of my back, gentle but guiding at the same time. I
can already feel the hot prickles behind my eyes.

I know he�s worried, I can feel his attention on me
constantly. He�s walking close beside me, his shoulder brushing with mine.

I don�t disserve him. Thomas is right� I�m nothing really�
all his words are true. I can�t stop the small tear from rolling down my cheek,
and the only thing I do is duck my head down further and pry that no one sees
me crying. That�s the last thing I want.

We reach the entry of the hospital, and then Harry�s hand
leaves the small of my back and instead grasps my bicep and guides me to turn
towards him. There are no words spoken between us as I rest my forehead on his
shoulder, refusing to look up as another tear falls from my eyes.

His arms drop to my waist, and soon enough I�m being pulled
against a strong chest. My hands move up to his chest and curl into his shirt.

I can�t stop but feel the depression washing over me, I�m
trying desperately to keep myself in control, trying to assure myself that
Harry still loves me, and no matter how much I say I don�t, I do disserve it� but then, at the same
time, I don�t see that.

I feel the pull as Harry apparates
us back to his home.

I just don�t feel like I disserve Harry�s love. He�s such a
strong character, and he needs someone just as strong to be with him, not
someone as weak and useless as me. Look at me?! I�ve just been kidnapped by my
ex-boyfriend. I�m useless because of my past. I�m a used up piece of shit!

I�ve been touched by so many others hands and mouths, I�m
surprised Harry can even stand to look at me, let alone touch me. I�ve been
passed around like a wishing pole. I�m selfish and a coward.

Look at me. I didn�t even worry over Harry! Sure, I was
scared out of my life. I cried and worried over him while he was in hospital,
and it�s understanding that I find other things to worry about whilst in the
clutches of Thomas, but then I was rescued� and I didn�t worry.

I don�t disserve Harry�s love!

I don�t disserve love!

My feet soon hit solid ground with a small lunge, but
Harry�s arms save me from any more signs of weakness.

Although I want to pull out and walk away, I can�t bring
myself to let go of Harry�s shirt, if anything my hands tighten and I shift my
face to the side so that I can burry myself into the crook of his neck.

�Draco?� His voice is soft and curious as his arms tighten
around my waist.

I can feel my body start to shake as tears continue to fall down
my cheeks, this time at a faster pace. I can�t control it anymore then I can�t
control the depressive thoughts that are currently flying through my head.

Harry�s arms wrap more securely around my waist as he tries
to look down into my face. I don�t look to him though, I feel too ashamed to
meet his gaze, and instead I keep my face hidden in the crook of his neck, one
of my hands letting go of his shirt to slip over his shoulder and curl in his
hair.

Soon I hear warm and comforting words being whispered to me.
I don�t disserve Harry�s attention. All I bring him is pain and hassle! I�m
annoying; he has to always take care of me! He needs someone stronger then me!
I�m always in tears over anything; I�m always pulling him down� I�m like a five
year old child and Harry disserves someone older, someone that won�t hold him
back.

Why does everything have to crash down because of me? Harry
wouldn�t have been shot if it wasn�t for me� he wouldn�t have to worry about
me� he wouldn�t have to put his life on hold just so he can comfort me and tell
me everything�s okay.

A kiss is placed on the crown of my head. �Shhh. Everything�s going to be okay.�

I want to tell him that nothings going to be okay, I want to
tell him the thoughts that are causing the tears, but I can�t bring my voice to
work through the tears and small hiccups. I�m pathetic, that�s what I am.

�You�re brave, Draco. Everything�s over now.�

How can he say I�m brave? I�m anything but brave. I must
have shaken my head because I feel Harry shift his weight, his hand rising to
grasp my shoulder and push me back a little. I have no choice but to allow him
to cup my face in his hand, his thumb rubbing gently at the tears. I refuse to
look up, and only look at his neck, still crying.

�You are. You�ve been through so much� he says as his hand
moves slowly to my chin where he pressures me to look up, to meet his eyes.

I�m hesitant, but slowly I raise my eyes and meet vivid
green.

�You�re brave, Draco. One of the bravest people I know. No
matter what happens, I�ll always be here for you� he says, his voice soft but
firm, making sure I understood that he was serious about his words.

I lick my lips, my eyes almost pleading. �I � I�� Shaking my
head, which is still being held gently by Harry. I
feel torn. I don�t know what to think or do. I know I love Harry, I know he
loves me. I know I don�t want to leave him and I know that he makes me just as
happy as I hopefully make him. I also know that being kidnapped wasn�t my
fault, I didn�t ask for it. It�s also the same thing for Thomas. I didn�t ask
to date him, I didn�t ask him to beat me and rape me
and to show an unhealthy amount of interest in me. It�s also not my fault that
he turned on Harry and tried to kill him. We both weren�t expecting it. It
didn�t help me with Harry lying and saying that Thomas was behind bars.

I move forward, burying my face into his neck as my body
continues to shake. �Why? Why d-didn�t you tell me?� I cried. �Why did y-you
tell me he was i-in jail?�

I feel Harry�s arms once again move around my waist as he
rests his head on the top of mine. �I�m sorry. I swear I didn�t mean for any of
this to happen. I didn�t want you to worry� I thought we could find him within
a day. I�m so sorry, Draco� he murmurs, his arms tightening around me, as if he
was scared that I�d pull away from him and leave.

I hiccup and hold tighter to him, my arms wrapped around his
shoulders as I duck my head down to nudge at his chest. I try to take a calming
breath, I try to stop the tears, to stop the feelings overwhelm me. My entire
body is shaking violently, my legs feel like they�re about to collapse from
under me, and faintly I realise that I feel cold.

I must be in shock. I�ve been here once before, that was
after the final battle. It�s not pretty, but like I was told last time, it�s a
way of release for the body.

�H-Harry� I stutter. The tears almost seemed to have
stopped, but I�m shaking more and I feel colder.

Suddenly I feel a tug at my waist and then Harry pulls back
from me, though his arms continue to keep in contact as he guides me to the bed
worriedly.

�Try to stay calm� he says to me as I climb onto the bed and
move under the blankets, my shoes being removed hastily by Harry.

Removing his own shoes, the brunette follows me, climbing
under the covers with me and once again wrapping his arms around me and pulling
me against his body.

I duck my head under his chin, my knees curling up as I try
to capture more warmth. I sniffle and hiccup once again as I burry myself as
far as I can into Harry�s warmth, as well as the thick blankets.

�Do you want me to take you to the hospital?� He asks me in
concern as he rubs his hands up and down my arm and back, trying to warm me.

I manage to shake my head and keep my eyes close. �N-no� I� ju-just give me a minute� I stutter as I snuggle as close
as I can get.

�Draco, you�re in shock� Harry tried to point out to me, obviously he wants me to be in proper hands, to make
sure I do recover.

I shake my head. I feel tired. My eyes are already closed,
and though I�m shivering violently and feel freezing no matter how warm Harry
is or the blankets, I feel myself falling in and out of sleep.

�Hmmph.�

To Be Continued�

Authors Notes:
Okay, as I said above, I�m not at all impressed with this chapter, but once again
there�s not much I can do about it. I know a little about going into shock,
I�ve been there once before when my school bus crashed, and when the I was in a
school bus (with the same drive from the crash) hit a school kid two years
later, so hopefully I�ve got it right, also I think you�re not allowed to fall
asleep if you�re in shock� but if that is so can we ignore that little rule for
now? It�d really help me if we all turned a blind eye to it.
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