Curse Of Pain

Chapter 5

Draco's POV

I honestly could say I was scared at first when I realized that Teddy's dad is the one and only Harry Potter, but now I couldn't be happier.

Our feud from the past has been dropped and I have apologized several times to him about everything I have done, but he simply waves it off and says all is forgiven.

I still feel guilty though.

When we were in school, I used to have this big crush on him, but knowing we came from different spectrums of the world, I knew it would not work.

Now however, maybe it could. My father's in Azkaban, my mother died shortly after the war, Voldemorts dead. Maybe now, we can truly move on.

Harry hasn't changed much. He's more responsible and calm during situations, but he's still the trouble maker I knew him to be.

Though I have noticed a few strange things. One, sometimes he would get a new bruise somewhere on his cheek and sometimes there are burns on his hands. I have asked him about it, but he says the same thing. That it was one of his students after a practice trial goes wrong. I don't believe him.

Dinner finally finished and all four of us sat around the table and ate in silence.

It wasn't an awkward silence, it was a calm and relaxing silence.

When we finished, Harry helped me clean up, but with magic it did not take too long.

The boys sat in the living room where we joined them shortly after and all played a game of wizards chess.

I became the victor, which is not surprising as that's all I ever did during school years with my friends.

"You should compete against Ron. He's amazing at wizards chess and it'd be an interesting match." He said to me.

"Maybe one day." I replied as I got up to clean up the mess we made.

Afterwards we all sat around the fire with hot chocolate in our hands making jokes and the boys having an arm wrestling challenge.
I glanced at Harry when I realized he no longer was talking and the smile from his face fell.

It was weird. It looked like he aged by thirty years and his face grew  incredibly pale. Almost like a sickly pale.

"I'm sorry, Draco, but Teddy and I must be going." He said standing up.

The rest of us followed.

"What?! But-"

Harry gave Teddy a harsh look that meant no arguing. I could tell he wanted to fight back before his face fell and a look of recognition ran over him.

"It's only seven at night. Surely you can stay another hour?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "No. We really need to get going. Thank you for dinner. It was fantastic. I hope we can do this again soon."

He began to walk towards the door with Teddy following him, but he lost his balance for a second.

I grabbed him before he could hit the floor. He looked as if he was going to get sick.

"You don't look so well. I don't think you should be apparating like this."

"N-No. We need to go." His face grew hot and sweat rolled down his forehead.

"No. As a healer, it would look horrible if I let you go home in this condition. Here, let me make you some hot tea and maybe check for a temperature." I went to set him back down when he threw Teddy a look.

"Uhm. Mr. Draco. Do you think he can go lay down in your room for the time being while you make the tea?"

I gave Teddy a confused look, but nodded. I pulled Harry up the stairs and laid him on the bed.

My every touch seemed to burn him, he fliched every time I moved or simply grazed him.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I just need a moment."

I nodded. "I'll be right back."

I left the room and went to make some hot tea.

Teddy stood in the kitchen biting his lip. Scorpius sat at the table looking rather worried.

"Teddy. Do you know what wrong with your dad?" He wouldn't look at me.

"I do, but I'm not allowed to say. I thought it already happened, I didn't know it was going to affect him this late in the day."

I looked at him confused. "What's affecting him?"

Teddy jumped and covered his mouth, realizing what he had just said. "I-Im sorry. I can't talk about it. He'll be fine, just give him a little bit."

"A little bit? Teddy what aren't you telling me?" I kneeled before him. "I can't help your dad if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"He's ill. That's all I can say, but I promise. He'll be fine soon."

I sighed. He wasn't going to tell me anything else. "Fine, I'm going to go check up on him." I stood and turned, but a hand grabbed my wrist.

"I'm sorry, but that's not a good idea."

I turned towards Teddy. "And why not? I'm a healer and I can tell your dad is very sick. Why wouldn't you want me to help him?"

"I do, it's just. This is his issue and I have to respect him if he chooses not to tell you. Maybe one day he will tell you, but you have to leave him alone when this happens." Teddy looked up at me with tears eyes. "Please trust me" He begged.

I sighed again. "Alright. I will check on him later. How does that sound?" He smiled up at me and nodded his head.

Harry Potter's ill. What does that mean? Is he dying or something? My nerves were getting ahead of me as the three of us sat on the couch and waited for him.

What's going on with him? Why won't he tell me?

Oh. I know, because he doesn't trust me yet.
I could understand that, but he looked so pale and fragile. It has me worrying my head off not being able to help him.

Does Teddy know? I mean, if something is wrong he would know, but even though he said this happens all the time, he still looked extremely worried.

I sighed. I don't know what to think about it.