Title: Demons
Author: staringmushrooms
Pairing: DM/RW
Rating: T
Warnings: slash, swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Any character you don't recognize is my own creation.
It was quite cold that day. Chilling winds flew through the gates of London, leaving only those with thick robes and hats without goosebumps. Even though there weren't many people in the streets, the shops had more customers than usual. Most of the shoppers went inside to recover from the biting cold. Ron Weasley, on the other hand, didn't.
Ron sat behind one of the shops in Diagon Alley, his back leaning against a brick wall. His red hair had grown to cover most of his face, making it hard to see his eyes. He had stopped feeling the cold long ago. Even though he only wore a light robe, he didn't notice it at all. He was staring at something in his lap, chuckling like he was on the border to insanity. Red blood was flowing freely from his wrists, soaking his dark robe and the ground beneath him. His vision was blurry, making it hard to see exactly how much blood he'd lost.
The sound of a door being firmly shut made him stop laughing. He yanked his head up, catching a glimpse of the wizard; at least he thought it was a wizard, trotting down the stairs. The wizard however seemed to have seen more of him, as he suddenly started sprinting towards the redhead. As he got closer, Ron could see that he was quite old. A giant beard and some very huge glasses made that painfully obvious.
"By Merlin's beard," the wizard mumbled when he saw the pool of blood. His gaze was then drawn to Ron's face. Ron chuckled. This seemed to make the other think he was crazy, because his face suddenly got a lot whiter. Ron could hear the man whisper some familiar words and the bleeding from his wrists suddenly stopped. It must have been some healing charm or something.
Mr. Beardface , as Ron had decided to call him, then got to his feet and ran back into the building he came from. He was yelling - quite loud too. Ron could make out a few words, such as "St. Mungo's" and" emergency". The redhead closed his eyes. He felt like he was falling, even though he knew he sat completely still. After what seemed like years Mr. Beardface came back out, but this time he was accompanied by someone else. As Ron slipped into unconsciousness, they picked him up and carried him inside.
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his office at St. Mungo's, doing some paperwork on one of the patients. He had a bunch of papers stacked in a tall pile to his right. He was supposed to be finished with all that before nightfall, but that wasn't going to happen. Since the hospital was pretty busy these days, everyone dumped their paperwork on him. Draco was just about to pour himself another cup of much needed coffee when a brown haired nurse burst into his office without knocking.
"Dr. Malfoy, we need your help. It's a new patient" she said, breathing heavily. Draco stood up. As they jogged down the hall the nurse explained further; "The patient was found behind a shop in Diagon Alley with his wrist slit, laughing like a maniac. The wizard that found him managed to stop the bleeding, but he has lost an awful lot of blood. They just arrived by Floo Powder – "
She was cut off when they reached the patient. Draco caught a glimpse of red hair as he gripped the bed he was laying on and rushed him further into the hospital. "Talk to whoever found him!" he yelled back at the nurse as he turned a corner. Once he reached his destination another nurse had joined up with him. This one was skinny with short red hair, and her name tag read Mariah McHolt. "We need to get some blood" Draco instructed her after quickly checking the patients' blood type. When the nurse went to get the blood he got the chance to take a better look at the patient. He seemed awfully familiar, but he couldn't figure out exactly who he was. He sighed.
McHolt arrived with the blood and they hooked him up to the machine. It was pretty much the same as the muggle ones, as there weren't any safe magical way to do it. "We need to monitor him" he told McHolt. Draco was already cutting through the fabric of the John Doe's robes with a simple charm. After he had pulled away the robe, the patient was simply lying there exposed to everyone other in the room. Draco didn't mind the sight; he was used to it, being a doctor and all. Draco and McHolt placed some wires around the patient's torso. The machine started to beep. Although his heartbeat was a little unsteady, it could have been a lot worse. They had just managed to get some hospital robes onto the patient when McHolt was called out to assist another healer. Draco then bandaged the redhead's wrists before he finished doing what he could while the patient was still unconscious.
Draco pulled a chair out from the wall. The fact that he couldn't figure out who the patient was bugged him. Eventually he gave up and watched the monitor instead. He was just about to get up and get some coffee when the first nurse showed up. She gave him a smile and started talking; "Mr. Dalewood found him behind his shop in Diagon Alley just before they arrived. He and Mrs. Dalewood then carried him inside and got him here using Floo Powder. They have no idea who he is or why he was there."
"I don't know who he is either," Draco said, looking at the patient. Then it hit him. Even though he had lost a lot of weight and his face was covered by greasy tendrils of hair, a small trace of who he once was still remained. "Well actually I do… It's Ron Weasley."
This is short and stuff, but it will have to do. c:
And ermm, reviews are always appreciated.