"You really fought on that leg?" Potter asked disbelievingly for the fifth time – he was either extremely impressed or getting rather pissed – and Draco nodded, grimacing as he remembered the pain. Potter had seen the extent of the injury when Longbottom and Lupin had carried Draco into the house; sagging between them, half-conscious and sunken in delirium. He shifted his leg on the footstool, annoyed at the weakness in the limb. The healers had regenerated most of the damage with a combination of potions and healing charms, but the skin beneath the bandages was new and tender, the muscle weak, and Draco would be reduced to hobbling around on a cane for the next few days. It could have been much worse, though – at least burns were relatively easy to heal.