Harry lay in bed that night, trying to fall asleep. But no matter how many times he traced the patterns on the roof with his eyes, it didn't happen.
Images flashed in his head. Cedrics death.
And that cold snakelike hiss filling his ears.
"Kill the spare."
Harry wrenched himself from his bed, soaked in sweat. He wanted someone to be there right now. Anyone.
Harry glanced at Ron before treading lightly over to his bed. He shook him once, twice, three times.
Ron groaned and...
Rolled back over.
Harry's thoughts landed on the blonde slytherin who he had listened to only hours before.
Draco would help him. Right?
The next thing he knew, Harry was staring at a door with a silver plague on it. He wasn't sure how he got into the slytherin common room, but he was there.
Neat cursive words embedded themselves into the plague reading:
Draco Malfoy
Prefect
Harry raised one hesitant hand to knock on the door, before rapping his knuckles against the oak.
A grumble was heard from inside the dorm.
"Jeez Pans. Can you let me sleep for a little bit? I need my beauty rest. Go bother Blaise."
Harry said nothing, only knocked once more.
The door freaked open.
"What do you want Pans- Potter?"
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FanfictionAfter enduring the torture of the Dursleys, Harry just can't take it anymore. He turns to self harm. From that day forward, he vows to never utter another word again. Until Draco Malfoy notices. warning! mature themes including: •Rape •Self harm •Su...
