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Adult ++
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36
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40,008
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227
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"Harry, can you hear me?" a voice asked.
Harry slowly woke up with a small groan. When he blinked open his eyes, he saw nothing but the darkness. For some reason, he was calmer than the first time he woke up blind. "Yes," he replied roughly, his throat dry.
"He's thirsty," a woman's voice said. "Here."
Harry felt a hand behind his head, helping lift it a bit, and the edge of a glass pressed to his lips. "Here, Harry, it's water."
Harry managed to drink some of the water slowly, sighing as it wet his throat. "Hermione?" he whispered.
He heard a sob, and then, "Yes, Harry."
"And Remus," he heard the man say.
Harry tried to sit up in the bed, ignoring the painful stretch of his muscles. It felt like there were bandages everywhere on his body.
"Don't move too much, Harry," Remus said. Harry felt the man help prop him up with some pillows.
Harry nodded a bit, letting his head hang. "Where's Ron?"
"He was injured," Remus said.
"But going to be fine," Hermione added.
"That last battle was pretty bad," Remus went on. "At least until the wards fell."
"When did the wards fall?" Harry asked, looking in Hermione's direction.
"When you killed ... Voldemort," Hermione said, still almost whispering the name.
"Oh, where's Draco?" he asked softly. The last thing he could remember was pushing the man back from him, but it was just so Harry didn't hit him with the spell accidentally.
There was a long pause before Remus cleared his throat. "We know what they did to you ...." He hesitated. "But you don't have to worry about Malfoy any more."
"What ... he didn't do anything. I want to see ...." He paused, biting his lip. "I want to talk to him. Remus, where is he?"
"Shh, Harry," Hermione said, and took his hand. "There were Pensieve and Veritaserum investigations done. You don't have to worry, it is confidential. He was sent to Azkaban with the others."
Harry pulled his hand away. "No! He didn't do anything! He ... helped me. I swear!" he said loudly, shifting to move out of the bed. "I have to go. Let me go ...."
Remus laid hands on both Harry's shoulders, trying to hold him still. "Harry, hold on," he said. "You are in no condition to go anywhere."
Tears filled Harry's eyes as he weakly struggled. "No, take him out of Azkaban. Now."
"Harry." Hermione's tone was full of concern, her voice lowering. "He already admitted to torturing and raping you. They used Veritaserum on him. There were witnesses."
"Please, you're not listening. He had to do it. He helped me, please," he said quickly, tears beginning to fall.
"We understand you are upset, Harry," Remus soothed. "Here," he said, putting another glass to his lips, "you need to drink this."
"No, I don't want any more water," he mumbled, shaking his head and trying to push the glass away. "I need Draco."
"It's a potion. To help you heal," Remus said, still holding the potion for him.
Harry sniffled and nodded, reaching for the glass. "Will you take him out?"
"Drink the potion, Harry," Remus soothed. "We can talk about this later."
Harry quickly drank the potion, making a slight face at the taste as he held it out for Remus to take.
Remus took the potion vial away and then Harry had only a few seconds to realise it was a Sleeping Potion.
***
He didn't know when he next woke, but he was no longer holding anyone's hand and he felt fewer bandages this time.
Harry shifted on the bed before he slowly sat up again, shaking his head. He still felt a bit woozy, but he wasn't tired enough to go back to sleep. "Is anyone there?"
"Wotcher, Harry!" came Tonks's familiar voice. Then he heard her getting up from a chair and felt her hand take his.
Harry sighed softly, squeezing her hand gently. "Tonks, how're you doing?" he asked.
"Good," she answered. "I guess I'm lucky you woke on my shift."
"Yeah, how long has it been since the last battle?" he asked, turning in her direction.
"We aren't supposed to talk to you about it yet," she said, sounding unhappy. "The mediwitches don't think you're ready."
"What do you mean? You can't just let me lie here forever without telling me anything," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Promise you won't get upset or try to get up," she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
"Promise," he lied, knowing he probably was going to anyway.
"Today makes three weeks," she whispered.
"Three weeks? Three bloody weeks?!" All he could think about was Draco being in Azkaban for that long. "I feel fine. Let me go tell everyone that."
"I'll tell 'em," she said, but sounded worried all the same. "You had quite a bad time of it there. They almost lost you. Somethin' about using his wand and a backlash," she explained.
"I don't remember. Hey, Tonks, you're an Auror. You'd listen to me, right?" he asked, biting his lip.
"I always listen to you, Harry," she said, her voice still low.
"Draco Malfoy is innocent. Take him out of Azkaban now," he said simply, hoping she'd listen.
Again, a long pause. "Remus said you were talkin' about him," she said, hesitating. "I reviewed the investigation. Harry, he admitted it all. And there are two Pensieve memories as well."
"Yes, he did do it. But, he only did it to save our lives; don't you get it? We both would've been killed, Tonks. Please believe me, I'm not lying."
"I don't understand, Harry." She sounded sad. "I mean they think ... well, that you're havin' trouble accepting what happened to you."
"No, you're not listening again. Tonks, please, he didn't do anything wrong. He doesn't deserve to be in Azkaban," he pleaded.
