Title: Whisper

By: Yoko Black

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Suspense, Angst, Action

Warning: m/m relationship, after DH, excludes epilogue

Pairing: DM/HP, RW/HrG, Past HP/GW

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is own by JK Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Brothers. I just borrow the characters. I also don't own any of the songs that are the chapter's titles of this story.

Summery: Harry becomes a mental patient in his own home and its Draco Malfoy's job to set his mind free. What horrors lurk in Harry's past, and what is the secret Harry is keeping from Draco?

Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at multi-chaptered Harry Potter story, so don't blame me if it's bad. I have to say I was reading a lot of Stephan King when I wrote this. Don't ask me why.

This story will be mostly of Draco Malfoy, so Harry will have a small part in this story. It is a Draco/Harry romance, but it will be more suspense then anything else. This story will have scenes of graphic detail and should not be read by those who can't handle it, so if you want to leave now you may. It is mostly about Draco learning about Harry's dark past and learning to love every aspect of him. If you have a problem with that, you may leave now.

This story will also portray autistic behavior, as well as Multiple Personality Disorder. I wrote it during a bad time in my life and also had a few ideas I wanted to write about. I wanted a story where Harry had some mental problems and multi-personalities. So in the end I combined the two to make this. If you want to leave now you are welcome to with my blessings. If you wish to continue, please continue reading, again with my blessings.

(memory)

'thought'

Whisper

Chapter 1: Enter Sandman-Metallica

Some say a mind's like an open book. Other's say that a person's eyes are the windows to your soul. What if both are one in the same? What if the mind and soul were cemented by an invisible line unseen by anyone? What if that line was broken? What if something could happen between the mind and soul?

What is a soul? The spirit given to us at birth to keep us living and the thing that leaves us when we die? What if we didn't have spirit? What if we were just skin, muscles, bones, sinew, arteries, and organs? Would we be walking through life as we chose to or destined to?

What is destiny? Fate predetermined for us? Already telling us what we are to do before we decide? Or a word to explain all the things happening around us to be lost in memory?

What is a memory? An image of the past remembered for a reason? A person we grew up with but moved away from? An incident you witnessed or wished to forget but couldn't. Or an event you wished to remember till you breathed your life.

What if a memory wasn't meant to be forgotten? What if it was imprinted on your soul no matter how you wish to forget? What if it was meant to be remembered? Would you forget it again or conquer your fears.

Fear; a paraphernalia of surging adrenaline throughout the body toward danger either real or imagined. A reaction to the survival to your person. Some say fear can be conquered. I say fear can't be conquered. It can be faced. And when someone faces their fear, they can do anything.

Draco walked down the street looking for the address held in his hand on a slip of paper. He knew he could have Apparated to the address or Floo-ed in, but the client was very adamant that he walked there and he was even told to wear Muggle clothes. Muggle! He had no idea how Muggles dressed so he put on his leased fashionable shirt and trousers. He bought a Muggle trench coat and felt somewhat like a wizard. When he got to the address he realized why.

The whole neighborhood was Muggle. There were no listed wizards within five miles. Everywhere he looked a Muggle was smiling at him and greeted him like they knew him. He had to ask for directions twice which really humiliated him. He, a Malfoy, had to ask directions from a Muggle. Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

Of course he was used to humiliation. Right after the war his family had managed to avoid going to Azkaban; Draco because he hadn't killed anybody, Lucius because he was doing his right as a patriarch of the family, and Narcissa because Potter vouched for her. It surprised both Malfoy men. Harry Potter had vouched for Narcissa Malfoy! Claimed he had a life debt to her and was repaying it. When it was over Draco was surprise to see Narcissa give Potter a motherly kiss on the cheek before leaving. Draco just left.

But they didn't get away unscathed. The Ministry took ninety percent of their assets. They were allowed to keep their ancestral home, Malfoy Manor, and enough money to last a year. Luckily Lucius had a well paying job and they didn't go without. Then Lucius was arrested while Draco was in Medi-Witch and Wizard School for the Magical Medical Arts and Narcissa was on her yearly vacation in Italy. The charge was momentary lose of sanity and death of a pure-blood witch and torture of a wizard. The wizard didn't press charges on the torture, but the family did charge on the murder and Lucius got a life sentence. Now Draco had to support him and his mother through his position as a Mind Healer.

At first the Magical Community was against his profession and at first voiced their disagreement. Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt had questioned him under Veritaserum and helped Draco get his job. Now, six years later, he was the best Mind Healer at the St. Mungo's Psychiatric ward.

