Disclaimer: don't own.

A/N: those little star things don't show up, so I have to say, for example, "growls at computer" or whatever. Oh, and Katie helps me on this sometimes, and she laid out a plan for the whole story that I mostly follow.

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Because it was a weekend, both Harry and Draco were allowed to sleep until group, which was at 10:15. They both had actually slept for once, and had reasonably good dreams. It was the first time in a long while that that had happened.

When Harry and Draco were walking down the hallway to group, a nurse stopped them. "Draco, you know your father's visiting you today, alright? That should be nice," she said, clearly oblivious to everything that had happened. Draco blanched and Harry watched as his eyes went from bright silver to a dull and dead gray.

"No," Harry said simply.

"Beg your pardon?" the nurse said politely.

"No," Harry repeated. "His father is the reason he's here, you stupid bitch. Haven't you heard anything he said to you!" Harry was practically yelling the last words.

The nurse drew herself up with a frown and drew in a breath to speak.

"No, you listen to me," Harry said angrily. "That man has done unspeakable things to Draco. Things that will likely never be healed. Do you really want to reopen that wound?"

"As Draco's legal guardian, I'm afraid he has every right to see his son," the nurse said stubbornly.

"The 'father' who raped his son and nearly killed him? That man is not his father!" Harry yelled. "That man is an unspeakably evil bastard!"

"Be that as it may, he is coming," the nurse said, with an air of finality.

"Fine, let him come. If he tries anything, I'll fucking strangle him," Harry said with dead certainty. "And you take away his wand, do you hear me? Take away his wand and sit right next to him." And he walked away, leaving behind a very offended nurse.

"Thank you," Draco whispered, and Harry pulled him closer protectively.

"No one can hurt you if you're with me, I promise," Harry swore.

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At group (A/N: this is almost exactly how group went for me)

The room was all white, with a T.V. protected by something that looked like glass. It also had a white board and markers to write on it and squishy chairs that were oddly comfortable.

"So, 2 – 5 feelings, Draco," said one of the "staff" as they were sometimes called.

"I feel unsafe, frightened, and anxious," Draco stated, sitting in a corner.

The staff member, a girl in her twenties with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, wrote this all down in a notebook.

"Long term goal?"

"Ummm… to get better," Draco said, and abruptly switched to Emily. "Harry says I'm sick."

The girl apparently noticed the change, with raised eyebrows, but wrote it down.

"Short term goal?"

"Get my clothes back," Emily said shyly. Lucius was bringing Draco's things when he came.

Two other people went, then it was Harry's turn.

"Two to five feelings, Harry," the girl said, pen poised above the notebook.

"Furious, helpless, violent, and protective," Harry said quickly. "My short term goal is to get us, me and Draco, out of here, and my long term goal is to….uh….stay safe," he mumbled.

Emily frowned. What did that mean?

"Any group issues?" the girl asked. There was a silence, then, "it smells bad here," from a pale girl with short blond hair.

"Like B.O." another girl agreed. "People really have got to shower."

Harry made a mental note to shower. It really did smell bad in their unit.

"Better than the little kid's unit," the other staff member said with a wrinkled nose, who was rather large. "It smells like piss there."

"Can we go now," someone said exasperatingly.

"Yeah," he said dismissively. "Sure."

There was a short battle to all run out the door at the same time. Everyone hated group.

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When Harry and Draco were returning from lunch, a very unpleasant surprise awaited them in their room. On the bed, with a smirk bigger than ever, sat Lucius Malfoy.

"Draco," he said with a nod. "Harry," he said coldly, eyes roaming obviously over his body.

Harry glared at him, and if looks could kill, that one would have.

"I'll be right back, okay? I'm just getting someone," Harry assured Draco. Draco clung to Harry like he was his last hope (and maybe he was) and said frantically, "No, please stay," Draco whispered. "Please stay."

"I'm not going anywhere," Harry said loudly, and the look he gave Lucius Malfoy sent chills down the Death Eater's back. It was a look that said clearly, "I am going to kill you when I can, and I will smile the whole way through."

"NURSE!" Harry bellowed, and one came in running. "What is it, what's wrong?" she panted.

"We need you to stay here, please," Harry said grimly.

"Alright," the nurse said uncertainly. "Why?"

"Never mind," Harry said firmly. "Just stay." She nodded and sat down on Draco's bed, the one opposite from Lucius.

"I trust you have been well," Lucius said lightly. When he got no answer, his eyes narrowed and he said to the nurse, "Can I get a day pass, please," he added, to honey his words.

"Well," the nurse began. Draco gave a whimper, although he had tried to smother it with a pillow. The nurse glanced over. "No," she said firmly. "You may not. You upset our patient, and the goal is to make him better. In fact," she continued, as Harry gave her an "I-worship-the-ground-you-walk-on" look. "I think it's best that you leave. NOW," she added, even more adamant than before to get this cold man to leave. She had psychic blood on her father's side and could sense when things were wrong. She knew that there was something very, very wrong right now. The air was thick with tension, and the boy was clearly terrified. And the man….the man looked, well, evil. He had a glint in his otherwise dead eyes that suggested he was thinking thoughts you didn't want to know.

Lucius gave her a look that was almost as good as the one Harry had given him, but left, with the faint smell of blood trailing after him.

Draco had scuttled into a corner sometime during this encounter. He was rocking back and forth as fast as he could. His eyes were focused on the ground and they had a maniacal glint in them.

"So," he muttered, and Harry cautiously approached him to be able to hear him more clearly. "You think you're safe here, do you?" there was a cold and very not-Draco laugh.

Then Draco began slamming himself into the wall repeatedly. "You'll pay!" screamed a frightening voice, and just under it, a scream emerged. "NO! Father, oh Christ, please no!" screamed Draco, bashing himself as hard as humanly possible into each wall.

The nurse was shouting for more staff, right now! Punctuated by the loud, sickening, thuds of flesh on wall were inhuman and eerie screams of pain and terror. In between those were the shouts of staff and the sobbing and screaming of more patients.

Harry tried to stop him, he tried, but he couldn't. It was as if some powerful force was driving Draco to be pummeled against the wall. He tried snatching at him but was thrown to the floor.

Finally, five staff members managed to get a hold of the bruised and bloody Draco and walk him outside.

"Where are you taking him!" Harry shouted, tears running down his face. Kristy walked out of her room, which was right next to theirs, and patted Harry on the back.

"Maximum security," said Kristy sadly. "Our anger management buddy Zay got taken there when he threw a fit and all he screamed was 'FUCK YOU!' for two days. Poor Zay."

"When do they come back," Harry asked hoarsely.

"I dunno, sometimes only a few days, sometimes they stay there," Kristy said with a shrug. "I went there once," she added cheerfully. "Tried to kill my old roommate. You can visit them once a day, but you're under constant watch and everything." She gave him an oblivious smile and went back to her room.

Harry stood in the empty hallway, tears pouring down his face. He had no time to wonder how he had gotten attached to Draco so quickly. He only knew he had to get him back.

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A/N: please review and my thanks to everyone who has. I did have a friend called Zay at the unit and he had terrible anger issues. He spent two days screaming, "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" and "FUCK YOU!" He was really cool. I did have group like that, and everyone hated it. Everyone always felt unsafe, alone, and/or pissed off. The only thing that wasn't accurate was that the girls weren't in the same group as the guys. And it smelled pretty badly on the unit, like B.O. "gags".

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