Hogwarts Harem

Healing

It was a cold day in London as Teddy made his way in front of St. Mungo's. He briefly interacted with the lady at the desk, showing him his Auror badge and his request to visit Kieran Dillon. He was allowed through right away, his heart thundering in his chest as he felt closer than ever to receiving the answers that so much was dependent on.

This case meant a lot to Teddy for several reasons: first and foremost, he wanted to put an end to the foul attacks on innocent muggleborns. His maternal grandparents Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks sacrificed much for their forbidden relationship; what with Andromeda coming from a family of blood purists and Ted being a muggleborn. Issues of blood purity ran deep with Teddy, and as a true Hufflepuff he would continue to work hard until he saw justice brought to those muggleborns. 

Admittedly, he had barely made any progress in his search for the wizards involved. His investigations revealed precious little useful information. He'd investigated the scenes of the crimes, questioned locals, and did all he could to glean more information; but to no avail. It was obvious from the proximity of the attacks that at least one Hogwarts student was involved, and he suspected more were, too. Dillon had put many death eaters in Azkaban, and it was likely that the children of those terrorists were grown now and seeking revenge. He just needed conclusive evidence. And he had a strong feeling that one particular Slytherin student was guilty - and he was so close to getting the damning evidence he needed to prove it.

Teddy followed the healer into Kieran's ward, finding the patient alert and oriented. Teddy offered him a hand and a disarming smile, inquiring after his health and offering pleasantries. The healer left them alone after a moment, and Kieran gestured for Teddy to sit in one of the chairs by his bedside.

"The healers tell me that you've been making great progress in recovering your memories from that night," Teddy said.

Kieran folded his hands on his stomach. "Well, yes - though not everything. As you know, the healers have been trying to help me work through the memory spells that the attackers presumably placed on me. I'll tell you what I do remember," he offered, and Teddy took out his quill. "There was a group of about eight of them, one of them foolishly in their Hogwarts robes, though all were masked. I'd wager that a few more of them were students as well. They stunned me, beat me bloody, and I was knocked unconscious. They took me to a cave and tortured me...They were gonna leave me there to die. I was in a right state when they left, slipping in and out of consciousness but then...a man came. This is the bit that the healers have had the most difficulty working through with me: I don't remember a single detail about his appearance. All I remember was that I felt...relieved. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me. He worked a bit of healing magic on me, though not at a proficient level. Then...it's all fuzzy. But I was left unbound, closer to Hogsmeade where others could find me, and my wand was back in my possession."

Teddy swiped a hand along his beard as he took in this new piece of information. He'd originally thought Kieran's memories were tampered with by the group of wizards who attacked him in order to further cover their asses, but it very well could have been the man who found him afterwards. It was puzzling to think about why the good samaritan would want their identity hidden - unless they were a part of the group of attackers who had felt remorse, and sought to mitigate the harm done to Kieran.

When it became clear that Kieran had no further information to share, Teddy thanked him and wished him well before exiting. The healers would work further to uncover the truth of his memories. Until then, not much else could be done. But Teddy would remain vigilant and unrelenting in his search for answers.

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Flashback - Last Year, Hogwarts Boy's Bathroom

Kit made his way out of the Transfiguring classroom, whistling a tune of his own making. He liked to chug as much pumpkin juice as he could before class just so that he'd have a valid excuse to leave, if only for the few minutes it took him to use the loo. He walked into that floor's bathroom and stopped before the stalls to check himself out in the mirror, flexing and posing as if for a photoshoot. Oh yeah. Look at you, you sexpot. God, my piss must be so upset to be leaving this fucking glorious body!

He was so wrapped up in his own beautiful reflection that it was a minute before he realized he wasn't alone in there. He heard crying coming from one of the stalls and frowned. He hated to see people upset and made it his mission to make people feel better. He prided himself in being a good friend to everyone - because most everyone wanted to be his friend. 

"Fuck," he heard the voice say, followed by a fist pounding on the wall. "I hate my fucking life. I hate my fucking parents. I'm talking to myself in a goddamn urinal cuz I've got no fucking friends to complain to. I could flush myself down this toilet and not a soul would give a fuck."

"I would give a fuck, mate," Kit said, his floppy blonde hair handing over his head as he poked his head out super creepily over the stall, causing Salvatore Rookwood to jump and curse in shock.

"How much of that did you hear, Stone?" Salvatore demanded, holding his wand against Kit's throat. 

Kit ignored his wand, not registering the threat at all. Salvatore seemed like more of a threat to himself by the looks of it - there was blood dripping from his arm. He'd been cutting himself. It looked as though he'd made a cut for every grievance he'd uttered. "Enough to know that you're drinking a venti sized depresso. I know we've never interacted much, but I hate to see you like this. I wanna be your friend. C'mon, let me in. Tell me about what's troubling you," Kit said earnestly, eyeing his cuts with concern.

"Stay out of my fucking business, Stone," he healed his incisions sloppily, siphoning the blood off with the aguamenti charm and pulling his sleeve down and exiting the bathroom, hastily swiping the tears away from his red eyes.

"Wait," Kit called, and Salvatore stilled. "I won't tell anyone about this, Salvatore. But please don't feel like you have to pretend it didn't happen with me. Let me be here for you."

Salvatore hesitated for a fraction of a second before he continued to leave without a backwards glance. Kit stared after him, deeply troubled by what just happened. He'd made several attempts to get close to Salvatore after that then ended in Salvatore threatening him and putting him on his ass until he gave up.

But Kit never truly gave up on Sal, always eyeing him with concern. And now that he had even more motive to get closer to him, he was more determined than ever to get Sal to love him as much as the rest of the world must already.

Oh yes - if they were to be boyfriend-in-laws, Kit would make sure Salvatore knew he had a friend in him.