It Didn't Occur To Me

This chapter is written in Harry's Point of View. Every other chapter will be Harry's, and I will keep you informed on who's POV it is. If I switch in the middle of the chapter (which will hopefully rarely happen), I'll tell you in bold print.

Harry is very OOC in his thoughts, but when he speaks, I think he's very in character. Nobody knows what Harry's thinking, so technically, he can't be OOC. Can he?

I'm not sure about Draco, though. JKR doesn't spend enough time on him to know. So, I think Draco is hardly OOC in this.

December 16, 1997

"Professor Snape, follow me to the Hospital Wing. Professors and prefects, bring your students back to your Houses," Dumbledore said, but looked directly at me. He had straightened up now, and Pansy Parkinson was helping Blaise out of the Great Hall, crying herself.

"What about going home?" Seamus muttered to Dean, who shrugged slightly. "We're still going home, aren't we?"

I felt a little angry, but the initial shock was what kept me from yelling at Seamus. Instead, Ron answered, saying, "Of course we're still going home, Seamus. We didn't do anything wrong."

Ron was right, but it was the way that he said it that made Hermione slap his arm.

"That wasn't nice, Ron! Malfoy is probably going to die!"

"That's not what Zabini said!" Dean argued her, and before hell broke loose, I pulled Hermione and Ron away from the table. My heart was in my throat, and my stomach was at the floor. I hoped my face didn't show the way I felt.

"Come on," I said quietly, and pulled them toward the Entrance Hall, where the Head Boy and Girl were beckoning everyone to go back and finish packing.

Quietly, the three of us scooted out of eyesight, and into the corridor before the mass of people came. We didn't say a word-just walked. We knew where we were going, but that was a story for another time.

Up the staircases, toward the Gryffindor House. We passed the Fat Lady, and continued down the long corridor until we got to a large picture frame of dogs playing poker. It was an unusual picture, even for Hogwarts, but it had a history, so we never questioned it.

Our password had to be something nobody would ever guess, even if their life depended on it. We had relied on Fred and George to give us a good one, but in the end, we stuck with 'Spearmint Rhino'.

Before we even closed the portrait hole, Hermione had burst into tears. She burried her face into my robes, since I was the closest (Ron was still closing the door), and she clung to the front of my clothes with her balled up fists. I didn't know she'd get so upset.

"It's not fair!" She wailed, tightening her hold on the material of the school uniform.

"What's not fair, 'Mione?" I asked quietly, patting her back awkwardly. Ron stared at her a minute before limping (he'd injured himself in a Quidditch Game we put on with other Gryffindor's) over to a table and grabbing a box of tissues.

"Draco Malfoy! It's horrible. Why would anybody do that to themselves?" I could feel her makeup rubbing off onto my clothes. Great.

"I don't know," I gratefully took the tissues that were offered to me, and wiped Hermione's cheeks gently. "Sometimes, people don't have answers for those questions."

"Yeah," Ron piped up, sitting down on the couch beside the fireplace. The design for this room, I noticed when Dumbledore had first showed me, was much like the Gryffindor Common Room, except it was only a Common Room. "They croak before we can find out why they did it."

"Ron," I moaned as Hermione started to cry again. Ron shrugged. "That isn't helping, and you know it! 'Mione, come on, I'm sure it isn't that bad. I mean, it's Malfoy we're talking about. Maybe it's just a prank."

"It isn't a prank. Zabini wouldn't have cried, Harry, and you know it!" Hermione pushed back from me and wiped her face. "I'm getting out of here."

We watched her stomp out of the room, slamming the picture shut behind her. Ron shrugged helplessly, and I put my head in my hands, rubbing my head. She was right-it wasn't a prank.

"Ron," I turned my attention back to my red-haired friend. He was massaging his sore knee, and his jaw was set. "You shouldn't have said that."

"Harry, I-"

"No," I shook my head and stuck my hands in my pockets. "Ron, no. You know what happened last year."

Ron was silent, remembering what had happened the year before. Malfoy had "liked" Hermione. We (as in Ron and myself) decided against telling Hermione that we thought it was BS. They were partnered up for a History of Magic project, and since we aren't in Hermione's class, we didn't see how it all 'went down'. Apparently, through what Hermione said (and girls like to make somethings up), he began talking to her about 'girl things'. It made Malfoy sound really gay.

