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A boy on a broomstick zoomed down the halls of Hogwarts, his thoughts whirling. Draco’s not here. WhereisDracowhereisDracowhereisDraco?

The broom was pulled to a sudden stop at a large window, its view overlooking the grounds of Hogwarts. Wait…what was Firenze doing outside of the Forest—

The Forest!

Glass exploded outwards as the boy guided his broom out of the castle, pocketing his still smoking wand as he did so.

“Harry Potter!” Firenze’s voice carried upward through the pelting rain. “You must hurry—”

“Where’s Draco?”

“In the Forest! You must find him before he dies!”

“I know!” Harry screamed through the rain as he hurled forward towards the looming trees, hand falling back to his wand. “Point me!” his voice shrieked through the rain, raspy and hurried.

Following the direction given by the wand, boy and broom entered the Forest.

“Draco!”

Clouded eyes opened slightly. What?

“Draco!”

Why would someone call his name? Darkness surrounded him…so sleepy.

“Draco!”

Go away; darkness feels no pain. Draco didn’t want to feel pain anymore.

“Draco!”

Orbs of black laced with silver blinked. “Harry?” came the startled whisper.

“Draco!”

Harry landed ungracefully on the ground next to the fallen boy. One could hardly see Draco, cloaked as he was in an aura of ebony. It’ll suffocate him! Harry thought frantically as he dove into the clouded aura.