"You leave me here every night, Potter. No point asking me that, now," Draco snorted.
                              
"I meant your shoulder."
                              
"Oh..." he said, moving it. "Yeah, it feels great. Thanks."
                              
"Yeah... it's mainly just your hips left and working out the soreness. Give me a week and you'll be practically pain-free."
                              
Draco looked at him with watery eyes. "Thank you."
                              
"You're welcome, Draco. I'll see you tomorrow."
                              
"Okay, Harry. Have fun playing Dragons and Wizards."
                              
Harry smiled at him and walked out the door. Draco didn't push him to talk about what happened five years ago. He didn't bring it up, again, since that night. He thought that maybe Draco was just letting the matter settle a bit. Harry had felt good, really good about telling someone, like it wasn't consuming him. Plus, Joel was a smart kid. He could probably figure out what had happened. Harry wasn't looking forward to that conversation.
                              
Joel hadn't stopped by, but that wasn't surprising. Most trainers work their peons as much as possible, under the guise of training. It was free labor to do the unwanted tasks that healers hate doing. Filing, sample draws, cleaning and dealing with family members of the patients. Harry hated it when he went through, especially when some went either full-fanatic mode or just wanted to make him suffer for being famous. They had obviously been channeling Snape.
                              
In the areas he struggled in, he was ridiculed and laughed at, instead of taught. He vowed never to treat others like that. He was glad that Joel had grown under him. Not the scampering adolescent that first came to his ward, but now a head-high intern, full of curiosity and strangely sage advice. Joel wouldn't be afraid to speak up anymore.
                              
Pratt had lumbered down from his high office to scream about Joel's evaluation, and Harry told him to go stuff his butt and if he wanted an eval, he should have asked for one beforehand. Harry had guessed that he did need to do one, but made a point that this was his first trainee and how the hell would he know what was needed. Harry spent a good part of the day writing his eval and sent Joel a copy, too. He wanted him to know that his attention to detail and willingness to learn new tasks was greatly appreciated.
                              
The next day, Pratt had grudgingly sent a parchment form filled with some kind of numbering system that lacked any intrinsic valve. Ten out of ten for potential. One out of ten for bowing down to the ruling elite. Harry laughed at that made-up question. He scored Joel in the highest percentages and attached a reference sheet for his justifications. For good measure, he sent a copy to Joel, again. He didn't trust Pratt to give feedback. Harry thought everyone needed to know their strengths and weaknesses.
                              
Harry flooed into his best friends' house and was promptly greeted by his niece and nephew. "Uncle 'Arry!" they cried and hugged him. He gave them big, tight hugs.
                              
"You know... you don't greet us like that when we come home!" Ron grumbled.
                              
"We see you every day though!" Hugo said.
                              
Harry laughed and picked them both up. Rose squirmed, "Uncle, I'm not a kid! Babies get picked up!"
                              
"I like getting picked up, and I'm not a baby!" Hugo said, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.
                              
"Yeah, you are! You're my baby brother!"
                              
"Am not!
                              
"Are too!"
                              
"Am not!"
                              
"Kids!" Hermione called out from the kitchen. "Stop arguing!"
                              
"Yes, momma!" Rose said, and leaned into Harry, who would protect her from his mother's wrath.