Summary: Draco Malfoy has a problem. Harry Potter is the only one who cares enough to fix it. Will he be able to save Draco from himself? Does Draco even want him to? Broken and lost, he may have no choice. Deals with drug abuse.

Author's Note: Just finished writing this. It's currently midnight, and I'm dead tired. If I missed anything, please tell me so I can fix it. The beginning is a bit awkward, but I don't know how to fix it… :/ Also, I added Teddy. ^-^ I wasn't going to at first, because honestly, I forgot about him. _ But, he's in there now. I hope he sounds like a real kid. I haven't been five in ten years, and I barely see my five-year old cousins, or any other five year olds. Also, I have no idea what goes on in a rehab facility, so I'm winging it. If you know anything about rehab, please tell me. I'd love to add it. Otherwise, just assume wizarding rehab is different than muggle rehab. So, please review, and tell me what you think. ^-^ Enjoy, I hope!

Disclaimer: A world of no. J.K. owns these characters. Do I look like a 47 year old British woman? (Don't answer that.) Anyway, no, I don't own HP. I wish I did… Along with the Buffy universe. Having Spike and Draco as my slaves would be so totally awesome, don't you think?

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end

-Hurt, by Johnny Cash.

Harry's day started out normal. He got up, kissed his wife on the cheek, before exiting the door to walk to work, something he liked to do every so often, despite it being a 30 minute long walk.

He walked into St. Mungo's whistling softly, waving hello to his colleagues, and the occasional patient or two. It was a beautiful, normal day.

"Hey, Alice, did you manage to get the files for the Montague case?" Harry asked the receptionist of his department.

"Right here, Healer Potter. According to the file, he believes that he is an alien, and he keeps trying to warn us about 'the attack.' Robert thinks it's merely stress, but he wanted your opinion." she said, passing him the file, which he took with a slight grin.

"Thanks Alice. If you spot my 9 o'clock, make sure to send them in."

"Will do, Healer Potter."

Sending her one last smile of gratitude, he continued his walk into his office, where he set the file down, took off his coat, and sat to deal with some paper work until his next appointment showed up.

Once his paperwork was finished, he saw he had a few more minutes until his 9 o'clock, so he leaned back in his chair, and thought about his life.

Compared to others, he had an incredible life. A nice flat in a good part of town, a great job that you loved, and a loving wife waiting for you at home. Yet he felt something missing. He wanted something... More.

He knew it was stupid, wanting more than what he had- which he should be beyond grateful for- but it didn't stop that part of him that craved the adventure of his younger days. This routine he was in was maddening, and he itched to have something exciting happen, just to break up the monotony of his daily life.

But there was no use dwelling on those thoughts, he thought as he got up to meet his patient. This was his life, and he'd be happy about it, even if it was /slightly/ boring. And even if he wasn't quite sure he loved his wife anymore, and frequently wondered if he ever did. But! he couldn't think these things. They were what he placed in the file in his mind he called "Things One Must Never Dwell Upon" They were stupid, impossible things that weren't true.

And so he went off to his 9 'o clock, blissfully ignoring things that were dangled blatantly in front of him.

Besides, he was happy, right?

~X~O~X~O~X~O~X~O~X~

"Harry!" A familiar voice shouted, as he felt tiny arms wrap around his middle. Grinning, Harry turned, and scooped his Godson up in a hug, holding him tight.

"Teddy! How are you buddy? Did you enjoy visiting America with your Grandmother?" Harry asked the excitable five-year old he was holding, whose hair was currently sky blue. Teddy nodded, and giggled.

"Yeah! Get this, Uncle Harry, we saw a unicorn! It had a baby, and it even let me touch it! I had been very, very quiet, like you tell me to be sometimes, and I walked up to it, and pet its head! Then Grandma came and took me away, telling me not to play with it, but it was still cool!" The boy said in one breath, grinning widely. Harry couldn't help but grin as well. Teddy was just too cute sometimes.

"Really? Wow Ted! That's amazing! Did anything else happen?" Harry asked with enthusiasm, as he looked up at Andromeda, who had just walked up with their lunch. She smiled lightly at him as she took a seat.

"Hello Harry." She said as she sat down, cutting off whatever Teddy was about to say. Just as he was about to complain, she handed him his Happy Meal, which he started digging into with gusto, immediately finding, and opening the toy. Distracted, he didn't pay any attention to the adults' conversation.

