Drabble - Time Heals Some Wounds
Title: Time Heals Some Wounds
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 375
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Mentions of blood/wounds
Summary: A familiar patient comes into Harry's ward.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for week 2 in slythindor100's H/D LDWS Round Seven. The prompt was "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." - Albus Dumbledore.
"Incoming!"
Harry's head snapped up as his newest patient was brought into the ward, bloodied bandages wrapped around the man's torso, arms, and head. Glancing at the chart that was thrust at him, Harry thought whoever this poor bastard was, they were lucky to be conscious after losing so much blood. He sprang up to help Healer Jeffreys settle the man onto a bed at the end of the ward and heard a soft groan.
"How much pain are you in, Mister..." Harry trailed off as he looked back at the chart. "Malfoy?" He sighed. Of course it was Malfoy.
"Have you ever been hit with Sectumsempra, Healer?" Malfoy's voice was low and strained. "Let me tell you, this is not something I was hoping ever to repeat." He winced, and Harry reached for the nearest bandage.
"I'm going to take a look at your wounds now, alright, Malfoy?"
He received a small nod and got to work inspecting and cleaning the wounds. The blood flow had been slowed by mediwizards before Malfoy was brought up to Spell Damage. Harry couldn't help but notice how similar Malfoy's wounds looked to those that Harry had inflicted on him in sixth year. Seeing the deep slashes sent a pang of guilt through Harry, but he kept working.
He might not have known what his words would do that day in the bathroom, but he knew the right words to say now. He worked quickly and efficiently, sweeping his wand over Malfoy and murmuring the incantations that would start the healing process. He knew healing Malfoy now didn't make up for his actions in the past, but it felt almost right somehow to be the one to do it. Harry couldn't explain it, he just knew he was glad for the chance to help his former rival.
Harry finished reciting the counter-curse and looked down at the wounds closing on Malfoy's face. He looks just as striking as ever, Harry thought as he watched the pain slowly leaving too-pale features. Malfoy blinked and looked up.
"I should've known it would be you, Potter." He sighed, but didn't sound upset. "How many times have you saved me now? I've lost count."
Harry smiled as Malfoy held out his hand.
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 375
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Mentions of blood/wounds
Summary: A familiar patient comes into Harry's ward.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for week 2 in slythindor100's H/D LDWS Round Seven. The prompt was "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." - Albus Dumbledore.
"Incoming!"
Harry's head snapped up as his newest patient was brought into the ward, bloodied bandages wrapped around the man's torso, arms, and head. Glancing at the chart that was thrust at him, Harry thought whoever this poor bastard was, they were lucky to be conscious after losing so much blood. He sprang up to help Healer Jeffreys settle the man onto a bed at the end of the ward and heard a soft groan.
"How much pain are you in, Mister..." Harry trailed off as he looked back at the chart. "Malfoy?" He sighed. Of course it was Malfoy.
"Have you ever been hit with Sectumsempra, Healer?" Malfoy's voice was low and strained. "Let me tell you, this is not something I was hoping ever to repeat." He winced, and Harry reached for the nearest bandage.
"I'm going to take a look at your wounds now, alright, Malfoy?"
He received a small nod and got to work inspecting and cleaning the wounds. The blood flow had been slowed by mediwizards before Malfoy was brought up to Spell Damage. Harry couldn't help but notice how similar Malfoy's wounds looked to those that Harry had inflicted on him in sixth year. Seeing the deep slashes sent a pang of guilt through Harry, but he kept working.
He might not have known what his words would do that day in the bathroom, but he knew the right words to say now. He worked quickly and efficiently, sweeping his wand over Malfoy and murmuring the incantations that would start the healing process. He knew healing Malfoy now didn't make up for his actions in the past, but it felt almost right somehow to be the one to do it. Harry couldn't explain it, he just knew he was glad for the chance to help his former rival.
Harry finished reciting the counter-curse and looked down at the wounds closing on Malfoy's face. He looks just as striking as ever, Harry thought as he watched the pain slowly leaving too-pale features. Malfoy blinked and looked up.
"I should've known it would be you, Potter." He sighed, but didn't sound upset. "How many times have you saved me now? I've lost count."
Harry smiled as Malfoy held out his hand.