Draco Malfoy (draco_un4seen) wrote in unforeseen_rpg, @ 2007-08-16 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony, draco, narcissa |
Anthony tends to Draco (PG-13)
Who: Anthony Goldstein, Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy
When: May 9, 1998, midmorning
Where: Slytherin Dorms
What: Would-be healer Anthony pays a "house-call" to Draco.
Notes: PG-13. No smut, but some nudity, graphic depiction of injuries and discussion of abuse.
Status: Complete
Anthony carried a heavy bag down the corridors, back in what remained of his Hogwarts uniform, grey dust from the stones mixing with some suspicious brown patches near the base. His eyes looked around as he walked down into the deep dungeons, where he had only been for Potions class. He knew where the Slytherin dorm was - the location wasn't much of a secret after the battle - but he still couldn't get in. So, he resorted to standing outside the thick wooden door and knocking with the rim of his fist, the sound echoing down the corridor. He hoped it was loud enough to penetrate the thick wood.
Narcissa opened the door and recognized the young man that had been speaking with Draco earlier in the hall. "Yes?"
Anthony looked up, his mouth opening to speak, but then stopping. That... wasn't the right person. "I, uh, need to speak with Draco, Mrs. Malfoy."
Narcissa's expression was unreadable. "Why do you wish to see him?"
Anthony's mind ran wild, scanning for a reasonable explanation that didn't compromise the other man's privacy. "I need his assistance about a potion for the Hospital Wing. It's a bit more complicated than I can brew myself," he said, trying to keep his face impassive.
Narcissa hesitated for a second before opening the door a little wider. "Come in," she said quietly, assessing the young man.
Anthony picked up the bag and walked into the room, not entirely sure how he managed to get in. It seemed incongruous that he had just successfully lied to a Slytherin. "Where is he?"
Draco was sitting on the sofa again, lying back with he head resting against the back. He opened his eyes when Anthony entered and let out a long sigh. He had forgotten about agreeing to let the would-be-Healer treat his wounds.
Anthony heard the sigh and turned his attention over that way, his blue eyes focusing on the figure seated on the couch. Internally, he winced. To see such a beautiful man reduced to such a state was a true crime. 'But you must not let him think anything,' Anthony reminded himself, sharply. "Ah," he said out loud, walking over slowly in that direction. "Is there somewhere more private we can speak?" he asked, letting his eyes fall to the floor politely.
Draco shrugged and then got very slowly to his feet. He tried to make it look lazy rather than show his weakness. "First years dorm is empty," he said.
Anthony nodded, and bowed slightly, extending one hand. He had no clue where it was, so he couldn't exactly lead Draco to it.
Draco led him down a corridor to the younger kids dorm. They had evacuated in such a hurry that things will still strewn all over the place - bedding tossed aside and things pulled out of trunks. He took a seat on the nearest bed.
Anthony closed the door behind them, and took out his wand, tracing it around the edges of the door and putting up a locking charm and a silencing charm. "First, I want to apologize," Anthony said, as he took a seat on the bed none over from where Draco was sitting. "I shouldn't have asked you about your health in such a public space."
"Not much privacy right now," Draco answered with a shrug.
Anthony nodded. "But, right now, this room has silencing and locking charms on it. No one can hear what you are saying. You have privacy at this moment."
"So how does this work then?" Draco asked.
Anthony placed his wand on his lap and looked at Draco. "I'd like to run a few diagnostic spells on you, check your blood pressure, try and see if I can find out why you're looking so pale." He cocked his head slightly to the side. "Are you experiencing any pains, weakness, anything like that?"
Draco snorted. "I can tell you why I am pale. I have not eaten or slept normally in so long I don't even remember what normal is anymore. As for pains..." He began unbuttoning his shirt.
Anthony blushed a little bit, but got himself under control, taking out the piece of parchment and writing down what Draco had said.
Draco unbuttoned completely but didn't pull the shirt open, hesitating. "You swear you won't talk about his?"
Anthony nods. "I swear on the honor and name of my family," he said, raising his right hand. "I swear on my wand that I will not tell anything I learn without your permission."
