Ten minutes later Harry was pacing back and forwards next to the screens Madam Pomfrey had pulled around the bed where she was examining Draco when Dumbledore and Snape arrived.

"Harry, My Dear Boy, is there news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.

Harry shook his head. He was only just keeping it together, but there wasn't a banshee wail building up, so that at least gave him something to focus on. Draco wasn't dying.

"Rest assured, Mr Potter," Snape said in his usual cool tones, "the culprits will be brought to justice. They have fled school grounds, but the authorities have been notified."

That was something and Harry nodded his gratitude. Whoever they were they were undoubtedly lucky all of his attention was on Draco. Frankly he didn't want to know their names until everything was sorted out, because he wasn't sure what he might do with the information. He was getting better at controlling himself all the time, but certain things were outside of his charge.

Dumbledore placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and he appreciated the gesture. It was only a moment later Madam Pomfrey appeared from behind the curtains.

"How is young Draco?" Dumbledore asked before Harry could even gather the wits to speak.

"He has two broken ribs, severe bruising of the same area and a fractured skull," Madam Pomfrey explained quickly. "I have placed him in a magical sleep while his injuries heal."

"But he'll be okay?" Harry had to check.

"I believe he will recover fully in a relatively short time," Madam Pomfrey replied.

"You are a credit to your craft as ever," Dumbledore said with a bright smile.

Surprisingly Madam Pomfrey did not immediately smile back.

"Thank you, Headmaster," she replied, "however, I cannot take any credit. I have made him comfortable, but there is other healing magic repairing his injuries. I found indications of a serious brain injury which is already healed and I believe the magical energy within him is moving from most serious to least serious injury."

Harry realised everyone was looking at him.

"I didn't do anything," he protested and then thought about it, "at least I don't think I did."

Sometimes it wasn't easy to tell.

"I caught him and then I ran here, I don't remember doing anything else," is what he eventually decided to say.

Dumbledore squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, although the headmaster's attention returned to the school healer.

"Is there anything you can tell us about this magical healing?" Dumbledore asked.

"While I was assessing Mr Malfoy's head injury I believe I witnessed it close and seal a scalp wound caused by the force of the bludger's impact," Madam Pomfrey replied. "It appeared like a tiny lightning bolt."

That caused Harry's mental processes to do something of a flip.

"White lightning?" he asked, just to check.

Madam Pomfrey lifted one eyebrow, but nodded. Everyone was looking at him again.

"I take it, My Boy, that this is something to do with you then?" Dumbledore asked in a kindly tone.

"Um," he said, "I think it might be. Sometimes ... um ..." he was sure he was blushing, "when Draco and I ... um ... during..." he made some gestures with his hands because this wasn't something he really felt comfortable talking to teachers about, "energy passes from me to him and it looks like little shots of lightning."

"And you did not think this was worth mentioning?" Snape asked, giving him a hard stare.

"It's not like we could demonstrate and it was personal," he snapped back and then bit his tongue. "Sorry," he apologised as soon as he could.

"Well, not to worry, Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling at him, "it would seem you have been shoring up Draco against possible harm, which would make sense, given how protective you are of him."

The way Madam Pomfrey looked at him made Harry think there was more.

"Mr Potter," she said, "there is nothing more I can do for Mr Malfoy and he is quite safe, but I would feel better if I might examine you quickly to make sure this is not affecting your condition."

Harry eyes immediately flicked to the screens.

"I will keep an eye on young Draco for you, Harry," Dumbledore assured him. "I find it always best to follow Madam Pomfrey's requests."

He nodded, agreeing, and forced himself to follow the witch to the next bed, where she asked him to sit down.

"You are probably unaware," Madam Pomfrey said quietly as she cast a simple diagnostic charm on him, "that I was asked to perform a general medical on Mr Malfoy when he returned to school to ascertain his physical condition after his confinement."

She didn't say 'and having contact with you', but Harry kind of felt that was implied.

"Due to the nature of his injuries today I also gave him another thorough scan," she added. "There are virtually no traces of any medical defects remaining, including at least one condition that Mr Malfoy has had since he was a child."

Harry wasn't sure what to say.

"You think I did that?" he asked.

"I can see no other explanation," Madam Pomfrey replied and then hummed under her breath. "You have the same magical energy, Mr Potter," she told him. "I had to request this scan to be sure, but it is quite distinctive once I knew what to look for."

"And I've been passing it to Draco?" he wanted to make sure.

"It would seem so."

Harry let that sink in for a few moments.

"Could it be dangerous to him?" he asked.

"Quite the opposite," Madam Pomfrey said without any nonsense; "I believe you have and are doing Mr Malfoy a considerable service."

That was good news at least.

"I think we should tell Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape," he said as he digested the information.

"As you wish, Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, but she looked pleased.