I was slumbering peacefully when Harry's shouts jumped me awake.

"Stop this...-no. Please let me go, I promise I won't tell!" He shouted.

"Harry, Harry wake up." I shook him. His eyes flew open and his breathing was heavy. I pet his head gently and he took a shuddering breath. "Want to talk about it?" I asked and he nodded. I helped him up to sitting position. He snuggled into my shoulder and intertwined our hands.

"It was the day everything happened." He started. His voice was wary. "I needed to pee so Crabbe and Goyle took me. They let me pee and when I walked out, I was shoved up against the wall. They were going on about they can finally do it. Make me pay for making you a faggot." He spat and I winced at the derogatory name. "They punched me and hit me against the wall. Threw me to the ground and kicked me like I was nothing." His voice cracked. "I was begging them to stop. Begging, pleading, telling them to stop." He said and my hand tightened on his. I had never known what happened exactly. The only people who knew were Crabbe, Goyle, and Harry. Crabbe and Goyle were carted off to jail the moment they found Harry's necklace. And Harry wasn't there to tell me. "And if they had stopped, I wouldn't have told you the truth. I would have lied to you. Made up some stupid excuse to you so you wouldn't worry." He told me and then let out a sob.

"Did you think they were gonna kill you?" I asked softly. My other arm, which was in the brace because I got accustomed to wearing it at night, pet his hair.

"I-I thought I was gonna die." He sniffled sorrowfully. "I passed out and I thought I was dying. I thought I was gonna be with my parents again but nothing ever came. It was just darkness." He told me and I licked my lips nervously.

"I tried calling you." I told him as he wiped his face on my bare skin. I didn't mind though. "I was terrified that something happened. I called you twice before an officer picked up your phone. He told me to meet him on the field so he could take me. He told me what happened and I was heartbroken." I told him and held him close to me. "You looked so broken."

"I was." He whispered. "When I woke up, I was so scared. I didn't know where I was, who I was, I didn't know who these people were telling me they were happy I was awake. It was hard." He told me and I felt him swallow. "Papa had told me that he was my adoptive father and that Remus was his partner. I understood that part but it took me awhile to remember. They told me we were going to America. And then we left."

"I didn't visit you." I divulged quietly. "I couldn't... I'm sorry." I apologized. He snuggled into me more and kissed my neck.

"I don't care you didn't visit me." He whispered. "I care that I was lied to and that you were hurt."

"It's just... I couldn't believe they hurt you and that you were in a fucking coma. I grieved awfully though."

"But you got through it and it's only up from here, yeah?"

"Yeah." I agreed. He stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to me if that was possible. "C'mon, let's go to sleep."

"Okay." He agreed. I gently laid us down with him being close to lying on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and gently brushed my hands though his hair.

"Sleep well prince." I whispered. He lifted his head up and kissed my lips.

"Sweet dreams king." He told me and then we both fell into a deep slumber.

"Draco." I looked up at the source of the voice. Father was standing over me. I had been reading against the tree in the shade soaking up the rare sunshine.

"Father, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I've come to visit."

"Where's dad?" I asked looking around and he sighed.

"He is at home." He disclosed and I nodded. I placed the bookmark in the book and stood up.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked and he grimaced slightly.

"Formalities aren't needed Draco." He told me. "I've met with your therapist and she thinks it's time to take you home." He said.

"Really?" I asked happily.

"Yes." He gave me a small smile. "All you need to do is pack up your things and we will be on our way." He told me and I lunged at him. I hugged him so tightly something Malfoy's never usually do.

"Thank you." I whispered. He patted my back and then ruffled my hair.

"Let's go."

I let my eyes flutter open and Harry was smiling at me. His green eye glisten from the sleepiness.

"Morning." He whispered. "Did you have nice sleep?"

"I slept very well." I leaned in and kissed him. "How about you?"

"I slept just fine, thank you for asking." He stretched as much as he could. I helped him sit up and left him against the headboard as I stood. My leg was in the brace so I could hobble around with it.

"Need to pee?" I asked and he nodded. I waddled over to the wheelchair bringing it to the side of the bed. I lifted him into it and waddled him into the bathroom. What I had to do for him was strip of his boxers and have him pee sitting down. So that's what I did.

"I hate having to pee this way." Harry mumbled. "I feel like a girl."

