Speak

Say Hello

*six months before*

Draco and Harry walked down by the canal, staring into the calm waters, giggling at the ducks and gazing over the trees on the other side. They were enjoying the summer sun and enjoying each others company as they wouldn't be seeing each other in a while - Draco was going away.

Draco worked at St Mungo's, as a healer. He had always wanted to be a healer and had worked hard enough to become one. He loved the job and knew a few people there so wasn't alone, like he was for most of his life.

Harry was an auror, what he had wanted to be. His favourite part of the job was when he was out, hunting dark wizards as he hated being inside after his many years living in a cupboard. He was happy, it was his dream job, and Ron became an auror too so he loved it, being with his best friend.

Draco had been called out to France for six months, to discover new healing ingredients for patients in the hospital. Harry was going to miss him, of course, but he would cope. Its not like that much could happen.

Five days after Draco had left, there was an attack on the Auror office (Harry is head auror). Several dark wizards had managed to sneak into the ministry and attack their only defense, severely injuring many good aurors. Of course they mainly targeted the best auror - Harry. He had been hit with ; Sectumsempra, crucio, stupefy, crucio again and many other dark spells. He was on the verge of death. One more spell would surely finish him off and one more wizard was walking through the door. Harry watched their heavy boots on the floor and saw them stop by his head and saw their knees bend so they could see his face.
"Quick! In here" The person shouted, but Harry never heard it as he passed out.

He woke to strong arms carrying him through brightly lit corridors and through swinging doors. Ragged breathing was puffed down onto his face as he slowly opened his eyes to be met with a tear land on his face. He scrunched his eyes closed again and made a face. He heard a chuckle and immediately recognized it.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake" Said the voice. Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco smiling down at him and he smiled back but he winced as it hurt. A lot. Draco frowned and looked up again.
"How are you carrying me?" Harry asked, aware he was still in Draco's arms.
"Well, you're not really that heavy" Draco answered, opening another door and walking into a ward in a hospital.
"Where am I?"
"St Mungos" Draco placed Harry down on the bed, picked up a clipboard and closed the curtains around them.
"Why are you here?"
"Ummm, well...." Draco stuttered and looked up at Harry's face "Once I heard you had been attacked, I flew back and insisted on caring for you. I'm going back to France when you are healed" He looked back down to the clipboard and started writing something very quickly. Harry groaned in pain when he tried to move and pulled the sheets up over his head. "Stop" Draco said with authority in his voice "You'll make it worse"
"Make what worse?" Harry asked curiously.
"You were attacked -" Draco started before Harry interrupted him.
"Really? Hadn't noticed" He said sarcastically.
"Shut up" Draco smiled before his face dropped again " Ummmm... You were hit twice with the cruciatus curse, once with sectumsempra, stupefy - which blasted you back into a wall - and punched several times. Broken ribs, chest cut open, bruises, cuts - you name it really. I haven't checked you over yet, I will need to do that -"

He started mumbling and Harry started to feel woozy again. "No sleep" Draco announced, making Harry jump at the sudden change in volume and look into his boyfriend's face.
"What do you want me to do then?" He asked impatiently.
"Take your shirt off" Draco said simply, looking over his notes. Harry looked surprised at the bluntness of the statement but did as he was told, wincing as the fabric passed over his deep wounds. Draco heard this and looked over. What he saw next however, no one could ever be prepared for. Blood was dripping down his stomach and his chest was inflamed. Two deep cuts ran over his chest, exposing raw flesh and tissue. Running down his arms, were black bruises and small scratches that also led over his hands and up his neck, giving him the look that he had just been in a war. Similar scratches also dotted his cheeks and forehead and white dust settled in his dark hair, like snow on a tree. Draco gasped and a tear rolled down his cheek and his hand shot up to cover his mouth.

"W....who did th...this?" He stuttered, gesturing towards the wounds. Harry shrugged but winced at the movement, sighing in defeat and leaning against the pillows. "Wait here, and don't move" Draco turned and walked out of the curtains leaving Harry on the bed with his eyes squeezed shut. And completely alone to his own thoughts.

Thats all for chapter 1!! I hope you enjoy, I was supposed to be doing science homework but I wrote this instead....oh well!