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Adult +
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Chapter 11
Thank you guys so much…especially those of you who are continuous reviewers! To those of you who are also reading my other veela ficcy, I will continue to update, I’m just trying to rewrite it since my writing has matured since I started it. It will have the same plot, etc. just more details and I want the plot to be a bit more complex. Thanks again you wonderful reviewing guys!
On a Sad Note: My kitty, Aggie, had to be put to sleep on November 27th. She had gotten a blood clot in her femoral artery from heart disease. I miss her so much. She was 8 ½ and a calico. She was very sweet and loving, not missing a night at my feet for 8 years. Every time she came in from outside, she told me all about it! She terrorized the squirrels and other fury woodland creatures. She was pampered but never spoiled. I got a card in the mail from the emergency vet with a little story. I read it and cried my eyes out. Also, one of my five mice died. Her name was Dottie. Talk about great luck in my house!
One more thing! Sorry if I get caught up in medical talk in this chapter! I like to be as informative as possible…you never know what they might as ask if you ever get on a game show!
Chapter 11
Harry apparated into Draco’s home, looked a round, and saw that he was in the living room area. The home was dark; not a light in sight. It took Harry a short while for his eyes to adjust to the blanket of darkness.
The atmosphere around Harry felt suppressing with a heavy sadness, making Harry’s all ready anxious heart catch up with the nervousness that had settled in the pit of his stomach.
“Draco?” Harry called out, going from room to room. The green-eyed man kept calling for Draco, but the only answer he received was the pall of the darkened night.
‘Maybe I’m just over-reacting…and now I’m trespassing…breaking and entering…It could have just been one of my unnaturally life-like dreams. Besides, Draco wouldn’t ask me for help. But that vision…err…dream was so real and I feel as if it really happened…Was I there? Were Draco and I really…lovers?’
Harry approached the last door at the end of a small hallway. He saw the door’s locking mechanism busted and hanging by a jagged piece of wood. Harry’s heart skipped a beat; someone had forced themselves into this room.
Harry flipped the light switch up and the room flooded with light. He took a look around, noticing the war zone in front of him. Objects were broken, clothes littered the floor and bed, everything had been knocked from flat surfaces; the room was a ransacked mess. He gazed to his left and saw a glimpse of red smeared onto the wall and dripping. He followed the trial it left to the floor and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Draco’s body was swimming in his own blood, the paleness of his skin against the silken crimson created an otherworldly appearance. Harry began to fear that with that much blood loss, Draco may all ready be dead.
The healer knelt down beside Draco’s body, neither minding the blood not the blonde’s nudity. Harry was, at first, hesitant to touch him, but swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to press forward. Harry thought he could see a faint rising and falling of Draco’s chest, but it was so faint, that Harry was wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He reached down and placed his index and middle fingers to Draco’s carotid artery beneath the jaw to feel for a pulse.
‘C’mon Draco…I need just a little one…anything…’ Harry was pleading and sighed in relief when he felt a tell tale beat, so shallow and feeble he almost missed it.
Harry, being the healer he was, began his work on Draco’s mangled body. Being a healer wasn’t just about going to school and getting training; one had to have an innate gift for it. Harry could sense the life draining from Draco; he could “see” where the worst damage was. Some called it the “Healer’s Eyes”, for lack of a better name. Without doing any magic, Harry could see, in his mind, that Draco’s pleural cavity had been punctured. More specifically, Draco’s left lung was punctured, losing oxygen, and ready to collapse. He concentrated on that area, muttered a few incantations, and was relieved as he “watched” the wound heal and the lung fill with it’s much needed oxygen.
Using magic to heal the body was, in theory, a novel idea, but it wasn’t as easy as people believed. At St. Mungos, the majority of things were done the muggle way. Magic, having a type of electrical current to it, could interfere with many things, from equipment to lab results. This is what Harry liked most about being a healer besides helping people; he was able to do many things there the muggle way. The actual healing was done with magic, of course, and Harry liked that even better because it was faster and more accurate than the muggle way.
Harry scanned the rest of Draco’s body from head to toe, making a list appear in the air in front of him. When Harry finished, he looked and saw the list. He couldn’t believe how long it was. There were so many things to repair and patch up that Harry almost felt overwhelmed by the tasks set before him. None were life-threatening now so Harry knew that time wouldn’t be his enemy.
