Lara was in the hospital wing when she heard shouting coming down the hall.
"WHERE IS SHE?" came a man's voice. Draco barged in. "PERMIA! I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED!
YOU COULD HAVE BEEN HURT AGAIN!"
Vikki ran in and over to Permia.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" she wimpered.
"Yes," Permia muttered.
Just then, Harry ran in and over to Lara.
"Lara, what happened?"
"WELL! IF IT ISN'T HARRY POTTER!" Draco said, spitting.
Vikki was blowing her nose in a tissue.
"What's wrong with your wife, Draco?" Harry said, muffling a laugh.
Draco's face screwed up and said, "Do you want to say that to my face, ass?"
Vikki's mouth opened wide, "Draco! Don't cuss infront of Permia!"
"What are you going to do about it, jackass?" Harry said to Draco.
"I'm going to show you how a real man fights, whore!"
Vikki started getting upset.
"DRACO! DRACO! PERMIA-" Vikki tugged on Draco's sleeve.
"HAHA! I think your wife wants you!"
Draco, then, said a word that made Vikki run out.
"VIKKI!" Draco yelled and Harry started laughing. "THAT'S IT!"
Draco ran over and punched Harry, causing Lara to scream. Harry pushed Draco
and kicked him. Draco tried to choke Harry. Harry grabbed Draco's hair and
pushed him on the ground. They were now both struggling to kill the other.
"DADDY! STOP IT!" Permia yelled. She got up and ran out.
Madame Pomfrey ran in, just then.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" she shrieked and threw Draco out.
Harry got up and wiped his bloody mouth. Lara was staring at him.
"And you tell me not to fight," she said and ran out.
Harry stood there, all alone. Not only was he in pain, but his daughter hated him.
He walked out of the wing, alone.