He heard a sniff and knew that she was crying now. "Harry, I'm sorry, but I saw it, and I don't see how you can say that," she said. "I was one of the first people to you and you ... the blood and ... it was all over him, over his ...." Tonks trailed off.
"He had to do it. It was the only way we could get close enough to Voldemort," he replied quickly.
She was breathing a bit hard and he could feel a shudder in the hand holding his. "Harry, are you saying you asked Draco Malfoy to do that to you?" Her voice quivered as she spoke.
"Yes, because ... if I didn't, we'd both die. Tonks, you have to understand," he replied softly.
She was quiet and her hand trembled again. "If you're right ... I mean, it would explain the tip we got."
"What tip?" he asked softly, running his hand over hers.
"Someone from inside sent an anonymous tip that you were there," she said. "It's how we found you."
"Oh, that was probably him," he replied quietly.
"We never found out who," she said. "If he was helping you, why didn't he tell anyone?"
"He's scared, Tonks. They'll kill him," he mumbled in reply.
"Who'll kill him?" she asked.
"His father, I'm guessing ... Voldemort if he was still alive," he replied, sighing.
"Lucius Malfoy escaped," Tonks said quietly. "Harry, d'you have any proof of this?"
"My memories?" he asked, biting his lip at the thought of him running loose.
"It's like with Sirius," Tonks said. "It might not be enough."
"Why wouldn't it be? Please try, Tonks."
She squeezed his hand. "I'll see what I can find out." There was another pause. "But you might not want to talk more about this until you're out of here. The Ministry will not be pleased about this."
"I don't really care what the Ministry thinks. They should be glad that Voldemort's dead. And I just can't keep quiet for however much longer they're going to keep me here," Harry replied.
"Harry," Tonks whispered, "they could keep you in here. They've already implied that you might not be well mentally."
"No, they can't do that. I'm fine," he murmured, shaking his head as he bit his lip hard. They couldn't do that.
"So tell them everything's fine," Tonks whispered, "until you're back at Grimmauld and safe with the Order."
"But will they believe me?"
"I dunno, Harry," she said sadly, "but even if the Ministry believes you, it would look bad for them to admit it."
"In other words, I'm stuck here whether or not I like it," he whispered in reply, feeling like hitting something. His hands clenched into fists and if Tonks wasn't in front of him, he would have hit the bed frame, wall, something hard.
"For now," Tonks said. "I'll tell Remus what you've said and see if I can get access to Malfoy's records again. Maybe there's something they missed."
Harry nodded, cracking the knuckles of his right hand. "Okay. I appreciate that."
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"Harry, can you hear me?" a voice asked.
Harry slowly woke up with a small groan. When he blinked open his eyes, he saw nothing but the darkness. For some reason, he was calmer than the first time he woke up blind. "Yes," he replied roughly, his throat dry.
"He's thirsty," a woman's voice said. "Here."
Harry felt a hand behind his head, helping lift it a bit, and the edge of a glass pressed to his lips. "Here, Harry, it's water."
Harry managed to drink some of the water slowly, sighing as it wet his throat. "Hermione?" he whispered.
He heard a sob, and then, "Yes, Harry."
"And Remus," he heard the man say.
Harry tried to sit up in the bed, ignoring the painful stretch of his muscles. It felt like there were bandages everywhere on his body.
"Don't move too much, Harry," Remus said. Harry felt the man help prop him up with some pillows.
Harry nodded a bit, letting his head hang. "Where's Ron?"
"He was injured," Remus said.
"But going to be fine," Hermione added.
"That last battle was pretty bad," Remus went on. "At least until the wards fell."
"When did the wards fall?" Harry asked, looking in Hermione's direction.
"When you killed ... Voldemort," Hermione said, still almost whispering the name.
"Oh, where's Draco?" he asked softly. The last thing he could remember was pushing the man back from him, but it was just so Harry didn't hit him with the spell accidentally.
There was a long pause before Remus cleared his throat. "We know what they did to you ...." He hesitated. "But you don't have to worry about Malfoy any more."
"What ... he didn't do anything. I want to see ...." He paused, biting his lip. "I want to talk to him. Remus, where is he?"
"Shh, Harry," Hermione said, and took his hand. "There were Pensieve and Veritaserum investigations done. You don't have to worry, it is confidential. He was sent to Azkaban with the others."
Harry pulled his hand away. "No! He didn't do anything! He ... helped me. I swear!" he said loudly, shifting to move out of the bed. "I have to go. Let me go ...."
Remus laid hands on both Harry's shoulders, trying to hold him still. "Harry, hold on," he said. "You are in no condition to go anywhere."
Tears filled Harry's eyes as he weakly struggled. "No, take him out of Azkaban. Now."
"Harry." Hermione's tone was full of concern, her voice lowering. "He already admitted to torturing and raping you. They used Veritaserum on him. There were witnesses."
"Please, you're not listening. He had to do it. He helped me, please," he said quickly, tears beginning to fall.
"We understand you are upset, Harry," Remus soothed. "Here," he said, putting another glass to his lips, "you need to drink this."
