With no trial ahead and no one trying to force him to do things he doesn't want to do, not to mention cheering spells, his last two weeks at Snt Mungo's were quite happy. Healer Sarah was with him almost constantly during the day. She wouldn't let any reporters or ministry workers in to remind him of his past.
For the first time in his life, he was allowed to choose what he ate and what he did, even if there wasn't much to choose from. When Father was around, Caith was never allowed to make his own choices. Father even choose the games he played. Here, Caith was even allowed to wander, though he choose to stay in his room, knowing that there would be questions and accusing stares outside.
Caith sat on the bed doing a puzzle in an old issue of the Quibbler. When Sarah walked in, he put the magazine aside. "Sarah... do I get to stay here?"
Sarah blinked. "Caith... what're you talking about?"
"I mean... I've never... well, I wanna know... do I get to stay here? Or do I have to leave?"
She ran her hand gently through his hair and sat down next to him. "No, deary. I'm sorry, but this is a place for sick people."
He blinked. He could've left after only a week, but Sarah somehow managed to let him stay. "I'm sick, now?"
"Well..." She bit her lip, trying to think of a good explaination.
Fear entered his eyes. "I don't wanna get in more trouble..."
"Don't worry, Deary. You won't." She sighed. "Well, the truth is, until a few hours ago, you didn't have anywhere else to go, so I decided that you could stay here."
"Oh... ok... where am I going?" Please... let it be someone I don't know... please...
"Lucius Malfoy is going to take you in..."
"NO!"
"Caith?"
"Sarah! I can't... I don' wanna! Please, please don't make me!"
"He won't hurt you, Caith. He wasn't himself when you knew him..."
"But... but..." Caith knows perfectly well that Lucius Malfoy was only truely himself with a group of death eaters, or on a mission from Father, but thanks to a well done spell, he can't give away any of Father's secrets, or any of the death eater's secrets. He leaned on Sarah, shuddering. "Please don't make me..."
She hugged him. "Don't be afriad. Mr. Malfoy will take good care of you. Zaira's already there."
His shuddering worsened. He's already got her... Tears formed in his eyes.