Midnight

5.) The Recovery

Unfortunately, Harry's recovery wasn't going as well as expected. There had just been to much damaged, in such a small time frame. Together, Harry and Narcissa, they convinced the town Harry was in a horrible car accident. It wasn't that difficult, not with Harry's mind control abilities. Narcissa was the only one who still knew the real truth. She was doing her best to nurse him back to health, when his needy boyfriend wasn't. Something Harry was sure that was slowly doing his healing progress is he needed fresh human blood. He was still far to weak to walk though out the manor, let along be able to hunt and he wouldn't dare bring it up. Narcissa, and Harry still didn't answer why and agreed to stay out of her kind, was running out of the blood she had. So Harry wasn't even drinking his cups like he did the first couple of days.

Draco came into the bedroom, with this small tray. Even though he didn't understand. Narcissa had told him, Harry wouldn't really be eating a lot, if anything during his recovery. He trusted his mother, so he didn't question it, even though he still had a lot of question. Harry looked up at him, and give Draco a soft smile. He seen the look of questions in his eyes as he walked over. "I'll be fine, darling." Draco nodded, and Harry took the cup of water off the tray. "I just know mama knows something. Something is won't tell me." Draco eased down on the bed, after sitting the tray on the end table. It still held a piece of dry toast on a plate along with a letter. Harry's pointed to the letter. "A man came by yesterday. Mama wouldn't let him through the gate. He left the letter. It's in french, I didn't know you knew french." Harry slowly picked up the letter and meet Draco's gaze. "Yes, I know french. I also know Russian, spinach and that American sign language." Draco opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. It was unavailable. He struggled with french! Let alone so many other languages. Harry chuckled, looking over the open letter in his hands. "I bit of Japanese too. However, I haven't been to Japan but once and don't plan on a trip back, so I doubt that's one I'll learn." Draco just planted a light kiss on Harry's cheek. "I think it's amazing. You have to teach me!" Harry chuckled. "Teach the teacher? Perhaps. How are the students? Ready for the holiday?" Draco nodded. "They dislike my Christmas break project. It's small! It won't even take that long, I don't see the big deal." Harry laughed. "Children don't want to spend their time away form school, doing work for school." Draco noticed the frown as Harry started to read the letter. "Harry?" Draco crawled up the bed, for Harry to fold the letter down. Draco wasn't to find out, not this way. "I think it's time for a walk, Care to grab that cane your father... Questionably let me have?" Draco smiled lightly, giving Harry's cheek a kiss. "Even thought he has this very strong dislike for you, he knows mama and I care. He does...in his own way cares to." Harry just nodded, watching Draco hurry out the bedroom.

Harry locked the bedroom door and dug out that block of sunblock before there was a knock on the bedroom door. "I can't let you meet with him." Harry wanted to smile. She cared far to much about her new vampire ward. Harry opened the door to let her in, that she knew to relock behind her. Harry eased back down in the desk, back at the mirror. "You opened the letter." She nodded, before walking behind him. "Does that really work? I wondered how you managed during the day." Harry nodded. "Only a few hours at a time. Maybe four, depending on the kind. Rather annoying." He rubbing a little in the reminder of his face, looking at her gaze in the mirror. "I can't let you follow me. I haven't the strength to defend you." She just shock her head. "His been lurking around for a few days now. At least that I've seen. I think he's always been lurking since we left the apartment. It's been nearly a month." Harry lend back in the office chair and she grabbed the tube to hide once more. "I'm aware it's already December. I hear talks between your husband and yourself about what day to plan your party, between the ones you must attend." She flashed a look of relief. "I have to go to the hospital Fundraiser. I know it isn't want your used to, but he gave me a call. He can get me a few more this Saturday. So yes, that's a must." She zipped the small bag closed, before a small flash of upset crossed her face and she frown. "You also said you'd stay out my head." Harry turned his chair around. "I don't lurk in your mind. Your thoughts are often loud and sometimes the jump. I have had that problem since I learn telepathy. It makes public places, uncomfortable." Harry rubbed his forehead, remembering all the headaches. "I'm going. I'll be quite, but I am going." She crossed her arms and unless Harry wanted to use mind control, which he certainly did not, she wasn't going to change her mind. "Very well. Not a word, Narcissa. Your walking into...'the lions den'?" Harry was unsure if that was a common term or if she'd understand. She nodded, she understood. "I have to get ready." She walked over to the door. "I need new pictures. Seeing how you get all embarrassed or modest now about me seeing you without your shirt. I mean, I was the one that found you." Harry rolled his eyes slightly. "Narcissa. I'm dating your son, it's very unsettling to walk around his mother without a shirt on." She couldn't help but let a small smile show. "I need to know. It isn't like I can asked somebody." Harry then gave a small nodded. "This evening. You'll get to play doctor. Twenty minutes." She nodded and hurried to get ready herself.