Disclaimer: I am only borrowing the characters. Yes, you heard me. I am borrowing only.

A/N: Yes, I know. Another story. I can't help myself! Dx –grumbles- I am going to have so much trouble with all the medical stuff :O

Summary: Healer Harry Potter was called for duty; a patient was brought in St. Mungo's and needed immediate medical attention. Someone from his past somehow became part of Harry's life. What game was Fate playing this time?

Damn plot bunnies! Anyways, here's the first chapter… -sweatdrop-

Chapter 1: Calling Healer Potter!

Harry Potter, aged twenty-six, currently the top Healer of St. Mungo's, was standing outside of his patient's room, who was just admitted for being on the receiving end of a bad slashing hex. The patient's wife, Mrs. Brad Stanfeld, was standing outside with Harry, telling the Healer that they were having a spat at their home. She was about to tell Harry what it was about but Potter held up his hand.

"It's alright Mrs. Stanfeld, you don't have to tell me." Harry smiled lightly at the woman, "But please do continue."

The wife, Shirley, then continued to tell Harry that all they were doing were yelling at each other, occasionally throwing things around. Harry had nodded and scribbled things onto his clipboard. He then asked the wife if she and her husband always fought, and she answered no. Harry continued with his questions until finally, he asked Shirley how her husband was slashed from upper left shoulder down to his right hip.

"Mrs. Stanfeld, did you deliberately cast the slashing hex at your husband?" Harry asked the distraught woman. Mrs. Stanfeld looked up at him as if he was crazy.

"Of course not! Brad was throwing a glass vase at me! The first thing I did was cast the spell, hoping to shatter the vase before it reached my head! I had no intention of harming my husband!" Mrs. Stanfeld screamed; she wrapped her arms around her middle and rocked her body. "I was aiming at the glass vase… but I think I had my eyes closed because I was scared the shattered glass would cut me… I didn't even know I hit Brad until I heard him scream and then fell on the floor, bleeding profusely." She looked up, her eyes wide with fear. "He's going to be alright? Is he, Healer?"

Harry sighed and clicked his pen; he tapped the tip onto the clipboard, his lips were a thin line.

"Mrs. Stanfeld, your husband is extremely lucky. If the slashing hex went a bit more to the right, you would've killed him instantly. Quite frankly, if that happened, his heart would've been sliced open and there would have been no need to bring him here." Harry looked down at his clipboard, "He lost quite a bit of blood but I already asked the nurses to give him Blood Replenishing potions so he should be fine."

"Can-can I see him?" Mrs. Stanfeld asked.

Harry held his clipboard to his chest and shook his head. "Your husband is stable but unconscious. You should let him rest and come back tomorrow."

"Oh… I see…" The woman looked through the window and held back a sob; her husband was lying on a bed, his upper body wrapped with white gauze. "Other than losing a lot of blood… there isn't any other…"

"He'll have a very long scar for a reminder." Harry told her, "I knitted the muscles, skin, and blood vessels the best I can. It was a good thing the cut wasn't deep enough to damage his internal organs. The scar will be there; I healed it the best I could."

"Thank you, Healer Potter." Shirley looked up with teary eyes, "I-I really didn't mean to hurt Brad."

Harry nodded and placed a hand on the woman's thin shoulder, "It was an accident. He'll be fine; I recommend for Mr. Stanfeld to remain at the hospital for at least three days. I need to give him a thorough checkup when he wakes. If there are no problems your husband will be free to go on Thursday."

Shirley nodded silently and turned to look through the window again. "Can you please let me in? I promise I won't bother him. I just want to be by my husband's side."

Harry sighed and took out his wand; he tapped it on the door and it slid sideways. Mrs. Stanfeld smiled her thanks and stepped into the room. Potter tapped the door again and it slid back into place. The Healer stood by the window, watching as the wife took out a chair and sat by the bed, gingerly taking her husband's hand and held it. Harry smiled softly and left.

"Let's hope they won't fight anymore after this episode."

Three days went by and Harry was not surprised in the least when he found Mrs. Stanfeld sitting next to her husband. Brad Stanfeld looked away from his wife when the door to his room opened and Healer Potter stepped in.