Which was probably why he got an announcement telling him to come to a Muggle neighborhood. He stood in front of a white house with neatly trimmed hedges around the porch. The only evidence that someone was home was a white Muggle car in the drive way. Walking up to the porch he knocked on the door.

"I get it," called a voice. The door swung open and two young girls around the same age stood in front of him. Both were four or five years of age. One had red hair and chocolate brown eyes and the other had jet black hair and stormy grey eyes.

"Hi," said Draco nervously. "Are both of your parents home?"

"Mummy," called the redhead. "A pretty man is at the door."

Draco stared at the girl in surprise.

"Coming, honey," called voice that was very familiar to him.

'It can't be,' he thought as a woman with bushy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes identical to the red-haired girl.

"Hello, Malfoy," she said. "Welcome to the Sanctuary. Thanks for coming. Don't mind Harriet. She doesn't know better yet."

"Granger," he greeted with a nod.

"Weasley now," she said and showed him her wedding band. "But you can call me "Granger" if it makes you feel better. And this is Evangeline."

"Somehow I doubt she's yours," said Draco crossing his arms.

"Correct. Come in. I'll explain everything."

Nodding Draco followed her inside. Both girls stared at him before Granger turned to them.

"I believe there was a television show you wanted to watch in Eva's room," she said.

"Yes, Mummy," said Harriet.

"Yes, Aunt 'Minie," said Evangeline. Draco watched both of them run up the stairs. Evangeline stopped at the top and looked down at him.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ma'voy," she said before she went to her room. Draco followed Granger into the living room and she motioned him to the couch as she sat on a chair near the fireplace. Between them was a coffee table.

"Winky," called Granger and a fully clothed house-elf appeared. Draco raised an eyebrow in surprise. Granger was very adamant about house-elf services. In fact she was leading a campaign for the better treatment of house elves and other magical creatures with sentient intelligence. To find a house-elf in her employ, and fully clothed, was obviously the house-elf's decision. "Tea, or coffee, Malfoy?"

"Tea, please," said Draco.

"Coffee for me, Winky," said Granger. Winky bowed and disappeared. "She's here of her own choice, if that's what you're worried about."

"Hardly," said Draco. Winky returned with their tea and coffee, plus finger sandwiches.

"Thank you, Winky," said Granger and she began serving the drinks.

The house elf disappeared as a voice called down, "Hermione, Harriet said Malfoy was here."

"In the living room, Ron."

Weasley walked in, amazingly different from the boy Draco knew in Hogwarts. Ron Weasley was more muscular and his hair was cut short, close to his scalp then letting it grow around his face as he was accustomed to at school. He looked at Draco for moment before joining Granger.

"I got him calmed down for now," said Weasley.

"Thanks, Ron. That was a bad one."

"Thank you for inviting me to your home, Weasley," said Draco courteously but with a sarcastic tone. Weasley heard it and growled in response. Granger elbowed him and he winced, looking at his wife. Granger gave her husband a look Draco couldn't read and Weasley sighed.

"Thank you for coming, Malfoy," said Weasley reluctantly.

"The pleasure is all mine," said Draco. He was enjoying himself quite thoroughly. Weasley didn't want him there, and Draco didn't either, but he was enjoying the sight of Weasley in a mood because Draco was there. It was a sight Draco wished to see for a long time.

"Now that I'm here, why am I here," asked Draco crossing is arms.

"First you have to swear not to reveal who your client and patient is," said Granger. "From no one, not even your mother or the Daily Prophet."

Draco nodded. "I, Draco Malfoy, swear on my career as a Mind Healer and on my name to not reveal anything about my client and my patient," said Draco. As he spoke a soft white light surrounded him and bound him by the oath. He felt tightness in his chest before it faded.

Granger took out a folder and handed it to Draco. He only had to read the name printed on the front to know why he was called.

"Well, Harry Potter finally admits he needs help," Draco said with a smirk holding the folder up in his hand. "How big of an argument between you three were there?"

"There was no argument, Malfoy," said Weasley. "And Harry is incapable of admitting anything."

"And why is that?"

Weasley opened his mouth to answer just as a blood curling scream sounded throughout the house, followed by a loud crash. Immediately Weasley and Granger were out of their seats and ran towards the stairs. Curious, Draco followed.

A door at the end of the hall was closed and locked, and behind it Draco could hear the screaming. Granger took out her wand, tapped it while muttering a word too low for Draco to hear and opened the door. Inside Draco saw something he didn't expect.

Inside the room was mostly bare. A double bed, a wardrobe, nightstand, and a desk were the only furniture in the room. On the night stand was a vase full of assorted flowers to try and brighten the room, and standing in the middle of the room, clutching his head and screaming his voice harsh, was Harry Potter. But, like Weasley, this Harry Potter different from the one he knew in Hogwarts.

