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Time to move on,

"spoken"

// thoughts //

***flashback***

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The emerald eyes blinked wearily open.

"Finally awake I see sir," a cheery voice spoke as footsteps crossed the room.

The man tiredly moved, sitting up on the bed from his lying position. He noticed the numerous things he was hooked up o and sighed.

"Wh-" he coughed to clear his throat, "Where am I?"

"In St. Patrick's Hospital," the voice said. The eyes blinked once more and took in the large, white room, and the young women standing next to his bed. "Now sir, may I ask your name?"

"Harry, Harry Malfoy," he replied. He watched as her face took an expression of surprise.

She recovered quickly, "Hello Harry, I'm Nurse Goodhymn."

"Do you remember why you were put in hospital?"

"Er, I had an accident?" He guessed.

"Yes, two cars were involved in a collision and one bounced back into you." She paused as Harry processed this information. Harry ran a smooth hand through his mutli-coloured hair. Dark colours of yellow, blue, red and green mixed with his naturally black hair as he swept his hand through it. "One of the cars was a Ford Focus and the other a BMW Convertible."

"My friend drives a BMW convertible, I prefer the Porsche Convertible." Harry said, "Oh shite! They were coming to pick me up! Is there any way I can use a phone? Dray and Luce'll be worried if I don't get in touch soon."

"I'll see what I can do, don't move." She walked out the room.

"It's not I can go anywhere, not with all these wires I'm plugged into," Harry mumbled to himself.

About ten minutes later Nurse Goodhymn returned with another man.

"Harry," she said, "this is Doctor Rickter."

Harry nodded at the man. The doctor drew closer and sat down on the chair next to Harry's bed. "Now Harry, as you are aware you were in an accident. You're very lucky to be this uninjured."

Harry interrupted him, "What happened to the others involved?" His built-in sense of caring for the people around him was still active in Harry's twenty-three year old body.

Doctor Rickter sighed, "The ones in the first car were all killed, the other two in the second car that hit you are in intensive care. Now someone that was hit with the force that you were, we would expect you to be in a worse condition than you are now."

"What can I say, I'm special," Harry muttered.

The two medical staff looked at each other and Rickter said, "Excuse me?"

Harry looked at him, "I'm sorry, I've just been known to survive with minimal scarring while others are hurt worse. I guess I'm cursed." Harry said softly.

"You think that a curse?" Goodhymn asked.

"Yeah, my parents died when I was three months old. We were in a car crash, everyone said I shouldn't have survived but I did. And later when I was able to understand things better, I always come off better than other people." // Cedric wasn't the first to die while I survived // Harry thought sadly. // Remus was another... and George, and Neville, and ... Hermione ... Sirius ... And Ernie ....//

Rickter was speaking again, "-in intensive care are unconscious and we have no idea as to the identity of the older man."

"How do you expect me to help you?2 Harry asked, allowing confusion to spread throughout his face.

"The younger was driving and his license tells us that he is Draco Malfoy. The other had no identification. But both carried a long piece of wood, like you do." Harry wasn't listening properly. He heard the funny pronunciation of 'Draco'. The doctor had pronounced it as 'Drak-O', he was wondering how his blond friend would react to being called that. As Rickter said pieces of wood, similar to his, the colour drained from his face.

"They- They both- have blond hair?" Harry asked, fearing the answer.

"Yes," the doctor answered.

"No," Harry mumbled, and then screamed, "NO! It can't be true!"

"SShhh," Nurse Goodhymn tried to calm him down. Tears slipped down his face. // Luce . Dray . No, you can't leave me //

"Drako has a scar above his hip that reads 'Harry rocks'. Is that anything to do with you?" Rickter asked.

Harry nodded, "I gave it to him, we were drunk and as usual having fun insulting each other, Lucius wasn't exactly thrilled with it."

"So Drako is your boyfriend?" Rickter asked.

Harry snorted, "No, me and Draco, erm, no, definitely not."

"Draco? Oh is that how you pronounce his name?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah, he'd be turning in his grave if he knew you were calling him that." Harry smiled slightly, despite his grieve.

"What is your relationship with him?" Goodhymn asked.

"Dray's my best mate, drinking buddy, arch-rival, prank-buddy, prank- victim," Harry said wistfully.

"And do you know who the other one is?" Rickter asked.

"Beautiful, long, blond hair?" they nodded, "Then it's Lucius." Harry whispered that.

"Does he have a last name?"

"Malfoy, we're all Malfoy's." Harry looked at them. "Lucius is Dray's father and my husband, Dray's my stepson, among the other things I just told you."

// Nothing like stunning the good people into oblivion with a few short words //

Doctor Rickter recovered first, "May I ask what the sticks are for?"

// Oh Shite! Yes sir, they're wands. Damn //

"Of course, they're leaving gifts from the boarding school we all went to. It's one abroad in Japan. Lucius went there when he was educated and then Draco and I went there when we were eleven. Traditions don't change over time at Hogwarts." Harry said nostalgically.

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Awww, poor Harry. His family is in hospital, find out more later!

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