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sixty-eight | healing

guys im gonna be gone for a week so here's a double update

~no pov

Harry was fully able and cleared by the time year thirteen started. Vernon was not arrested, much to Draco's dismay. Harry begged his boyfriend not to call the police, for the sake of Dudley losing his parents.

Also, a group home didn't sound very fun. No other family would be able to take him.

He was physically healed, and was getting ready to heal mentally. Vernon despised the idea of Harry getting therapy, but after he almost killed the boy, he had to let it happen.

Draco paid for both him and his boyfriend to get private therapy, by only the best of the best. It shocked his father to find out that he was in fact bulimic, not a dickhead like he hoped. He loved Draco, shockingly, and he helped get better than the best for him to recover.

Psychiatrists gave diagnoses to the boys. Draco was diagnosed with anxiety, depression and bulimia. Harry was diagnosed with anxiety, depression, PTSD and would've been diagnosed with anorexia had he not been recovered. 

Therapy, because they were open to it, began to work. It wasn't easy, but they spent months together, healing. And healing was relieving.

"You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

After three weeks of therapy, the boys decided to tell their friendship group about their struggles, because having a bigger support system was supposed to help. And once you tell one person, you get the urge to tell everyone.

And Dr Etheria had told Draco he needed to make amends with his group. He'd been on bad terms with them for months. Months. 

etheria from pending 

They met up where they had the picnic last year. 

"Hi guys. Been a while."

This was the first time they'd all been together in a long time. A lot of them hadn't seen Harry in a while, awake. Most of them visited a few times, some visiting more than others. But when Harry woke up, he focussed on himself for a while before seeing everyone else.

"HARRY!" Hermione and Ron lunged at him, and I mean lunged. The brunet almost toppled over with the force of it. 

"Harry, oh my god, you're here." Hermione cried into his shoulder. "God, it's been so long. I missed you so much."

"Yeah, mate. You were gone forever. We all missed you like hell." Ron smiled, hugging Harry's side for a moment.

"Hiya Harry." Luna simply smiled.

"So what happened?" Hermione asked. "Draco never told us what happened. Just that you were in hospital."

"Why is that dickhead here anyway?" Ron spat. 

Ginny and Pansy, along with the twins, were holding their middle fingers up at him. The rest were either glaring or not even acknowledging his existence.

"He's here because we both have a lot to tell you."

"I don't care about anything he has to say to us." Seamus shouted. "He hit me."

"And me." Dean rolled his eyes.

"He hit me too." Neville mentioned. 

"He hit my boyfriend and was a total dick to me and Pansy." Blaise held his boyfriend's side.

"You guys are awful friends." Harry scoffed. "Draco's boyfriend, me, fell into a coma for a reason he can't even talk about, and he's a dick to everyone. That makes him a terrible person, how? None of you noticed why he acted that way."