They had gone to Hogsmeade together, and ditched us. Don't get me wrong-I'm so glad I didn't have to spend the entire day, watching Malfoy make "lovey" faces at Hermione. I think he did it to make someone jealous.

Whatever.

It didn't last long. A month, maybe. Okay, it was longer than Ron and I had hoped it'd be. But the breakup wasn't bad. Hermione knew Ron and I hated him, and Malfoy knew it too. So they parted ways, and went back to the way it used to be. The insults about mudbloods were back, as well as all the other Draco Malfoy goodness.

We missed it.

"Harry?" Ron asked, struggling to stand up from the couch. "Can we just get out of here? This place is depressing me. Everytime something bad happens we come in here."

I looked up from my feet, and nodded. "Okay. I'll help you finish pack."

"Did you hear about the Canons?"

Ron's question made me forget about Malfoy for the time, and our moods lifted as we talked about Quidditch.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and watched the last of the Slytherin girls (coughPansycough) leave Hogwarts before the Entrance doors slammed shut, blocking more rain from entering the school. I think Snape did something to make the weather fit the school's mood. You know, Snape is like that. Moody, anyway. Dark, scary, and moody. He probably likes to play in the rain and mud puddles at home. Maybe that's where he was going to do when he got back from taking the Slytherin's to the train station. I'd like to see that.

All of the Slytherin's had changed their minds, and tried staying back at school, to be with Malfoy. I'd do the same, if he were in my House. Snape, though, forced them to go on, saying that Malfoy wouldn't be out of the Hospital Wing until after Christmas Vacation. Maybe later.

The real reasons Snape didn't want the Slytherin's to stay behind were these:

One-The only Slytherin staying behind was Malfoy. Even Crabbe and Goyle weren't allowed to stay back. I wondered if I had been in Malfoy's position, would Hermione and Ron be forced to go home?

Two-Snape wanted to play in the rain without any witnesses.

"Good afternoon, Harry."

I looked up, and saw that I was still standing in the wet Entrance Hall. Professor Lupin tilted his head and grinned at me, but it was forced. Maybe he was trying to sneak out and play in the puddles as well? Make a date with Snape?

Nah.

"'Lo, professor," I said, and fell into step with him as we made our way toward Gryffindor House. "How are you?"

"Tired," Lupin sighed, and if I looked hard enough, I could see the bags under his eyes. He looked healthy, though, and that was always a good sign. "Why aren't you with your friends?"

"I wanted them with their own families. I can see them anytime. Besides," We rounded a corner. "I've got a lot of homework to catch up on."

"Well, I'm glad you're here. I've been wanting to speak to you about Sirius and graduation."

I moaned. "Hermione's been bothering me about graduation for months. It isn't even until next year!"

"Harry," Lupin put his hands to his temples and massaged them slowly. His gray speckled hair fell into his eyes as he looked back up at me. It bothered me when he did that (which was a lot). Maybe he felt sexy like that. "Hermione is right to be bothering you about it. You really need to focus on it."

"I really need to focus on school work as well. And Quidditch-can't forget that."

Something was bothering Professor Lupin. I could tell. Whenever the Full Moon came up, he had this look. But it was only a week ago, so I knew that wasn't it. Maybe he had been looking for me, because maybe something happened.

Maybe Malfoy hadn't made it.

Fear suddenly washed over me in a huge, cold blanket. My hands clenched inside my pockets. "Professor? Is everything okay?"

He knew he couldn't lie to me. It was a promise we made to each other at the beginning of my fifth year. We'd never lie to each other, and if we did, it had to be for good reason. We hadn't lied to each other yet.

"Er, no, Harry," Lupin stopped beside his office door. How had we gotten here so quickly? "Look, step into my office. We need to discuss something."

Oh God, here it came. 'Harry, I'm gay'. Or maybe it was 'Harry, look, I know you were hoping you could move in with Sirius soon, and you still can, but we're getting married. I know it'd be hard for you..'.

No, it wouldn't be that. For one thing, Lupin wasn't gay. A gay lyncanthrope? I grinned at that. And for another thing-I've seen him flirt with girls. It's..not pretty.

"Sit down, please, Harry," He instructed, pointing to an empty chair. I sat.

He pulled a chair up and sat down across the table from me, his jaw set. Maybe he was going to tell me something too personal to want to know..

