Draco ducks, wincing as he nearly slams his head against the table by the bed. The magic around them is wild, he can feel it down to the marrow of his bones. It's chaotic and immense, and he is suddenly thankful for the kind of wards Potter knew in avoiding Voldemort.
Which is when he realizes what he has to do.
For the same reasons, he's been getting better and better at legilimency, strengthening it in helping Harry with his occulemency. His mother had ensured he was strong in both, to save his life. He hasn't let others know how strong he is in it, but Harry and Hermione know.
And so he uses that to go into Harry's mind.
"Potter!" He hollers for him as he enters his mindscape, something that is as dangerous and chaotic as the bedroom. Drawing his magic up, he centers himself near Potter and then casts out a bubble through which nothing can get through. No laughter. No voices. Nothing but the two of them.
no subject
Which is when he realizes what he has to do.
For the same reasons, he's been getting better and better at legilimency, strengthening it in helping Harry with his occulemency. His mother had ensured he was strong in both, to save his life. He hasn't let others know how strong he is in it, but Harry and Hermione know.
And so he uses that to go into Harry's mind.
"Potter!" He hollers for him as he enters his mindscape, something that is as dangerous and chaotic as the bedroom. Drawing his magic up, he centers himself near Potter and then casts out a bubble through which nothing can get through. No laughter. No voices. Nothing but the two of them.