The Aftermath.
Harry is in pain.
He can't feel anything
Can't see anything.
He's all alone.
Only pain exists.
But for a short while, at least.
Harry groans as his senses come back. First, his hearing, when he hears bickering. Then his touch, where he feels something wet, repeatedly moving on his hand, and stings everywhere. Then his smell, dried blood, and flesh. Then his taste, blood, and spit. Then his vision. The room swims before him as he tries to sit up but ends up falling back in pain. He feels a hand wrap around him, slowly laying him down, and a wet cloth meeting his forehead. His eyes cooperate, and a figure comes into sight. Draco, dabbing his head with a wet cloth. Harry suddenly realizes he is naked, but he also realizes he is covered with a blanket. He meets Draco's eyes, which look tired but light up when he realizes Harry is awake.
"You feeling alright? You were awake all night and only transformed as the moon set. You hurt yourself pretty badly too, but Im guessing you don't remember anything?" Draco says, his voice soft.
"No, I dont remember anything. But I thought the potion-" Harry started.
"The potion had no effect on you." Draco interrupted, "You had no control, or you wouldn't have done what you almost did." The last sentence comes out as a whisper.
Harry's throat constricts. What did he do?
"Is- Is anyone hurt?" Harry rasps out, fearing the worst.
"You.. You-" Draco sighs, "You were trying to attack Ron."
"Wha- why?" Harry asks, shock showing in his voice.
Draco sighs,
"I really hoped you wouldn't ask that, but here we go. You were trying to attack him because he kept getting too close to me for your liking. And you did scratch him across the chest. But he's fine, it was a light scratch, nothing major." Draco reassured Harry, who was trying to curl into himself.
Harry stared at the ceiling, feeling so guilty. He had hurt Ron, his best mate! He would apologise to him after, probably in class when they sat next to each other. Harry sighs, looking back towards Draco, who is staring at Harry with something like pity.
"Do you have any clothes for me? If im getting back to school, I dont want to run across the grounds naked." Harry asks, sitting up.
Harry winces; he feels cuts all over him. It's definitely going to scar.
"Yeah, Ron grabbed some last night. Here, " Draco places them on the bed next to Harry, "Get changed, we'll be waiting downstairs. Call if you need me."
Draco then exits the room, leaving Harry some privacy to change. Harry gets up, pulling on his boxers and trousers. He sees a smashed mirror in the corner and moves towards it. His muscles ache with every movement, but that doesn't stop him. He stares at his reflection. He has a large cut right across his chest, from his right shoulder to his left side. He has more cuts on his legs, varying in shape and size. The most visible one, however, is right across his face. He now has three scars, his lightning storm one, from Voldemort. The one from the Hidebehinds across his eye. And now on cutting through his lip, starting under his nose and reaching to his chin. He reaches to his face, wincing when his fingers come into contact with the newest cut. All of them are 100% going to scar. Harry sighs and moves back to put his shirt on, material scraping against his still-healing cuts, making it very hard to breathe. After finally getting it on, Harry walks downstairs, hearing voices from below.
Harry enters the empty room from the night before. He sees Ron leaning against the wall, sleeve rolled up, treating a cut on his arm. Hermione is helping Ron, mumbling spells to close the wound. Draco is watching them, but he moves his attention to Harry when he enters. Harry walks to Draco, sitting on the floor and putting his head in his hands. Ron spots him and finishes closing his cut, luckily, it doesn't scar. Ron crouches down next to Harry, shaking his shoulders and murmuring words of support and reassurance in his ear. After a while, Harry lifts his head and hugs Ron, whispering about how sorry he is. Ron forgives him, and they all head back to their dormitories. It's a short walk, or it feels like it, as in no time they're standing outside the potrait. They all enter and bid each other goodnight. Draco helps Harry get ready for bed, as Harry is very weak and tired from that night's activities. Harry nods off as soon as his head hits the pillow, filling the room with soft breathing as Draco changes and gets into bed. Draco slowly falls asleep, thankful that its a weekend and he can sleep long into the morning.