"Lucius Malfoy and his wife are here. We didn't want any students around to hear anything that might be said. I was looking for you," He paused, and touched his fingertips together in thought. "Draco-he'll make it through the day. Or at least, that's what has been told. His condition is too critical still to move him to a real hospital, which is why Lucius is here. He's raising all sorts of hell in Dumbledore's office."

I thought about what Lupin said a moment. Of course Lucius and his wife would show up. I had seen them earlier. Narcissa had been sobbing, while Lucius strode ahead of her, his head held high. It made Ron and I sick.

"Harry? What are you thinking?"

Lupin peered curiously at me. I must've been silent a while. I blushed slightly, and began to speak.

"I don't know. I guess I'm wondering why Malfoy did it."

"Dumbledore thinks something happened to him over the summer," Lupin sat back and eyed me. "Lucius is denying it, of course. Any parent would, when they're in a situation like this."

It struck me as funny. Lucius Malfoy, in denial? Of course not.

My amusement must've shown because Lupin stood up. "It's not funny, Harry! Dammit."

"No! I wasn't laughing at that!" I insisted, standing up as well.

Okay, so I was laughing at that. Sue me.

"Harry," Lupin stared hard at me. "Dumbledore might lose his job over this. Lucius is saying he should've payed more attention. While, yes, we noticed Draco's behavoir had changed, and yes, we asked him in private if he was okay, Dumbledore didn't have to pay attention to him. He can't pay attention to every single student."

"Yeah," I agreed, not knowing what else to say.

"Lucius will find a way to get Dumbledore fired for this. I want you to stay out of the Hospital Wing, if at all possible. I know you have a tendency to fall and break a leg, but please try and be careful. And don't go into the Wing to see Draco, okay?"

Dammit. Hermione made me swear I'd check up on him tonight. Dammit dammit dammit.

"Yes, professor," I said, and decided to change the subject quickly. "What did you want to say to me? About Sirius?"

"Not now," Lupin shook his head. "After supper."

"Oh, okay," I shrugged. What else would I do after dinner? Probably nothing. "Well, I should go start my work."

Lupin nodded, and didn't say anything else. He was probably really upset about Malfoy. Or maybe he was thinking about mud puddles and Snape. God, Malfoy's almost dead in the Hospital Wing and for some reason I'm thinking about my teachers being gay. What the hell is wrong with me?

I turned to leave, when Lupin's voice stopped me. "Harry, if you ever feel like..like Draco did, or does, you know you've got your family and friends here to help you, right?"

Suddenly, I felt very alone in the room with Lupin. All thoughts of Snape jumping in puddles with Lupin left me head. I turned to face my professor, who was shuffling papers on his desk. "I know, professor."

"Have you ever felt suicidal?"

I didn't like this conversation. Especially with good ol' Moony.

"No," I shook my head. I meant it, too. "Well, I mean, we all have, I think, but it passed. I'm okay, really."

Professor Lupin's face eased and he produced a small smile. "Good. I'll meet you back in here right after supper to speak with you about Sirius, okay?"

"Yes, sir," I answered, and started to leave again. And, just like a few moments ago, Lupin stopped me.

"Don't see Draco, Harry. You don't want to see what happened with him. I-" He choked, but I refused to turn around. I didn't want to see him cry. He cleared his throat quickly. "I don't want you in trouble, either, if Lucius catches you."

I nodded and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind me. I leaned against the wall a second, and breathed deeply. Then, I made a decision.

I'm going to go see Malfoy.

Snape wasn't at supper. Dumbledore was absent as well. I suppose they were still speaking with Lucius Malfoy, but I honestly didn't want to see. I had heard McGonagall speaking with Professor Flitwick earlier, and caught the end of her sentence.

"..cleaning out the sixth year dormitory tonight."

Had Malfoy really screwed up this time? I wanted to know, and dammit, I was going to find out. Besides, Hermione wanted to know if he was okay.

Hagrid was at supper, but silent and white. Maybe he felt guilty for ever having hard feelings toward Malfoy. I sure kind of was. I couldn't explain it. Maybe Malfoy didn't want people to feel guilty about it.

Then again, maybe he did.

"Pass the milk, please, Harry?" A small second year Ravenclaw asked meekly. He was sitting on my right. He had hardly spoken to me tonight, except to tell me he was the only one other than me at the school.