"Hello Andromeda. How was the trip? I hear Teddy found a unicorn." Harry said with a grin, and he opened his Big Mac, and reluctantly taking a bite. The food wasn't awful, but after going there every other day, one starts to tire of it.

"The trip was fine. Teddy and I visited many places, starting in New York, and ending in San Diego. He loved going to Disneyworld, and Land, and enjoyed himself immensely at that LEGOLAND place you were talking about. I managed to see a Broadway show, while Teddy was in this late night care group, and was able to see the Grand Canyon. Overall, it was an enjoyable trip." She said, as she took a sip of her iced tea.

Harry grinned. "See? I told you you would enjoy it. Aren't you glad you went?" He asked in a lightly teasing voice. Ever since her daughter and son-in-law died, Andromeda rarely went anywhere, so Harry was glad she took the two month long trip with her only living relative that wasn't in Azkaban, or a reclusive junkie. He frowned lightly as he thought of the blond pain-in-his-arse, but shrugged it off. He hadn't thought of the blond in years, and so he wouldn't start now.

"Yes, yes, you were right. Teddy and I needed the vacation." She said in a haughty voice all Blacks seemed to possess. His grinned widened.

"I'm glad you had fun. Merlin knows you deserve it," he said, his tone soft. Her eyes turned slightly sad, and she turned away.

"Yes, well... 'Dora wouldn't have wanted me to waste away. Nor would Ted. And as long as I have Teddy, I can survive." She took another sip of her tea, trying to cover up the slight shaking of her hands. Harry looked at her with sympathy, but said nothing, knowing it was better to give her a moment.

"Did you hear about what happened to my nephew?" She asked a few moments later. Harry looked up sharply.

"No... What happened?" He asked, not understanding the odd twist in his chest at the mention of her nephew. He decided it was apprehension, since anything to do with Draco Malfoy could only be bad.

"Apparently, he almost died of an overdose. It was all hushed up, so not many know about it, but I thought you might have heard, since you work at St. Mungo's. I only know since I'm his aunt." She said nonchalantly, like what she was saying was just another piece of gossip. But to Harry, it felt as if he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't have explained it if he had wanted to, but it suddenly had felt as if all the air had left his body. He didn't understand why, but hearing that Draco Malfoy, his once hated rival, had almost died made him feel something unknown. Whatever it was, he knew he didn't like it. Trying to push those thoughts away, he turned his attention back to Andromeda.

"Really? How… interesting. Is he-is he alright?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to sound too eager for the information.

"Yes, he's fine, but he's been asked to go to rehab. It's a shame the boy turned out this way. I always remember him being smart. I only saw him a few times in my life, but I always thought he'd go on to do great things, if only he didn't have the father he did. Oh well, cannot dwell upon missed opportunities." She mused.

Silence engulfed them, as he thought of the blond haired nuisance. That odd feeling in his chest was back with a vengeance, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. It's just Malfoy. What do I care if he lives or dies? Harry thought, before shaking his head.

Of course he'd care. No matter how unpleasant he was, Malfoy shaped part of his childhood. He was the one person who never changed. He was confident, and arrogant, and always had to have his way. He provided Harry someone to have petty, childish fights with. Compared with the seriousness of life, Malfoy was always the same, always harmless. He always hated him, and never pretended otherwise. He was always constant while everything in his life was inconstant. While at the time he annoyed the hell out of Harry, looking back it seemed like a harmless rivalry, something he was almost fond of now, having known what it was like to have a real enemy. Maybe that was what the weird feeling in his chest was. He just didn't want Malfoy to die.

As he finished his burger, he pushed all thoughts of Malfoy from his head. He looked at his watch, and got up.

"I've got to get back to work," he said, as he walked around the table to give Andromeda a small hug. "Lunch hour is over, and my boss wanted to meet with me, to go over something." As he let her go, he felt tiny arms attacking his legs, and grinned lightly.

"But Uncle Harry! We just got back, you can't go now!" The blue haired boy whined, looking up at Harry with big, sad eyes. Harry dropped to his knees, mindless of how sticky it was, and gave him a big hug. "Don't worry bud; you'll see me again in a few hours. We're going to have a sleepover, remember? I just have to work now, and later we'll have all day to play, how does that sound?" He asked, as he wiped away the few tears that had slipped past Teddy's eyes. Sniffling, Teddy nodded.

