His trainee stared at him, unsure of what to say in response to that.
                              
"I need a coffee. Want to come?" Harry asked, almost needing the escort.
                              
"Sure, Harry."
                              
Natalie decided to come too so that she could grab lunch. They went to the tearoom and paid, before starting back. He waited for her to ambush him, too, as she would have had to deliver Draco's potions at seven before Joel had knocked. He wouldn't meet her eyes, and the anxiety started to build rapidly. He wasn't even paying attention to where they were going. He got back in the lift and off, just following Joel, and realized he was outside. He looked, and it was the roof veranda.
                              
"Come on, Harry. There is a table and some chairs over here."
                              
Harry followed. The roof was just an open space where patients and healers could walk outside. The roof had glamours and charms, preventing muggles from seeing it and people from jumping. Most people that came out here were just having a muggle cig.
                              
"Less crowded, huh?" Joel said, and Harry nodded, enjoying the nice late autumn day.
                              
He sipped the coffee that Joel had ordered for him. "Yeah, thanks."
                              
Natalie was across from him, and she said that Dennis got a krup, the day before, without telling her. It ate half her socks and two trainers. She said that she hit Dennis with the torn-up shoe instead of the krup, who was starting to grow on her. Harry figured out that she wasn't going to bring it up. Joel and Natalie must have secret ways of communicating.
                              
When he calmed down, they headed back down, and he just went straight to his appointments. He hoped Natalie would take Draco his potions. He wasn't ready to deal with the Slytherin, yet. He dragged out his other appointments as long as he could and then took Joel back to the office to sit down, go over the cases. Joel answered all of his questions very well.
                              
"Harry?" Joel asked.
                              
"Yes?"
                              
"I had... a... theory... about Draco's shoulder blade injuries?" Joel started, and Harry waved him to proceed. "You said it wasn't the same weight, but the scan shows that it happened about the same time period?"
                              
"I did. The scan also shows there are multiple reinjuries to them, too, and that they weren't healed correctly."
                              
Joel nodded, with this information. "I think... it was from the forward-leaning weight of a full-grown man. Because the weight would vary depending on how much the person shifts their weight from side to side."
                              
Harry just nodded. "Course, it would also make sense if there was more than one person involved, who weighs differently than the other."
                              
Joel looked at him and took a deep breath, taking it in.
                              
"I also wanted you to see that there were no corresponding injuries to his front, so that he wasn't on his back with someone pressing him into the ground. The ribs will also break a lot easier than the shoulder blade. There are stress fractures on the front of the rib cage, but not to the extent that it should be if someone were to apply full weight. What does that mean?"
                              
Joel thought about it. "He was on a bed... or something soft."
                              
"Very good," Harry said, somberly. "What overall conclusions have you drawn so far about what he went through?"
                              
Joel swallowed and he breathed hard. "He was chained down to a bed... for years. Bound hand and foot on his stomach. The bone density and muscle mass indication that he was starved periodically, or feed too little. He was given basic healing charms, but they weren't properly done... most likely not a healer, but someone with a basic education. The stress fractures on his back, neck, face and shoulders indicate that he was forced downward into the mattress by someone behind him."