The Death Eater

Draco tucked Harry gently into his bed, soothing him as the boy whimpered in fear at being let go of. Tidus had prepared a bowl of soup for Harry, his reports indicating that starvation was beginning to affect the boy. However the chilled limbs that clung to him like a drowning man to a life-rope suggested that Draco had other things to worry about first. He had Tidus draw a warm bath quickly for him, and gently stripped the tunic from Harry’s body. Despite the coldness of his body, Harry was sweating and the more sensitive parts of his body were blazing hot to the touch, indicating a fever. He sent Tidus for the Medi-Wizard as he laid Harry in the bath, holding him down as the boy screamed and reacted like he was being burned. Soon, the warmth setting his nerves on fire settled, and Harry moaned at the spreading heat.

Draco began carefully washing him, ridding his body of sweat and the grime from the cell. He didn’t like what the thorough cleaning was showing him. Despite the clean condition that Harry had been presented to him in, an in-depth examination revealed that he was much too thin, and revealed burns, cuts and bites along parts of his body. It was obvious that infection had set in to the bites, and there were no signs of healing in the rope burns around his wrists and ankles. He lash marks Draco found on his back infuriated him further, several of them had broken skin and infection appeared to be setting in there.

Part of his fury was at the Death Eaters who had been guarding him, but some of it was aimed at himself for not taking the time to examine Harry thoroughly when they’d arrived. He was almost dreading what he’d find as he cleaned and explored the area between Harry’s cheeks gently, but aside from the shock of finding Harry’s vaginal opening, there was thankfully nothing more to discover. They had obviously not violated him here. He withdrew quickly when Harry began whimpering discontentedly, and lifted him out of the water. He began drying him with heated towels, summoning his own, warmest pair of flannel pyjamas for him. Once he was dried and warm, he carried him back to the bed. He hated how light and easy to carry Harry was, and how much space there was in the pyjamas. Draco was not a large boy by any means, and under normal circumstances he and Harry should be about the same size.

The Medi-Wizard arrived promptly, and began carefully examining Harry. Draco held and soothed him as the Medi-Wizard’s examination grew more invasive, the boy writhing painfully at the exploration of his bites and lash marks.

“These have been left untreated for too long. Hopefully Algae Balm will work on them, but you should keep a very close eye on the boy to ensure they don’t worsen.” He applied the balm to the wounds, ignoring Harry’s cries of pain and Draco’s gentle soothing. “As for the welts, they should disappear on their own. The Algae Balm will help as well. He may find them a little irritating, but under no circumstance is he allowed to scratch any of his wounds. As for the rope burns, I’m going to have to clean them thoroughly. There’s still rope fibre in there, and with our luck it will settle into another infection. I would recommend knocking him fully unconscious for this part, but in the state he’s in I can’t risk it. Try to hold him still.” The Medi-Wizard instructed. Draco held Harry gently, soothing him as he began screaming hoarsely from the pain as the Medi-Wizard began rubbing cleaning agent over the burns on his wrists and ankles, before immediately applying a healing balm and bandages. “Hopefully they will heal in a couple of days, but the infected wounds will take several more days. His innate magic is working just to keep him alive right now, so there’s no magical healing going on, and normal healing is also slowed by illness. Is there anything else?”

“Yes. He’s been given the Hermaphrodite Potion.” Draco said softly. “But there’s been no activity yet.”

“Hmm, I’ll have a little look.” The Medi-Wizard murmured, pulling Harry’s shirt away and examining his nipples. “The mammaries appear to have developed quite well. This area will be sensitive, so try not to be too over-enthusiastic.” He closed Harry’s shirt, leaving Draco to re-button it as he pulled Harry’s trousers off and applied a new pair of gloves. “Normally I have a special seat and everything for this, but I suppose this will have to do.”

Harry panicked and cried out as he felt latex-covered fingers probe at his new opening, struggling to close his legs. Draco held him tightly and whispered softly to him until he fell silent, submitting trustfully to his angel. The Medi-Wizard gently applied his Medi-Wand to the area, tendrils of magic examining him internally. “No, it all looks good. Obviously a very talented Potions Maker did this, and his illness doesn’t appear to have influenced the development. The womb is strong and healthy and fertile as well.” He slipped Harry’s trousers back into place and watched as Draco tenderly covered him in a blanket before leaving his side to speak privately with the Wizard.

“He’s been dehydrated, starved and badly beaten. The fever is down, and the damage to his nerves from, I can only assume the Cruciatus, has already been dealt with. Reapply those potions three times a day for the next few days, and make sure the fever doesn’t come back. He’ll need lots of food, but gentle foods. Soups and warm broths, every four hours. Make him drink a glass of tepid, but not cold, water every hour to two hours. He’ll begin peeing a lot, that’s a good sign and you can relax a bit after that starts. I’m assuming the Hermaphrodite Potion is for a reason?”

“Yes, I’m hoping to get him pregnant soon.”

“Wait a week or so, give his body a chance to heal. He’ll be highly fertile for another few days to a week after that. If his injuries are healed and he doesn’t relapse into a fever, everything should go well. If not, contact me.”

“Thank you.” Draco replied, “Tidus has credited your account already.” The Medi-Wizard nodded and left, secure in the knowledge that the credit would be there would be more than usual, to protect the identities of the two parties. He would ensure the extra money was put to good use when he made his report to the Order.