"Last time - last time when we did our History of Magic OWL, do you remember me having, like a fit in the middle of it?" Harry could barely get his words out, his mind racing as it formed a plan faster than he could consciously think of it, as if someone were planting the ideas fully formed in his mind; Draco nodded hesitantly, "That happened because Voldemort had used the connection between us to plant the image of Sirius being tortured in the Department of Mysteries in my mind. He planted that image, to try and lure me out of the castle, knowing that I would do anything I could to go to Sirius’s aid, because I loved him. Right?"