Title: Return to Me Part—3
Rating: pg-13 R-ish at this point
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war. No it's not a one shot
Chapter 3
Remembering you
"Draco Malfoy is not yet in a stable state Mr. Potter. His injuries go far beyond those on
the surface. Internal bleeding. Broken ribs. Left lung puncture. It's luck you found him
when you did. Yet there is not much that I can promise."
A fourteen-year-old Harry Potter stared at the nurse with confusion. He stood straight in
the near empty infirmary save for his, Madame Promfery's and Draco Malfoy's presence.
He chanced a look at the pale boy that lay silently on a pale bed, covered in pale sheets
almost hiding him away from the world. He looked so different now. He looked so
different merely an hour ago. He looked broken. And now it was like he had left their
presence.
"Who did this to him? How is it possible that I found him in the middle of a dungeon
barely alive?"
The nurse spoke in a soft tone that barely permeated the stiff atmosphere of the hospital
wing. Her expression held no sense of emotion as if she was fighting hard to let on what
was really going on in her head.
"Mr. Potter I'm afraid those are questions that are not meant to be answered by me." She
paused to take a deep breath. This situation had indeed shaken her up a great deal. After
all the state that the pale boy was in was quiet horrific. At least now she had rid his
injuries of all the blood. "Perhaps you should go speak with the headmaster." But she
could tell that this wasn't satisfying the Boy-Who-Lived. His eyes were burning with
impatience.
"I ALREADY spoke to the headmaster. And what's pissing me off is that I can't get a
decent answer about anything from anyone around here. Now tell me what the bloody
hell is going and why are you unable to repair broken bones and a punctured lung? Surely
there are healing potions and spells for things like this."
The school matron moved away from the boy suddenly afraid due to his outburst.
"Please Mr. Potter try to keep it down. Mr. Malfoy needs rest. The problem here is not as
simple as healing broken bones. Mr. Malfoy's attacker or attackers have apparently put a
spell on him creating a barrier against all the healing magic that we know of."
"Isn't there anything you can do about it?" Harry asked suddenly panicked, the thought
that this was his worst enemy, who he should never even give a second of his time never
even crossing his mind. Right now this wasn't just Malfoy his enemy. This was a fellow
human being in trouble.
"We are trying whatever we can. At this instant Professor Snape and the Headmaster are
trying to come up with some sort of cure to break the barrier that has been formed.
"GODDAMIT WHAT'S TAKING HIM SO LONG?" He burst out sparing a glance at
the pale boy on the bed beside him. The matron jumped and rushed away into her office
unable to keep herself stable. The green-eyed-boy walked over to the bed looking down
at his enemy. His enemy whom he found lying on a floor in the dungeons covered in his
own blood merely an hour ago. Nearly unconscious and having trouble breathing, the
pale boy asked him for help in a feeble voice before slipping into a deep sleep, which he
still hadn't come out of. Harry's heart wrenched as he watched the different magical
devices that were attached to his body helping him breath, helping his heart to beat,
helping his blood to flow. Keeping him alive. Dark bruises marked his skin, his cheek,
his eye, his arms. He looked broken. Harry was seething with his anger. Who could do
this to someone? What kind of a monster? Cruciatus Curses and whiplashes. How could
Draco Malfoy, son of Voldermort's right hand man, be left in such a condition in the
Hogwarts.
Breathing deeply Harry Potter settled himself in chair beside Draco Malfoy
"Malfoy" he whispered softly....Draco
Draco...
"Mr. Malfoy?" Grey eyes under soft lashes lifted to meet the surroundings of the
infirmary belonging to the Hogwarts School. His vision came in contact with the
extremely white surroundings of the infirmary. Draped in pale sheets that matched his
complexion, Draco sat up, looking up at the woman who stood in front of him. But before
he could rest his gaze there, his eyes did a sweep of the not-so-quiet hospital. It was so
different from the time he was here in his fourth year. It no longer resembled something
akin to an extremely clean ghost town. Now it was bussing with activity. Soldiers.
Warriors, injured men and women, wrapped in bandages. All warriors like his Harry.
Some rested on the beds unmoving. Others were sitting up, speaking to their neighbors.
Some walked around on clutches, others sat on chairs looking around. This truly showed
that a war was raging somewhere. Far away yet it was there. And his Harry was all alone
there, on the lines risking his life every day just because every bastard in this world said
he should. A stab of pain interfered with the beating of his heart. He tried to calm his
breathing and forced himself to look at the matron.
"Um..." she squirmed under his gaze. "Mr. Malfoy...-Potter."
Draco rolled his eyes. God it wasn't that hard to remember that he was married to the
Boy-Who-Lived. Why does it take them so much effort to do so?
"Yes?" He asked curtly."There is nothing wrong with you. You're not dieing of any
deadly disease. So there is no need to worry about anything such as that."
"But?" Draco asked calmly.
"But...Mr. Malf...Draco you're.."
The rest Draco didn't hear since it was lost in the matron's mumbling.
"I'm sorry what?" He asked dangerously already knowing what was coming.
"Pregnant." She finished putting more space between herself and the infamous Malfoy.
After all she had dealt with his father and knew how the son's of this pureblood family
reacted.
"Pregnant? As in? ...As in. ...Pregnant? As in what women get when
they're....Pregnant?"
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy-Potter." She said quickly. "You're a month and a half along."
Draco Malfoy continued to stare confusedly his eyes flickering from here to there. Yet
his mutterings continued.
"As in...pregnant? A month and a half pregnant? With a child? As in..."
"Yes Mr. Malfoy Pregnant." She answered snappishly yet making it a point to keep her
voice down. After all this sort of thing shouldn't be getting out. "Now will you please
listen to the matter at hand?"
"DO NOT SPEAK TO ME IN THAT MANNER MISS." He said his eyes flashing
dangerously. Many of the patients turned to look at him in surprise wondering what had
disturbed the peace.
"I am a Malfoy and will not be spoken to with such disrespect. Now will you please leave
me to my rest. I need to think." His volume reduced with each passing pause, the last
words being said in a whisper. Lost in his thoughts within seconds, he looked away as the
nurse left his side. Oh god. What was he going to do? What was he going to tell Harry?
Oh god. Harry...
TBC sorry for the non-ending ending to this chapter. I didn't know where else to end it.
Trust me there is a lot more though.