The first thought that goes through Harry's mind is pain, so much pain. Which isn't new to him as he's always in pain. Usually inflicted by his uncle. He tries to roll over thinking that will relieve some of the throbbings of his side only to scream as he starts falling, hitting his head on the stone ground.
Harry doesn't think his pain could possibly get worse until the fall puts all pressure on his abused back and bottom. This time his scream is much louder and healers start rushing in.
It's only then that Harry even realizes that he's not in his bedroom at Privet Dr. anymore. Although the dead giveaway had to be the number of people rushing in. That and the fact he was sleeping peacefully for once.
Men and women all dressed in green robes flood into the room causing Harry to shrink back so that he's almost underneath the bed. He tries to make himself as small as possible as a million questions are shouted over each other.
"Enough!" a female voice from the back yells over all the chaos. "Everyone get out of these rooms and back to your stations," she commands.
Just as fast as everyone appears they seem to leave in the same haste. The room is soon empty of everyone except for Harry and who he guesses is the healer that yelled for everyone to get out.
"I'm Healer Emerson," she introduces herself. Harry tries to mentally prepare himself for when she inevitably tries to lift him onto the bed. To his shock, she actually crouches down and sits on the floor a few feet away. It's only now that Harry notices that he's curled himself into a ball.
In fact, now that the small Gryffindor isn't panicking and overwhelmed by pain— although it hasn't lessened he's just chosen to ignore it for the time being— Harry takes a good look at himself. With a cast going from his palm to his forearm of his left arm and another covering his right leg and foot along with a bandage along the whole length of his torso and countless bruises he's sure is all over his body, Harry is positive he makes the most pathetic picture imaginable.
"W-what happened? Where a-am I?" Harry's voice is croaky and a bit sore.
"You had a bit of an accident and had to be brought into St. Mungos. How are you feeling?" she questions, jerking Harry out of the inspection of his body.
How does he feel? He's most certainly confused. And sore. And achy. And his arm and leg are most definitely broken by the way they ache and throb with each beat of his heart.
"Fine," he doesn't look up, choosing instead to stare at the plaster that's covering his arm.
"Are any of your injuries bothering you?"
"W-When do I go b-back to my relatives?" Harry asks a question himself to deter some of the attention away from how he's feeling when he himself doesn't even know.
"We will discuss it when you're feeling a bit better. For now, I have a few visitors here that have come to see you. Do you think that will be ok?"
"Yeah, I guess," Harry answers thinking that somehow Ron or Hermione found out about his whereabouts and are here to see him or even Dumbledore came by to check on him. He is already coming up with excuses as to how he got his injuries.
Harry immediately regrets his train of thought.
To his shock and horror, Malfoy steps through the door almost as soon as Healer Emerson leaves.
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Draco can hardly believe the day he's having. Although he's never lost hope, he didn't really think that he'd ever see his little brother again, never mind that he'd turn out to be his school rival. Ex-school rival. Draco vowed as soon as he found out Potter is his long-lost brother to never bully or be mean to the not only smaller but younger child again.
Now, watching his mother race down the hallway with the rest of them following shortly behind, Draco doesn't believe he's ever seen either of his parents express so much emotion in such a public setting. When the small group arrives they are welcomed with the site of a mass group of healers in their rooms all basically tripping over each other to see what's wrong with his screaming baby brother. They could hurt Hadrian with their stampede.
"Enough!" Healer Emerson yells over the noise created by all the other healers crowding inside the room. "Everyone get out of these rooms and back to your stations," she commands. The mass is quick to obey her orders and soon dispersed as swiftly as they came together.
"I think it would be best if I assess him before you enter. It's nothing against you all," she quickly assures them once she sees the thunderous look on Lord Malfoy's face and the icy glare she is receiving from the lady of the house. "It's just something we do with all the patients. I'll send for you once I check his mental and physical state."
It's only a few seconds after she disappears into the room before Draco speaks up.
"I think it would be best if I went in first," he says to his parents. "Alone," he adds.
"What are you talking about, Dragon?" Narcissa looks at her oldest child in confusion. "We all must go in and see Hadrian. Do you not want that?"
"It's just that there was this rumor going around during the last few weeks of school," Draco shifts from one foot to the other looking between uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"Go on," his father urges looking between his family and the door that separates him from his youngest. "What was the rumor about? Why is it so important that's stopping us from seeing your brother?"
"It's just that some kids were going around saying Harry use to wake up screaming our name." Draco looks at his feet in shame before quickly meeting his father's eyes once more. "And I use to make fun of him for it."