"Healer Potter… I-I never really got to thank you for saving my life." Brad said; he was holding hands with his wife and Harry took this as a good sign.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Stanfeld, you just woke up yesterday and you were still a bit out of it." Harry said, chuckling, "Besides, it is my job to help and cure people or I wouldn't be a Healer in the first place." Harry smiled and picked up a clipboard that was at the foot of the bed; he flipping through the file of Brad Stanfeld. "Everything looks fine, but I'm going to do a test to make sure. Is that alright with you?" Harry asked as he took out his Healers' wand.

This wand was quite different from the wand he normally used. First off, the healing wand was white. Second, it had no special design; it was just one simple white stick. When Harry first acquired his Healers' wand, he was disappointed. The young man had thought it to be more… special looking. But after being a Healer for five years, Harry was used to the simplicity.

Mr. Stanfeld nodded and pulled his blanket to the side, "Of course I don't mind," He struggled a bit since his body was stiff for being in bed for three days. Mrs. Stanfeld stood up from her chair and stood back, letting Harry be closer to his patient.

"Do you feel any pains?" Harry asked as he traced his white wand over the man's body; the tip of the wand was glowing blue. If it found any complication it would turn red. With a soft tap, an orange shield covered Mr. Stanfeld's body. Harry straightened himself and waited.

"No, but there is this itch around the scar…" Mr. Stanfeld frowned and his eyes were staring at the strange shield over his body. "What is this orange light?" Just before Harry answered, a monotonic voice floated out.

Muscle tissues thoroughly healed; slight scarring near the collarbone. Blood vessels repaired, no lasting damages found. Internal organs: no damages. Internal bleeding: none. Skin tissue: scarring from left shoulder to right hip.

Harry chuckled when Brad's eyes widened in surprise as the orange shield disappeared.

"That's normal. Itchiness means your wound is healing properly. The shield is my way of doing the diagnostic tests so no need to worry about that." Harry tucked his wand away, back into his Healer's robe. "I will give you a prescription to take home some potions. One would be for the underlying muscles; I want them to be fully healed. Another one would be for the scar… I hope the potion will make it fade as much as it could." Harry informed the man; he reached over and covered Mr. Stanfeld with the blanket. "From what I am seeing, you are good enough to return home. I will inform the nurse, telling her you are to be discharged."

"Thank you, Healer." Mr. Stanfeld said; he turned to the side and held out his hand to his wife; she came over and took it. "Did you hear that Shirley? I can go home; I'm fine."

Shirley smiled at her husband, "Yes, I heard." She looked at Harry. "Thank you so much, Healer Potter."

"No problem at all. Now, you two can wait here. A nurse will be with you in a moment." Harry took out his wand again. He swirled it around until a white orb formed at the tip. With a flick, Harry sent the orb out of the room. "That will reach one of the nurses in this department. They will get the message."

The couple just stared at Harry. Potter chuckled and replaced the clipboard back at the foot of the bed.

"Yes, my patients are usually shocked at the way I do things. It's very… shall I say, unusual."

"But you are the best here… We wouldn't question the way you do things." Mr. Stanfeld murmured, "They're weird, but effective."

All Harry did was chuckle at that observation.

"Healer Potter!" A nurse called and walked into Harry's office; she had a frantic look on her face and he knew there must've been an emergency.

"What is it, Natalie?" Harry asked; he stood up and grabbed his robe from a clothes rack. The nurse handed him a manila file and Potter opened it to read the patient's record.

"A male, in his mid-twenties was just brought in five minutes ago." The nurse informed as she and Harry made their way to the emergency ward. "There had been a car accident in central Muggle London. He was taken to a Muggle hospital but one of our colleagues, Dr. Ashton, saw how serious the patient's case was and he asked for a transfer."

Dr. Ashton was a Healer; he worked at St. Mungo's until a year ago. He then went to work at a Muggle hospital, occasionally transferring patients when it seemed magical healing would be more effective. Of course, transferred patients were either wizards or witches.

"I see…" Harry muttered as he read the patient's personal information. "There's no name… Why isn't there a name?"

"I'm sorry, Healer Potter." Natalie answered, "We searched for his wand. As you know, that's how we get a patient's information. But there wasn't a wand anywhere in sight. We suspect he lost it during the accident."

Harry growled softly and continued to scan through the rest of the file.

Name: Not Available
Sex: Male/Wizard
Age: Between 25-30

Diagnosis: Minor cuts and bruises on face, slight swelling. Severe internal bleeding; four left ribs fractured. Left side lung punctured. Abdominal muscles torn and fractured sternum. Broken spine, between lumbar L2 and L5. Crushed left and right fibula. Suspected lower body paralysis.

