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Harry POV
He knew it was his fault they were fighting, but that didn’t mean he was gonna stop.
The fight had started of with wands, flinging random hexes at each other. Nothing too bad, they both knew Malfoy was on probation and could be send to Azkaban the moment he did something wrong.
Harry didn't want that to happen. Fighting with him was kind of therapeutic, he could act as if everything was still like it was in 3th year.
At some point Malfoy had snatched his wand away and Harry decided to do the same to him, sticking it in his back pocket. The fight quickly became a fist fight instead of a magical one.
He was just about to block a punch when a white light engulfed them. They both stopped to see what was going on when it sucked them in.
Time seemed to stop for a second and then everything went black.
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When he came back to conscience he was pretty sure he wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore. When Harry after a few seconds sat up, his assumptions were confirmed.
Now the question was: if he wasn’t in Hogwarts, where was he?
The room in which he was laying was totally empty save for a glass box, the only light in the room coming from within it.
Harry felt something weird coming from the object making the light, not quite like magic but similar. He couldn’t see the object from where he was sitting, but it definitely didn't feel good. Even if magic wasn't inherently dark or light, he didn't trust this thing.
He decided it was better to ignore it, at least for now, because he didn't think anything good could come out of using something that felt this dark.
Nothing else was special about the room, it was rather small and the walls were, from what he could see, grey.
Then he noticed Malfoy. He was still lying on the floor, totally still. Harry really hoped he wasn’t dead. Even though they were always fighting, it would be really inconvenient if he died right now.
After what felt like a while his brain helpfully suggested that it would be more productive to check if he was still breathing instead of trying to just will him alive by looking at him.
He crawled closer and put his ear at Malfoy’s mouth to see if he was still breathing.
Looking back at it later he really didn't know why he'd done it that way. He knew it had made sense at the time, but it wasn't a particularly productive way of seeing if someone was still alive. The only reason he could think of was that he'd gone momentarily crazy.