Lucius is stunned into silence. Although it makes perfect sense after the events of last year and the whole Dobby incident that Harry would have some sort of fear of Lucius, but to wake up screaming is a problem of its own. No wonder Draco is so hesitant. The boy would probably have a panic attack if he were to see the older blonde first. Especially in his weakened state.
It is for that reason that Lucius allows his heir to enter the room without him or his wife in order to keep his youngest calm.
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"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry sneers as he scoots closer to the bed all the while struggling to get up with only one hand and one foot. There is no way he's allowing the Malfoy spawn to see him like this. "You can't make me feel any worse than I already do so you can just get out and leave me alone."
"Harry, let me help you," Draco doesn't pause in his steps to get to Harry before reaching down to ultimately pick him up and set him onto the bed. Only to be stopped by the child's violent flinch.
"No! L-leave m-me alone, Malfoy!" Harry shouts to get Malfoy to back off before finally getting some leverage from the bed. With much more effort than it should have taken Harry is able to lift himself and sit on the edge of the bed. "Why are you here?"
"I came to see you," Draco tells the truth, every good Slytherin knows that the perfect lie is one told with partial truths. He can't wait to teach his little brother this along with other important knowledge such as where the house elves put away most of the sweets.
"To make fun of me?" Harry practically snarls, wincing immediately afterward at his jarred ribs. "T-to see perfect Potter as his lowest? To s-see... T-to w-watch... To" Harry suddenly can't breathe all that well. He keeps imagining Draco telling all of Slytherin about this visit and how pathetic he is and how weak he looks and...
"Harry, sweetie, can you look at me?" a new female voice says right next to him.
"I need you to breathe for me, calm down. Just breathe and..."
"Stop! L-l-leave me a-alone! I can't... I-I can't..." He can't breathe or think or escape. Or breath. He can't breathe.
"Potter!" Draco finally exclaims knowing that he'll be in trouble for this later but also realizing how much his mother needed to be around her recently found child as much as he needs her. "Is that any way to speak to a lady? It's abundantly clear that you know nothing of being a proper gentleman." He allows his mask to fall perfectly in place.
This stops Harry. He can be kind and act just as much of a gentleman as any Malfoy. "Y-yes I do," is how he answers instead, focusing his attention on the brat that dared insult his mannerism instead of his now receding panic attack.
"Then you should know to offer the lady in the room the best seat in order to make a good first impression. You do want to make a good first impression of my mother, don't you? It would be a shame if this meeting went similar to that of my father's" The blonde rolls his eyes for show internally hating himself a bit when Harry's features first turn fearful but it quickly changes to unsure. He has him right where he wants him.
Lucius is unsure about where this conversation is going but trusts in his oldest enough to not interfere. Instead, he chooses to enter the room at that point but takes a seat close to the door in case his presence brings about more distress. It comes to a huge shock when little Hadrian shifts over in the bed and offers a spot to Narcissa.
"W-w-would," he closes his eyes as he takes a few deep breaths while wiping his eyes before speaking once more. "Would you care to sit, Lady Malfoy?" he says slowly and without stuttering. She gracefully takes the child up on his offer all the while starting up a conversation about how he's doing. Harry seems to thrive under her attention opening up enough to admit to the dull throb in both his wrist and ribs. Emerson is soon called in against Harry's wishes, not wanting to be a bother.
"Nonsense sweetheart, we wouldn't want you in any pain if it can be helped." Unfortunately, the potions she tries administering do little to soothe his pain.
After a while longer of Harry and Narcissa talking with Draco eventually joining in with the two, the two blondes notice Harry's eyes drooping every few minutes before he blinks them awake.
"If you are tired, honey, you can lay down," Narcissa tries to soothe him into a more comfortable position but he only shrugs her hands off.
"No, thank you," he rubs his eyes in a futile attempt to wake himself up. "'M not sleepy." Lucius can't help but smile at his youngest antics from his spot across the room. He can't wait for the day that Harry comes to either him or Narssica to be put to bed when he's tired.
"It's alright sweetheart," Narcissa heaves the much too small child onto her lap where his head is laying in her bosom and legs wrapped across her lap causing Harry to squeak at the new position. "You must be exhausted, baby. You can rest your eyes for a little while." Harry struggles weakly against the gentle arms cradling him. All he desires is to melt into her but the mini Gryffindor knows this isn't something he should want. Lady Malfoy isn't his mother nor should he act like she is.
"No. 'M not a ba-by" his words are broken apart by a loud yawn before finally succumbing to sleep. Lulled by the gentle pats to his bottom as Mrs. Malfoy swayed back and forth to ease his slumber. No one says a word as they watch the newest member of their family being comforted by the matriarch nor when his hand snakes up and grips a part of her robes. Lucius just pulls his chair closer as Draco settles in next to his mother and baby brother.