Chapter Forty-Eight
The Hogwarts matron medi-witch did not seem too surprised when Severus rushed into the Hospital Wing, carrying her most frequent patient. She was, however, surprised to see him coughing up blood, and clutching at his stomach. Poppy immediately set to work.
"Aperio suus problema," she waved her wand. No one, not even Draco knew what the spell had told her. "We need to move him out of this part of the Hospital Wing."
"What's wrong with him?" Sirius asked the question on every one's mind as Severus picked his love up from the bed.
"I have to remove something," was Pomfrey's cryptic answer as she ushered Severus into a room off of the main part of the Infirmary. "Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, Draco, you stay out here."
"But, Poppy," Draco started until he saw the look she gave him. It told him that he did not need to witness what she was going to do. He wisely stepped back .Sirius and Remus followed her into the room, and the door was closed.
Draco hugged his arms to himself as Ron and Hermione comforted each other. He could not sit still as no sound came from the room. Ron held Hermione, who was in tears over the boy who had saved her life more than once. The blonde wanted to cry, but he couldn't. The tears just wouldn't come. He looked up as the doors to the Infirmary opened, and his two fiancés stepped through. The tears came then, as the two Weasley twins gathered him up in their arms, sandwiching him between them. The Slytherin didn't know whose shoulder he was crying into, just that he could finally cry.
Fred and George held onto the man they loved as he started to sob heavily for his new brother. Ron glanced over at them, but they didn't notice.
"Draco, love, we're here for you," George whispered into his ear, and the Lupin-Black knew that he was crying into Fred's shoulder.
"We love you," Fred nodded, and kissed the top of the blonde's head.
"He's afraid of me," Draco murmured when he'd calmed down a bit.
The twins, having been called by Percy, knew most of what had taken place. They knew that Lucius Malfoy had captured Harry at one point.
"Harry's afraid of me, because I look like Lu...Lucius," Draco managed to cry out. Before anything else was said, FrednGeorge led him over to sit on a bed.
"Draco, love, it'll be fine. He won't always be scared," George told him.
"It'll be over soon, and you'll be making jokes with each other in no time," Fred said.
"I don't think it will. I scare him, and it's because of how I look."
"Then do something about it..."
"like, dye your hair."
Draco looked bewildered. "But you like the way I look, and I..."
"Yes, love, you're beautiful..." Fred began.
"but we love you for different things. And your hair colour doesn't matter."
"You could dye it red and become an official Weasley before we get married," Fred joked. George was going to glare, but the seventeen year old managed a slight grin.
***
"DO you think that Harry's all right?" Neville asked his boyfriend.
"I don't know," Blaise shrugged, disinterested. The Herbology savant glared at him.
"You mean you don't care," he said. He got a grunt in reply. "Fine..."
Blaise watched, shocked, as Neville stormed from the Head Boy's room.
"Well, Zabini, you've just fucked yourself royally," the Head Boy muttered. The portraits of former Slytherin Head Boys nodded at him.
***
Neville sneered at those he passed as he stomped into the Gryffindor Common Room. He stalked in and threw himself onto the nearest couch. Colin Creevy yelped as he was bounced form the sudden shift.
The entire Gryffindor population was buzzing from the news of their injured Golden Boy. The news had spread quickly, and most of the school knew now.
"Hey, Neville, do you know what happened to Harry?" Colin asked the one who had actually seen the seeker.
Neville shook his head. "All I know is that Draco, Professor Lupin, Black, and Snape portkeyed into the Infirmary. Snape was holding Harry in his arms, and they-and Draco- were drenched in blood."
"Wait, Snape was carrying Harry?" Ginny asked from the other side of Colin. She got a shocked nod in reply.
"And Professor Black wasn't saying anything to Snape. It was almost if it wasn't even Snape standing ther," Neville mused.
"Odd," gasped Colin.
"So why did you storm in here like you wanted to purposely blow up a cauldron?"
Neville glared slightly at the jibe, but answered. "Blaise was being a prat."
"Oh. When isn't he?" Ginny asked. Her ex glared. "Sorry, sorry."
