He wasn't going to leave Draco to his fate though. What was a little pain? Well, a lot of pain. Not to mention weakness and a whirling disorientation unlike anything he'd ever felt... still, Harry pushed up off the couch and clutched his father for support, both his hands on Snape's forearms. "We won't be able to see Draco, he's got my cloak!"
"Your cloak," the Potions Master quietly snarled. "Is that why he hit you, in the eye, no less, because you were trying to keep him from leaving with your father's precious cloak?"
"He hit me because I wouldn't let him leave, full stop!"
Snape shook his head, his eyes still black with fury as they passed over Harry's injury.
"And you're my father," Harry added, wishing it hadn't come out like such an afterthought. Well, his thoughts were jumbled, to say the least, otherwise he would have realized sooner that cloak or no, they did have a way to find Draco. "I've got a map that shows people under invisibility cloaks! We can take it with us to see where Draco's got to--"
"We will be going nowhere--" Snape began to stress, but Harry wasn't waiting for his answer. Stumbling, he made it to his room, dropped to the stone floor, and fished in his trunk for the folded sheaf of parchment, dropping the ice-pack carelessly to one side. Another wave of dizziness assailed him, but that was all right since he was already sitting down, this time. Snape followed him in, the sudden silence from his quarter ominous.
Touching the map with his finger instead of a wand, Harry looked up at his father's Head-of-Slytherin crest, and groaned out the Parseltongue sentence that came closest to the English one he needed. Good thing he'd practiced the charm in advance, but he'd thought, what with going back to the Tower and all, that it might come in handy. Usually his Parseltongue version of that map charm made him chuckle a little, but there was no humour in him now.
None at all.
The Marauders' Map began to fill with familiar writing, an introduction scrolling across parchment. Flipping past that, Harry quickly scanned the rooms, searching for a tiny lot labelled Draco Malfoy.
He saw himself in the dungeons, his father close alongside, but the corridors criss-crossing the dungeons showed no trace of his brother. With a sinking feeling, Harry traced his finger across the parchment, seeking out the Great Hall, and from there, the route he knew to--
"Oh, my God!" Harry thrust the map out, his finger jabbing at it. "He's in the Owlery already!"
Snape knelt down beside him and leaned over, his hawk nose casting a shadow on the parchment as he took it with both hands to study the two dots there. Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy. Pansy's dot was hovering just beside the thin inked line representing an outside wall of Hogwarts; Draco's dot was alongside, so close their names overlapped, so close it seemed to Harry that they must be kissing.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe his dream had been just a dream. He loved Draco, he knew that now, but it had taken awful, awful worries to make him realise as much. Maybe his subconscious had just been trying to tell him how much he'd come to value his brother. Because there was nothing to worry about now, was there? Pansy and Draco were completely alone; nobody else was anywhere near them; there wasn't even anybody on the long staircase that led to the Owlery.
And if anything was certain, it was that Pansy Parkinson wasn't about to get the best of Draco Malfoy. Not physically --she was a tiny thing-- and not magically, as Draco had proven months and months ago in Potions class when he'd hexed her so badly that she'd ended up in St. Mungo's. No, Draco was the dangerous one, the one with an impulse control problem, the one who'd been kept out of class for ages because he couldn't be trusted, when challenged, not to do his fellow Slytherins serious harm.
He and Pansy had made up though. They must have; they were kissing; their dots were right up against one another now, not a speck of blank parchment between them. Or maybe they weren't actually kissing... their dots were touching, but hadn't overlapped; maybe they were just standing before the great open windows that faced the west, Draco behind Pansy, watching the sun begin to set.
Snape made a noise that could be interpreted as disgust, then drew his legs in toward his body as he sat cross-legged on the floor, his dark gaze rapidly assessing the entirety of Hogwarts. "Well. Draco should know better than to trust Miss Parkinson, but at least it appears as though no ambush is contemplated. None of my Slytherins have placed themselves in strategic locations and there are no strangers present in the castle or--" Another quick sweep of eyes over parchment. "Or on the grounds."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, but with my dream? Let's go get him anyway."
Snape glowered. "I will 'get' him. You will leave Draco and his Gryffindor recklessness to me." Gesturing toward the ice pack Harry had yet to use, he added, "Use that while I am gone. The magic binding your vision is not designed to withstand such mistreatment, and I would prefer your eye not revert to it's condition after Samhain!"
Uh-oh. This was bad. Really bad. Harry picked up the ice pack and lightly rested it against his eye, wincing, and not just at the jolt of pain that resulted. He was thinking of his brother as he watched the map with his good eye. Draco was really in trouble...
In the next moment, though, Draco got into worse trouble still. Much worse. It was all there on the map, something beginning to happen, something so horrible that it curled Harry's toes.
Draco's dot shoved Pansy's, shoved her right through the inked line that represented the western wall of the Owlery.
Pansy's dot ended up on the outside the lines denoting the castle wall. Outside, hundreds of feet up in the air.
Beside Harry, Snape sucked in a breath through his teeth, his hands shaking slightly as they held the map.
Draco's dot remained pressed right up against the windows. Maybe he was reaching out, trying to help Pansy, trying to drag her back in? Maybe she hadn't been pushed after all... maybe that kiss had grown so intense that she had lost her balance and fallen? And maybe the wards were keeping her out there, hovering--
Hovering? Harry's eye went wide as he stared at that fateful speck of ink. Because she wasn't hovering, that much was clear. There were horrid little marks all around her dot now, as though it was rushing at great speed. The Marauders' Map wasn't designed to show pure vertical motion, but the charms laid on the parchment were so powerful that it was trying its best, marking Pansy's dot with tiny wavering specks.
Pansy was moving, even if her dot wasn't. She was falling. Plummeting.
Plummeting straight down to earth, plummeting to her death...
Harry's mouth dropped open, his gaze seeking out his father's rigid features. "He.... he.... no, this can't be happening! My dream, it was Draco who was going to be thrown--"
Snape didn't reply though his eyes, narrowed as he watched the map, glittered like polished coal.
One more glance down at the parchment and it was all over. As Pansy hit the grassy earth outside the castle, her dot grotesquely swelled on impact. Thinking of what her body must look like, Harry shuddered.
Her name faded away, and then her dot, as Harry thought with dawning horror, the map shows the living, not the dead. Pansy's dead now. Draco had.... Oh God, what had Draco done? And what was he doing now, standing there alone in the Owlery, his dot up against the windows as though he'd leaned out to watch Pansy's long fall?