A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the others, but it's kind of the left over stuff from the last chapter which was getting too long so I made it two chapters. Thank you soooo much to everyone who reads and reviews. I work really hard on this fic and it means a lot that you guys enjoy it. This chapter is for my guest reviewer who asked me to update faster. Fast enough? lol

Lots of love ~Kash

I threw up to the point I began throwing up the bile in my stomach, then eventually just a dry heave when there was nothing left. I felt someone place a towel over my head and shoulders and then hit me with a warming charm before siphoning away the remnants of my breakfast. I saw Teddy and my Aunt hurrying away before I had a chance to thank them for taking care of me.

Suddenly my wand was being thrust into my face and I looked up to see a concerned Malfoy looking at me as though I might explode. As I snatched my wand from his grasp, I laughed internally realizing he knew me a little better than I thought, because I was about to explode.

I pointed my wand at my broken foot and muttered Brackium Emendo, healing the broken bones instantly. Though my foot would still be tender and swollen for a few days, this didn't stop me from getting in his face, my anger at its full force.

"I don't need your damn help Malfoy! How dare you ignore me for two months, and then try to act like we are best bleeding buddies! You can take the act and shove it up your arse!"

He raised one eyebrow at me looking as though I was merely annoying him with my angry outburst. "Well Potter, the next time you are falling to your death, I will be sure to just let you fall since it was such an inconvenience for you," he drawled sarcastically.

I growled at him getting closer, "Yes! You should have let me fall! I would rather have lost by my own merit than to have everyone thinking I only made it through because you took pity on me!"

He rolled his eyes at me in a nonchalant manner, "I don't think saving your life would count as taking pity on you."

I shook my head feeling anger and frustration taking over me, "This is exactly what I was trying to get away from. I don't need another person who thinks I need protecting. I can take care of myself!"

"I know you can! That doesn't mean you don't need a little help every now and then!" He yelled back finally losing his calm demeanor. He looked at me forlorn, but as though he did understand before replying so quietly I just barely heard it, "Your eyes have bits of blue swirled in with the green. I never noticed it before."

It was then that I realized how close we were. So close in fact that our noses were almost touching. I blushed deep red and backed away. When I looked around I realized everyone had been watching. In my embarrassment I stormed away to the hospital wing, not bothering to listen to my scores.

When I entered the hospital wing I was surprised to see LaRoux huddled over a bed whispering quickly in broken sentences. She was wet and shaking, still in her shorts and top. I felt a dry heave come up again as I remembered Jack and walked quickly over to see if that was in fact him she was poring over.

He was laying there still as death with bandages around his head and some contraption around his chest. I gave a silent thanks to Merlin that he was obviously still alive, but I had to wonder at what costs.

On the screen in the corner they were showing the scores for the tournament for what looked like a second time. Next to Jacks name were red slashes and it made my heart ache once again. Des received a 27. Nic received a 45. LaRoux received a 30. Malfoy received a 50. Last was my name at 42. Looking at the scores I was sure Malfoy had received extra points for saving me, as well as LaRoux losing points for cheating, but I wonder what transpired to leave Des with the lowest score.

"I thought I would be seeing you in here soon, nasty break for your foot. Please sit so I can take a peek at it," I heard a raspy male voice say.

LaRoux turned finally realizing my presence. She scowled deeply at me before knocking my shoulder hard in passing when she stormed away.

"Nasty piece of work that one was, pulling on your broken ankle like that," said the man addressing me again.

So it had been her who had tried to drag me back down. I can't say I'm too surprised. I turned to look at the man who had spoken to me twice now. As he was the only person bustling around the room, I had to assume he was the resident healer.

I stuck my hand out to him, "Hello. I'm Lily."

He smiled at me with darkened and yellowed teeth, "Yes I know who you are dear. I am Bael Aza. You can call me Bae. Please have a seat on one of the beds so we can take care of that foot for you."

I sat on one of the nearest beds as he began searching through a bin full of potions. He wasn't a handsome man, I wouldn't even call him average looking. He had a sallow complexion with dark circles rimming his black beady eyes. His dark lips were thin and cracked and his teeth were rotted through. His shoulder length black hair was greasy and missing in patches and he walked with a limp and hunched back. I was skeptical of his ability to heal anyone when he looked like he was hardly healthy himself.

He handed me an olive green vile of potion before he began prodding my foot.

"Tell me when it hurts," he said as he wiggled my toes and pushed my foot backwards and forwards then left and right.

He looked at me astounded, "I could have sworn the bones in your foot and ankle were completely crushed. It appears somehow you have either been healed or I was incorrect in my original assumption."

I shrugged thinking nothing of it, "I healed it when I got my wand back. It is still quite tender, but the bones are back intact at least."

He clapped smiling at me, "Well that is extraordinary Lily. That is a very difficult spell. I have to say I am quite impressed."

I nodded my head in thanks not wanting to talk about it further. "Is Jack going to be alright?"

He looked solemn then, "Well, it was quite the nasty fall. There was a cushioning charm placed on the ground in the area to keep you all from immediate death but the impact of a fall from that high was enough to have broken all of his bones and permanently damage some of his vital nerves. We are working on some of our most complicated healing spells. But I am afraid, even with magic that he may never walk again."

