The first month, Harry was in a magically induced coma. The doctors said he would be in too much pain if he was conscious. They spent the first week focused on his left hand. They re-grew the bones, but they had to re-grow ligaments and tendons too. His nervous system was shot all though his left arm too. The second week, they operated. His knee caps had shifted out of place, he had multiple rib fractures, punctured lungs, his spine was twisted and they didn't think he'd be able to walk right again. The third week, he started bleeding internally, they couldn't find where. They found the bleed in his heart the fourth week.

The second month, Harry stayed slept. The doctors told tried to fix his spine for the first week. The second week, they tried some more. Then they gave up and told his family that he needed to sleep. And as he slept bones re-grew, nerves re-knit themselves, his ligaments and tendons healed, his organs healed and his heart got stronger.

The third month they woke Harry up. The first week, he didn't really talk much. He didn't even want to see anyone. The second week, his family tried to see him. Harry didn't want them too, he would hide under the sheet, scream, yell, cry, he'd do anything to make them go away. The third week, Lucius finally announced they were getting the best damn shrink in all of bloody London to make him better. The fourth week, the shrink told them Harry was incurably disturbed. Draco hit him.

The fourth month Harry didn't get any better. The first week, his family looked around for a therapist who could help him. The second week they finally found one, a forty-something year old guy with a warm heart and cheery eyes named Tristan Ross. The third week, Ross talked to Harry, Harry didn't talk back much. The fourth week Ross told them it would take time.

In the fifth month time passed. The first week, Harry talked back, but still refused to see his family. Then second week passed, as did the third, Harry still didn't tell Ross exactly what happened in the clearing that night. The fourth week, Draco got angry and told Ross that they'd given him time and Harry wasn't any better.

The sixth month, things got better. The first week, Harry finally broke down and told Ross what happened. The second week, Harry cried. The third week, Harry started a smile more often and the old Harry started to shine though. The fourth week, Harry asked to see Draco.

6 months later

"Draco can we go ride the Ferris Wheel?" Harry asked with a huge grin. He and Draco were strolling though London and Harry had just spotted the huge wheel.

"Jesus, Harry, I already told you! It's way better at night!" Draco teased admonishingly.

"Can we please?" Harry asked, and his eyes lost the youthful glitter they held just a moment ago. Harry adopted an expression we was wearing more and more lately, a strained, half-happy smile.

Draco gave in, he was rewarded with a pair of shiny green eyes and a smile. He wanted to wrap his arm around Harry's shoulder and just kiss him, but Harry hadn't responded well to touch since that night. Remus tried to hold his hand once during the third month and Harry flipped out. "Yeah, sure…let's go."

The Ferris Wheel was absolutely empty, but just to be safe, Draco slipped the guy a hundred dollar bill and told him stop the wheel for ten minutes when their car reached the top.

He and Harry climbed into one of the little cabins. Draco was mildly disappointed when Harry sat on the opposite bench. "Thanks, Draco." He draped his elbows on the window and rested his head on them, looking absolutely beautiful, wearing that strain smile.

"For what?" Draco asked.

Harry shrugged, "For being here, even though I've been so difficult about it."

"You don't have to thank me, I lov-I'm your friend. Of course I'm going to be here with you." The blonde said quickly. "I know what happened was really hard on you."

"Hard?" Harry smirked, his eyes looked empty though—sad, even. "Hard would be if I lost all my money. Hard is not being able to read. Hard is something that you fix. This doesn't fix."

"Time heals everything." Draco said quietly.

"Nah, not this kinda stuff, time passes, and it makes things stop stinging. But this kinda thing, it's always there. Time makes it stop stinging, but I'll never forget it. I'll never get fixed."

Draco shrugged and started out the opposite window. "You don't need to be." Harry turned so he could see the blonde.

"Oh really?" The smaller teen ventured, looking at Draco with a sad smile.

"You fix something that broke. You didn't break. Your life changed—you changed—maybe for better, maybe for the worse, but that's not the point. Your life changed and it was scary, but you should know," Draco looked right at Harry and for a moment he kind of reminded Harry of someone who told him something very similar, "We love you, no matter how your life changes you. We'll be with you every step of the way."

Harry smiled, a real, soft smile—and there was no sad in it. "I love you too."

Suddenly the Ferris Wheel jerked to a stop.

Harry looked up at the blue sky and sighed, "It's so pretty, isn't it?"

"It's beautiful," Draco murmured, his eyes fixed on Harry.

"I'm happy, I'm glad I'm alive."

"We are too."

The smaller teen grinned at Draco, "We should date."

"What?" Draco asked.

"Ya know, go on a date?"

"I'm familiar with the concept," The blonde said sarcastically, "But…why?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Well, I can't go around calling you my boyfriend if I've never been on a date with you."

Draco grinned at him, "Well, I guess I'll have to check my schedule, but I'm free now…"

"Now sounds perfect."

The End

A/N: and that's it, shows over. Well I hope you guys liked it, please review and tell me what you thought!

Also I'm actually going to start a new fic relatively soon, starring Harry and Draco as doctors, so if that floats your boat lookout for it.