Best friends ➤ Drarry |COMPLETED|

Chapter 114

Mention of child abuse and rape

If you are uncomfortable with talking about the symptoms of disorders, skip this chapter.

Harry's POV
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"I honestly had a bad childhood for the most part," I told her honestly. Draco put his hand in mine, squeezing it and letting me know he was there.
"Do you wish to have your partner leave the room?" The doctor asked. I shook my head.
"He knows," I told her. She nodded.
"Continue," she said. I took a deep breath and continued.
"I had a very nice aunt and cousin, but I had a very terrible man for an uncle. As you know, I was raised by muggles. My aunt and cousin never had a problem with wizards, but my uncle did.
He hated them and told me I was a freak a lot because I was a wizard and had magic. Um... Around the age of about six or so he started to hit me," I told her. She nodded sympathetically. Draco kissed the side of my head and held my hand even tighter.
"It was only small hits like slaps across the face or whacks upside the head, but they were still hits. Then it got worse. The beatings got worse once the rest of my family was out to go shopping or something. If he knew someone wasn't home, he'd take his anger out on me and hurt me. Then when I was seven going on eight... Um, he started to..." I trailed off. Draco took his hand away from mine and wrapped it around my waist.
"It's alright Harry, you can tell her," he said quietly. I nodded.
"He um started raping me," I told her. She nodded. "When I was like eight and up it got really bad and he would do it whenever everyone was out. I always had to keep quiet because he threatened to hurt me even more or kill me, and that was scary to an already horribly abused right year old," I told her.
"How did your aunt and cousin not know about all of this?" She asked softly.
"He was always strict about what I could wear the next day if he accidentally made a bruise or burn visible through short sleeves-"
"Burns?" She asked. I nodded.
"He would sometimes take my arms and put them on the stove," I rolled up my sleeves and showed her the scars from burns I received over the years.
"Okay, I'm sorry for interrupting," she said.
"And then... He got caught," I told her. I smiled at the flashback I had of Vernon being taken away by CPS.
"Caught?" She asked. I nodded again.
"One day when he was mad that I 'broke' a toy that belonged to my cousin, he started pushing me around in the bedroom and ranting. Then he got a belt out and I begged him to let me go, but he didn't.
He hit me a few times without the belt before I heard my aunt screaming for me. My uncle told me to shut up or else, but I couldn't take it anymore. I called her name a lot, getting hit in the process, and my aunt came upstairs with CPS to take him away and get me to safety.
Once she found out I was abused, she took my cousin and I away to a new house and let my uncle rot in jail. Until he got out. He came back so that he could be a part of my cousins life, and he started up with the beatings again when no one was home. I left one time before I thought it would get really bad. I didn't want to get raped again..." I told her with my head down.
I felt Draco kiss my head and wrap his other arm around my waist.
"It's okay," he told me. I nodded.
"But then I went back and the beatings still happened until I hit him back," I told her. She looked confused. I cleared my throat.
"I'm a second degree almost third degree blackbelt," I told her; her eyebrows shooting up.
"That's cool!" She exclaimed. I smiled. "But why didn't you use it on him before then?"
"I was scared before then," I told her.
"Well what made you not scared?"
"I thought that my lover was in trouble." I nodded to Draco. "My uncle made me make dinner and was mad at the results. I just wanted to get to my lover to make sure he was okay, and I couldn't take it. So I blew up and yelled at him and hit him," I told her.
"Good for you," she smiled. "Where is he now?"
"Once my aunt figured out that I was raped by my uncle, she kicked him out. She was afraid to at first because she didn't want things getting worse, but then she lost her cool when it came to that news and threw him out," I told her.
"Okay," she said as she scribbled stuff on a clipboard. "Do you have anything that needs medication so far?" She asked. I nuzzled my head in Draco's shoulder. "It's okay to be shy. I won't go around telling anyone. It's only our business,"
"He has GAD," Draco said as he pet my hair. I muttered a 'thank you' to him. "He has taken medication once or twice a day depending on how bad it was. Then he would take it if he had a panicked attack. But the medication hasn't been helping him," Draco told her. I brought my head from his shoulder.
"Alright. Mr. Malfoy-?"
"Draco," he corrected her.
"Draco, can you please step out for this part?" She asked politely.
"Of course," he said as he got up. He kissed my forehead and looked me in the eyes. "I'll be right outside," he told me. I nodded.
"Thank you Draco," she said before Draco shut the door. Now it was only the two of us.
"Alright. Now I need to ask about a few personal things. Such as Hogwarts," she said. "Anything happen there?"
"Well, every year it was something different. I had to fight for my life almost every 6 months and I was always stressed about balancing grades, defeating you-know-who, and on top of all that, whatever I was put through every year. Like the Tri Wizard Tournament, it made me stress out a lot," I told her. She nodded.
"So a lot of stress from what you had to do," she nodded. "Now, I want you to know that I'm not trying to offend anyone by saying this, but I need to know for my examinations. What about your lover?" She asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What?" I asked.