"Oh," I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and reached over to grab the pitcher of milk. I handed it to the Ravenclaw.

"Thanks," He took it hastily. I bet he thought the pitcher would dirty my hands.

Pfft.

"Welcome," I answered and went back to picking at my food. I wasn't hungry. I wanted to get the meeting about Sirius over with so that I could sneak in to see Malfoy.

"So then I said, nuh uh, no way girlfriend!"

I thought it was Snape, and I almost burst out laughing. I looked up, and my jaw dropped.

"Sirius? What are you doing here?!" I jumped up, my heart pounding. The chair hit the ground with a crash, and everyone who hadn't been looking up at us, was now.

"Didn't Remus tell you?" He asked, and he enveloped me in a one-armed hug. I shook my head, too stunned to speak. I was happy, but agitated too. If Sirius was here, I couldn't sneak out. "Well, you and I are having a meeting with Dumbledore tonight. Er, we were supposed to, anyway, but considering what's happened, I'm not sure if it's going to work."

My mind began to drift after that. Sirius said something or other, but I was suddenly thinking of a song that Seamus was singing earlier. And, when I had finally snapped back into reality, Sirius was standing at the doors, waiting for me.

I righted my chair, blushing slightly, and briskly walked to Sirius, who had his arms folded across his chest. He didn't say anything to me, just smiled, and we started walking to Lupin's office.

I always hated Hogwarts at night. I was always afraid something would attack me when I wasn't looking. Ghosts didn't scare me, because they couldn't hurt me. But other things can. I saw a vampire once. It didn't look dead, and when he smiled at me, I couldn't see it's fangs.

Bleh. I'd been wrong. Thankfully, Snape had been there. Thankfully? No, I wouldn't go that far. But, okay, I hate this topic, moving on.

I stepped over a pool of blood. Er, why was that there? Oh, well, no time to think about that. I had somewhere to go.

Past the Fat Lady, and to the Poker Dog picture, where I said the password ("Peppermint Jacks"). Why was that the password? Oh well, the portrait hole opened, and I stepped into the bright white room.

In the middle of the room was a single item. Nothing else was in here. I stepped forward to examine it, when it jumped out at me.

"Look what you've reduced me to!"

"NO!" I screamed, backing away. A skull hopped up to me fro where it'd been lying still. Despite the fact it had no legs, it gracefully came up to me. It freaked me out. "GET AWAY!"

"Would you like to see, Potter?" The skull drawled, and a pink tongue darted out of it's jaw. My eyes widened.

"No!"

"Aw, come on, Potty. You know you want to."

The skull began to grow. It grew taller, sprouting a body, and then skin. The eyes grew back into the skull, and the gray colour returned to them. Silky blond hair fell into his eyes, and grew to his chin.

I stepped back.

"What do you want?" I asked, choking a sob back. Why was I crying? I didn't know. "I didn't do anything!"

"Like hell you didn't," The now-grown Draco Malfoy stepped forward. He looked like I last remembered seeing him-healthy. No sign of depression, or anger, or much of anything. Draco Malfoy as I had always seen him-a prick. "You killed me, Potter, and now I'm going to kill you."

"NO!"

"But yes," Draco drawled, nodding. He waved his left hand in the air, and the white room darkened to black. I looked around, suddenly afraid of dream-Draco. Er, was it a dream? I hoped to Merlin it was. "Look!"

And then, blood began to ooze down the walls. I opened my mouth in shock, too scared to scream. I backed away from Draco, who had begun to bleed from his eyes, nose and mouth. Draco's flesh began to turn a sickly green color, and I covered my nose. It began to stink in the room, of rotting flesh of course. My luck.

He stumbled forward, the blood drying on his face, but not on the walls. It was pooling on the ground, a few inches now, and staining my shoes. I didn't care. I had to get away from Malfoy.

Something shoved me from behind, and I threw my hands out, letting out a surprised cry. Before I caught myself on the blood soaked ground, Malfoy caught my neck with his hand, and squeezed it, hard.

"Fuck you, Potter," He said, and spat in my face. I couldn't breathe, and I was struggling to get away. Malfoy just easily lifted me in the air with his one hand, high above his head. His grip was too tight, and I could feel my neck starting to crack as he gripped harder.

He threw me as hard as he could, and I want flying..flying..

