Scars: A Dramione Veela Story

Chapter 50

Madam Pomfry's pov

It's late evening and I'm making one of the beds after my last patient of the day leaves. I dim the torches with a wave of my wand and close the drapes. I begin to head for my office when the doors burst open. Malfoy enters the room and walks over to me. He's in a horrible state. Bruises and cuts cover his face and exposed chest along with fresh and dried blood. He's slightly limping and his face is distraught.

"Mister Malfoy come sit down." I say and he sits carefully on the bed. He's facing away from me and on his back are whip marks, I can't tell he's in so much pain so I rush off to get a potion. Out of the corner of my eye I see him squeeze his eyes shut, head in hands.

I hand him the potion and he swallows it in one gulp. I can tell some of the pain has gone. I pull out my wand to begin heal him but then.

"It's no use he used a spell it makes it impossible to cure by magic and they'll scar." He says looking at the floor.

"Then let me go get you a shirt" I bustle off toward my cupboard and grab one. He gently slips it on and stands up.

"Thank you for everything." He says exiting the room. I watch him go. I have to say something. I call over my old owl Milly and quickly write a note to Minerva.