"Draco Malfoy?" Harry gasped. Malfoy only nodded with a painful expression on his face.
"You know this man?" Larson asked in puzzlement but Harry ignored him and continued to loosen the ropes that bound Malfoy to the chair.
"Why won't the two of you go outside and call an ambulance", Harry spat out in annoyance. He had to get them out of there so he could use his wand. Larson nodded and dragged Moore along with him. With the muggles out of sight Harry used his wand to loosen the ropes, not willing to vanish them because keeping them as evidence seemed to be the smart thing to do.
Malfoy shrugged and almost fell out of the chair but Harry cought him before he hit the dirty floor.
"You alright?" Harry asked and looked at Malfoy all sympathetic. Malfoy seemed unwilling to look at Harry's face and only lowered his head to stare at his hands once more. Harry felt really sorry for the man and swept his gaze around the room looking for Malfoy's clothes. There were none.
"We have to get you to out of here, can you stand?" Harry asked and wrapped his hands around Malfoy's shoulders, urging him to try to stand up. Malfoy tried but couldn't. Harry sighed and cast a Weightless Charm on Malfoy and picked him up. He heard Malfoy sigh, it was probably good to be held after sitting naked on a chair for god knows how many hours.
When Harry made is way out of the warehouse the ambulance was already parked outside. Thank god for that, because the Weightless Charm was slowly wearing off Malfoy.
Three men rushed out of the ambulance with a medical cart and Harry put Malfoy carefully down. When Malfoy was safely on the cart Harry muttered the counter charm and felt a rush of relief when the cart lowered under Malfoy's full weight.
Ten minutes later Harry found himself sitting beside Malfoy's bed in St. Mungo's. He had pursued the ambulance driver to drive them to St. Mungo's and then he oblivated the men's memories before he entered the building with Malfoy floating in front of him. Malfoy had lost consciousness on their way to the wizarnding hospital but now he was starting to wake up.
"Malfoy, can you hear me?" he asked and put his hands on Malfoy's face. It was cold. Malfoy's eyes started to open. They were slightly unfocused.
"Wh, what? Where am I?" Malfoy's voice was hoarse.
"Sssssh, let your voice recover. You are safe at St. Mungo's. I found you bound to a chair in a deserted warehouse but you're alright now. The healers said you'll be fine." Harry watched Malfoy drift back to sleep and saw an obvious relief cross Malfoy's features.
Two days later Malfoy was fully recovered.
"So, Malfoy, do you remember why you were bound to that chair?" Harry asked and leaned back in his own chair.
"Honestly, no, not really", Malfoy answered before continuing, "though, I'm quite sure that I didn't do that to myself."
Harry leaned forward and looked at Malfoy across the table. They were in the interrogation room at the police station. Malfoy looked odd in muggle clothes. He was also unusually pale with now healing wounds covering his face. The healers weren't able to heal them without leaving scars so Malfoy had to wait and see if his perfect face escaped permanent damage.
"Well, obviously someone did torture you and leave you behind but why don't you remember?"
"I don't know. Maybe I don't want to remember", Malfoy made a face of disgust that reminded Harry of the boy he used to hate. But now, of course, everything had changed. They were all grown up and Harry was too mature to let childhood rivals affect his case.
"Right, but is there anything you remember?" Harry asked while looking Malfoy in the eyes.
"Well… I remember glimpses of pain", he made a face again, "I remember being dragged… into one of those muggle cars… but I don't know why." Malfoy looked at his hands which were covered with white bandages. "The Healers told me that I had been beaten with some sort of poisoned… whip… and they can't heal my wounds without leaving nasty scars."
"And your wand?" Harry asked with sympathy twisted in every word.
"I found it in my flat, I guess I was kidnapped and hadn't a chance to grab my wand." Malfoy looked puzzled.
"Well at least you have it, something that can't be said about your clothes."
"I don't care about my clothing". Malfoy pointed out.
"Right… uhm, I guess were done here…" Harry started out before he was interrupted.
"Why are you a muggle detective?" Malfoy asked, an obvious curiousness crossed his features.
"I…" Harry had to think about that one for a moment, "I wanted to become an auror but… I think I'm too famous in that world." Harry finished. Why did Malfoy even care about his profession?
"And since when did that become a bad thing, Potter?" Now Malfoy was starting to act like his normal old self. Harry sighed and stood up.
"We're done here Malfoy", he said as he opened the door to escort Malfoy out. Harry noticed that one of the secretaries was staring at Malfoy with a dreamy expression. He smiled, Malfoy did look good in those muggle clothes, it was almost unfair. At least he has ugly wounds on his face.
When they made it to the glass doors that led out to the noisy streets of London Malfoy suddenly turned around to look at Harry's face.
"Uhm… thank you… I guess," Malfoy started, "… for saving me, you know".
Was Malfoy nervous?
"It was nothing, really", Harry stated.
"Well, it's the second time you do that you know. If you continue that way I'm going to be in a large debt". Malfoy laughed like Harry had never heard him laugh before, it was almost friendly.
"It's just…"
"…Your thing, isn't it? Saving people?" Malfoy interrupted. Harry had no idea how to respond to those questions. What was Malfoy playing at? They stood there for an awkward moment but then Malfoy shrugged and exited the building.
AN: Sorry for having this chapter so short. Next chapter will be longer, I promise :) Please review because I can't improve if no one points out my flaws.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the OC's. They belong to J.K. Rowling. But all other characters, along with the plot, belong to me :D