Healing Draco Malfoy

Chapter 12

Published: 11/5/2020 - Happy Guy Fawkes Day!

The next few days went by quickly. Harry had finished the front and started healing Draco's back ribs by slipping his hand under him. Draco enjoyed the magazines, but was both curious and horrified when Harry brought a telly in. It worked off an antenna, so it only got a few channels. Harry had to harass the power of "electricity" to keep it running.

"I'm pretty sure it violates some kind of code of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, Harry," Natalie said as Draco watched open-mouthed at dirt-bike racing, of all things, on mute.

Harry laughed. "I warded the doors. It glamours out if someone else comes in."

"Here I told my husband that you never break the rules... I'm proud of you," Natalie said as she watched Draco flip the channel to Dr. Who and turned the volume up. He navigated the remote quite well.

"I think that's going to confuse you more, Draco. Most of what is on the telly is make-believe... fantasy, okay?" Harry warned, and Natalie watched, also engrossed. "Um... Nat... do you want me to get one for you, too?"

"Oh... Dennis told me about them... I didn't believe him."

"A telly?" Joel said as he walked in, and Draco didn't even move. "You got him a telly? Now, we are really a muggle hospital."

Joel had been great since the awkward night out. He had even joked about it in front of Draco, to mess with him back, saying how great their date went and if Harry wants to stay over at his place next time. Harry's amusement at Draco's expression covered up his own embarrassment. Harry even talked with Joel more during the day and ate lunch together, now. Joel had managed to get him to eat in the cafeteria once, but it was still stressful.

"Harry doesn't care about breaking the law... or hospital rules," Natalie said.

He gave them both a smile and asked if Joel needed something.

"Hmmm, Ms. Humphrey is back for her check-up. Her grandson came, too."

"Oh... yes. Let's not keep them waiting. I'd say goodbye, Draco, but I don't think that you'd hear me."

Draco nodded, but still watched the telly commercial intently. Harry laughed as he walked out.

"You know there will be no living with him, now. He's addicted," Joel joked.

"He's entertained and learning about muggles. I couldn't think of a better way to do it."

"But seriously, put limits on it. It's amazing at first, but he needs to remain grounded in what's going on in reality."

Harry nodded as they reached the door. "That's probably a good point. I'll give him a few days to get used to it and then go from there."

Joel knocked and opened the door. "Good morning, Elsa."

"Oh, look Zach... it's that darling young man, Joel. He was so nice."

"Nice to meet you, Joel. My grandmum told me very kind things about you," Smith said, with all politeness.

"She's a very nice lady who is easy to talk, too. Are you having any recurring pain, Elsa?"

"Oh... it's almost all gone. I haven't felt this alive in years."

"I think Healer Potter would like to do a check-up? Would that be fine?"

"Oh... of course, Joel."

"Go ahead, do another scan, Joel," Harry ordered and Joel did. They both read it, but Harry said, "Can I see your wrist, again? Looks like some residue arthritis. When you get a new healer, here at St. Mungo's..." Harry said, pointedly to Smith, who nodded. "...make sure he checks on your wrist every time and your hip. Those areas are weak from your previous injuries."

"A new healer? I can't stay with one of you?"

Joel started to say something, but Harry gave him a look. "Maybe Joel can you take in the future, but it usually takes a while to get onto my service. I think Joel is a softie and squeezed you in."

Joel blushed, but Smith said, "Will you, though? I'll pay anything."

"I don't charge anything for my treatments, Mr. Smith."

Smith flinched and Elsa grimaced. "Please... it's Zach. We don't want any more reminders of what my father did."

"I'm sorry, Zach. But just message me, if something does come up expectedly. And you can stop in every week, until everything has cleared. I'm not a family healer... I specialize in healing injuries and physical therapy. Right now, Elsa still needs some. When everything is healed, we'll try to find a more suitable general healer for you. I only know the basics of what potions and care is needed for someone her age."

"I'm not that old, you know?" Elsa joked.

"Of course not!" Joel said and started talking with her.

Zach pulled Harry out of the room. "Listen, Harry... Potter. I'll do anything for her! Hell, I'll do anything for you. I work in the minister's office, and my aunt runs the spell damage ward here. Trust me... now that I'm in charge of the purse strings, my aunts and uncles are just singing my tune."

Harry arched an eyebrow.

"I did what you said... the barrister... he found all the evidence needed for illegal withdrawing of funds. My dad was not even on the accounts, and she never signed anything. He's going to Azkaban for a few years for everything, and his house and accounts will be fined and requisitioned back to my grandmum. She made me the sole heir and proctor. I've cut the rest of my family off. They didn't care what my dad did to her... or even visit her. So... anyway, Potter... I owe you everything. My grandmum is the only family I have, and I want her to be happy and pain-free."

Harry put his hand on Zach's shoulder. "She will be. I will heal everything, but I'm not an expert... in well... care for the elderly. She might need some revitalization potions or nutrient potions. I can guess, but healing is my specialty."

"I don't care. I'll find another healer, too. I mean... you fixed my arm... in seconds."

Harry took it again and checked. "It healed nicely. You need to build up your muscles with it... what was it seven years old?"

Zach's mouth dropped. "Yeah... how did you know?"

"Healing is my specialty, remember?"

Zach lowered his head. "I was going to go pro, fucking bastard. I mean it, Harry. Anything you need, just send an owl."

"I don't think that will be necessary. Let's finish up with Elsa. I got some physical therapy exercises to rebuild her muscles in her wrist and hips for her to do at home."

"Thank you," he said, and stopped at the door. "Especially since we didn't get along at school. But considering that I heard you're treating Malfoy, I guess you don't hold grudges."

