Chapter 1
Harry fidgeted uncomfortably, frowning as he scribbled on his clipboard.
“So you are telling me that you fell onto that bullet?” Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow at the spluttering blonde who was lying on a hospital bed.
“Yes! Potter, I swear to god-” The blonde muttered, waving his arm around angrily before quickly wincing at the pain in his shoulder.
“Draco- you realize I don’t care if you are engaging in,” Harry’s voice lowered, “illegal activities, I just need you to be honest here,” Harry said, amused by his former classmate and rivals' outraged tone.
“Did you just assume that I, a Malfoy and a victim of falling on a bullet of lying!” Draco snapped, his face offended.
“Sorry, sorry!” Harry quickly said defensively. “Anyway, you are looking pretty good, you should be able to leave later today,” Harry muttered, chewing on the top of his neon orange pen anxiously.
“You are dismissed,” Malfoy snapped, nodding his head to the door.
Harry huffed as he stood up to leave, his ears staring to hear the muttered ‘thank you’ Draco whispered as he walked out.
Harry sighed as he walked through the corridor. He has been a doctor for almost 2 years now, yet it feels like he is always encountering something even more extraordinary every day.
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“Mate!” Ron, one of the cleaners at the hospital yelled after Harry.
Harry glanced around discreetly before picking up the pace to run out the front door. No doubt Ron wanted to talk about the latest football game or fanboy over Viktor Krum. harry would normally indulge him in a quick conversation, but he has to go pick his laundry up from the dry cleaners before they close.
Harry kept fast walking until he no longer heard Ron’s high-pitched voice. Slowing down slightly, Harry turned around the corner only to run into Draco of all people.
“Draco?” Harry called out, watching as Malfoy’s head whipped around.
“Harry?” He gaped, his face frightened.“Harry, go! Quick! You have to leave before-” Draco was cut off as a loud gunshot made everyone’s ears ache.
“DRACO!” Harry yelled, rushing forward to the blonde who was scowling in pain.
“Harry? I wasn’t shot, don’t worry. You need to leave right now-” Draco was cut off once more as Harry ran right past him.
“Are you okay?” Harry quickly asked the figure who had doubled over in pain.
The figure looked up slightly to Harry, before smiling, showing yellowed and crooked teeth.
“Are you going to help me?” The guy asked, groaning as Harry quickly wrapped his shirt around his bleeding wound.
Draco was shocked to silence as he watched Dr. Potter pull out a first aid kit from his bag and stitch up the gunshot wound quickly.
“Are you okay sir? You need to go get that checked out- I can only do so much-” Harry muttered, as he quickly gathered up his equipment that was discarded around him in a rush.
The guy stood up, he was rather short, his face pointed and ratty-looking. His face was bruised and he had a very crooked nose. He was fat and balding.
“Pettigrew!” Draco yelled, gathering the attention of the fat rat-looking man. “Let's go- Boss needs us back-” The man nodded worriedly before rushing out following Draco.
Harry was left sitting in a pile of his belongings he had pulled out to try and help this shot guy. What just happened, Harry wondered. Draco and some man (Pettigrew?) were caught in the middle of a shooting? What? Harry glanced down at his watch- Oh shit, the laundry shop would be closed by now. Just his luck.
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Harry lay in bed, his hair damp from his shower, his bed small and cramped, and his bedroom doubled as a lounge and kitchen. It was a crammy apartment, with unknown stains on the grubby carpet, and a leak from the ceiling, but it was all he could afford right now. Being a doctor doesn’t pay that well.
Harry thought back on his absolutely wild day. Why didn’t he call the cops? Why was someone just shot in the middle of the street? Why did no one see or seem to care? What on earth was Draco doing there?
Harry groaned because of his throbbing headache as he rolled over into his pillow.
He must be going insane.
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Tom Riddle was pissed. They don’t call him Lord Voldemort for nothing. He is a genius, smart, tactical, and so logical. He is quick on his feet, not scared of a bit of blood, nor would he hesitate to pull a trigger on anyone. So really, it was no wonder that he was in charge of the Death Eaters, one of the most powerful gangs worldwide. He has formulated a lot of respect in his last 10 years of fighting for influence.
The Death Eaters are meant to be gruesome- unstoppable. Yet, one of his followers was shot. One of his best followers too. Young Draco Malfoy. He had joined at age 16, brash and annoying. His parents also are part of the Death Eaters, as too his late grandparents.
Anyway, it was completely unacceptable that he was shot, let alone that he went to a damned public hospital like an idiot. As if no one would ask questions as to why or how he had a damned bullet in his shoulder! And then not even an hour after his discharge, he got one of the lesser followers shot because of his cowardice and hesitation to shoot first.
But of course, it was only Wormtail, so no real harm was done there. And it’s not like he was of any use anyway. But imagine his surprise when he saw that Pettigrew was still alive and breathing after having a bullet shot into his bloodstream. Apparently, there was a doctor on site who had no hesitation to save Wormtail. Young Malfoy was very excited to ramble on about that doctor too. Dr. Harry Potter, a young doctor who already has his master’s in healthcare at the age of 24. Very intelligent obviously, and can think on the spot rather quickly.
Perfect as a replacement for his personal doctor.
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