Daphne silently accepted the jar offered to her. After instructing them on how to use it, Madam Pomfrey returned to her office. Dylan removed the hospital blanket covering Harry's body and helped him stand upright. Both hissed as they saw the whip marks that covered the area from just below the shoulders on his back to his upper thighs. There were more whip marks across Harry's torso, and his testicles had indeed swelled to more than twice its usual size, having been cursed by Rodolphus to bring more agony to the already injured wizard. By a stroke of luck, however, his penis seemed to be physically unaffected, but the effects of the curse ensured that it was still painfully erect. The other wounds on his body were a different matter altogether.
"I really hope you heal quickly," the younger boy muttered, wincing at the sight before him. There was no telling how much pain Harry was in, but both knew that it wasn't in his character to complain. Dylan applied the salve all over his brother's backside while Daphne did the same to his chest and stomach. Fifteen minutes later, when it was time to deal with the effects of the Faux Castration Curse, Harry squirmed uneasily. Daphne patiently coaxed him to relax and instructed him to spread his legs wider for them, but he refused to do so.
"I'm your fiancée," Daphne said softly, when she realised just how uncomfortable he was. "And Dylan is your brother. I know this is embarrassing for you, Harry, but don't you want the pain to reduce?"
"I should be doing this on my own!"
"If Madam Pomfrey thought you were capable of that, she would have said so. You can do it yourself in a week or two, once you've healed enough. But for now, let us help you. Please realise that it's only us; only me and Dylan, no one else. You've never been shy about your body before -"
"I'm not shy about being naked in front of you both! It's -"
"- the feeling of helplessness," Dylan finished, looking crestfallen and guilty once more. "I get it, Harry, I really do. But you're in obvious pain, we both see it! And I know that I would be embarrassed if I were in your position too, but I beg of you… just for the next couple of months, let us help you. Please, Harry? Only if you heal will you be able to fight Voldemort."
Exhaling in frustration - and coughing heavily once more - he reluctantly spread his legs wider.
As he expected, the searing pain shooting up his body became worse when Daphne alternated between stroking his erect penis and caressing his testicles while applying the silvery paste, with Dylan lathering it on the insides of thighs and buttocks as Madam Pomfrey had instructed him to do. Despite how generously his brother had covered the area with the salve, Harry's anus still felt like it was being exposed to open flame. The pain from his genitals, even from the slightest touch by Daphne's fingers, made him flinch. He had his eyes closed in obvious embarrassment, face burning, and his form trembling. His breath hitched every few seconds in agony.
After ten painful and highly embarrassing minutes later, the two of them withdrew. Just as they helped him sit down on the bed comfortably, the door to the hospital wing unlocked with a click and Sirius, Amelia and Dumbledore entered. All three looked horrified as they took in the various injuries the Triwizard champion had suffered. Unperturbed by his state of undress, Harry exchanged hugs with his godfather and honorary godmother.
"How're you feeling?" asked Amelia softly, tussling his hair affectionately.
Harry coughed violently again and the pain in his chest increased. After pausing for a few moments, he replied in a hoarse voice, "I've heard that question too many times and again, I'm fine, relatively speaking. Exhausted, but fine. Don't worry, Aunt Amy. I'll heal in a few days."
Sirius grimaced; this was par for the course for Harry Potter. The boy hated feeling weak and thus, never acknowledged the pain he obviously felt. He felt incredibly guilty for his godson's current state.
"What happened after I came back to Hogwarts? What's going on?"
After taking a deep breath, Sirius began. "We reacted as soon as you arrived. Thanks to your warning, Barty Crouch has been captured and interrogated. He revealed a lot of information, but Voldemort was quite smart in placing him there. Crouch Junior had an entire year to go through classified information, including details about the Auror force, Muggle-born homes and Ministry ward schemes, to name a few. The biggest leak - and the most dangerous one - is the configuration of the sensor net around Britain and Ireland. We still don't know the extent of the information leak because there is a secrecy oath blocking it, but we hope to get there soon. But we can discuss that later. First, we would like to know what happened the minute you touched the Portkey."
Harry nodded, gripped Daphne's hand tightly, and began explaining what had happened in a monotonous voice. He wondered why Dumbledore's eyes seemed to light up in triumph when he mentioned that Voldemort took his blood for the ritual; as far as he was concerned, that was the biggest disaster of the night. They all remained silent after his speech, while Dumbledore looked thoughtful.
"We might get a better picture of what we're dealing with if we can examine Harry's memory of the event."
"No," said Harry flatly. "I won't be sharing my memory of the event with anyone."
Sirius and Amelia looked at each other worriedly, contemplating on whether they needed to send Harry to a Mind Healer again. Dumbledore simply raised his eyebrows, looking at Harry introspectively. There was something in that memory which Harry did not want him to see; he could sense it.
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