Desperately Seeking Seekers (Drarry)

Viktor Krum

"Path the pumpkin juth," Harry said, motioning towards the jug. He had woken up with a bit of a hangover and drinking more fluids seemed like a good idea.

Ron chuckled as he handed it over. "Why are you talking like that?"

Harry's eyes flicked to where Draco was sitting with Blaise and Pansy, his hair white blond again, looking perfectly normal. He shrugged a shoulder. "Bit my tongue by accidenth." Overnight, the little nick had swollen significantly.

"You know, there are extra healers volunteering at the hospital wing for the next few weeks. They are checking over any students who were in the battle, healing old injuries. You should go," Hermione said absentmindedly as she flipped through her Daily Prophet.

Ron nodded. "Yeah. They are treating my splinched shoulder, and say it will be back to normal after three more treatments." Hermione had treated it as well as she could last year, but it was a little stiff at times.

When he had a break later, Harry went to the hospital wing. Usually, there were two or three students in the beds. Magic, when done by students, led to frequent accidents, in addition to Quidditch injuries. Luckily, most things could be healed within a few days.

This time, there were screens set up everywhere and healers in lime green robes rushing around. He could hear the murmur of voices coming from behind the screens.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a warm smile. "Hello, Harry. What can we do for you?"

"Just a shore tongue," Harry admitted, feeling embarrassed.

She chuckled at his pronunciation and waved him over to a bed. After an examination, she pointed her wand at his open mouth and whispered a few words. The slight pain vanished and his tongue felt normal again. The good thing was she never asked too many questions about how you got yourself injured, just dealt with it and let you go.

"Mr. Potter, before you go, I want you to see one of our specialists. They won't be here long, and I think you might need their services more than most." Her eyes were kind, and he found himself nodding. He trusted her medical care.

Fifteen minutes later, he was behind a screen with a older male healer who introduced himself as Elliott. He was mostly bald, and had bright intelligent eyes that scanned over Harry quickly, not missing the glasses or forehead scar. "Harry Potter," he said, his tone respectful. "It's an honor to be of service to you."

Harry understood people wanting to thank him, but it frankly made him uncomfortable. "Um, yeah, thanks. I don't actually have any lingering problems, but Madam Pomfrey thought you should examine me."

Elliott nodded. "Let's do a physical then. A thorough check over. Please strip down to your underwear."

Turning away to give Harry privacy, the healer filled in a form. The physical was thorough, using various magical instruments to check his eyes, ears, teeth, lungs, and heart.

Sitting on a stool, he faced Harry. "With all you have been through, it is remarkable that you present as a fairly normal eighteen year old. My specialty is scar treatment, and I think I can fade or remove the ones you have."

"Even this one?" Harry said incredulous, pushing back his fringe.

Elliott grinned. "Yes, even that one. There have been big developments in this area in the last ten years." He paused, his eyes catching Harry's. "But I understand that you may want to leave it alone. It marks a significant event in your life, and people recognize you by it, I imagine."

That made Harry catch his breath, and he turned his face away to look out the window. What would it be like, not being so recognizable? Would it help or hinder him in the future?