Harry started at Draco’s head. Harry used both his hand and wand for healing. He held his wand in his right hand as if it was a drum stick and his left hand was held around the wands tip. To Harry, it reminded him of lighting a cigarette while protecting the flame.
“Resarcio…” Harry muttered while pointing his wand and hand as the gash on Draco’s head. The wound began to close, just as Harry knew it would. For 72 hours the wound would be a scar to allow the skin repair itself by becoming stronger, and then Harry could charm those away. Harry moved on to the other gashes, cuts, and scrapes along Draco’s body, repairing them the same as before. When Harry worked on the cut along Draco’s chest, he noticed that whatever created this cut was different than the others, this one looking clean as the others had looked jagged. Harry repaired that as well.
Harry looked up at the list and sighed; it was long, very long.
“S’best to start at the top I suppose…” Harry started with Draco’s face once again.
Draco had a fractured zygomatic bone, or cheek bone, so to Harry this would be easy to repair. Next was Draco’s trachea; it was bruised and badly swollen, but since nothing was broken, there was little Harry could do except lessen the swelling a bit. Draco’s left clavicle was fractured as was his right scapula. He had three broken ribs, a dislocated hip, and a cracked acetabulum. So far, Harry was pretty much in shock. For someone to have gone through this much pain, Harry was amazed. By all accounts, Draco should have been dead. Draco’s right arm wasn’t spared any damage either. His radius was fractured straight through and a hairline fracture graced his ulna. By the time Harry finished repairing bones, he was sweating in sheets, but his work was still not finished.
Looking upon the list one last time he saw something else he wished he hadn’t. Draco’s body had been violated in the worst of ways. The list showed that there were multiple rips and tears in and round the anus. The swelling was extensive as well.
Harry had seen patients like this before, rape victims, and his heart went out to every one of them. The Wizarding world thought he had it tough as a child having to live in a closet for a short time and having to bare the brunt of ignorant relatives, but they were so wrong. The patients he had seen were not only hurting physically but especially mentally. He could heal what the eye could see, but he couldn’t fix the scars that formed on the psyche. Harry believed that not even the most evil of person, the worst of the worst, deserved a fate like that.
Harry wanted badly to fix this anatomy of Draco, but knew there was nothing he could do. Since Draco was of mixed blood and was able to reproduce, this was beyond Harry’s expertise. The simplest of spells used for swelling could affect fertility. Harry didn’t want to risk it, and since this wasn’t life threatening, he would just have to get salves and ointments for Draco until he could find someone familiar with Draco’s blood lines and learn what spells were safe, etc.
Harry sat back and took several deep breaths, trying to will his body’s temperature down. His body looked like he had stayed in the rain.
“Now what?...I can’t bloody well take to the hospital…That would definitely cause a scene with Lucius…and he has so much to worry about all ready…I’ll just have to take him to my place…just until I get him awake and find out what the Hell is going on.” Harry never realized that he was speaking to himself. He leaned down and picked Draco’s body up and apparated to his home.
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Once in his home, Harry made his way to one of the guest rooms on the second floor. He made it easily, Draco being lighter than he looked. The bed was all ready turned down, revealing soft sheets. Harry laid the blonde on top and covered him gently, performing another diagnostic spell to make sure Draco’s body was stable.
Harry stepped back and took a look at the resting figure. Draco’s body would be bruised for a while. No magic could fix that due to the fact that magic didn’t create them. There were salves that could be used to lessen the time, but none healed them instantly.
Harry thought of how he would handle this come appointment time with Lucius and his wife…he was dreading this far more than when he had battled the Dark Lord. All of a sudden, Harry’s head snapped up. Snape!
‘He was in that dream memory…he has to know something…’ Harry got up and walked across the hall to his study, threw a pinch of flew powder in the flames of his fireplace, and shouted his ex-Potion Master’s name.
After waiting a few minutes, Severus Snape appeared, looking tired and far more angry than Harry had ever seen.
But before Severus could utter a complaint or foul comment, Harry intervened.
“Snape! Get that ass of yours over here immediately!” and with that, Harry turned heel and headed back to Draco’s current bedroom.