Potter's once fierce green eyes were wide and far-off, filled with fear and was bloodshot. His glasses had disappeared from his face, probably to keep him from breaking them. He was gripping his short jet black hair, almost the same cut as Weasley's but with a little spike to it. His hands were gripping his hair so hard and tight enough to pull it out. He wore a plain blue shirt and blue jeans.

"Harry, calm down," yelled Granger over the man's screams. She tried to move toward him but Potter moved away, bumping into the nightstand and knocking off the vase, it crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces. "It's us. It's all right. Ron, did you give him the Draught?"

"I forgot," said Weasley sheepishly, also trying to help his friend.

Granger groaned. "Winky!" The house-elf appeared. "Get the Calming Draught in a syringe." The elf quickly disappeared without a bow and both Weasley went to their friend. "Harry, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you."

"Harry, it's us, Ron and Hermione. You're safe."

A black blur flew past Draco and he looked down to see Evangeline run past him.

"Daddy," yelled Evangeline and wrapped her small arms around Potter. "Daddy, Evie is here. Please don't cry, Daddy."

At the sound of his daughter's voice Potter stopped thrashing enough for Granger to take syringe full of bluish white potion and injected it into Potter's arm. The man was close to hyperventilation before the potion took affect and he slumped to the floor, Evangeline next to him. Weasley gently picked Potter off the floor and deposited him on the bed while Granger repaired the damage with her wand. The vase became whole again and the flowers flew back into it. The event was so well practiced that it lasted only a minute.

"Eva, you can stay with your father if you want, all right," said Weasley.

"Dank you, Uncle Ron," said Evangeline and she sat on Potter's bed as the man slept. The two Weasleys left the room and Draco followed. He noticed Harriet standing down the hall. She was shaking as she watched her parents walk out of the room.

"It's safe to see Uncle Harry now," said Granger and Harriet ran into the room.

"Follow us, Malfoy," said Weasley and lead the blonde pure-blood back down to the living room. They had no sooner sat down when Winky appeared again.

"Forgive Winky for her rudeness, Master and Mistress Weasley, but Orion wishes to come in," she said with a bow so low her long nosed touched the floor.

"Then let him in, Winky. Thank you," said Granger.

Draco raised an eyebrow in a silent question which was answer a moment later when a large black dog bounded into the room. Orion was a large black Irish setter with amber eyes. The black dog ran around the living room before stopping and placed his paws on Draco's lap, a wet tongue licking his face.

"He likes you," said Weasley with a smile.

"Lovely," said Draco, pushing the dog gently away. Orion fell to the floor and laid down. "So, you want to tell me what happened to Potter, or am I going to have to some guess work?"

"We believe it started a year after the Final Battle," said Granger. "Do you remember what happened?"

Draco nodded. There was a celebration at Hogwarts to the one year anniversary to the Defeat of the Dark Lord. The Malfoys had been invited specifically by Potter and as such was treated politely. Draco felt humiliated because he had to rely on a Gryffindor for social status, but did enjoy the party. Potter had gone up to give a speech at the end of it, including naming off the victims from both sides. Draco had noticed he said the speech with out a piece of paper, or a podium. He just stood on a cleared table and spoke. Toward the end of the speech a curse was shot at Potter and the boy went down. Chaos ensued and Draco was pushed to the ground as people either ran out of the way or toward Potter. Draco lost sight of the Gryffindors as he also ran away.

"We believe that curse is what's causing Harry's behavior," said Weasley. "It was gradual at first. He would black out every few months for a few minutes or so. Then every week, then days. The black outs lasted longer and then he would start screaming. It got worse after the fire. Then a year ago he completely blocked out the world. The only time we hear a sound from him is when he's either whimpering or screaming."

"But Potter has been sighted for the last year at charity events, or around Diagon Alley," said Draco. "If he's crazy, how can he be walking around?"

Weasley smirked. "I make a very good Harry Potter, don't I? Being his best friend and all."

"How…Polyjiuce Potion." The Weasleys nodded. "Why do you need me then? Why can't you help him, Granger?"

"Because I'm not a Medi-Witch or a Mind Healer," said Granger. "I did all that I could with what I know. And you are the best in the field. I thought it would give you a challenge."

Draco snorted. Flattery. She must be desperate. "My services aren't cheap," he said. "My pay can be quite expensive."

"We can pay," said Weasley. "We can pay whatever price you want, just help our friend."

Now they were begging. Now how can he say no to two Gryffindors, especially two Weasleys, begging for his help?

Picking up the folder he smiled at them. "I'll take it," he said.

To Be Continued