"Have I ever questioned your scheduling, yet? She needed an adjustment. How long until you're done with training?"
                              
"Umm... two more rotations, my tests and my review... a month or so. Were you really going to offer me to her?"
                              
"She's your patient, as much as she is mine. They trust you and you care about them. That's important, but I guess it depends on your specialty. I guess I haven't asked that, yet, mainly because you don't really do much healing on my rotation, and I don't have any advice on choosing."
                              
"How did you pick... this?" Joel asked.
                              
"Made a case for my own department. Originally... I was in the trauma ward. It... got rough, stressful. I spoke to the Head Healer and said that I would leave if something didn't change. I was only just starting to figure out what I could do. I told her I found deep wounds when I was treating quidditch players, including Ginny, and healed them. I argued that I could provide a real service by treating patients after the initial trauma and curing old injuries that the regular spells can't reach. I also incorporated massage and physical therapy into it.
                              
"It only took a few months of evaluations for the Board to approve my permanent status and the establishment of my ward. They figured out that I don't play well with others, and reporting to Susan or "Healer Bones" was not happening without arguments and/or bloodshed."
                              
Joel nodded. "That's... amazing, Harry. I'm not that bold, though."
                              
"Yes, you are, Joel. You were terrified of me when you first got here and talking in general. So was I. I still am. You'll find your voice when you're fighting for something you want."
                              
Joel nodded, again. "Harry? Can you show me... how you read the scans? I didn't see... what you saw."
                              
Harry smirked and he pulled out the report. The spell automatically indicates danger and injuries, but it has to be read right for the deeper things. He spent the whole day going over the scan's small nuances and letting Joel scan all of their patients today. He let him decide where the issues are and what they are. He was getting good by the end of the day, and Harry was just finishing up massaging Draco's hands out. Surprisingly, his majesty turned off the telly to spend the time with him.
                              
"Harry?" Joel asked.
                              
"Yeah, you leaving?"
                              
"No... I wanted to scan Mr. Malfoy."
                              
Harry grimaced and looked to Draco, who had his eyes on the corner as Joel was in the room. "Sorry, you'll have to get permission from him." After a pointed look from Joel, Harry said, "Draco... Joel would like to practice reading medical scans... and your injuries are... unique. If that is okay, you can nod. He will have to use his wand."
                              
Draco stared at the wall for several seconds and glanced a few times at Harry, as though asking him if this was okay. Harry nodded and Draco slowly did, too.
                              
"Thank you... if you want to close your eyes, it'll be only a few seconds."
                              
Draco didn't and just trembled. He stared at Harry, seeking reassurance, and when it was over, Harry gripped his hand.
                              
"It's late, Joel. We can look at it tomorrow," Harry said, and Joel left. "Sorry... he needs to learn, but you can trust him. He... has been helping me out... lately... with talking."
                              
Draco nodded and wiggled his fingers, encouraging Harry to start massaging again. Harry rolled his eyes.
                              
"What are you going to do if I stop doing this for you?" he grunted. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Pottah, you are my minion, now. Do as you are told."
                              
"You know... that sounds like him," Natalie said, and Draco quickly turned his head, away.
                              
Harry grimaced, because Joel didn't close the door all the way. "It's just a game I play. It makes him happy, anyway."