Chapter 15:

The next morning brought a quiet acceptance of what had happened in his therapy session with Sirius and Remus. Harry knew he was on his way to getting better, for good this time. With a little sigh Harry pushed himself out of bed and clambered to the showers down the hall. He didn't find it odd that he didn't pass any nurses or doctors along the way, Harry just figured one of the patients had gotten out of hand. In the shower room Harry stripped off his bed clothes and stepped into the small cubicle. The warm water sluiced over his tired and achy muscles, effectively waking him up. Halfway through shampooing his hair Harry heard a banging on the door. Although it wasn't locked, it was customary for anyone to knock before opening the door.

Harry had just managed to pull a towel around his waist before Dr. Benson walked into the room. One look at Harry and the Doctor's face immediately fell with relief. Harry, not quite knowing what to do just stared at the man. After a minute Dr. Benson nodded at him to finish his shower and walked out. Harry shrugged to himself before removing his towel and going back to his shower. Twenty minutes later he was dressed in loose gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt. Doubling checking he had cleaned up the area, Harry walked out of the shower room and back down the hall to his own room. Evan was now awake and staring at Harry.

"Damn, kid, you had everyone flipping out. No one knew where you were."

Harry shrugged, "I was in the shower. I didn't know it would cause and upset or I would have taken time to let someone know where I was. What was the big deal anyway?"

Evan dragged his hands over his face, "one of the new kids committed suicide last night. He hung himself with his bed sheets. When the doctors and nurses did rounds and couldn't find you they freaked. I guess they thought you'd gone to do the same."

"Oh," Harry didn't know what else to say.

Harry sat on his bed and just stared out into the hallway, wishing he had his sketch book. He was in the mood to draw, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a while. Dr. Benson walked into the room not long into Harry's contemplative silence. He'd had to shake the boy out of it. Harry blinked owlishly at him for a minute before ducking his head.

"Harry, I'm sorry I intruded in on your shower. I'm sure Evan explained what happened?" at Harry's nod the doctor continued, "We were all very upset when we couldn't find you. Next time inform someone as to where you're going, and if no one is around please wait. Okay?"

Harry nodded, "yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean to disappear. I just wanted a shower."

Dr. Benson smiled, "as is reasonable. Okay. You have a session with Sam in a few minutes. Why don't you head on down to his office. I'm sure he's waiting."

Harry didn't respond other than to get up and walk out the door. In a few minutes he was knocking on Sam's door. A second later the door was pulled open and Sam's smiling face greeted Harry. With a flourish of his arms he invited Harry into his office and told him to sit down. With a small shrug, Harry did just that. However, what he saw when he got into the office shocked him.

"Draco?"

Draco nervously ran a hand over his neck. He looked at Harry sheepishly, "Hi, Harry. How are you?"

To Draco it felt like Harry stared at him for an eternity before he threw his small body into Draco's lap. Harry shook with sobs, and Draco just held him while whispering comfortingly in Harry's ear. After several minutes, Harry's shakes and sobs subsided and he pulled back to look Draco in the face. Draco looked back mentally ticking off just how Harry looked. To Draco he seemed to look a hell of a lot better since the first time Draco had been to visit Harry in the facility. Harry had a small, albeit guarded, smile plastered on his face.

"Draco, what are you doing here?"

Draco sighed, "I had a long talk with my god father. He made me realize I have a tendency to run away from feelings I don't understand. Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive you? There's nothing to forgive you for, Draco. I'm just glad you're here. Please don't leave me again."

"Don't worry, Harry. I won't. Now, let's get this started. Sam?"

Harry blinked in shock; he had forgotten that he was supposed to have a therapy session. He climbed off Draco's lap and took his usual seat across from Sam. Harry fidgeted and kept looking over at Draco, as if to reassure himself that the blonde was still there. He missed Sam's smile.

"Okay, Harry. I just wanted to say good job yesterday. You really opened up to Sirius and Remus. I think it went well. You're doing much better. This past week you have shown some definite improvement. Keep it up and you'll be home in no time. However, I did have a plan for today. I didn't know Draco would be stopping by. I am going to continue with my prior plans; I think Draco being here will help more than hinder. Draco, I just ask that you do not interfere. I have my methods."

Draco and Harry nodded their assent before Sam got up and walked out of the office to call someone else into the room. Harry's eyes locked with Gabe's. For some reason, the boy Harry had once been completely in love with made him cringe in fear. Sam set up a chair next to Draco for Gabe to sit in. With stiff movements, Gabe sat down in the offered chair, however, he inched the chair further away from Draco in an obvious manner. Sam, once he felt everyone had settled, started speaking.

"Now, my original plan for today was to see how Gabe and Harry interacted with each other, but with Draco showing up, I've decided to try something different. Harry? I'd like you to tell me what you feel for Gabe. Can you do that?"

Harry nodded, "I loved Gabe once. He was my first everything. I think a part of me still loves him in some way. But he also scares me. I don't know why. I just get a scary vibe from him. Like he doesn't really love me, but he's after something I have."

Gabe growled, "I'm not going to stand for this shit. Harry, when you pull your head out of your ass, call me."

Harry flinched as Gabe stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He gave both Draco and Sam a wide eyed look. Draco looked guarded, and Sam looked displeased. Harry just shrugged. It was no loss to him. Not since he'd found Draco.

"Well, that was fun," Harry grinned.

Both Draco and Sam looked at Harry in shock. They had both expected Harry to have some type of relapse. Harry just shrugged and settled back into his seat.

"Harry, would you like to talk about what just happened?"

Harry shook his head, "nah. I think it's pretty self-explanatory, Sam. I don't really care much. I'm never going to call Gabe. My head is not up my ass. I know where I stand now. I want to get better and go home; for myself, Sirius, Remus, and Draco. Gabe is not in that equation. I'm okay with that."

Sam nodded, "okay, Harry, I trust and believe you. Now, as it is absolutely gorgeous out, why don't I give you and Draco a day pass. You too can hang out and talk," he looked at Draco, "I'm trusting you to bring him back before curfew. Eight o'clock. Got it?"

Draco nodded, "yes sir. Thank you. I will have him back before eight."

Draco stood up and held his hand out to Harry, who rose and took the pass before clasping Draco's hand in his own. The two of them went to Harry's room so he could change into jeans and then went to find Dr. Benson. Harry felt guilty about having scared the man earlier, he didn't really want to do it again. Dr. Benson was at the nurse's station discussing something with the head nurse. He looked up when he heard Harry and Draco approach.

"Ah, Harry. I trust you are doing well?"

Harry nodded, "yes, sir. I just wanted to tell you that Sam gave me a day pass. Is it okay if I leave with Draco? We promise to be back before curfew."

Dr. Benson looked at Harry's eager expression and nodded, "but first I'd like you to take your meds. Think you can do that?"

Harry nodded, but Draco spoke, "sir? Can you just make sure you don't give him anything that will make him drowsy? I have a motorcycle, not a car. I wouldn't want Harry falling off the back of the bike while I'm driving."

Dr. Benson chuckled, "of course. Harry come over here. I trust you'll take your meds in pill form now?"

"Yes, sir. No more injections, please. I've got so many bruises from them."

"Okay, Harry. But any signs of defiance and you'll be back to injections. Now, here, take these, I'll give you the others when you get back."

After Harry had obediently swallowed the medication and a critical inspection by Dr. Benson, Harry and Draco were walking out the doors to the facility and into the sunshine. Draco glanced at his watch, it was only three o'clock, and they had about four hours before he would bring Harry back. Now all he had to figure out was where were they going to go.