Harry's POV
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I had never ran faster in my entire life than when we rushed to get Draco to the infirmary. Please be okay. I thought to myself as Blaise and I sprinted after pomfrey, who held a bleeding Draco in her arms.

Once we got to the Hospital Wing, Draco was laid on a bed and stripped down. I almost puked when I saw the horn sticking out of dracos stomach. I threw myself into Blaise's arms and started to sob. "W-what is I-it?!"

Pomfrey sighed. "There's a stand of armor around where you were. He grabbed it from there and came back to attack," she said sadly. I let out a sob.

"Will he be okay?" Blaise asked pomfrey, who was taking the horn out of dracos body. Blaise covered my eyes so I didn't have to see. All I heard was the sound of flesh ripping and what sounded like something sticky being taken off of something else. I felt like I was going to puke again.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Zabini." Pomfrey said. I heard the sounds of spells being casted, then my vision came back when Blaise took his hand away from my eyes. I saw Draco laying in bed, his skin so pale I thought all of the blood had left his body. He had a huge scar on his belly and dried blood still covered most of his torso.

Pomfrey cleaned him with a damp rag, making sure to be careful around his stomach area. She then hooked him up to something that pumped blood into his body. She waved her wand over him and paled.

"What?" Blaise asked urgently. "What is it?"

"He's in a coma." She said.

Blaise's eyes darkened. "You aren't being funny, Pomfrey."

"Mr. Zabini, he's lost too much blood. He's lucky to be alive." She whispered, a frown on her face. "I've done everything I can."

"More magic!" I begged. "There has to be something you can do! You're healing my baby with magic, why can't you heal Draco?"

"Mr. Potter, we do your magic healing in small sessions twice a week and I monitor how much you receive. Too much magic in a fourteen year olds body could kill him." Pomfrey said softly.

"Then do the same for Draco." Blaise snapped. "I will not have my mate dying when I know we can help him." He growled. I looked at him and licked my lips, he was kind of hit when he was protective.

No. Bad Harry. Now is not the time.

I looked back at pomfrey, who looked hesitant. "I-is there a way you can do the sessions for him? Twice a week to strengthen him?"

"I-I suppose. But you must know, I am obligated to cut off the magic supply if it ever becomes a risk for his health." She warned Blaise, who looked like he was going to attack someone.

"You better not mess this up." Blaise hissed, taking his shoes off to crawl in bed with Draco.

Pomfrey stopped him. "Mr. Zabini, you aren't allowed to be in here. You neither, mr. Potter."

Blaise and I froze, then we both hissed. "What do you mean I can't stay here?!" I cried. Blaise was screaming language I would never repeat in front of children.

"I am his mate! How dare you refuse to let me be with him?!" Blaise growled, his eyes turning a dark shade of red.

"If you want your mate to be healed, then you will respect my authority!" Pomfrey suddenly yelled at us. "Out! Now!"

Without another word, pomfrey pushed us out of the hospital wing and slammed the door shut.