A/N Sorry it took so long, been busy. Gotta update something else today too.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

Save Me, No One

Chapter 13

'Healthcare in the wizarding world has always been a sore spot among Mediwitches and wizards. Most witches and wizards fail to take care of themselves, and often don't ask for help when injured. Aurors, Potions Masters, and Curse Breakers are often injured through their line of work, yet do not request help.'

Harry yawned. Yes, he wanted to become a Mediwizard, but reading all these boring texts and Medical journals was tedious and tiresome. They were just filled with long drawn out tales of how different diseases came to be and spirited debates over how to treat those particular ailments.

And then there were all the essays students studying as apprentices wrote. Since he wasn't an apprentice, he had to read through the long winded reports.

He sighed, tossing the reports aside, and picked up the daily prophet again. 'Minister Shacklebot Cleans Up Wizarding World: Umbridge sent to Azkaban'. Harry smiled.

'Hogwarts to Hire New Professors'. Harry sighed. He hated the fact that so many of the teachers were dead or fired or they quit.

He shook his head as he stood, stretching. He needed a distraction.

"Hello Ms. Malfoy," Harry smiled at the woman who was wearing olive green dress robes.

"Hello, Harry dear. I'm sorry, Draco isn't home." At Harry's raised eyebrow, she giggled girlishly. "He's out on a date. With Astoria."

Harry shook his head, smirking. "Shes good for him, I think."

Narcissa wrapped an arm around Harry, guiding him into the mansion. Unconsciously, the man leaned into the warming touch, causing Narcissa to frown, slightly. 'He's so starved for warmth and affection he accepts it from me!' Draco had informed her of the boy's glamours, and what had been under them. 'Draco only has a few scars, almost unnoticeable. But of course, he had me to help with his injuries. Harry probably had no one...'

When her son had told her of how the two of them had formed an uneasy friendship, she didn't believe him. After all, the blond boy had come home every year ranting and raving about 'Potter'. And then their enmity increased tenfold after Draco joined the Death Eaters.

'I didn't believe him when he said they made up... But of course, Harry did save both of us from Azkaban.' But it was when Draco told of the glamours and the wounds... Her motherly side took over, vowing to protect the young man.

"Are you all right? You look a bit peaky-"

"I've been studying," Harry said shortly. Narcissa's eyebrows drew together. After three months of getting to know the boy, she had found that when he talked like this, something was bothering him.

"What is wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, just being an overly sentimental Gryffandor, that's all." Harry winced, realizing he got that particular comment from Snape.

Narcissa shook her head. "You are a horrible liar Harry Potter."

He shrugged. "I dunno, I can-" he cut himself off.

There was a long silence. By now, Harry knew that, somehow, Draco and Narcissa had found out at least something about his old home life.

"Were you ever that close to Snape?" Harry asked slowly and deliberately, as though he wanted to know, but it pained him.

Narcissa considered the question. There was too much that she knew, too much she had done for the man, and he returned the favor.

"Not all that close... Not on a personal level anyway. But due to... circumstances... I did indeed know him well." Narcissa closed her eyes as a memory resurfaced...

***Flashback***

Narcissa looked in the room her husband exited. As normal, there was Severus.

She slipped in, as quiet and innocuous as a moth, kneeling next to the man who was breathing rapidly.

"You shouldn't have come," she hissed, glaring at the man as he sat up wincing. It was hard to look into his broken eyes and his red blotchy face and not feel guilt.

"I-I kn-know. Harder... 'raco... Though..." he wheezed out, shivering from the effects of the Cruciatus curse.

Narcissa shook her head. "Its my duty to look after Draco. I am his mother."

Severus stood unsteadily, grabbing his bleeding midsection. "You might wanna try actin like it zumthimes," Severus slurred, drugs still zooming around in his system.

Narcissa looked away, knowing it to be true. Lucius used to be happy, until around Draco's second year. Of course, the man had always been tough on their son, saying, "A Malfoy must be perfect. We are the waxy pore-free faces of society."

