Drarry Oneshots (A-Z Challenge)

Apothecary

AU where Harry wasn't of age yet when the war ended, so he went back to the Dursley's one last time.

*Trigger Warning: Physical Abuse*
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Harry's POV

My vision went blurry as he continued to kick at my ribs. Then a heel came down hard on my face, eliciting a deafening crack from my nose as I feel the blood pouring down my face. His words were lost to the ringing in my ears before he turned and walked away, locking the door behind him.

I lay on the bedroom floor for what could have been hours before I'm sure that everyone's asleep. I force myself to sit up, ignoring the seering pain, that is most likely multiple broken ribs, and crawl over to the door wincing in pain. I grab my wand from where it lay on the floor and mutter a quick alohomora.

I tuck my legs under me and focus all of my energy into standing. I start to make my way down the stairs leaning heavily against the wall until I collapse into a pile at the bottom. I drag my self over to the cupboard and unlock it shakily.

This time was worse than before. If I stay there's no telling what could happen. So I gather what little strength I have left, and accio all of my things. They gather themselves into my case and I shrink it down to put in my pocket.

I drag myself out the door up to the curb. The knight bus arrived not too long after and Stan helps me up into the bus and into one of the beds.

"Where to?" He asks sounding slightly concerned.

I splutter for a moment. "D-diagonally." I finally choke out wincing at the harsh pains coming from every direction.

I start to numb from the blood loss and my vision is going dark around the edges. I lose track of time as I try to keep the pain to a minimum, and next thing I know I'm there. I stumble out of the bus and down the road towards what I hope is the Leaky Cauldron, but my knees give out and I collapse against the nearest thing, which, to my luck, just so happens to be a door.

I pound my fist against the door as hard as I can, praying that someone will hear me. I hear a door open and and a man say "Oh my god.", then I feel myself being pulled inside before my vision goes completely dark, and I'm out cold.

Draco's POV

I hear a groan from the next room over. I rush in just in time to see Harry sitting up and rubbing at his forehead.

"You're awake. " I state, catching his attention. His head snaps toward me to see who had spoken, but winced and shut his eyes tightly, instantly regretting it. "Careful. I stopped the bleeding and fixed your nose and ribs, but it's all still gonna be sore for quite a while."

He opened his eyes slowly and they began to widen. "M-malfoy?" He asked.

I smiled a bit sadly. "Yeah, that's me." I  hand him a cup of tea and pull up a chair next to the couch where he lay. "Drink up. It'll help with the pain."

He raised his eyebrow as if asking how tea was gonna help with his broken ribs. "Special blend." I state vaguely.

He still looks skeptical, but after wincing again he starts to drink it. "Now, that should help with pain and any extra healing that I hadn't done yet, but you'll still need some rest." I pause for a moment contemplating how best to ask my question. "Maybe," I start slowly "If you feel comfortable I mean, then maybe you could tell me what happened? I won't make you though."

He looks at me for a moment before sighing. "Well, you tell me what you know and I'll tell you the rest."

I stare shocked for a moment, shocked. I didn't think he'd actually tell me. "Um A-alright, well," I think for a moment, "Well, I was sitting in my room reading when I heard someone desperately knocking at my door. When I got downstairs and pooped the door you collapsed. I did a few diagnostic scans and you're in really poor shape, but I don't know why. I did what I could to fix you up using a few spells and... potions... but you were out for a while and now you're awake. That's about all I know."