"Love, I'm sure other guys pee sitting down." I assured him. He rolled his eyes and then flushed the toilet. I stood him up without thinking and he fell to the ground hard. "Fuck Harry, are you okay?" I asked. His face was red with embarrassment and he buried into his arm.

"Yeah I'm fine." He muffled. "Can you um just help me?" He asked.

"Yeah of course." I told him and scurried to help him in the chair. He took a shaky breath and settled into the chair. He was looking down in humiliation so I grabbed his chin so he could look me in the eyes. "Harry, it's okay. I'm a doctor remember? I see these things all the time and you shouldn't be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed because it happened in front of you." He mumbled. "I'm embarrassed because it happened."

"What?" I looked into his eyes and he blinked slowly.

"I can't walk Draco." He told me. "I can't even stand and I'll never be able to. I'm embarrassed cause I was once a person who loved adventure and now I'm confined to the chair."

"You shouldn't be ashamed of being in a wheelchair Harry. It's not a bad thing. And there still a chance you'll be able to walk. You just need to try." I advised him. He swatted my hand away gently and then looked dressed.

"Please just help me get dressed." He mumbled and then I silently brought him in our bedroom.

~~~

"He feels useless Blaise and I don't know what to do." I told Blaise on the phone. He was out shooting some photos while I stayed home by myself. Harry's parents and brother stopped by to take him out. They offered me to go but I assured them that they should enjoy their time alone.

"Well like I said before, make him feel better."
"I try." I stressed. "I tell him not to be embarrassed and not to be ashamed but he is. I tell him that he'll walk again but it doesn't sound like he even wants to attempt at it."

"Well maybe you just need to encourage him. Don't push him or anything."

"I'm not even pushing him!" I yelled. "I just let him know he'll walk again."

"Okay okay." He said. "Settle down. I'll try and talk to him.'

"Okay." I sighed. "Thank you."

"No worries." He said and then I heard the door opening.

"I need to go, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay bye Draco. Love you." Blaise said cheerily. Harry walked in with his parents and brother.

"Bye love you too." I mumbled and then hung up. I stood up and greeted Harry with a kiss.

"Hello."

"Hi, who was that?" He asked.

"That was Blaise. He called to tell me he wasn't coming home for dinner."

"Oh alright, how was your day?" He asked. I greeted Harry's parents and brother.

"It was fine. Boring and I missed you." I said and then brought him to the couch.

"I missed you too." He said. Teddy walked off to go play with the cats so it was just us adults.

"So how was your day? What did you do?" I asked.

"We went to the boardwalk." Sirius informed me. "We walked... um wandered around a bit. We played a few games." He explained.

"We had lunch outside." Remus added.

"That sounds fun." I smiled and Harry shrugged.

"It was alright." He informed. Sirius cleared his throat and looked at me.

"Draco, is it alright if I speak with you a moment?" He asked. I didn't like when they called me 'Dr. Draco.' I understood it was a sign of respect but we were practically family.

"Yeah." I nodded. I kissed Harry and waddled into the kitchen with Sirius.

"Is Harry depressed?" He asked and I was shocked by the bluntness of his question.

"No I don't believe so. Why do you ask?"

"He was just... off today. Like he didn't want to do much. He just sat there." He told me and I brushed a hand through my hair.

"I... I don't think it's depression per se just a little fog." I explained. "He hates being confined to a wheelchair."

"But he knew that he was going to be in a wheelchair."

"But I don't think he knew that it was going to take away all of his independence." I explained. "He feels useless."

"I was afraid of that happening." He told me. "Have you suggested physical therapy?" He asked and I shook my head.

"It hasn't crossed my mind but that's a great idea." I sighed.

"Will he be up for it?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Wouldn't hurt to suggest." I told him and he nodded. "Come, let's make some tea."

~~~

"Hey Harry." I spoke up. I was bathing him and he had been quiet.

"Yes?" He looked at me. I washed his stomach being really gentle of the scars.

"Do you want to try physical therapy?" I asked and he blinked at me a few times.

"What would that do?"

"Well it should help you gain muscle mass back and they'll help you walk." I told him and he frowned a bit.

"Will it hurt?"
"No of course not." I shook my head. "Why do you think that it would hurt?" I asked and he shrugged. I sighed and kissed his lips gently. He kissed my back and I sighed against it mouth. I pulled away and he gave me a small smile. I smiled to and said, "Little by little Harry. Little by little."