"Has your lover ever done anything to make you scared, sad, or feel unsafe at all?" She asked, and I gasped.
"No! No no no, of course not! He loves me. He's the one who's helped me through everything. I promise you, he's done nothing besides make me happy," I told her. She nodded.
"What about any forms of night terror?" She asked.
"I have nightmares and when my lover wakes me up I usually have some sort of panic attack." I said.
"Do you feel distant from anyone?"
"Well... over a period of time I didn't like to be near my friends that much. I'd always huddle in my section of the tent that we were sharing," I told her.
"Do you ever feel the need to leave a room because of something you see or get reminded of? Or have a type of panic attack?" She asked.
"Sometimes. If it's really bad. Like if we go over child abuse or someone jokes around about rape or abuse or something like that. It makes me think back about everything and I sometimes have to leave the room." (Okay guys. This is serious. Never kid around with jokes about rape or abuse of any kind)
"And who usually calms you down?" She asked me.
"Draco." I told her. "He's one of the only people who I trust with my disorder and if I need to be calmed down. He's the only one who knows how to handle the situations and give me my medication,"
"And one last thing..." She said as she wrote down notes. "Do you ever relive any past events? Whether it was triggered or not?"
"Sometimes. It's pretty rare and its triggered by something," I said.
"Alright," she said. "I'll be back with results," she said. Would you like to wait with your lover?" I nodded frantically and got up. She opened the door and I looked around the seating area, but I couldn't find Draco. Did he leave me?
"Harry love, I'm over here," I heard him shout from the other side of the room. I ran over to him.
"She's checking for results," I told him. "Hug?" I asked as I put my arms up. Draco got up and hugged me tightly. He kissed my head gently.
"I love you," he told me.
"I love you," I said into his shirt.
"Mr. Potter?" A voice asked. I looked up from Draco's shirt and grabbed his arm.
"Come with me?" I asked quietly. He nodded and kissed my forehead.
We walked over to the doctor, who led us to another room and sat us down. She went through her clipboard and looked back at us.
"Harry, I'm sorry-" fuck. I grabbed onto Draco's hand tightly as she talked. "But it appears that you have PTSD," she told me. I gulped, gets in my eyes.
"Your past has effected it greatly, but the war and what you went through is what finally pushed it. Your GAD has turned into PTSD and that's why your medication didn't work.
I have your medication ready for you and we will get more. Here is one bottle-" she handed me a bottle of pills and I handed it to Draco. "-and you will have to take your pills twice a day at least and when you have a panic attack. Same as usual, but now you must take them twice a day. Not once." She said.
"Wait, what's PTSD?" Draco asked.
"Post Traumatic stress disorder. It's basically when you have a traumatizing experience or experiences and you think back at them," she snapped her fingers and a box of pill bottles appeared.
"Take these, and you can leave when you want," she told us. She smiled sadly can and left the office. Draco picked up the box and put his arm around my waist. He apparated us to Hogwarts, into our dorm. Yeah, we get apparation privileges.
Draco threw the box down and turned to me. I bursted into tears and hugged him tightly. Draco hugged me close to him and kissed my head.
"I'm a freak now," I sobbed into his chest.
"Harry, you are not a freak," Draco told me.
"B-but now I have PTSD," I cried.
"It doesn't matter. You're perfect to me in every possible way," he said. I only cried harder. I felt Draco pick me up and lay me down on the bed.
"I don't care what I have to do. I will make you know that you're perfect," he said. I calmed down a little and sniffled a little.
"You promise you don't think I'm a freak?" I asked quietly.
"I promise. I love you more than anything," he kissed me softly and cupped my face.
"You know that? You're my everything. You're my fiancé, Harry James Potter. Do you really think that I would get down on one knee and ask you to marry me if I thought you were a freak? Because news flash baby, I don't care what you have.
I don't care if you decide one day to get a sleeve of tattoos or shave your head, and I don't care if you have 12 diseases or you have any health problem. I don't care if you're covered in scars and bruises and cuts, you're mine. And that means that I love you. I think you are absolutely perfect, no matter what,"
I started crying again. Not from pain, but from happiness. I hugged Draco tightly and nuzzled my face in his neck.
"Thank you Draco," I sobbed.
"You're welcome my love. You deserve to be told how much I love you every now and then," Draco said softly.
"I'll help you through this Harry, just like everything else. I promise."
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This is a serious chapter.

It's not okay to joke around about rape or abuse ever. You never know who you're hurting by doing that.

And just because you may have a disorder does not make you a freak. Please remember that 💜

If you think that you're suffering from any disorder, talk to someone. Mother and father figures and people you trust.

If you are abused in any way, tell someone please. Even if I don't know you guys in real life, I still care if you're getting hurt in any way.

I'm always here to talk if you need it too.

Okay guys, last day before Christmas break.

I'll see you all soon!

~Kittay 💋