This has been running through my head so I wrote it down. I do not own the Potterverse. Thunder shook the house, causing the portrait of Sirius' mom to start her incessant wailing.
The house was virtually empty. Everyone had left to go to Diagon Alley , to shop, and visit Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Really they had all left to give Harry some time alone.
Not that Harry was being over crowded. Though they had all been in Grimmauld Place since school let, Harry had been left with his space. All of the Weasleys had been staying in this house. Remus had taken to residing here long before it had been Harry's and Harry had said that it was unnecessarily to change anything. Hermione was in and out of the house, reluctant to leave Harry with just Ron to talk to. She felt he needed to talk seeing as he had lost the only real family he had ever known who cared.
Sirius had just died. Harry had returned to the Dursley's as Dumbledore asked, to distraught to care. He stayed for three nights until Dudley had found out about his godfather dying. He had heard the poor lonely thing talking in his sleep and had decided he could use this to make Harry cry. Harry had learned his lesson last summer about using magic outside of school, so he moved himself quickly through the house, gathering his supplies and hurried to the street. He was on the night bus before he knew what was happening.
He had been at his rightful home within minutes and hadn't left since. He refused to go outside. He would speak if spoken to and eat if asked. If allowed he would leave the room if too many people entered the room he was in. The only person he would willingly talk to was Hermione. Because of how hard this was hitting him, Hermione had arraigned it with her parents that she would stay at the house all summer and only have to check in with her parents once a week.
This routine had been established so quickly that even though it was only two weeks into the summer no one was ever confused about anything. Everyone knew not to come into the library if it was just Harry and Hermione. No one tried to go into Harry's room other than Hermione and Ron. Harry no longer ate meals with the rest of the group in the kitchen. It was too much for him.
Hermione and Ron would eat only when Harry did. Ron ate with them, but didn't say much to Harry, figuring if Harry said he was fine it was none of his business to make him feel less than fine. Ron cared for Harry terribly but was never one for words and didn't have much luck trying to make him feel better about his lot in life.
Hermione was home for the day and Ron and the other Weasleys couldn't stay in the house without her. Harry was just sitting in the library reading about healing spells, so that he could know he could save the next loved one.
Just as he got a new book, having finished his book on curses, there was a knock on the door. He didn't want to get up. He knew, however, that he was the only one home and with the Order being housed here they need to always be able to be contacted. He hefted himself up from the chair, finding his legs wobblier than he had expected.
Making his way down the stairs was harder than it should be for a healthy teen. He finally reached the door. He cast a spell to detect the identity of the person on the other side of the door. Only one registered, Snape.
Harry opened the door reluctantly, looking for the trap even though Dumbledore trusted him the rest of the Order didn't.
Outside the door was Snape and another human, bloodied and cursed pretty badly, unable to stand on its own. Snape immediately walked into the kitchen and laid the person down.
"Potter, firecall Madame Pomfrey and tell her to bring Dumbledore right away. We will need anyone else who knows healing and curse reversal."
Soon Harry was back with Hermione. "I got Hermione. Madame Pomfrey said that she and Dumbledore would be here soon. Do you know what hit him?"
Snape was just trying to magically staunch the wounds as he waited. "No. I don't. But I'm sure he'd be so glad to know Potter and Granger are on the case."
Hermione immediately set to work. She had worked with Pomfrey before. She had more knowledge and practical experience than Harry on this. She first warmed the whole room with a gargantuan effort applied to the fire. The room was at ninety degrees and she was already sweating with all of her hair in her way. Next she removed the patients clothes with magic. She needed to see the effected flesh before she would attempt anything, especially if Snape was unsure how to proceed.
Hermione was flying and hadn't paused a second when she saw that it was the younger Malfoy on the table. "Professor," she began with the utmost respect, "I have this aspect under control. Could you please begin your most powerful healing potion and a coma potion." Snape understood that although she may know enough about this to save Draco's life for now, he was the only one capable of the potions needed.
"Certainly Miss Granger, though we will talk about that sass later." He stalked of to gather ingredients as quickly as possible, no doubt intending to brew right in the kitchen to keep an eye on his three students.
"Harry." Hermione didn't need a body in the kitchen not doing something, "Please go fetch me that book you just finished. I need you to look up organ damaging hexes. I'm pretty sure I know what it is but I'm not willing to differentiate the treatment till I know for sure. I cant beat his life on this."
While Harry was Gone Snape came back. He looked genuinely impressed with how much better he looked. She had healed all of the external wounds and had stopped all the internal bleeding, if not corrected the damage. "Who did this to him?" Hermione didn't look up and Snape began work on both potions.
"It was Lucius and Voldemort. Voldemort didn't get his hands dirty but he ordered it. He had Lucius trying to kill his own son. Lucius tried to kill him slowly. I don't know what would have happened if potter hadn't gotten you. I cant brew and watch him. He would either die while I made potions to save him or live just long enough to not survive."
Harry returned with the book quickly, surprisingly intent on the task at hand even if it was saving Malfoy. He didn't want the little shit to die. "Thanks Harry, open it up to internal damage; I need to set his broken ribs." She used magic to place the ribs and fuse them back together. They were pretty mangled, like he had been thrown into a wall, which was a possibility.
She cast a nutrient spell. It preformed like an IV would only it didn't need to be changed, until she removed the spell he would stay nourished. It was only safe for a couple of days tops, so she would resort to an IV if this took too long.
She was handed the open book from Harry. She looked haggard already to Snape and Harry. She had used more magic than she should have already. "Its what I thought. I need both of you out of the room if you can.' She looked to Snape, asking if the potions could be left unattended without verbalizing it.
Snape gave a curt nod and strode from the room with a simple, "I need to be back in a quarter of an hour or they'll be useless."
Hermione turned and pulled Harry into a hug. "Keep an eye on Snape. Draco is his godson and means a lot to him." She leaned closer to whisper, "Tell Snape, Venez dans un quart d'heure si je peux dire vous ou non." She used a transcribe spell to copy the French down so Harry wouldn't have to remember. "Give this to him." With that she pushed him out of the room.
Snape understood the note. He spoke fluent French and would do as she said. He didn't understand why she wouldn't call, unless it was because she would be too distracted. He had never been a curse reversal buff. He proffered potions and transfiguration. Granger understood. He would do as she asked because she was his best bet to save his godson.
Harry stuck by Snape. He had been assigned few tasks in this and wanted to do each to the best of his ability. He watched Snape.
She said the listed incantation with the modifications for Draco's other injuries. She had to repeat it until the skin on his abdomen glowed, because that meant healing was occurring in his stomach and other damaged organs. She continued to chant as the energy drew from her, like a siphon. It had been started and wouldn't stop until she saved him or died. She hadn't told Harry or Snape that one. As a teacher Snape wouldn't have allowed it, would have wanted to do it and he hasn't got the skill or knowledge. Harry would have objected to her risking her life for the twit on the kitchen table.
Her eyes slowly grew heavier and she was unable to hold them open for a second between blinks. She had to fight them back open. As she finished the twelfth time through the chant she saw a slight glow and her last thought was 'One of us will live,' as she slid into exhaustion derived sleep.
A/n The french said: Come in a quarter of an hour whether I cantell you to or not.
Review if you'd like. I want to know if I should contiue or just stick to my othr work, which I am working on.