My heart stopped. I'm sure it did, because I could no longer feel it beating in my chest. I have heard of things of that nature happening in the muggle world; but never have I heard of magic not being able to fix something other than death.

I felt arms encircle me as I let out a hard sob.

"It is alright Lily dear. It is alright to be afraid and upset. But remember that he is still alive and that is something to be grateful for," said the raspy voice of Bae.

I nodded again not being able to speak for fear of releasing another series of sobs.

He held my hands and looked into my eyes, "Make sure you take that potion it will make you feel better. Then come back and see me tomorrow okay."

He didn't wait for my response before shuffling over to where Jack was laid.

I walked quickly to my room throwing the things I was holding on my bed. I walked into my bathroom and was shocked at the reflection looking back at me. My hair was still in its bun but the deep red was barely noticeable it was caked with so much mud. Every inch of me was muddy and my eyes were bloodshot from crying. My shorts looked more like underwear as I had ripped the legs for my bandage and I was covered in angry red scratches. With my one boot on I looked a fright. I removed the clothing, throwing them into the trash and ran a hot bubbly bath. I took my potion, slipped in the water, and holding my breath went under.

I felt at peace. I felt true calm come over me and I realized that must have been what the potion was for.

As I held my head under water I heard a voice calling my name. I tried to ignore it but it was getting closer and closer until it was right in my doorway.

I popped up gasping and pushing my wayward hair out of my face. There in the doorway with his head down stood a blushing Malfoy. He had on different clothes and his wet hair clung to his head looking freshly washed.

"What in the bloody hell do you want now?" I said exasperated. I was a lot less angry than I would have been which I attributed to the potion.

"Sorry! You disappeared and I got worried," he said quickly still standing in my doorway.

He looked so sweet then making me think painfully of Jack. I figured I needed to apologize for attacking him earlier.

"Sit," I sighed nodding my head to the toilet next to the tub.

He looked hesitant at first but sat down eventually looking everywhere but at me.

I rolled my eyes at his uncomfortable twitching, "It's not like you can see anything with all the bubbles."

He looked directly at me then arching one platinum eyebrow, "It's almost like you want me to look."

I blushed deeply ignoring his statement, "Look I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to go off on you like that. I just don't want people to look at me like a weak link."

He looked surprised, "don't apologize. I am the one who is sorry. I was really… hurt by what you said about Flint."

I went to explain myself but he put his hand up telling me to stop before continuing.

"I have been best friends with Flint all of my life. I wasn't very fond of him growing up. He was always slightly…off. However he was the only friend I had. I was so excited to go to Hogwarts. I dreamed of all the friends I would make and the adventures I would have. But before I even stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express I was met with trepidation and hostility for crimes I didn't commit. At eleven years old I was called a death eater and a snake. No one wanted to be friends with the son of the man who had tried to stop the great Harry Potter; whose family was on the wrong side of the war. My dreams were crushed, but luckily I never had to be alone. Flint stood up for me and stood by my side throughout it all. So I have come to regard him like family, because he is to me."

I shook my head still not fully understanding, "but he is just evil. Something about him is just mean and vile. I don't understand how you can just look past that."

He looked at me with a sad smile in his grey eyes, "It's not about looking past it. When you love someone, truly, you don't try and look past there flaws. You love the flaws as much as you love the good things; simply because it's a part of who they are."

He got up and walked away then shutting the door quietly behind him.

I sat there feeling like there was something I still didn't understand. I never thought about how hard it must have been for the children of the death eaters. I always thought of the war from my own family's perspective. I spent so much of my life brooding about being the regaled daughter of Harry Potter that I never considered the struggles people like Malfoy had to face.

I remember seeing him on the platform when I was 9 years old he was standing with his parents, looking so young and afraid. I remember my uncle talking loudly telling Rose to stay away from him and to beat him at everything. I didn't understand then. He was such a sweet looking boy, much like Aries. I smiled at him feeling as though I was making up for my uncle being rude, but I had no idea how deep it really went.

I remember how Professor Krum had reacted to him upon hearing his last name and how Malfoy had become cold instantly; or how when Guru Besar asked who we were he responded that he was the son of a death eater. No wonder he had been so angry with me. I had thrown in that Flint was the son of a death eater but what did I really know about him or his family before I had judged him. And in judging him I was really judging everyone who wasn't on "the right side" of the war, even people like Malfoy who had no part in it to begin with.

I quickly threw on my robe and ran across the hall to Malfoy's room not bothering to knock. He turned around abruptly shocked at the intrusion but before he had a chance to say anything I wrapped him in a tight hug. He was tense at first but then he hugged me back just as fiercely.

"I am so sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve it." I said softly.

He went to speak but I shook my head placing my hand to his mouth.

"And I'm sorry about what I said about Flint. Not only because he is your friend, but because I was judging a situation I don't fully understand. He didn't choose to be the son of a death eater anymore than I chose being the daughter of the boy who lived. None of us get to choose where we come from only where we are going, so I am truly sorry."

He looked at me then with the softest look I have ever seen grace his features and I felt as though it was his eleven year old self who responded, "Thank you."