Draco nodded but frowned. He had not willing shown anyone his body since before the incident in the bathroom with Potter. It was bad enough that every bone of his chest and spine stood out. But it was much worse than that. He peeled his shirt open. There were scars - a lot of them - on his chest, back and more. Scars from the spell Harry had done had been the first. But Voldemort and his Death Eaters had added burns and other marks to the collection. Some of them weren't scars but still open wounds. There were bruises too.
Anthony paled slightly, the quill in his hands stopping from where he was writing. He'd seen horrible damage in the Hospital Wing, but... this was another level of horror. The other injuries, while intentional, were the result of combat. This, this was torture. "H.. How were these inflicted?" he asked, his voice quivering slightly.
"Does it matter?" Draco asked, voice flat.
Anthony bit his lip. "I won't make you repeat what happened if you don't want to. Are these magical wounds? Dark Magic?" He leaned forward slightly, inspecting them, keeping his hands at his side. He didn't want to spook the other teen.
Draco shuddered but gritted his teeth, taking a deep breathe to control his fear. Then he spoke, it was still in that distant voice. "Some were magical, others were... physical."
Anthony straightened slightly, drawing back. Was the other person saying what he thought he was saying? "Draco," he asked, hesitantly. "were you raped?"
Draco flushed bright red and started to put his shirt back on. "I don't see how it matters," he said.
Anthony gently rested his hand on the other boy's arm, stopping him. "Draco. Listen to me." he said, his voice soft. "I'm not going to hurt you. If you were hurt in that way, there may be other things that I need to check for...."
Draco flinched at the touch. "Check whatever need to check," he whispered in an angry sounding voice. "I just don't want to talk about it."
Anthony withdrew his hand carefully. "Alright." he said, picking up his wand and standing in front of Draco. "Is it alright if I run a few diagnostic spells? They might tingle," he said, his face a little pale.
"Yes, just do it," Draco whispered again.
Anthony raised his wand, and waved it over Draco's body, the quill picking up in midair and scribbling down information quickly on the parchment sitting on the bed. He looked at the parchment, then flicked his wand again, a complex series of diagrams scribbling out carefully. He lowered his wand as he inspected them. "How are you doing? Was that uncomfortable?" he asked.
Draco hardly felt it. He rarely felt anything any more. "Fine," he said.
Anthony nodded, and looked up, meeting his eyes. "Your injuries are extensive, Draco. I'm not qualified to treat many of them. Have you considered talking to Madame Pomfrey?" he said, pulling bottles out of the bag and checking the labels, placing some back and placing some on the floor.
"I am not talking to anyone," Draco hissed. "If I had felt like doing that, wouldn't I have done so before now?"
Anthony nodded, shaking his head slightly. "Somehow I knew that was going to be the answer," he muttered to himself, still looking through the bag. "Have you been having nightmares?"
Draco looked at him like he was mad. "Haven't you been here for the last year? Of course, I have bloody nightmares."
Anthony looked at him, apologetically. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can give you something to help with that. These wounds I can clean up, and I can give you a salve to try and get rid of some of the scars. The magical ones will be more difficult, but I can do some research." He bit his lip, then continued. "You're malnourished. I can give you potions to try and get your nutrition up, but... why haven't you been eating?"
Draco snorted. "I don't feel like it."
Anthony straightened up a little bit, suddenly, as a thought struck him like a piano falling down a staircase. Draco's attitude towards his own health was frightening; if Draco didn't care enough about himself to keep eating, and had let himself deteriorated this far, perhaps he was actively trying to let himself go as well. "Let me see your arms, Draco," Anthony said, his voice sharp with concern.
Draco frowned but held out this thin pale arms. There were dark bruises on his wrists.
"This isn't still going on, is it?" Anthony asked. He was surprised, not finding the types of scars he thought he would. He looked straight into the other boy's arms. "Those are restraint marks."
"They are and it was," Draco said coldly. Not that any of the "heroes" ever seemed to give a damn, he thought. "And I believe they won't be around to bother me any more."
Anthony shook his head, sadly, as the rage flared inside him. It was times like this that he didn't feel so badly about killing those fucking Death Eaters. But he steadied his voice, trying to keep the rage out of it lest Draco mistake who he was angry at. "Potions for nutrition are also on the list," he said. "Draco... I need to run one more diagnostic spell. This may be uncomfortable," he said, looking a little uncomfortable himself. Based on Draco's reaction, sexual abuse seemed to be obvious, and he had to check for internal injury.
