"Malfoy!"

Draco flinched on instinct before calmly facing his boss. "Yes Healer Young?"

"Follow." he said briskly. Draco hurried after him.

"Healer, I….my rounds are not finished yet."

"A med wizard will finish for you. You are needed elsewhere."

"Healer?" Draco said questioningly.

"Male, mid-20s. Blind, hallucinating, and magic out of control. No identification. Won't tell us who he is."

"With all respect, that sounds like a mental problem. I am a Dark Magic Spell Healer."

Healer Young stopped. Draco stumbled so he didn't crash into him. "He's from England. He has your accent at least."

"Really…" Draco breathed, interested. Healer Young hesitated, looking uncertain for a moment.

"He said your name."

Draco paled. "Describe him."

"Shorter than you. Skinnier too, probably from malnutrition. Black hair. He won't let us see his eyes; he has a black cloth around them that he won't let anyone touch. We think….. He spoke Parseltongue." Draco dropped his clipboard.