"Okay. I just missed you, Harry. I hate it when I don't get to see you. It makes me all sad." He said in his adorable, childish way that melted Harry's heart every time he heard it. Gently ruffling the boy's hair, he stood up.

"I know bud, I miss you too, and if I could, I'd skip work, but I can't. We'll see each other later though, and you can tell me all about your trip. There might even be some ice cream if you're a really good boy."

Perking up immediately, Teddy grinned, gave Harry's legs one more hug, before skipping up to his grandmother, chattering away. Harry chuckled at the innocence of children, innocence he himself hadn't had it many, many years. He only hoped Teddy never lost that precious innocence.

Waving back at the pair as he left the eatery, he walked over to a dark alleyway, and, making sure no muggle could see him, disapparated to St. Mungo's, and immediately set off to change from his muggle clothes back into his work robes. While it was annoying to have to do this, if Teddy wanted to meet at McDonald's, he wasn't going to complain. As it was, he was just happy to see him a day earlier than he had thought he would due to an early portkey.

Once he was back in his robes, he walked up to his boss's office, and knocked, waiting silently for her to open the door. After a few moments, he heard a muffled, 'come in' and entered the office. He sat down in the chair across from his boss, and waited patiently as she sorted through the papers on her desk. A minute passed before she looked up.

"I think you know why you're here. Recently, our head Mind-Healer has gone on maternity leave, and we just found out she will not be returning, preferring to stay at home with her husband and child. Now, that leaves us with a spot open, and I want you to be the one to fill it. But," she said, right before Harry could get too excited. "While you are one of our best Healer's, you are still pretty new here, and the board wants you to complete three months of community service before we give you the job. We will be sending you to the Renalda Masters Rehabilitation Home. You already work there three days a week, yes? They need a new counselor and Healer, and the board thought it would be a perfect place for you to work on building your skills. These people are broken, and need help getting back on their feet. Now Harry, what do you say?" she asked, leaning back against her chair.

Harry didn't know what to say, and told as much. "Uh, I'm not sure. I suppose I could, but who would care for my patients?"

"Your replacement. If you get the job, someone will have to take your old one. If you do decide to take the offer, you will start tomorrow, at 7. You will get the files of the patients then, and will most likely have to take out a room there, as many of the patients are recovering drug addicts, and have nightmares most nights. If this is something you'd like to do, please tell me by the end of the day. I'm sorry for the short notice, but the position just opened up, and I thought it'd be perfect for you"

"Of course. Thank you, Miranda. I'll be sure to think this through." He stammered slightly, still in shock over the offer. His boss smiled lightly, before waving him off. Getting up, he thanked her one more time, before leaving her office.

As he went through the rest of the day, he thought the offer, and decided to go for it. What was the worst that could happen? So he would have to live somewhere else for a few months, it wasn't like he and Ginny hadn't spent time apart, especially during Quidditch season. Right before he left for home that night, he told his boss he accepted the offer, and would show up at the clinic tomorrow at 7. Grinning, he went home, and told his wife, who kissed him in congratulations. They would have gone further had they not had to watch Teddy, but Harry didn't mind. He loved it when Teddy was over, as it made the house less dreary. That night as he drifted off of to sleep, he couldn't help but feeling his life was about to changed drastically. So much for his perfectly normal day.

~X~O~X~O~X~O~X~O~X~

The next morning dawned clear and cloudless. A beautiful day, to anyone but Harry Potter. He had gotten a little over three hours of sleep, having spent most of the night up with Teddy after he had a bad nightmare, and refuse to go back to sleep. Nothing helped, and so Harry stayed up with the boy he loved like he was his own, playing games, and trying hard not to fall asleep. Now, as he blearily drank his coffee, he definitely felt that lack of sleep. But it was his first full day at the clinic, and couldn't fall back asleep. Sighing, he drained his coffee, poured himself another glass, and got up to get ready for the day ahead of him. He only hoped he didn't have much to do that day.

Once fully dressed, and moderately more awake, he walked outside and apparated to the place that might be his home for the next three months. Since he wasn't positive, he had decided against packing until he was sure they wanted him to stay there.

When the feeling of being squashed into a small tube stopped, he walked up to the receptionist, smiling as brightly as he could this early.

