Bloodied Angel ~ Finished

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Harry stared at the ceiling as he thought of a way to pass his boredom. The door opened and Malfoy slipped in. He sat down on a chair a few yards away.

"I'm being punished because of you." Harry noticed his split lip and the cuts on his face.

"And I've been captured because of you. I believe you've got this far better than me." The blond sighed.

"I just do what I'm told." Harry scratched his cheek, trying to think of a response. "That looks painful. Did Dolohov do that to you?" Potter glanced at his wrist, now dark with a bruise.

"Riddle, actually. He doesn't seem to like me much."

"He likes you more than most. The General isn't good at expressing feelings and has a short temper." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Really? He just yelled at me and left, stomping like a child." The blond snorted in amusement.

"I heard that you're a doctor." Harry nodded. "I was wondering if you might help me."

"With what?" Lucius paused, as if he was nervous.

"It's my brother, he's not well."

"Not well how?"

"Well I don't know. Our potions maker has been trying to figure out what is wrong with him, but he can't."

"What are the symptoms?"

"He's been losing a lot of weight, he's even more pale, he doesn't concentrate well, and he has awful migraines."

"If you can bring Draco in, I should be able to make a diagnosis. Bring in Snape too." Lucius frowned, standing up.

"I didn't tell you his name, I also didn't tell you who our potions maker is."

"I know many names, Malfoy. Would it be possible to give me my belongings? Besides the wand and guns, of course." The blond shrugged.

"I'll see. He will be here in an hour or so with Severus."

"Good." Malfoy gave Harry one last skeptical look and went out the door.

Potter got off the bed and stretched his legs.

/:/

A skittish blond walked in without knocking. Lucius and Snape followed him, summoning chairs to sit on.

"You're lucky I managed to get this." Malfoy threw a small pouch on the bed. Harry picked it up, relieved to see his medical kit. He took out latex gloves, a small flashlight, and his stethoscope.

"Sit." Draco's lip curled as he sat.

"Filthy halfblood." The doctor tutted, sliding on his gloves.

"Take off the glamour."

"What if I don't?" Harry gave him an irritated look.

"Then I can't help you." Malfoy scowled, took it off. It revealed the dark circles under his eyes and frown lines.

"Happy?" He grumbled.

"How much sleep do you get?"

"Three hours a night, if I'm lucky."

"What keeps you awake?"

"Stress." Harry turned the flashlight on and pointed it his pupils one at a time, pleased that they dilated correctly.

"That can't be all. Night terrors?" Draco nodded after a moment.

"Sometimes I go to sleep, then wake up and... it's terrifying." He shuddered.

"Anything else?" The blond shook his head. "Sleeping more will help with the weight loss and concentration." Harry put the stethoscope's ear pieces in and listened to Malfoy's heartbeat and breathing. "Everything else seems well enough." He took out two bottles of medication. "Take one of these with diner and take an aspirin if you feel a headache coming. Questions?"

"Are you sure that night terrors are what's affecting him? I wasn't able to find what was wrong, what makes you think you can?" Snape crossed his arms.

"I am positive. You'd be surprised what a lack of sleep does to the mind and body." Both Malfoys looked relieved.

"Thank you, Potter." Lucius did his best to sound sincere.

"There's no need. Remind him to take the pills, please." Draco gave him a grimace-like smile as he left. Harry sighed, head cocked at the potions master.

"I would like to stay and talk, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, what do you wish to talk about?"

"How long have you been a doctor?" Harry hummed for a moment as he thought.

"I was before the war started, so at least five years."

"Has it been that long since this started?" Harry nodded. "How many lives have you saved?"

"I've no idea, I stopped counting years ago."

"Ahh. Explain these muggle tools to me." Harry took more contraptions out.

"Um, ok. This is a stethoscope, it's to listen to a patient's heart beat and breathing patterns." Snape examined it, putting the metal disc to his heart and putting an ear piece in.

"Fascinating." His dark eyes followed Harry's movements as he showed the man more tools. "What about medicine?" Potter presented him with more bottles.

"Muggles are quite intelligent, they just keep inventing more things to make life better. There are simple drugs, like Aspirin, that reduce pain. Then there are complex medicines that can thin blood to prevent strokes and blood clots. I like to mix muggle and wizard practices to find the most effective ways to solve problems." Harry's cheeks reddened, he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I ramble sometimes." Snape shook his head.

"Don't apologize, I find all of this very interesting. Do you mind sharing some stories?" Harry bit his lip.

"I can't give names for personal reasons, but I don't see why not." Snape pulled up a chair so he didn't have to stand. "Just a few weeks ago, a soldier came in with his leg almost completely cut off. I had to amputate it. Luckily, everything surgically went well and it didn't fester. He's been walking around with a crutch, but he'll soon get a prosthetic leg. Once I fit him and get it made, he can be walking norm...." Harry trailed off, frowning. Severus's face softened.

"The General probably won't kill you."

"He might not, but who says that I'll ever get to leave?" Harry drew his knees to his chest.

"You mustn't think like that."

"What do you believe in, Snape?" Potter asked in a quiet voice.

"I... well I believe that muggles mixing with wizards is not right."

"Do you believe that killing all muggles and supporters of muggles will solve all of your problems?"

"I suppose not." Harry seemed to be relieved by this.

"No one will win if there isn't a truce. It's impossible to kill all muggles or kill all wizards without totally destroying the whole world."

"I shouldn't be speaking with you of this."

"As a potions master, you should understand my situation. Thousands - if not more- of people depend on me. I can't afford to be stuck here for so long. Their lives are in my hands. They have wives, husbands, children, mothers, fathers." Harry's head lolled back, hitting the wall. He looked up to see the door closing. Potter muttered profanities to himself. He just hoped that James was still ok.

A/N: Hiii, I hope everyone is having a good day. Not many people are reading this, but it's fun to write. Ideas for next chapters or criticism is greatly appreciated!!