Draco narrowed his eyes but nodded.
"I'm sorry. Tell me to stop if you want me to," he said, and raised his wand, pointing it at Draco's lower body, and flicking it, closing his eyes as the information appeared in his head. This was not a spell he wanted the results written down for. Just in case.
Anthony winced slightly, and cut the spell. "I'm sorry," he said. "But there isn't any serious internal damage, which is very good."
Draco shrugged.
"Draco, do you have someone who can apply salve to your scars? A close friend, perhaps?" Anthony said, hesitating for a second. He didn't want to do it himself, unless he had to. Anthony worried that touching Draco Malfoy would be too arousing to control his reactions.
Draco shuddered at the idea of anyone touching him. "I am pretty flexible, I think I can reach," he said.
Anthony looked at him, his blue eyes sad. "I'm sorry Draco; I really am. I wish...." he raised his hand, trailing off. "I need to knit those wounds together. It may hurt a little bit."
Draco nodded. "Back or front first?" he asked.
"It's up to you Draco. I'll be as gentle as I can," Anthony said, smiling a little bit, though he didn't feel particularly happy.
Draco held out his arms, facing the man, and arched an eyebrow, waiting.
Anthony held out his wand in front of him, and began a spell almost song like in its quality, his tone fluctuating in a specific pattern as the wounds on Draco's front began to close up, some wounds healing to flawless flesh in a matter of seconds, others healing to small scars. A few of the lighter pre-existing scars faded as well - the ones that had been caused by physical injury, rather than magical.
When the spell was complete, Draco turned around, looking over his shoulder. He had a difficult time turning his back on anyone these days.
Anthony gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile, and began the spell for Draco's back. The room spun before him slightly because of the effort he was putting into the spell, but he pressed on, trying to heal all the open cuts so they would not get infected before he collapsed. Only twenty seconds into the spell, enough to close the wounds, but not to clear the non-magical scars, he collapsed onto the floor, hands in front of him, panting. "The salve... can take care of... the scarring," he panted out. When this kind of spell was wielded by someone very practiced in it, it wouldn't cause this kind of drain.
Draco looked down at him. "What happened?" he asked, frowning.
Anthony stood up, a little shakily on his feet. "Don't worry about me," he said, taking a deep breath, and shaking the hair out of his eyes. "It just takes a lot of energy to maintain a spell at that level."
"Sit down," Draco said, gesturing to the bed he was standing beside.
Anthony didn't need to be told twice, and sat down on the bed, resting his against the bedpost as he drew in a few slightly ragged breaths. Trying to regain some shard of professionalism, he pointed at a few bottles on the floor. "That..." he said, pointing to a series of bottles with a bright blue potion in them. "That is a dreamless sleep potion. One vial per night, and you should get a healthy dreamless sleep." He drew in another deep breath, trying to steady his breathing.
"I know potions," Draco drawled. "Sleep potions make it hard to wake up if you have to in a hurry."
"That's true." Anthony admitted. "But in the state you are in currently, you wouldn't be able to put up too much of a fight. You need the sleep. If you want to, sleep in the same room as someone who isn't under the effects of the potion."
Draco considered the problem. The Carrows were gone. But there were still a number of people who might want to hurt him. And the wards of the castle were down. He shrugged.
"The small bottle of yellow goo is a restorative salve for your scars. The green vials should be taken once daily to balance your nutrition."
Draco nodded, picking up the vials and setting them aside. He redressed himself then.
Anthony stood up, shaking his head a little bit, and stuffed the parchment into the bag. "You can brew the sleeping potion yourself, if you wish. The other two you can get from myself, or from Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing." He cocked his head slightly to the side. "Is there anything else, Draco?"
Draco felt awkward but shook his head. "Thank you," he said.
Anthony gave a small smile. "If there's anything else, or something changes... come see me immediately." He frowned slightly. "I don't know what spells they may have used on you, so it may take a few different salves to find one that works for all the scars." He bowed, deeply. "Mister Malfoy," he said, respectfully, as he turned to leave.
Draco watched Anthony go and then locked the door behind him. He sat down on the bed and stared at the potions and salves. Should he use them? He sighed and nodded to himself, beginning to undress again. Slowly, painfully, he applied the salves everywhere it hurt. Then he redressed himself. He wondered if he could just stay in here tonight.