"Good morning Patricia, how are you today?" Harry asked politely. She flashed him a small, what he assumed was supposed to be flirtatious smile. The one thing he hated about this place was this woman would never take no for an answer, not even caring he was married. He wouldn't even give her a chance if he wasn't. She had fake blond curls, pressed on eyelashes, and pounds of make-up. She wasn't his type at all.

"Good morning Mr. Potter. I am very well this morning. How are you?" She asked, shoving her breasts out at him, trying to make him stare at them. Harry never understood why woman did that. They were just pieces of fat, what was the big deal?

"I'm very tired. Spent most of the night dealing with my Godson's nightmares. Hardly got any sleep. Now, can you tell me where Mrs. Masters is? I am going to be working here for the next few months, and would like to know what to do." He said semi-awkwardly, wanting to be away from this woman as soon as possible.

"Of course Mr. Potter. Renalda is in her office, just go on in." She said, flashing him a blinding smile, before going back to her work. Relieved, he walked over the office, and knocked. He entered a moment later after he heard the muffled 'come in'

"Hello Mrs. Masters." Harry said nervously, even though he and Renalda got along quite well. If he had to compare her to anyone, he'd said she reminded him of Mrs. Weasley, having the same kind-hearted nature. She was in her 70's, and was as kind hearted as they came. She had started the clinic 20 years ago with her husband, and it was now one of the best rehabilitation facilities in the Wizarding world. She had silver hair, and was thin as a twig.

"Harry, how many times must I tell you to call me Renalda?" Harry just grinned sheepishly, as she clucked her tongue. "Anyway, I'm very glad you'll be working here full time for a little while. I hope you won't mind staying here, our usual full time healer and counselor is going on vacation, and we need someone here to make sure none of the patients wake up in the middle of the night, and try anything."

"No, I don't mind. I didn't bring any of my stuff though, so..." He trailed off, a light blush on his cheeks.

"We'll show you your rooms now, and you can get your stuff later, don't worry. Now, this is Alan's last day here, so he'll be able to help you out today, and tomorrow you'll be on your own. Here are your patient files, be sure to go over them, and be familiar with them. You have eight old patients, and one new one. We may have another new patient, but he hasn't confirmed if he'll be coming or not. His file is still in there, just in case. Now here is Alan, go off with him, and he'll get you familiarized with the facility, and the other patients. Good luck dear." Finished, she turned back to her desk, while Harry picked up the files, and followed the man named Alan.

As he walked around, he realized that the place was a lot bigger than he had thought. Before, he had only been in the recreation room, and sometimes in a group session room, but there were many other rooms Harry hadn't known about, including a small gym that had a treadmill, an exercise bike, and a few dumbbells. There was also a small library, a dining hall, and multiple solitary rooms for people who were suicidal, or potentially homicidal. All in all, it was nice little place, even if it was in need of some modern decoration. Finally, the tour ended, and he was able to go to his room. Once there, he immediately collapsed on the bed, groaning lightly. He wanted to take a quick nap, but thought it would probably help to read through the files.

Spreading them out of his bed, he started with the eight current patients. He separated them into two groups, recovering drug addicts on the right, and recovering alcoholics on the left. Three files went into the right pile, and four went into the left. The remaining two were recovering from both. Then, he went onto the confirmed new patient, who went into the left pile. Once he was certain he knew enough about the patients, he moved onto the unconfirmed patient. He gasped, and dropped the file as soon as he opened it, the familiar blond staring up at him.

Groaning, he picked the file back up, and ignored the way his heart sped up as he saw the way Malfoy looked. Even though his face was sunken and sallow, he still looked as hot as ever. How the hell does he manage that? Harry thought, before going back to the information. Apparently, Malfoy had been a heavy drinker most of his last year at Hogwarts, only to start doing heroin near the end of the year. Since then, he'd spent most of his days high, holed up in his manor, with nothing but memories and his demons as his company. Every so often his friend Blaise would visit, but as he had his own job with dealing with travel, he wasn't able to come over very often. As he read the file, Harry couldn't help but feel sorry for the blond man, who obviously had a few mental issues, and no one to be there for him. Maybe I should have tried to help him that last year…

Putting down the file, Harry put his head in his hands. He could only hope that Malfoy decided to come to rehab. He wouldn't make the same mistake he'd made his 'eighth year.' He'd help Malfoy this time, so help him Merlin. It made something in his chest stir painfully when he thought of how pathetic the blond had become, and was determined to change that. This in mind, Harry got up, and left his room to get acquainted with his fellow healers and counselors.