"No, I don't want any more water," he mumbled, shaking his head and trying to push the glass away. "I need Draco."
"It's a potion. To help you heal," Remus said, still holding the potion for him.
Harry sniffled and nodded, reaching for the glass. "Will you take him out?"
"Drink the potion, Harry," Remus soothed. "We can talk about this later."
Harry quickly drank the potion, making a slight face at the taste as he held it out for Remus to take.
Remus took the potion vial away and then Harry had only a few seconds to realise it was a Sleeping Potion.
***
He didn't know when he next woke, but he was no longer holding anyone's hand and he felt fewer bandages this time.
Harry shifted on the bed before he slowly sat up again, shaking his head. He still felt a bit woozy, but he wasn't tired enough to go back to sleep. "Is anyone there?"
"Wotcher, Harry!" came Tonks's familiar voice. Then he heard her getting up from a chair and felt her hand take his.
Harry sighed softly, squeezing her hand gently. "Tonks, how're you doing?" he asked.
"Good," she answered. "I guess I'm lucky you woke on my shift."
"Yeah, how long has it been since the last battle?" he asked, turning in her direction.
"We aren't supposed to talk to you about it yet," she said, sounding unhappy. "The mediwitches don't think you're ready."
"What do you mean? You can't just let me lie here forever without telling me anything," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Promise you won't get upset or try to get up," she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
"Promise," he lied, knowing he probably was going to anyway.
"Today makes three weeks," she whispered.
"Three weeks? Three bloody weeks?!" All he could think about was Draco being in Azkaban for that long. "I feel fine. Let me go tell everyone that."
"I'll tell 'em," she said, but sounded worried all the same. "You had quite a bad time of it there. They almost lost you. Somethin' about using his wand and a backlash," she explained.
"I don't remember. Hey, Tonks, you're an Auror. You'd listen to me, right?" he asked, biting his lip.
"I always listen to you, Harry," she said, her voice still low.
"Draco Malfoy is innocent. Take him out of Azkaban now," he said simply, hoping she'd listen.
Again, a long pause. "Remus said you were talkin' about him," she said, hesitating. "I reviewed the investigation. Harry, he admitted it all. And there are two Pensieve memories as well."
"Yes, he did do it. But, he only did it to save our lives; don't you get it? We both would've been killed, Tonks. Please believe me, I'm not lying."
"I don't understand, Harry." She sounded sad. "I mean they think ... well, that you're havin' trouble accepting what happened to you."
"No, you're not listening again. Tonks, please, he didn't do anything wrong. He doesn't deserve to be in Azkaban," he pleaded.
He heard a sniff and knew that she was crying now. "Harry, I'm sorry, but I saw it, and I don't see how you can say that," she said. "I was one of the first people to you and you ... the blood and ... it was all over him, over his ...." Tonks trailed off.
"He had to do it. It was the only way we could get close enough to Voldemort," he replied quickly.
She was breathing a bit hard and he could feel a shudder in the hand holding his. "Harry, are you saying you asked Draco Malfoy to do that to you?" Her voice quivered as she spoke.
"Yes, because ... if I didn't, we'd both die. Tonks, you have to understand," he replied softly.
She was quiet and her hand trembled again. "If you're right ... I mean, it would explain the tip we got."
"What tip?" he asked softly, running his hand over hers.
"Someone from inside sent an anonymous tip that you were there," she said. "It's how we found you."
"Oh, that was probably him," he replied quietly.
"We never found out who," she said. "If he was helping you, why didn't he tell anyone?"
"He's scared, Tonks. They'll kill him," he mumbled in reply.
"Who'll kill him?" she asked.
"His father, I'm guessing ... Voldemort if he was still alive," he replied, sighing.
"Lucius Malfoy escaped," Tonks said quietly. "Harry, d'you have any proof of this?"
"My memories?" he asked, biting his lip at the thought of him running loose.
"It's like with Sirius," Tonks said. "It might not be enough."
"Why wouldn't it be? Please try, Tonks."
She squeezed his hand. "I'll see what I can find out." There was another pause. "But you might not want to talk more about this until you're out of here. The Ministry will not be pleased about this."
"I don't really care what the Ministry thinks. They should be glad that Voldemort's dead. And I just can't keep quiet for however much longer they're going to keep me here," Harry replied.
"Harry," Tonks whispered, "they could keep you in here. They've already implied that you might not be well mentally."
"No, they can't do that. I'm fine," he murmured, shaking his head as he bit his lip hard. They couldn't do that.
"So tell them everything's fine," Tonks whispered, "until you're back at Grimmauld and safe with the Order."
"But will they believe me?"
"I dunno, Harry," she said sadly, "but even if the Ministry believes you, it would look bad for them to admit it."
"In other words, I'm stuck here whether or not I like it," he whispered in reply, feeling like hitting something. His hands clenched into fists and if Tonks wasn't in front of him, he would have hit the bed frame, wall, something hard.
"For now," Tonks said. "I'll tell Remus what you've said and see if I can get access to Malfoy's records again. Maybe there's something they missed."
Harry nodded, cracking the knuckles of his right hand. "Okay. I appreciate that."