Draco didn't fight to fall asleep anymore. His body seemed to crave sleep. Sometimes he'd fall asleep after the afternoon workout, too. But it only took a few minutes into his massage for him to pass out today. Harry smiled and let him sleep. He walked out, and Harper was sitting with Nat going over schedules.
"Harry," he said, lurching to his feet. He seemed to think that he was indebted to him for giving him a job, despite Harry repeatedly telling him that Susan had come up with the idea.
"Easy, I'm not the Head Healer or anything," Harry grunted.
Harper nodded. "Your next appointment with Madam Thornpether isn't for another 20 minutes."
"Okay, it should be a routine check-up. I just had a thought, will you come with me?"
"Of course," Harper said, eagerly, and if Harry could tell, with a bit of fear, too. Joel had had it as well when he first came to train with him. Harper wasn't training, however. His job was on the wandpoint. 
Harry went to the lift and took it to the top. It opened up on the roof. Maybe ten people were scattered across the flat roof at various tables and benches. It was gorgeous out.
"Does it get busier out here at lunch?" he asked Harper.
"Sometimes, but most don't bother leaving the cafeteria."
"If Draco is okay with it, we can come up here for lunch today or tomorrow. Would you like to come?"
"You want me to come?" Harper asked, uncertainly.
Harry gave him a look. "Yeah? Draco is okay with you."
Harper looked down at the gray-plated roof tiles. "I didn't know if you... wanted me."
"I accepted you into my service, Harper. Why would you think that?"
The warden wouldn't look at him. "Maybe you just did it for Draco. I didn't help you... when you were... when they took you."
Harry nodded. "Joel didn't stop them either, Harper. It wouldn't have been legal to do so. I don't blame you. You knocked out that healer and helped Draco into my room, so I could tell him what happened. You even claimed that you had tipped off the Aurors, so Draco wouldn't get dragged into court. Why do you think I blamed you?"
Harper lowered his head more. "Cause I didn't... report it. I didn't know that Higgs was torturing the other patients. I swear I didn't. I knew they were upset, and he was doing something to set them off, but... I didn't know what and didn't know how to report it. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
He had tears in his eyes, and Harry guided him to the ledge, so they were more isolated. He could feel the inhibiting charms meant to ensure no one could see them and nothing could get in or out of it.
"Harper, it's not your fault. Higgs was a prick, and there was no way that you could have known what he was doing."
"I knew that there was something, though. I looked after those patients for almost five years, and they never were... that bad."
"You reported what you knew when the time was right, Harper. It hadn't been going on for weeks, had it?"
Harper shook his head.
"Joel is a lot better than Higgs was, so he can help them recover. You said... five years, Harper."
"I wasn't there when you came in. I was transferred there right after, actually," he clarified. "I mean, Higgs talked about it enough, though."
"I'm sure he did, but where were you before that?" Harry asked curiously.
"I... I was in the healer program," Harper said, a little embarrassed.