But whenever Draco messed up from that time onward, there was always consequences, usually a nice dose of torture curses. Every once in a while, the man would get physical, but he had a desk job. Not much exercise = not that fit.

But it wasn't until a little after the Dark Lord had risen that Lucius discovered Severus's true alliances. The younger man begged Malfoy Sr not to tell, saying he'd do anything. "Anything, hmm?" Lucius had replied, smiling maliciously.

It had been the dark haired man's screams, tears, and cries for mercy that the blond wanted. The seemingly endless nights of torture, the boiling water, the BAD touches, the knives, the needles, the drugs, the whips, the curses...

The only upside had been that Draco was left alone.

Severus could have stopped coming any time, Lucius was bored, worn out of the man. But he had to take care of Draco. Besides his obligation to save Potter, that was all he had.

Narcissa wrapped her arm around the man in tattered clothes, ignoring the motherly tears that welled in her blue eyes as he flinched. "P-Please don't t-tou-touch me. N-Not af-aft-ter..."

She nodded as she lead him out, handing him her hidden Medi-kit as he slipped away.

***End Flashback***

"I have a feeling that those circumstances, weren't the best..." Harry muttered.

A rage tore through Narcissa, a rage like none other. "DAMN LUCIUS!" she screamed, standing up and knocking a vase to the ground. "He just HAD to hurt everyone weaker than him! He. Ruined. EVERYTHING!"

She fell in a heap, crying, thinking about her son's lost childhood, her love and affection dimmed, and Severus destroyed.

Harry quickly helped the woman to her feet, and brought her to sit on the couch, before summoning a bowl of warm water and tweezers, along with disinfectant and wraps. With an amount of precision no eighteen year old should have, he plucked the glass shards from her hands, before washing them, applying the disinfectant and the bandages.

"Are you all right, Ms. Malfoy?" Harry asked, as the woman stared blankly at her now mummied-up hands.

She swallowed hard. "Now, I know you are training to he a Mediwizard and all, but no one without proper training should be able to manage this on their first try."

Harry shrugged, albeit rather stiffly. "It wasn't my first time."

Narcissa sighed. She wanted the boy to open up to her, but she knew it wouldn't be done easily. He seemed fine, perfectly sociable, having an apartment, planning for the future... But the boy HAD tried to kill himself earlier that summer. She wasn't sure as to the reasons why, but he couldn't have gone from a lonely depressed young man to a perfectly happy one. She imagined his mind was a mess, but he was pushing his problems back.

"When was your first time?" she asked, as Harry continued to look away. Se wanted to scream, 'LOOK AT ME!' She wanted him to look into her tired face and eyes to see the love the caring in them.

"I don't know."

There was silence.

"Harry, you know you can tell me anyth-"

"Its not important anymore. All right?" Harry growled.

Narcissa sighed, looking away. 'If only he let the Sorting Hat do its job, he would have been helped away from his home situation. Or at least the situation made to be tolerable. Oh, Severus...'

"Have you talked to Professor Snape recently?" she asked quietly, a worried, pained expression flittering across her features.

The boy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "No. And he's not a professor anymore. He quit."

Narcissa nodded. "I can see why. He was more or less forced to stay in that castle all the time, except for summer."

Harry's stomach lurched. "Did he have a house?"

She nodded. "Number 24 Spinners End, in Cokeworth. Its pretty far up North, a disgusting factory district." She scrunched up her nose.

Harry nodded, trying to remember where he heard that... Oh!

'I am in need of a job brewing potions. Contact at 24 Spinners End, Cokeworth through Floo. Send your owl for a résumé.'

Somehow, this made Harry feel uneasy. It seemed very unlike his teacher to do something like putting an advertisement for his skills in the Daily Prophet.

"Harry, dear? Is everything all right?" Narcissa asked, taking in the boy's creased facial expression.

"Uh, I don't know, really..." he muttered. The more he thought about his teachers words, the job begging, and Narcissa's worried expression when mentioning the man...

"I have to go," he said suddenly, apparating away before Narcissa could say another word.

A/N Lets take a trip to Spinners End... Review