"NO!" I screamed, sitting upright in bed. I panted, and gripped my blanket, looking around the dark room. "LUMOS!"

The lights in my dormitory came on. I was glad to see nobody was in there, and no blood was oozing down the walls. My breath came back to me after a minute, and I looked at the clock. It read 12:04. I had only been asleep an hour. Sirius had kept me with him all night while we discussed..what?

Technically, I couldn't live with Sirius, because Fudge had to let him off the hook. He didn't trust me with Sirius alone, so I couldn't live in there. So, the next best thing to having me near Sirius, was to move down the street from him after graduation. There was already a house on sale and he was going to buy it for me for a graduation present. Cool, huh? Whatever. We also talked about Malfoy briefly-like, a minute-but Lupin didn't want to hear it. Then, Sirius and I went into the Poker Dog's room and he helped me study up on animagi.

Yep, he wants me to illegally become an animagus. Damn, I've got good family.

I think that Dumbledore knows about it, though, because in the front cover of the book I got about animagi, it said "Property of Albus Dumbledore". Go figure.

I wiped sweat from my face and stood up from my bed. I needed fresh air. It was so stuffy in the dorm room, and I was the only one in here. Bloody hell.

"Hermione," I said, then frowned. I forgot I had to write her about Malfoy. And since my nightmare, I wanted to see for myself that he was okay.

I almost laughed. Malfoy had tried to kill himself. Yep, he was okay.

Without really knowing what I was doing, I dug around in my trunk and pulled out my Invisibility Cloak. I slid on some shoes and a clean robe, then grabbed my map and descended the stairs to the common room.

In the corridor, I put the Invisibility Cloak on and looked at the map. Shit. Lucius Malfoy was in the Hospital Wing with Dumbledore and someone I didn't recognize. Draco was in a seperate room, and another person I didn't recognize was in there with him. Sirius and Lupin were in Lupin's office, so I didn't worry about them. Snape was speaking with Poppy. Damn. It's after midnight-what the hell is everyone doing awake?

"Hmm," I said, and began walking to the Hospital Wing. My curiousity was getting the better of me. I had to see Malfoy, and then I'd sleep. Later.

During my trip to the Wing, I narrowly missed Mrs. Norris and Filch, making their way to the Trophy Room. Fucking hell-it was like a party after midnight at this school. Other than that, the only other thing that bothered me was that Narcissa Malfoy had moved into her son's room, and had been there for a minute or so already. I was anxiously hoping she'd leave quickly.

I stepped into the quiet hush of the Hospital Wing, and involuntarily shuddered. I must look ridiculous. Harry Potter, sneaking into the Hospital Wing at almost 12:30 to see Draco Malfoy, the hated Slytherin. Oh, well, there's a first time for everything.

"I assure you, Albus, my son will return after he's recouperated," Lucius' voice wafted through the hallway. I stopped, and looked at my map. Narcissa was still in the room with Draco, so I had to wait until she opened the door so I could sneak through.

"When will that be, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked, almost lazily. I could picture the elderly Headmaster smiling at him dangerously. I walked quietly so I could hear them better.

"As soon as school starts up again."

"Ha!" An unfamiliar voice said sarcastically. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm not sure you understand how serious this is. It's evident that he has been doing this for a while now. If he's been doing this without the knowledge of anyone, he's quite ill."

"Are you telling me I'm a bad father?" Lucius asked, acid dripping from his voice. I tensed, biting my bottom lip. Lucius Malfoy was pissed.

"Of course not, Lucius," Dumbledore sighed, and it made me shudder. I hated this discussion already. "We are saying that he needs to be noticed more. His act won't work anymore, because the whole school knows about it."

"Then make them forget!" Lucius hissed, and goose-bumps went up my arms. I forgot that everyone else in the school knew about the suicide attempt. "My son will be back here soon, when he has healed. You have my word."

"These students cannot forget something so devastating," The unfamiliar man said. Silence followed the comment, but it didn't last long. I imagined Lucius glaring at the two men in the room, which he was probably doing.

I pocketed my map and took a step back from the wall.

There was a rustle of movement, and heavy footsteps to the hallway I was in. Lucius stormed past me without a glance in my direction, and to a closed door. He threw it open.

"Come, wife," Lucius snarled, allowing the door to hit the wall with a loud 'bang'. "Draco will be home in the morning."

