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Captivated	By : ArtisticRae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 31382 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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When Harry awoke his surroundings were blurry and his mind was foggy with sleep. A quick fumble at his face revealed that he had somehow managed to lose his glasses. His mind scrambled to piece together what had happened. From what little he could make out of his surroundings Harry determined that he was on a bed and the room he was in had stone walls. Barring a few shelves with books the room was bare of any ornamentation. He recognized nothing.
He was still lethargic and confused trying to figure out how he had gotten here when he heard footsteps. Before he could take a moment to even fear for his predicament a stranger walked into the room. He was tall and sturdily built with dirty blond hair and slate grey eyes. Harry didn’t recognize him.
“I’m so glad that you have awakened Mr. Potter. I was beginning to worry that I would have to use an ennerverate on you which, considering you currently have untreated wounds and some unidentified venom running through your body, would not been at all advisable. Forcibly waking you could have caused the poison to spread faster. I have kept your legs immobile to hinder the spread, but that will only work as a temporary measure. Prompt treatment is essential in cases such as these. Can you tell me what you were bitten by?”
Harry was momentarily overwhelmed by this inundation of information. He was still confused about where he was and he felt fairly certain that his last memories were of Voldemort kidnapping him?
“Where am I?” He asked. The man clucked his tongue and glanced at him with mild disapproval.
“Mr. Potter, while I have no doubt that you are full of curiosity about where you are and how you came to be in my care, but now is hardly the time for idle conversation. Your injuries are at least two hours old as is and you put yourself at risk of fatal poisoning if you delay your treatment any further. Did you recognize the creature that attacked you?”
Recognizing the sense in having his acromantula bite treated Harry conceded to the Healer’s demands.
“In the maze I was bitten by an adult acromantula. Or really my leg was grazed by the fangs of an acromantula when it’s body fell on me.” Harry revised sheepishly.
The healer raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. “Fortunately, I have acromantula antivenin on hand. It’s beastly time consuming to brew and I wouldn’t like your chances for full recovery if I’d had to make it from scratch. You are very lucky Mr. Potter.”
Harry huffed. He didn’t feel lucky. The Healer wandered out of sight and Harry heard the sounds of clinking bottles. The man return holding a vial of clear golden fluid.
“It would be best if I treat the poisoning first any other injuries your are suffering are non-fatal and can be dealt with after the risk of acromantula poisoning has subsided. Now sit up if you can you are going to need to drink all of this.”
Harry shuffled backwards on the bed as he tried to rise up into a seated position and had to bite back a groan of pain as his ankle, which he was now suspecting he may have broken, was jostled by the motion.
‘Easy there, let me help you.” The Healer said as he took Harry’s arm and helped ease him into a seated position.
“My ankle..” Harry began, but was silenced by a sympathetic look from the Healer.
“In due time. Sadly anti-venom can not be taken with skele-gro potion. I will had to wait until the poison is purged from your system.
“How long will that take?” Harry grumbled with uncharacteristic petulance.
The Healer smiled kindly. “Less than an hour I hope. In the meantime I can begin treating some of your lesser injuries.”
The Healer waved his wand over his body and Harry watched in amazement as all the dirt, grime, and dried blood evaporated off his skin and clothing.
“We don’t want to risk infection.” The man offered by way of explanation. Harry just nodded and watched in interest at the litany of healing spells that were silently cast on his body diligently closing up and healing every gash, scratch, or bruise he had accumulated during his time in the maze and the graveyard. It made Harry realize that he had taken Madam Pomfrey from granted as most of the healing she had done to him over the years had been while he was unconscious and as such he had never really appreciated the brilliance of healing magic before. Which made Harry wonder,
“Why didn’t you just heal me while I was still asleep?”
“You haven’t been here very long, Mr. Potter. I arrived only a few minutes before you awoke. I cast a diagnostic scan on you and determined that poisonous venom was your only immediate threat and began the process of setting up a cauldron with the ingredients needed for the base of most antivenoms. Fortunately this precaution proved unnecessary as I happened to have the correct anti-venom in stock, but if I hadn’t every second would have counted and those precious minutes saved by preplanning could have been the difference between life and death for you.”
“Oh.” Was all Harry could say to that speech.
“The purging process is known to be rather unpleasant and the skele-gro I will be administering afterwards even more so. I would recommend that you take a dose of dreamless sleep potion and let your body heal.” The healer held out another potions vial that Harry recognized as dreamless sleep from his time in the infirmary.
“Wait! I still have questions.”
The Healer sighed as though he had been hoping to avoid this. “No doubt, Mr. Potter. You have been through a challenging ordeal and have suffered greatly. But I am not the one to give you answers. All I can say is that you are safe here and I promise by my oath as a healer that I will provide you the best of care. I’m certain that all of your curiosities will be addressed when you next wake.”
Harry huffed in frustration, but knew a lost cause when he saw one.
“Can I at least know your name?”
“Healer Edwin Yaxley.”
Harry nodded in thanks that at least one of his questions was answered though the name rang no bells he felt somewhat reassured that he at least didn’t recognize it as being a death eater name either. Choosing to trust that this healer wasn’t likely to kill him in his sleep, after all he had already had the chance to do so before, Harry pulled out the potions stopper and drank down the dreamless sleep draught.
He was grateful that at least he wouldn’t have to worry about nightmares. After everything that happened in the graveyard he was sure he would have had them. He had settled down and closed his eyes and was waiting for the gentle embrace of sleep when he heard the door creak open again. He assumed Healer Yaxley was just leaving until he heard a second voice in the room.
“How is the boy?”
Harry’s blood froze in his veins. He fought to open his eyes to confirm what he feared, but his lids were too heavy. As the dreamless sleep draught dragged him into unconsciousness once more Harry’s last thought was a silent scream of “VOLDEMORT!”
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