"This won't be the end." The dark voice muttered. Everything was dark, the stone floor beneath him was icy. He counted his breaths and tried to move, even the twitch of a finger would give him hope; but it was as though his body wouldn't, or couldn't, follow his orders. After a while, he finally managed to open his eyes, yet everything was blurry. The man crawled like his life depended on it, as it probably did.
Why was he not being killed yet?
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Draco looked down at his clipboard.
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Harry Potter? Of course, he was at battle with that guy; King Witzport. He's basically Voldemort 2.0. He sighed, Harry was the most Gryffindor person he'd ever met. Draco stepped in the elevator, reading all the information about this 'unfortunate mishap'.
'Mr. Potter, whilst in battle blocked fellow Auror Ronald Weasley from an unknown spell the caster had created. It is unclear whether the wizard casting the spell knew its effects.'
Draco 'tut-tut' ed as he left the shaft to the fourth floor. He turned immediately, room one. The blond was nervous, he could see Hermione and Ron sitting by the bed. Of course, they were there. He slowly opened the door.
"Hello, My name is Healer Malfoy. This must be Harry Potter?" He raced over the last two words, embarrassed about the feelings rising inside of him.
"Is that Malfo--"
"Draco. It's Draco, Ron." Hermione gave him a look, before out-stretching her hand. Draco took it, thankful that she may be able to control the boys. "It's lovely to see you again." She smiled. He coughed.
"Yes, quite. So, would I be able to ask you some questions?" They nodded. "Mr. Weasley, did you hear the name of the spell from the caster?" Draco tried to focus on his clipboard, avoiding their eyes.
"No... but, it was long..." Oh, what a big help Weasley. Draco scribbled 'lengthy' down on the paper. After asking a lot more questions he finally turned to the patient, Saint Potter. His face was like stone, he hadn't moved at all. Another nurse came in and announced that visiting hours were over. At least he wouldn't have to deal with Granger and the Weasel once more.
Draco would now have to do some tests, he looked for a seat but discovered that there were none. As he had transfigured Hermione and Ron's seats into vials for medication. 'I could sit on the bed' Draco thought. ', wait no. Wait, I have to.' He sat down on the surprisingly comforting bed, his hand gripped the unconscious man's. His hand was warm; which was a good sign, though when he tried to let go Harry had trapped his hand in his. He awkwardly left it there as he checked a few more things.
"Parkinson!" He yelled, minutes later a short, black-haired girl came in. "We need blood tests for the complete blood count and electrolytes, glucose, thyroid, kidney and liver function, and brain scans so we can see if there's any damage to the brain itself or the issue. If anything is wrong, then we'll use magic. Yet, we don't know if a spell could somehow affect Harry." She nodded and left. Draco tried to get his hand to his side, but he was forced to continue to stay there. Had the grip gotten tighter?