"How do you know that?" Harry asked.

"Ernie. We were talking how you suddenly emerged from obscurity after five years just to cuss him out," Zach said, but frowned when Harry stared at him. "And I mean that in a totally joking way."

"It's fine. If Ernie kept his asshole officers out of my ward, I wouldn't have had to cuss him out."

Zach nodded and they went back inside to finish the healing. Joel laid on the sweet talk the whole time, and Elsa was telling him her whole life 온라인카지노게임 as Harry adjusted her hips. When they left, Joel thanked him for taking them.

"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."

"Yeah, I saw him smile before I said, anything. You can't deny that Draco Malfoy is a softie, anymore."

Draco gave Harry a look and was refraining from smiling.

"Something up, Nat?"

"Yeah, Dennis has been bugging me for days to apologize for him."

"Really?" Harry said and looked back down at Draco's hand.

"I didn't tell him about... what happened. Especially when I knew that you two were friends. I didn't warn him."

"It's fine, Natalie. There's nothing to apologize for. He didn't know, and you kept your promise not to tell anyone. I'm not mad."

"Well, Joel told me to leave quickly, so I figured you were... distressed."

"He did?"

"Yeah. I could see it, too. Now, I know why you don't talk to people."

"I can handle talking to people... it was dark and unfamiliar there, and I already was on edge."

"Hence the firewhiskey?"

"Yeah... the only non-healer prescribed calming remedy."

"Oh, Harry...."

"Is there a reason that you stopped by?"

"Yeah... since you hate your office and I snoop... it's a message from Hermione... sorry Madam Granger... Or is it Weasley? But it says: "Be here for dinner or else"."

Harry sighed. "Thanks." Natalie left and closed the door. He turned to Draco. "They've been putting me off, actually. I'll tell you why some other time, but I got time to pamper you some more."

Draco smirked triumphantly as Harry finished his massage. Harry still arrived on time for dinner and, after some roughhousing with the two rugrats, he put them to bed with a 온라인카지노게임 of finding love. He went out to find Ron and Hermione and looked at them pointedly.

"Where is it?"

Hermione sighed and Ron got up and grabbed it out of his locked desk. "You think you just came for that?"

"You're the ones who skipped a meal to avoid giving it to me."

"Harry... what are you looking for?" Hermione asked, but he ignored them.

He skimmed through the file, revitalizing his Auror skills and finding the small things that other people miss. He came across the picture of the scene with McGrith's name on it. It wasn't just a chalk outline or a poodle of blood. No, McGrath took a picture of Draco, smashed awkwardly into the pavement. Harry could see how he was barely breathing. His diaphragm struggling to rise. He was whimpering in pain and his ruined hands were twitching.

"Harry... it's sad that he did that. But you can help him, now."

Harry just stared at the picture. McGrath was in it, too. The sun was behind him, and his shadow stretched out nearly touching Draco. It was chilling to look at, especially when he was just talking to Draco just a few hours ago.

"Harry?" Hermione said, sitting next to him on the couch. "Maybe you shouldn't look at this... Harry. You're losing it."

"I've never been more focused in my life, Hermione. Did the Aurors investigate, Ron?"

"No. We just took McGrath's report. The only thing that I can sight him on is the delay to call for medical or Auror support. He waited an hour. Not criminal, but nasty. It was twenty-hundred when he fire-called Ernie, and he was the one who called for EMMT support. McGrath says that he flooed in and searched the placed at eighteen-thirty. Found Malfoy on the front terrace and took the picture. He said that he thought he was dead and assumed he committed suicide. He searched the place, again.

"He found the open window Malfoy climbed out of that was above the terrace. He spoke to wall paintings and a house elf, who said that there was no one else in the house."

Harry grimaced. Draco had a house elf?

"But you didn't verify it?"

"Do you want me to verify it?" Ron asked, directly. "I will if you want. I'll go myself...."

"No," Hermione said, and they both looked at her.

"It's a closed investigation, Ron. It will be breaking and entering without a Wizengamot-approved warrant."

"You're his probation officer," Harry stated, staring at her.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked, pointedly. Harry nodded. "Very well. I'll go, tomorrow at lunch."

"Are you sure, Hermione?" Ron asked. "You were... tortured there?"

"I can handle it, but you, Harry, and you, husband, can not go there. It's not an official investigation, unless you have something other than a hunch, Harry."

He did. Draco couldn't climb stairs. He sure as hell couldn't climb windows, unless he had a wand. Or a house elf.

"Where are his parole restrictions?" Harry asked.

"Harry, that's really invasive," Hermione said, as Harry searched the file, again.

He found his original sentencing. His eyes narrowed on the three to five years part. Not three to seven like he thought. Then he saw Draco was on parole for three years after release with only the standard restrictions. He was allowed a wand. He went to the next page, and it was his release for three weeks before he came to the hospital. Draco had just gotten out. He served more than five years.

"Harry, what'd you find?" Ron asked, interested.

"Draco served the max of his sentence."

"Draco?" Ron said, but Hermione said, "The max? That is strange, maybe he was unruly?"

"I think he served more than his sentence."

"He'd have to have broken serious rules to go beyond a sentence."

"He got out a few weeks ago, and he was convicted after the battle. That's more than five years."

"Over six, actually," Ron said, frowning. "I'll get his prison record."

"Quietly, please."

"Harry... just tell us."

"I can't. You can piece together what happened. I can't ask Draco about these things, yet. He's still recovering."

"Alright... I'll stop by tomorrow at the hospital to tell you what I found. Ron will figure out how to sneak into the prison records room at Azkaban. Does that sound okay, Harry?"

"Yes... thank you," he said, relieved that they were making some progress.