Harry shook his head and let out a little sob. "They aren't. They tied me down... tried to make me talk about... I don't want to talk."
Draco grimaced. Of fucking course. He should have realized that the hospital would have tried to force a mind healer on him, several probably, and each had re-traumatized Harry in a different way. Forced talks, strapping, non-consensual exposure therapy and who knows what else was done to him. Harry wasn't likely to trust any of them again any time soon.
Harry had tears in his eyes as he looked at the floor, tense. "Please... don't make me...."
"I won't make you, I promise, but I will try to persuade. Harry... you do understand that you need help? That the dreams, the flashbacks, the touch sensitivity... isn't going to disappear on its own."
Harry took a deep breath. "So, I'm not going to get better."
"Not on your own... but we can work on it, Harry. I'll find someone you can trust, and make sure that your boundaries are respected."
He shook his head. "I won't talk to them... any of them."
"Harry...."
"But I do trust you."
Draco raised an eyebrow. That was something. "Thank you. I'm not sure I deserve that level of trust."
"You... I know you. No bad thoughts... I know-you know. You understand," Potter mumbled, incoherently.
Draco nodded, considering what he was saying. "I do understand. Harry, can I ask if the Legilimency scared you?"
Harry bit his lip. His head and eyes lifted and turned toward him. "No, I liked... it."
"Do you think that you'd be amenable to try it out?"
"Amenable...?"
Maybe he needed to enroll Potter in an introductory English language class, too. "I mean willing. Would you let me treat you... using Legilimency?"
Potter's green eyes met his. "Happy stuff?"
Draco smiled, but shook his head. "Sometimes, but not all the time. We have to see the bad stuff, too."
Potter looked away, again. "You'll... be there?"
"Of course, Harry, I can help you through it. Help you process it, and redirect you if it gets too much," Draco explained, as Potter glanced at him, again.
"I like good stuff."
"I'll be sure to have a lot of that, too," he said. "But... you're going to see things you don't want to see."
"I already see them."
"We won't try until I break the curse on you and get you on some Stabilizers."
Harry nodded and Draco called Laura for their breakfast. Harry ate more than he usually did, which was good. They occasionally talked throughout the rest of the day and, later that night, Harry consented to drink the antidote potion that Draco had used. The last vestiges of the monkshood were neutralized, and unfortunately, that meant that the goblet of poison appeared three different times. Miraculously, Draco was able to talk Harry out of drinking it all three times, though it was close once.
Draco wondered if Harry was going to go through withdrawal from it, as he had been drinking it for five years. He needed to hurry and get the curse lifted, but the few counters he had tried didn't work. He needed his father's books. He had a feeling what book it was from, and he had no idea where it was, or if the Ministry had seized or destroyed it. They weren't likely to let him, a marked Death Eater, have it. So, he pushed that aside for now and focused on the last mystery: the fact that Harry was alive.