I watched with baited breath while Narcissa stood from a chair she'd been sitting in. She leaned over and kissed her son gently on his forehead. Draco's eyes were open, and his eyelids fluttered when her lips touched his pale skin. She whispered something to him, and he nodded slightly before turning his head away from the doorway, staring out the window beside his bed. I suddenly felt guilty. I shouldn't be here, watching Malfoy at his lowest. It wasn't right. He wouldn't be here, if the roles were switched.

"I'll be by in the morning to collect my son, Albus," Lucius said, walking away from the door. Narcissa followed her husband, and I rushed into the room, completely hidden from view under my cloak.

Narcissa quietly shut the door behind her, enveloping the room in darkness. That was good, then, because I didn't want to see Malfoy. Just wanted to check if he was okay. I'm a good guy, aren't I?

Ri-ight

I walked over beside Malfoy's bed. He was still awake, staring out the window. His eyes were glazed over, kind of, and he looked dead. Honestly. His skin was sickly white, and his eyes were bloodshot, probably from crying. I didn't blame him. That's all I could see, though, since his body was wrapped up in the blanket. Good thing he didn't think anyone was in here.

God, I just realized something. I had to pee really badly, and I couldn't get out of this room until someone opened the door. Dammit.

"Hold on," Lucius said from the hallway, and swung the door open again. "I have to say goodbye to my son."

The door slammed shut behind him. Draco's eyes closed and he winced, making me wonder. I watched as Lucius took a bottle of potion from the cabinet and pour it into a goblet. He reached into his pocket and quickly poured something into the drink, then recapped the bottle and stuck it back in his robe. I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brow, wondering what was up. Draco didn't seem to care, since his eyes were still closed and his back was turned to his father.

Lucius swished the goblet around a bit before turning around and striding over to the bedside.

"Drink it, son," Lucius said, spitting the words out at Draco, who lied still on the bed. "I will see you soon, boy, and we will discuss punishment."

Lucius stalked out of the room and allowed the door to slam shut behind him again. Draco's eyes opened, and a single tear fell from his eye. My chest tightened slightly at seeing Malfoy cry. He took a shuddering breath, and closed his eyes again, this time, falling into a fitfull sleep.

I don't know how long I watched him. I had taken a seat at the far end of the room, just sitting there. Madam Pomfrey, and two other people would walk in and out of the room. Through the hushed conversations, I learned that the two unknown people were from St. Mungos. Made sense. Malfoy, being too weak to be moved (or so they said), couldn't go to St. Mungos. So, Lucius (or probably Narcissa) brought St. Mungos to Draco.

It was almost three A.M. when I started to drift off to sleep. I could've left the Wing hours ago-but I couldn't. I don't know why. I suddenly felt obligated to sit here after seeing the way Lucius had treated his son. My God, six hours ago, I was thinking about my teachers being gay, and now I'm sitting here, watching my enemy sleep, fearing his father would hurt him if I didn't.

"FUCK!"

I'd been dozing. I bolted upright in my chair (I'd been slouching), and saw Malfoy sitting up in bed, cradling his left arm in his hand. He was wearing a tank top, and white bandages covered both of his arms from the wrists, almost to the shoulders. I couldn't see well in the dark-go figure-so I carefully stood up, and tip toed closer to Malfoy.

He reached over to the bedside table, and turned on a lamp. Soft, yellow light filled the room, and I saw it.

The bandages that were supposed to be white, where a dark red. It was his blood. I felt like gagging, but I swallowed it back. Blowing chunks all over the floor in front of Malfoy while I was supposed to be in my room wasn't good.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Malfoy cursed under his breath, cradling his left arm still. He bit his bottom lip in pain, then reached to the goblet on the table.

He was going to drink something his father had made him.

I was close enough to take two steps and hit the goblet out of Malfoy's hand. Malfoy jumped, surprised, as the goblet hit the floor and spilled it's contents onto the ground.

"WHO'S THERE!?" He yelled, backing up away from me. "WHO THE HELL IS THERE?!"

I backed away from the bed as quickly and silently as I could. I couldn't breathe. He knew I was in here. And he had almost swallowed that drink.

Madam Pomfrey ran into the room, tying her robe quickly. I took my chances and bolted for the door, and ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower, never once looking back.