Chapter 8
Published 10/9/2020
"I'm just going to massage it, okay?"
Draco nodded, and literally, as soon as Harry pressed his thumb into the palm of Draco's hand, he let out a content groan.
"Okay? This is why I need to keep doing this. To make sure they heal right. I'm going to use my other hand... okay?"
Draco quickly nodded and relaxed as Harry worked his hand and then his arm. Draco hummed blissfully and didn't need encouragement to give him his other arm. Harry was glad that he managed this step. When he was done, he went to sit down and put a small cylinder in Draco's hand. Draco clenched it and looked at him.
"We need to build your muscles up, so you can take your potions and feed yourself. This weighs about the same as a galleon. You need to lift it, bending at your elbow, and bringing it to your chest. Can you try?"
Draco grimaced, but slowly did as he wanted and went back down.
"Good. Now do nine more."
Draco slowly did them, struggling slightly. When he did the last one, he told him to switch it to the other arm and do ten.
"Alright, you can do these exercises when I'm here, but I want you to do them throughout the day. Honestly, do them until you're too sore to do it anymore. I can relieve that pain. We need to get your strength up, because you'll need your arms to learn to walk, again."
Draco looked at Harry, hope in his eyes.
"What? Didn't think I can repair that, too? Your hands work, don't they? It just takes time, but we will get there. I'll finish up your right leg, today. Will you do these exercises on your own? Or do I have to stop by more often?"
Draco nodded and started doing them.
"We'll be able to do more by next week, and I'll increase the weight every day."
Draco continued doing the exercises, so Harry left and headed to his next appointment, early for once. However, he was stopped when Joel called his name.
"Sir... there's um... she's in your office."
"Who?"
"Madam Granger...er... Weasley."
Shit, Harry replied, mentally. If Hermione came to visit him at work, it was bad. "Thank you, Joel. Please advise Madam Hurkins that I'll be along shortly."
He slumped to his office and opened the door. Hermione was perusing the papers on his desk. He gulped when he realized that he hadn't locked up Malfoy's paperwork.
"I didn't read it, I promise," she said, and magicked the papers into the open filing cabinet, which then shut. "It'll only open at your touch."
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Wrong? I don't know, Harry. You don't usually yell at me through the post."
"It happened, again. Another abusive probation officer."
"You don't need to recap. Ernie came to me, almost crying. Probation officers are supposed to be tough, but I agree that this harassment is excessive."
"Excessive? There's a word for it."
"I thought that you over-exaggerating what happened, but your... colleague repeated your claims. She really brought up... your past?"
Harry looked away. "Yes... in front of my trainee and floor warden, neither of which I told or wanted to tell that. They said that they wouldn't pass it on, but she knows... I'm sure it'll be on the front page soon."

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