Medical Miracle- Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 15

It's six by the time I leave Louis's house. He was quite late for work.

By the time I got home, it was half past. When I walk in, I look around the house to find nobody is home.

Absentmindedly, I start to climb the stairs to find an absolute mess. Mother's door is wide open.

In confusion, I walk downstairs just in time to catch the landline. When I pick it up, Jackie speaks in a whisper "You better get up her, dear."

~

When I show up to work in my black scrubs. Louis steps up to me, immediately "I tried to call you, but your cousin picked up the call."

I look to him, softly "I left it at home."

He nods, before Jackie looks to me pitifully "Dear boy."

The concerned look on their faces tells it all, and I don't feel a damn thing when I ask "She's dead, isn't she?"

They look me over, before Jackie states "It looks like she overdosed herself on liquid morphine, sometime last night."

I bat my eyes, before asking "Where is she?"

Louis places his hand on my arm and I back away, before he goes stone cold sober "She's in a private room, downstairs."

I furrow my brow and insist "Excuse me."

~

When I step into the chapel, Ginny stands and runs towards me, pulling me in for a hug "Where have you been?"

She backs away only a moment later, before looking me in the eyes. In that moment, I know she knows.

As I sit with the body, I can hear arguing down the hall.

"His medication isn't working anymore!" Ginny cries.

"It's the stress of everything." Blaise insists "It's causing him to become sexually obsessed."

Harry is silent for far too long "I should have seen it."

Olivia speaks in a soft voice "It's not your fault." He sighs and she declares "I'm going to run some labs. I'll see if his viral count has gone up."

Harry and Olivia step into the room, and I just can't feel a damn thing.

~

As Olivia draws my blood, Harry rubs my shoulder, softly "It's going to be alright."

After Olivia has finished her specimen withdrawal, she looks at me in pity "I'm going to go rush your labs."

I nod and Harry asks "Are you thirsty?"

I nod and he declaring "I'll go get you a bottle of water."

When he leaves, I hear the door lock. Instantly, I walk towards the window and climb out.

~

A week later, I'm in London. As I dance amongst the other gays, with my freshly dyed black hair, the music skids off and everyone gives a disappointed "Ahhh!"

On stage, I see Harry Potter up on the bar. A photo of my face is plastered on the monitor.

He cups his hands to use as I microphone and calls out "The music will resume in a moment, I've just got one question. Has anyone seen this man?"

I look to him, utterly mortified from my spot, thirty feet from the bar. A man, about ten feet to my left, asks "What do you want with him?"

Harry looks at him, tiredly "He's the love of my life." The bar goes completely silent, until Harry shakes his head "He's got HIV, and bipolar disorder, but I love him."