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AN: Sorry this taking so long to complete. I had this thing typed in its entirety and it was way, way, way long. It had continued past this part quite a bit, but I felt it was best to stop here so the flow would be better. Thanks everyone! And BTW…get Dir en grey’s new album “The Marrow of a Bone”…it’s super great and I love it!
On a Sad Note: My kitty, Aggie, had to be put to sleep on November 27th. She had gotten a blood clot in her femoral artery from heart disease. I miss her so much. She was 8 ½ and a calico. She was very sweet and loving, not missing a night at my feet for 8 years. Every time she came in from outside, she told me all about it! She terrorized the squirrels and other fury woodland creatures. She was pampered but never spoiled. I got a card in the mail from the emergency vet with a little story. I read it and cried my eyes out. Also, one of my five mice died. Her name was Dottie. Talk about great luck in my house!
One more thing! Sorry if I get caught up in medical talk in this chapter! I like to be as informative as possible…you never know what they might as ask if you ever get on a game show!
Chapter 11
Harry apparated into Draco’s home, looked a round, and saw that he was in the living room area. The home was dark; not a light in sight. It took Harry a short while for his eyes to adjust to the blanket of darkness.
The atmosphere around Harry felt suppressing with a heavy sadness, making Harry’s all ready anxious heart catch up with the nervousness that had settled in the pit of his stomach.
“Draco?” Harry called out, going from room to room. The green-eyed man kept calling for Draco, but the only answer he received was the pall of the darkened night.
‘Maybe I’m just over-reacting…and now I’m trespassing…breaking and entering…It could have just been one of my unnaturally life-like dreams. Besides, Draco wouldn’t ask me for help. But that vision…err…dream was so real and I feel as if it really happened…Was I there? Were Draco and I really…lovers?’
Harry approached the last door at the end of a small hallway. He saw the door’s locking mechanism busted and hanging by a jagged piece of wood. Harry’s heart skipped a beat; someone had forced themselves into this room.
Harry flipped the light switch up and the room flooded with light. He took a look around, noticing the war zone in front of him. Objects were broken, clothes littered the floor and bed, everything had been knocked from flat surfaces; the room was a ransacked mess. He gazed to his left and saw a glimpse of red smeared onto the wall and dripping. He followed the trial it left to the floor and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Draco’s body was swimming in his own blood, the paleness of his skin against the silken crimson created an otherworldly appearance. Harry began to fear that with that much blood loss, Draco may all ready be dead.
The healer knelt down beside Draco’s body, neither minding the blood not the blonde’s nudity. Harry was, at first, hesitant to touch him, but swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to press forward. Harry thought he could see a faint rising and falling of Draco’s chest, but it was so faint, that Harry was wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He reached down and placed his index and middle fingers to Draco’s carotid artery beneath the jaw to feel for a pulse.
‘C’mon Draco…I need just a little one…anything…’ Harry was pleading and sighed in relief when he felt a tell tale beat, so shallow and feeble he almost missed it.
Harry, being the healer he was, began his work on Draco’s mangled body. Being a healer wasn’t just about going to school and getting training; one had to have an innate gift for it. Harry could sense the life draining from Draco; he could “see” where the worst damage was. Some called it the “Healer’s Eyes”, for lack of a better name. Without doing any magic, Harry could see, in his mind, that Draco’s pleural cavity had been punctured. More specifically, Draco’s left lung was punctured, losing oxygen, and ready to collapse. He concentrated on that area, muttered a few incantations, and was relieved as he “watched” the wound heal and the lung fill with it’s much needed oxygen.
Using magic to heal the body was, in theory, a novel idea, but it wasn’t as easy as people believed. At St. Mungos, the majority of things were done the muggle way. Magic, having a type of electrical current to it, could interfere with many things, from equipment to lab results. This is what Harry liked most about being a healer besides helping people; he was able to do many things there the muggle way. The actual healing was done with magic, of course, and Harry liked that even better because it was faster and more accurate than the muggle way.
Harry scanned the rest of Draco’s body from head to toe, making a list appear in the air in front of him. When Harry finished, he looked and saw the list. He couldn’t believe how long it was. There were so many things to repair and patch up that Harry almost felt overwhelmed by the tasks set before him. None were life-threatening now so Harry knew that time wouldn’t be his enemy.
Harry started at Draco’s head. Harry used both his hand and wand for healing. He held his wand in his right hand as if it was a drum stick and his left hand was held around the wands tip. To Harry, it reminded him of lighting a cigarette while protecting the flame.
