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Footsteps and voices came to her ears, she didn't turn around, and she could identify that it was Harry yelling at Dumbledore as they walked into the infirmary.

"Why are we keeping a Death Eater in Hogwarts!" She noticed his voice was straining, the question obviously been asked many times.

"He was never actually a Death Eater, check his arm if you wish." Dumbledore was calm as always, the Veela felt eyes on her and turned slightly. She had been sitting next to the sleeping boy's bed. The two powerful wizards looked surprised at her.

She looked back to the blond haired boy, she had been thinking. This comatose boy was very much like her, they were both alone, no family. And he was the son of the man who was responsible for most of her suffering. She would see if his son was anything like him, and if he was, well as they say; keep your friends close, your enemy's closer.

"All this noise! This is a hospital wing, not a Quidditch pitch!" Poppy's voice sternly reprimanded both the ebony haired boy and the elder wizard. She turned to Katrina. "You ready? Are you finally going to let me fix your wing?" Her face portrayed she didn't think Katrina would let her within five foot of her. But the Veela was tired of feeling the pain, and she wanted to fly. The slight nod of her head showed to them she was. The doors burst open and Hermione and Ron not far behind stormed in.

"What's this I hear? There's a Malfoy staying here?" Hermione's hair was nearly on end with agitation. Ron's voice was next, deep and outraged.

"He's a Death Eater, why are we helping him?!"

"Please, please." Dumbledore waved his hands to signal patients. "Draco, is not a Death Eater, for a long time he had been a spy. He never received the dark mark, and once his farther had found out about Draco's real allegiance he had killed his mother and nearly him. So there will be no further discussion on the matter, and you will not try to harm him in his sleep." He sent a stern look at Harry at that last statement. "I know it will probably have to be the end of the world before you act civil towards each other-." Ron scoffed his agreement at that. "But at least try." He looked to Katrina. "I would like to talk to you if you don't mind, later not now." And with a twinkle he left. Katrina wondered what he wanted. Mind due she had a fairly good idea, she was staying at his school, and she wanted answers as well.

"Katrina, how you feeling today?" Hermione approached her and lightly placed her hand on her arm. Katrina looked to her the words on the tip of her tongue, maybe she could reply this time. The silent Veela had spent a lot of time with Hermione over the last few days. The bushy haired witch had exclaimed that the Veela had been cooped up inside for too long, and took her outside where she had seen birds in colours she had never seen before and flowers never spotted at home. Hermione had been so patient, so caring. They all had, even Ron had spent time with her, and mostly talking of Hermione which didn't surprise her. As soon as her powers had come back, she was able to feel the emotions of them, it was obvious on both parties the strong feelings they had for one another. Katrina let a small smile show, just for this girl in front of her and she was rewarded with a wide one in return. "Harry told me you decided to let us help your broken wing, I'm so glad. It's hard to see you in pain like that." Katrina stepped back and saw Harry looking at her wings with an emotion she couldn't recognise in his eyes. His eyes were amazing she had realised, they seemed to look right through her. So with her dislike of being so exposed she had distanced herself from him, he had been hurt but had never voiced it.

Sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed she had been staying in she closed her eyes and let that be her signal for them to begin.

"Ok, Katrina. This is gonna hurt but as soon as I brake it into the right place, I can quickly magically heal it." Poppy's voice once stern just before was soft, motherly and it made her lip tremble slightly. She felt Hermione next to her, smelling of musty books, the scent comforted her. Hermione reminded her of her sister, they both loved to escape into the realms of books either fiction or non-fiction. Where as Katrina had always been the one to go out and try to experience what they talk about in those enchanted covers.

Smelling the scent of rain mixed with something else, sweet almost like vanilla. She knew it was Harry to her left, he hesitantly grabbed her hand, quickly at first seeming the faster he did it the less it seemed like it was him who first grabbed her hand. He moved his thumb gently over the back of her hand and at first she was unnerved by the bold affection, but she owed him, maybe she could repay him back somehow. She knew he was the one who stroked her hair when she had those nightmares, the person who placed a fresh glass of pumpkin juice on the bedside table. He confused her, she never asked for help, but somehow he knew she needed him. And for some reason he didn't mind that she needed him to hold her hand at night while she slept. Or stood talking to her, babbling on about what Ron did that got Hermione upset. Or even how he would love to take his broom out but the weather had been so lousy.

"I know what will help." Ron suddenly spoke up. Opening her eyes she spotted him rummaging around in his robe pockets. "Here you go." He smiled. Katrina looked to his hand, where a biscuit lay a little crumpled.

"Ron! How on earth is that going to help?!" Hermione's voice was shrill and incredulous.

"She can eat it after wards, it will make her feel better… I was only trying to help." A look of embarrassment took over his face and he looked to the ground. Katrina saw now why Hermione was so besotted with this red headed boy. Lifting her hand to him she touched his cheek and barely above a whisper her voice horse from disuse said.

"Thank you." His crystal orbs flew to hers and his shocked expression was identical to the other three standing around her. Spotting Harry out of the corner of her eye, she saw he was looking at her with a deep penetrating look. Then a soft smile was there and she locked that away, where she would see that smile from a boy who was once a stranger, and still she didn't know very well, but had smiled at her when all she had said was 'thank you'.

Placing her hand on the bed railing she nodded to Poppy who had placed her hands uncertain on her broken wing.

"Ok Katrina, were gonna make you as good as new." Hermione wrapped an arm around her and squeezed gently. And Katrina's thought as she felt the pressure tighten against the broken appendage thrummed softly in her mind.

"Thank you."