Harry shook his head, but slowly met his eyes. "No more pain?"
                              
Draco wasn't sure if Potter was asking about his own pain or not. "No more pain..." he promised. "I will make it all stop."
                              
He rocked back and forth and shook his head. The potion was in control. "Fix head, too?"
                              
He hummed. "Yeah... we'll do that, too."
                              
Potter's dilated eyes met his, again. "You went in again. You told me I could trust you."
                              
"You can, Harry. I promise."
                              
Harry looked at him and nodded. "Heal."
                              
Draco repressed a sigh. They needed to work on basic communication skills. Draco slowly pulled out his wand, and when Harry looked away, he healed his arm. It took an hour to calm him enough to get him back in bed and another hour to lie down. Harry's head was on the pillow, and he was staring at him. Draco went back to updating his chart, and Potter shook every so often.
                              
Potter whispered. "I felt your... mind."
                              
Draco put down his quill and gave him a look. "Yes?"
                              
"It was... you... were open. Good intentions... you're... not bad. Not like... Snape or Voldemort."
                              
Draco raised his eyebrows. He understood what Harry meant. Aunt Bellatrix and his father felt like demons, pure evil. Harry did not have that aura. "No, I'm not. I do want to help you, Harry," he said, looking directly at him.
                              
Potter's eyes weren't dilated anymore as they stared back. "Can you really fix me?"
                              
Draco met his eyes. "I can. Do you want to talk about it?"
                              
"Talk?"
                              
"About... how to treat you?"
                              
Potter bit his lip. "No one ever talks to me about it... just... calm down and don't do things."
                              
"Harry, you are just as sane as I am. Just because you have ups and downs doesn't mean you're crazy. We can treat it in a variety of ways."
                              
He looked away. "Hermione and Ron haven't been here."
                              
Draco grimaced at Harry's deflection... or maybe it wasn't. "I will discuss it with them when they come back. I'm not sure if you were paying attention, but I told them to take a break. You were getting agitated by their presence."
                              
"I've hurt them so much. I should stay here. I... don't want to be a burden to them anymore."
                              
"I feel that an extended stay in the ward is advisable, but Harry... do you want to know what's happening to you?"
                              
"Memories..." he muttered.
                              
"No... well... yes, but the potion, Potter. Do you understand what it is?"
                              
"It comes... I must drink it."
                              
"Do you understand that... that it's a spell? A curse?" Draco asked, pleased Harry was responding.
                              
Harry avoided his eyes. "To drink?"
                              
"Yes... and another to make it appear. It's not you doing it... it's a curse. It's meant to make you suffer forever. My... father... was an asshole."
                              
Harry started shaking. "I... don't know why I drink it... pain. Pain is good."
                              
"No, Harry. It is bad. I reckon it's a Compulsion Spell. That one will be easier to lift than the curse that makes the potion appear. I will crack it soon, I believe."
                              
Harry stopped and looked at him. "Crack it?"
                              
"Yes, I think I'll try to remove the Compulsion Spell tomorrow, but I got to research the other one."
                              
"You... can make it stop?" Harry whispered, in disbelief.
                              
"Of course, Harry. I'm specialized in spell damage. I can break curses, but you have a heavy amount of Concealment Charms on you, too. I didn't want to alarm you, but I will have to check you with my wand. We can wait until morning if you want."
                              
Harry tilted his head. "Can you do it, now?"
                              
Draco smiled, pleased and straightened up. "Yes, Harry. I can."
                              
"Sing?"
                              
Draco's smile grew. "Sure. You can just lie there. You don't have to get up. Ready?"
                              
Harry nodded.
                              
"Brille brille petite étoile, je me demande qui es-tu? Au-dessus du monde si haut, comme un diamant au ciel," he sang as he raised his wand to check for spells.
                              
Harry's gaze was mesmerizing, again. His eyes were locked into him and not what Draco was doing.
                              
"Brille brille petite étoile, je me demande qui es-tu? Quand le soleil est parti, quand il ne veut pas briller. Tu montres ta lumière, brille brille toute la nuit," he sang as he found and removed two Concealment Charms. "Brille brille petite étoile, je me demande qui es-tu? Dans le ciel noir tu restes, souvent par les rideaux tu regardes. Tu ne jamais ferme tes yeux, jusqu'à la naissance du soleil."
                              
Harry was still entranced when Draco found the Compulsion Charm. His father always used the same charms. Lucky for Harry, Draco was well-versed in his father's spellwork. He quickly removed it and set on looking for what else his father had cast.
                              
"Brille brille petite étoile, je me demande qui es-tu? Comme ta petite étinceile, eclaire le chemin des voyageurs. Je ne sais pas qui tu es, brille brille petite étoile," he finished quietly, as he found a few other charms and hexes and removed them.
                              
Harry was still calm though he stopped singing. Draco wasn't nearly done, so he sang the song again, slower and drew it out as long as possible. It took two more times, but he finally found the monkshood curse. But he was dismayed that his attempts to remove it were unsuccessful. It needed a particular counter, like he thought. He finished and checked Harry for any negative feedback, but he seemed fine and his eyes were drooping.
                              
"What's étoile mean?" Harry said, quietly.
                              
"Star."
                              
"Brille brille little star?" Harry questioned and then smiled, as he figured it out. "Twinkle twinkle little star?"
                              
Draco nodded. "Yes."
                              
Harry giggled lightly, but slowly closed his eyes, falling into a natural sleep. Draco very quietly sat in his chair and set some silent monitoring charms, before drifting off to sleep, too.