“Resarcio…” Harry muttered while pointing his wand and hand as the gash on Draco’s head. The wound began to close, just as Harry knew it would. For 72 hours the wound would be a scar to allow the skin repair itself by becoming stronger, and then Harry could charm those away. Harry moved on to the other gashes, cuts, and scrapes along Draco’s body, repairing them the same as before. When Harry worked on the cut along Draco’s chest, he noticed that whatever created this cut was different than the others, this one looking clean as the others had looked jagged. Harry repaired that as well.
Harry looked up at the list and sighed; it was long, very long.
“S’best to start at the top I suppose…” Harry started with Draco’s face once again.
Draco had a fractured zygomatic bone, or cheek bone, so to Harry this would be easy to repair. Next was Draco’s trachea; it was bruised and badly swollen, but since nothing was broken, there was little Harry could do except lessen the swelling a bit. Draco’s left clavicle was fractured as was his right scapula. He had three broken ribs, a dislocated hip, and a cracked acetabulum. So far, Harry was pretty much in shock. For someone to have gone through this much pain, Harry was amazed. By all accounts, Draco should have been dead. Draco’s right arm wasn’t spared any damage either. His radius was fractured straight through and a hairline fracture graced his ulna. By the time Harry finished repairing bones, he was sweating in sheets, but his work was still not finished.
Looking upon the list one last time he saw something else he wished he hadn’t. Draco’s body had been violated in the worst of ways. The list showed that there were multiple rips and tears in and round the anus. The swelling was extensive as well.
Harry had seen patients like this before, rape victims, and his heart went out to every one of them. The Wizarding world thought he had it tough as a child having to live in a closet for a short time and having to bare the brunt of ignorant relatives, but they were so wrong. The patients he had seen were not only hurting physically but especially mentally. He could heal what the eye could see, but he couldn’t fix the scars that formed on the psyche. Harry believed that not even the most evil of person, the worst of the worst, deserved a fate like that.
Harry wanted badly to fix this anatomy of Draco, but knew there was nothing he could do. Since Draco was of mixed blood and was able to reproduce, this was beyond Harry’s expertise. The simplest of spells used for swelling could affect fertility. Harry didn’t want to risk it, and since this wasn’t life threatening, he would just have to get salves and ointments for Draco until he could find someone familiar with Draco’s blood lines and learn what spells were safe, etc.
Harry sat back and took several deep breaths, trying to will his body’s temperature down. His body looked like he had stayed in the rain.
“Now what?...I can’t bloody well take to the hospital…That would definitely cause a scene with Lucius…and he has so much to worry about all ready…I’ll just have to take him to my place…just until I get him awake and find out what the Hell is going on.” Harry never realized that he was speaking to himself. He leaned down and picked Draco’s body up and apparated to his home.
xxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxx
Once in his home, Harry made his way to one of the guest rooms on the second floor. He made it easily, Draco being lighter than he looked. The bed was all ready turned down, revealing soft sheets. Harry laid the blonde on top and covered him gently, performing another diagnostic spell to make sure Draco’s body was stable.
Harry stepped back and took a look at the resting figure. Draco’s body would be bruised for a while. No magic could fix that due to the fact that magic didn’t create them. There were salves that could be used to lessen the time, but none healed them instantly.
Harry thought of how he would handle this come appointment time with Lucius and his wife…he was dreading this far more than when he had battled the Dark Lord. All of a sudden, Harry’s head snapped up. Snape!
‘He was in that dream memory…he has to know something…’ Harry got up and walked across the hall to his study, threw a pinch of flew powder in the flames of his fireplace, and shouted his ex-Potion Master’s name.
After waiting a few minutes, Severus Snape appeared, looking tired and far more angry than Harry had ever seen.
But before Severus could utter a complaint or foul comment, Harry intervened.
“Snape! Get that ass of yours over here immediately!” and with that, Harry turned heel and headed back to Draco’s current bedroom.
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AN: Sorry this taking so long to complete. I had this thing typed in its entirety and it was way, way, way long. It had continued past this part quite a bit, but I felt it was best to stop here so the flow would be better. Thanks everyone! And BTW…get Dir en grey’s new album “The Marrow of a Bone”…it’s super great and I love it!