As soon as Draco stepped out of the elevator, he knew who his patient was, without a doubt. The pure magic saturating the hallway was strong and familiar. Not many people he knew were that strong. He hurried to the source of the magic- and the screams.
Cautiously, Draco opened the door. The man inside was magically bound to the bed. Random objects flew around the room in a violent whirlwind. Glass littered the floor where the windows had shattered.
"TOM! Fight me like a man! RIDDLE!" the man screamed, straining at the restraints. Blood ran down his wrists as he began to screech in Parseltongue. Draco cleared his throat, and the man sharply turned in his direction. "Who's there?" he growled.
"The better question, Potter, is where is here?" Draco sneered.
"The dungeons of your Manor." Harry snapped. "Duh." Draco snorted. "What's so funny Malfoy?"
"'Duh' is not a word. Who taught you English? They should be punished."
"Do you ever use contractions?" Harry snapped.
"Not usually." Draco said, smoothly. "So, do you hurt anywhere?"
Harry snorted this time. "Why do you care?"
"I don't. however, I was given the job to heal you."
"Ah. The Dark Lord has spoken, so you must obey. Just like with Rowle, right?" Harry sneered.
Draco flinched, thankful the Potter was blind so he couldn't see how his words affected him. "How did you know about that?" he asked darkly.
"I saw it. From Riddle's point of view."
"Wonderful." Draco spat. "Now answer the question. Do you have any injuries?"
"Why would I tell you? You're just going to report any to Riddle so he can use them against me WHEN HE FINALLY FIGHTS ME INSTEAD OF HIDING LIKE THE COWARD HE IS!" Harry screamed, thrashing again.
Draco sighed and waited for him to calm again. It didn't take as long as Draco expected. Potter relaxed, panting heavily. "Fine then Potter. I will assume you have no injuries. Do you want to bathe?" Draco asked.
"….yes." Harry nearly whispered.
Draco breathed out silently in relief. "Very well. I will release you and take you to the showers if you swear not to attack anyone or try to run. Otherwise, I will Scourgify you here."
"I swear." Harry said quickly. "Only you though. No one else can touch me. No one else can see me."
"Fine." Draco undid the bonds, and helped him up. He was unsteady, but upright, stepping carefully. "Put your hand on my shoulder. I will lead you to the bathroom." Draco said, as he cleared a path on the floor since Harry had no shoes. Carefully, they made their way to the bathroom. Harry dropped his hand and waited. Severally seconds passed before Draco said, "Well? What are you waiting for?"
"Aren't you leaving?"
"No. I can not just leave you here, alone. You might run, or kill yourself somehow."
"I can't die until Voldemort is dead." Harry said resignedly. He stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. Then, he began throwing his clothes over the rod. Nearly an hour later, he shut the water off. "Malfoy? What am I suppose to where? The shower will be pointless if I put those clothes back on."
Draco tossed a towel over the rod. "I have a robe for you." Harry stepped out with the towel around his waist and Draco had to suppress a gasp. Harry was skeletal, not skinny, and scarred terribly. When he walk, he limped to the left to compensate for his knee which was twisted slightly. Draco moved his gaze to Harry's face and snorted in amusement.
"What?" Harry snapped self-consciously. Now that it was clean, his hair puffed out in tangled mats, as did his beard.
"You look like Hagrid." Draco said, amusement lacing his words.
"Can… will you cut it?"
"Sure. You need to shave as well."
"Yes. Because that's a good idea." Harry said sarcastically, but bitterness laced his words in undertone. Draco thought, debating with himself.
"I suppose I could do that as well." he won the debate. As always. He sat Harry down on the toilet and conjured scissors, a razor, a brush, and a comb. "Sit still." he ordered.
Carefully, Draco brushed Harry's hair, cutting out most of the mats. Then, he styled it. He left it sort of long, reaching the nape of his neck- and nowhere near as long as his own. His reached his lower back in a ponytail- and his bangs were arranged out of his face. Then, Draco carefully shaved away Harry's beard. Now that Draco could see properly, he couldn't cover his gasp of shock.
"I'm not so pretty now, am I?" Harry spat bitterly.
"Salazar…." Draco breathed. A thick gash stretched for temple to temple, cutting through Harry's eyes, which were a milky green- a far cry from the vivid emerald they used to be. Other lines crisscrossed his cheeks and nose, and his right ear was nicked, missing a vee. "What happened?" Draco asked.
"Like you don't know." Harry spat.
"Humor me." Draco said emotionlessly.
"Greyback." Harry snapped.
"Do you….are you…" Draco floundered, searching for a way to put it delicately.
"Yes. I was infected. I change on the full moon."
"I will start brewing the Wolfsbane Potion immediately. The full moon is not for another two weeks, I should have time."
Harry sighed in relief. "Thank you… I guess. Can you tell me something?"
"Maybe." Draco said carefully. "It depends on what you want to know."
"Are Ron and Hermione safe? And Neville, Luna, Ginny, Remus, Sirius, Teddy, Fred, George-"
"As far as I know." Draco interrupted. "I will do some digging to find out. Now answer this. How old are you?"
"17." Harry said, eyebrows furrowed. "The same as you."
Draco nodded once, almost sadly. "Here.' he tossed a white patient robe on Harry's lap and turned around.
"Done." Harry said calmly. Draco turned around in time to see Harry freeze. "Where is my cloth?" he asked, panic in his voice as he felt around the floor with his feet. "No one can know!" he exclaimed, searching frantically. "I need it!" his magic was throwing things again as his panic escalated.
"Harry, calm down." Draco said soothingly. He picked up the scrap of black velvet and pressed into Harry's hand. "Let me clean it first. Alright?"
Harry nodded stiffly and everything dropped in time. Draco cast the strongest Scourgify he could and handed it back. Harry aptly retied it around his eyes. Draco grabbed his hand and led him back to his room. "I will not bind you again if you stop attacking everything that enters the room."
"Unless it's Riddle or Greyback." Harry bargained.
"Unless it's the Dark Lord or his pet." Draco agreed. "Someone will bring you something to eat soon. It looks like it has been entirely too long since you last ate an actual meal." he said as he started to leave.
Harry caught his robe sleeve on complete luck. "Will… will you be back?"
"In the morning. Perhaps sooner."
"Alright." Harry said wit relief, and dropped his hand. Draco started for the door again. He opened it and was about to close it when he stopped. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm 26." With that, he shut the door, a small smirk on his face as he walked away, Harry's screams of pain and terror following him.
Hello! Ravenstar here. This is a story I started one day in Spanish class, and it took off. It was suppose to be a one-shot, but it grew too long. I have 35 notebook pages and it's still not done, but I wanted to post it anyway. Up to this point, it's only notebook page 5. :D
Thanks to all my reviewers and alerters already! I didn't think I'd get so many so soon!
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Kaitlyn0- thanks. I'm glad you like it. I tried to make it as original as possible. The more original a story, the more intriguing I find it.
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