"She will?"
                              
"Nat said that they would find others to help. The ones that like you and heard what you said in the cafeteria that day. They'll stay with him."
                              
Harry's mouth opened. "I don't know... what to say...."
                              
"Harry, you're a natural leader, and you aren't afraid to intercede on their behalf. They notice, even if you don't work with them on a regular basis. Why do you think that I was so helpful when I first come here? You're a legend. Not just cause you're the Chosen One, but because you're a damn good healer and don't mind telling the other healers to shove it. Healer Bones ranted about you all the time, but her wardens would do nothing but praise you as soon as she stepped off."
                              
Harry closed his mouth, touched. "I just... never noticed. I don't like treating people... like I have been treated."
                              
Joel nodded. "And that makes it so much more impressive. You just want to help people and refuse to bow to anyone."
                              
Harry blushed. "I don't want people to notice me. I feel... nervous."
                              
"I know, but go. Freshen up and do your appointments. I'll give Draco the potions, and Cass will stay with him. He'll understand, Harry, and you won't set him off by getting upset."
                              
Harry nodded and gave Draco one last look, before Apparating straight out of the ward to his house. He rubbed his face where Joel had hit him. It wasn't exactly a sound method of breaking one out of hysterics, but it worked. He showered and came to work like normal. He saw no strange looks in the lobby and went upstairs to his ward.
                              
"Harry," Nat called when she saw him and gave him a hug. "Cass is with him." She got another warden to stay with him after lunch, too. She said that he will swear himself to secrecy. "We won't leave him alone, okay?"
                              
"Nat... thank you."
                              
"Anything for you. Just... talk to him for a bit and go do your appointments."
                              
Harry nodded and went to talk to Draco. It was awkward with Cass there, but he managed some words out. Draco didn't move. Harry went to his appointments, ate lunch, visited Draco. Cass went home when he left for his afternoon appointments and the other guy came. Harry occasionally looked in and vaguely recognized him, but didn't go in. At four, he came back and met the sullen-looking warden who was staring at Draco, with tears coming out.
                              
"Oh... Healer Potter, I didn't hear you. Sorry... I'm not much of a talker, much less to Draco."
                              
Harry's eyebrows raised. No one called him Draco. He was trying to place where he knew him from.
                              
"I was a Slytherin?" the warden offered, and then the dots connected. He played quidditch.
                              
"Harper... right? You were a seeker? Sorry, I didn't know it was you."
                              
"It's okay. We only played one game. Draco was a legend in our house. It's... terrible... that he..." the Slytherin trailed off and turned back to stare. "You don't have to worry about me telling anyone, Healer Potter."
                              
"It's Harry," he whispered.
                              
The Slytherin gave him a look. "Thanks, Harry. They were right about you. You are taking care of him, right?"
                              
"I'd protect him with my very life. I don't like leaving him alone."
                              
"That's good. I got to go. I'll be back tomorrow after lunch for a few hours. Cass said it's important to you that he isn't alone. So, I'm willing to sit with him."
                              
"Thank you. I appreciate it. Draco does, too," Harry said, quietly.
                              
"It's worth doing. Goodnight, healer."