"It's all right," the seventh year sighed, and closed his eyes.
"Hey, what's all the commotion down here?" Seamus asked as he and Dean entered from the dorm rooms.
"You didn't hear?" Ginny asked as Seamus's grin shined on as he swung his and Dean's conjoined hands back and forth.
"Hear about what?" Dean asked the red-headed girl.
"About Harry. Something happened while they were in Diagon Alley," Neville replied.
"Again?" Seamus gasped. Neville nodded sombrely.
"Poor Harry," Dean said. "Is he all right/"
"I think so. They portkeyed directly to the Hospital Wing. Draco had tried to heal him, I think," the potions inept wizard stated.
"God. I hope he'll be all right. Harry never seems to get a break, does he?" Dean commented. Seamus shook his head and squeezed his boyfriend's hand.
"I wonder what happened," the Irishman pondered.
"We may never know," Ginny said, leaning into Colin's embrace.
"Yeah. It could be anything," Neville agreed.
"The most plausible answer would be Death Eaters," Colin spoke.
"There were more physical things done. It didn't look like he'd been cursed," Neville shrugged.
"Yes, but the worst of curses, Unforgivables, don't usually leave physical signs," Dean said to his dorm mate.
"And some Death Eaters are evil enough to actually 'dirty' themselves by using muggle forms of torture," Seamus released his hand from Dean's to make quotation marks when he said 'dirty'.
"I dunno. But all we can do is try to stay positive and see if we can't help Harry to feel better," Ginny said. The others nodded.
At that moment, the portrait opened and everyone instinctively turned their heads to view the person. Neville glared at his boyfriend as the Slytherin reluctantly stepped into Gryffindor territory.
"Neville, could I talk to you?" the serpent looked properly remorseful as he turned his eyes to his boyfriend's face.
"All right, follow me," Neville sighed and stood. He walked up the steps to the dormitories and his lover followed obediently. Neville opened the door to his dorm room and held the door for Blaise.
"Nev, I'm sorry," Blaise looked down at his clasped hands. "I didn't mean to be...well, I don't know what the word for it is."
Neville tried not to let a chuckle escape, but it came out anyway.
"I don't like acting like that, but it's hard to change the way you were raised to act in such a short time. I'm not like Draco; he decided in fourth year that the act would be just that, an act. Up until late last year, I figured I was going to be a Death Eater like my uncle," Blaise tried to explain.
"What made you change your mind?" Neville inquired as he sat on his bed and motioned for the other to do the same.
"I fell in love, as cliché as that sounds," Zabini smiled slightly.
Any anger Neville had felt ebbed away as he smiled brightly at his boyfriend.
"All right, Blaise. But do try to be a little more interested when I'm wondering about my friends, even if you don't like them," Neville leaned forward and captured the Slytherin's lips.
***
Severus laid Harry down again, and stood back as the mediwitch came forward.
"Was he given any potions?" Poppy inquired.
"Just Concussuare, to cure his concussion," Severus replied, not taking his eyes away from the man he loved.
"There's aconite in that?" Poppy asked, and she put Harry to sleep with an anesthetic-like spell.
"Yes, but not enough to make him sick! It's only put in there to help relax, and there's only enough to do that!" Severus said, thinking that she was blaming him. The three adult men watched in confusion as the mediwitch took out a muggle scalpel. She preformed a spell that rid Harry of his cloths, and placed a sheet over his midsection. An opening had been cut into the sheet, and she placed it over the part of Harry's abdomen that he had been clutching. Sirius turned slightly green when she cut an incision on Harry's stomach. Severus and Remus had to both look away. Sirius had to look away as well when she began pulling back skin.
After a moment, they heard her cast a healing spell on the Boy-Who-Lived, and they turned back around. Mme Pomfrey held something in her hands, something very bloody.
"What is that?" Severus questioned as she put it into a towel and then banished the bloody away.
She sighed, and looked away, tears forming in her eyes. Poppy answered, "A foetus."
End Chapter Forty-Eight
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