"It's a nice day," Harry intoned, forehead to the wall.
It was a poor start to Draco's night shift. He'd spent the day with Scorpius at the bookshops in Diagon Alley, then seen Auntie Dromeda for tea and cakes. Penny had just left, and a Trainee Healer had the presence of mind to detain Potter without magic and fetch Draco.
"Please let me see your hand."
Harry shifted so the side of his face rested against the wall, listless eyes measuring Draco for a moment, and then held out his arm.
The knuckles were fractured and bloodied from hammering on the doors and trying to break the window.
The view he had of the River Thames was just an enchantment. He couldn't get out.
"Weather's nice outside." Harry winced at the pain when Draco moved a finger.
"It is. Episkey! Episkey! Episkey!" The bones reformed, and he syphoned the blood away. "Wiggle everything for me. Have you any pain?"
Harry sat on the edge of the bed, and put his face in his palms. "What's happening to me? Why am I locked inside?"
"I know it must look that way. But it's for your own safety."
Potter sniffed, wiped his eyes behind his spectacles, then nodded.
"I trust you, Draco."
Draco twisted his lips. "You've had a head injury."
Potter rolled his eyes but grinned anyway.
"And on that note..." Draco got up and headed over to the Healing Records. "Tell me your name and date of birth."
Potter rolled his eyes. "Harry Potter. Thirty-first of July, 1980."
"What is your highest level of education?"
"Year six SATs," Potter said defiantly.
"What is the year?"
"I—I'm not sure."
"And the season?"
Potter's eyes flitted to the window that was always charmed to show the same mild day, then over to the Christmas tree. "Winter..."
"Tell me the month, if you can."
"Christmas."
Draco skipped the date question again and said, "Tell me where we are."
"St Mungo's Hospital. It's in London."
"Repeat after me: wand, teapot, dragon."
"Wand, teapot, dragon."
"Spell 'magic' backwards, for me please."
"Um... C—I—G—A—M."
"Repeat the three items I named earlier."
"Wand, teapot... dragon."
"Name these items," he said, pointing to the quill and a floating candle.
"Quill, candle," Potter said.
Draco wrote 'Blink three times' on the parchment, and showed it to Potter. He complied.
"Write a sentence, please. Any sentence," he said, giving Potter the quill.
He wrote, 'The weather is always the same every day'. The handwriting was not joined up.
Draco drew some overlapping shapes and Potter copied them.
"Good," Draco said.
Then he wrote:
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Heaven Through a Window • Drarry •
FanfictionLife is going swimmingly for Draco: he's a respected Healer, his son is excellent in every way, and none of his patients have died recently. Then he gets landed with Perfect Potter and his hordes of stupid friends. It's intolerable. But the more tim...