"This man is practically crushed from top to bottom! It's a goddamn miracle his neck wasn't harmed." Harry growled; he turned left and into the emergency ward. "Why wasn't he brought here sooner? With his detached lumbar sections… it is very likely this man will never walk again! All the nerve damage… He's going to be here for quite a while."

"Healer… when I ran to give you the file, medi-wizards and some other healers were already working on his bleeding and internal injuries. But they wanted you to be there for the bone fractures and nerve damages. They said those are your expertise." Natalie said.

Harry merely grunted and strode up to where he saw a group of healers busy casting healing spells on a body lying on the bed. Without even asking Natalie, Harry knew that was his patient they were trying to heal. One female Healer looked up from her task.

"Healer Potter, you're here! We've been dealing with this man's internal injuries. So far we got the bleeding under control and are now giving him a blood transfusion. This young man lost too much blood, the potion wouldn't work on him."

Harry patted her shoulder and went to the side of the bed. Another healer spoke up but Harry didn't look at the person.

"All external injuries are healed. The punctured lung and the torn muscles are repaired. What is left are the spine and crushed fibulas. We think he will be paralyzed from the waist down."

"That is very likely seeing how the lumbar is dislocated." Harry mumbled; he took out his wand and waved it above the body. An orange shield appeared; all the other healers and nurses stepped back to let their top Healer work.

Lumbar sections L2 to L4 misaligned. Right and left fibulas shattered. Fractured sternum, not too severe. Spinal cord damage: needs immediate attention. Lower body paralysis.

Harry had taken a clipboard and wrote all the things down. This man was in his department alright. It could be his toughest case yet. As the orange shield dissipated, Harry finally had a good look at the man's features.

Pale skin, lean body; the face was somewhat swollen from the previous cuts. The man's whole body was swelled. Bandages were placed here and there… but Harry still found the man strangely familiar. Potter pushed that thought aside for the moment; he went back to observing. The lower body, however, was a different story. The calves were swollen and red, indicating that the bones underneath were indeed crushed. Harry saw lumps that he suspected were shattered bone pieces. Harry couldn't see the spinal injury. It might seem small, but the result was the worst.

"Can you please move him to a room? I'll start working on him immediately." Harry told the nurses surrounding the bed. "Did you contact… Oh right. There wasn't any information on that."

Harry gave his orders and three nurses started to push the bed down the hallways and into a sterilized room.

"Hook him up. I want one to drain his fluids; his body is already starting to fight back. I want him to be on a ventilator; his lungs were barely repaired and I don't want too much stress on it." Harry told two of the nurses; he turned to Natalie. "Put him on an IV; he's going to need it."

There were just some things that needed to be done in the Muggle way.

"Healer, do you want us to take off the bandages on his face?" One of the nurses asked, "I'm sure the other healers had fixed the minor cuts and they shouldn't need to be covered."

Harry was hovering over the calves of the injured man; he flapped his hand at the nurse. "Go ahead. Seeing how his face is swollen, I think some cuts are inflamed. Can you apply some ointment?"

The brunet only saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Harry was concentrated on the shattered fibula of the patient's left leg. He pointed his white wand at the calf and murmured a spell. The skin and flesh became see-through which in turn showed Harry the crushed bones. He heard a gasp from Natalie; Harry looked to the side and gave the nurse a rueful smile.

"If he walks again, by some sort of miracle, he'll still limp. There is no way for him to walk properly again." Harry looked down again, "What the hell hit you? A bulldozer?" Harry shook his head.

Mending bones was intricate work. Harry would have to move piece by piece back together then use a healing spell to connect the pieces. It was like working with a puzzle. Of course, the first thing he needed to do was to stop any impending infections that might happen for leaving the bones broken.

"Healer Potter, I've put the ointment on. Anything else?"

Harry looked up and smiled at the nurse; she nodded and left. Natalie and the remaining nurse stood nearby. Harry looked up and stared at the man's face. For the first time since the patient was brought here, Harry finally understood why this man was so familiar to him. Green eyes turned round as Harry took in the sharp chin, somewhat pointed nose, and the shiny blond hair.

How did he miss that?

"… What the bloody hell happened to you, Malfoy?"

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A/N: Woot! The first chapter of another story… FINISHED! :D Tell me how this is okay? ;) I hope I didn't make a complete fool out of myself ;X

Thanks for reading!