EDITED: I have taken some advice and re-done this first chapter.

A/N: Hey all, just a little thought I had floating around my imagination. I hope you enjoy it.
Diplodarchus = someone else's thoughts.
'thinking'
"speaking"

People might say that graffiti is the outlet of the troubled teenager but the graffiti on the playground just looked like a toddler's scribbling. And because the chances that Dudley was the culprit then it wasn't far off the truth. Harry looked around the playground, gripping the swing with both hands, 'I saw Sirius in the bushes here...' Harry thought sadly as he remembered the initial terror of seeing Sirius.

A gust of wind blew up the leaves, several being blown into his face and landing in his lap, but Harry barely noticed them.

'If only I could talk to him...one last time' He thought with a sigh as he began to gently swing forward and back, gaining momentum, it was nothing like flying but it was still felt good for the air to rush through his hair. A sudden stabbing pain in the right side of his head stopped momentarily blurred his vision as the seat swung to a stop and Harry fell to his knees with a grunt. The pain was increasing and Harry was struggling to make it to his feet and away from the park.

'I have to get back to the Dursleys...can't pass out in a park' Harry thought to himself as he stumbled away for the swings and took a few steps before darkness engulfed him and he fell to the floor.

"Harry! Harry!" Each new sound that assaulted Harry's ears sent daggers of pain into his head. He raised a hand blindly as if to tell whoever it was to stop with a hand gesture. The young wizard had never had head pain like this, it was on par with getting hit with a sledgehammer in the temple every three seconds. Slowly his vision came back to him, although it didn't seem entirely stable as the world seemed to spinning.

"Harry, are you all right?" again the noise sent another stab of pain into his temples, he took a deep breath and looked at the culprit. A spiky mess of pink hair and a heart shaped face loomed above him.

"Tonks?" Harry croaked as the pain in his head receded to a dull ache, he sat up with groan, it felt like his entire body was on fire.
"Tonks, I'm going to need to talk to Dumbledore" he said as he slowly rose to his feet, his vision blurring slightly before it righted itself.
"We have to get you home first" she told the raven haired wizard with a frown, nodding in the direction of the Dursley's house. Harry simply nodded and started to walk with her, his body's pain slowly fading away as he moved more.

What the hell was that all about?

"I don't know, that's why I need to talk to Dumbledore" Harry replied, shocking Tonks into a stuttering sentence.
"I-I didn't...say anything"
Harry frowned, 'I swear I heard her say something' he thought silently.

Harry has always some strange thing happening to him

"Tell me about it" Harry muttered, causing Tonks eyes to widen but she held her tongue, trying not to think about anything particularly.

"You go to your room and I'll get Dumbledore to see you as soon as he can" Tonks told him as they came to the doorway of the Dursley's and Tonks promptly disappeared. The Dursleys ignored Harry as he silently made his way to his room. He was assaulted by pain as he entered his room, he slammed his door and made it to his bed before the pain pushed him over the edge and he once more succumbed to the darkness.

Harry slowly became aware of his surroundings more, the pain slowly disappearing, it was black outside his window now.
'I must have been out for hours then' Harry thought to himself as he sat up in his room, just noticing he had a guest. Professor Dumbledore was seated at his desk watching him silently over his half-moon spectacles.

"Professor Dumbledore! Sorry to keep you waiting" Harry spluttered as he slide to the end of his bed and waited for the headmaster to speak. The old wizard smiled gently at the Harry and offered him a sweet.

"Er...no thanks Professor" Harry declined, smiling hesitantly, as Dumbledore put away the sweet with a barely perceptible frown.

No one ever wants my sweets...it's not like they are bad for you

"I'm just not very hungry right now Professor" Harry explained with a shrug, Dumbledore's eyes widened comically.

"How very odd..." he muttered quietly, stroking his beard for a moment. Harry didn't reply but just waited for the old man to continue, but it seemed Dumbledore was lost in thought.

"Er...Sir?" Harry ventured hesitantly, reminding Dumbledore that he was waiting for an explanation.

"Nymphorda informed me of your little...episode earlier today. I assumed it was another scar related incident where you were experiencing Voldemort's emotions once more, but I do not believe that it is the case. You have shown the ability to unwittingly read thoughts...even mine...a practiced occulmens" Dumbledore spoke; his eyes seemed to pierce Harry's emerald orbs.
"What other...symptoms have you experienced?" Dumbledore asked quietly as he interlocked his hands on his lap. Harry told him about the pain in his head and body and losing his vision and balance.

Dumbledore looked at him silently for a few moments before he stood and drew his wand, Harry resisted the urge to flinch from the wand being drawn. He stared at Dumbledore as the wizened wizard muttered a spell under his breath and waved the wand up and down Harry's body as a soft blue glow lit up Harry's body and faded. Dumbledore sat down with a word and regarded Harry for several moments before sighing heavily.

"It seems your life is never dull Harry" Dumbledore said finally, Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.
"It appears as if you have contracted a magical illness. There are numerous numbers of magical maladies that can be caught but few with as strange symptoms as yours. I fear it is only the beginning for you my boy, but don't worry too much there are many advantages to magical illnesses. Why, I once knew a wizard who contracted Fooble's Disease causing him to be irresistible to women, much like Veela are to men" Dumbledore chuckled to himself before continuing slightly more seriously. "Of course, the attraction was not very welcome to his wife who ended up killing the poor man in a fit of jealousy after a mob of ladies had ripped his clothes off. But that is beside the point, we need to find what you have for us to correctly remedy it" Dumbledore stood with his gaze never leaving Harry's eyes; he drew a miniature book from inside his robes that enlarged as it was handed to Harry. "I will investigate via other means what you have caught, but that book there is an encyclopaedia on magical illness. Read it and try and find your own symptoms in there. I will return in a few days time to discuss matters further with you" Dumbledore managed a small smile at Harry before disapparating with a slight pop.

Harry sighed and turned his attention to the book in his hands as he gently opened it and began to read.

'Magical illnesses are contracted like muggle diseases, they usually strike randomly and without warning...which prompts many witches and wizards to believe in Fate or a higher power' The book explained as he continued reading, he quickly sped through the initial chapters explaining the history of various leading researchers in the field to make it to the fact sheets.

'Xavier's Wrath. A strange disease that causes male privates to swell to almost unfeasible sizes or shrink to almost invisible sizes. It has been noted that with this illness, a male erection can cause the wizard to pass out from blood loss or even die' Harry frowned, quickly looked underneath his trousers, shook his head and moved on.
'Curse of Cale: An illness that causes of the physical characteristics of a Vampire without any of the advantageous attributes, nor the need for blood. There are very few survivors of this course as the victims are either mistaken for vampires and killed or vampires mistake them for their own and...are killed." Harry knew he was pale but he didn't quite look like a vampire, not yet at least.
'Vingletons Strange Malady: An illness that strikes at witches and wizards, it causes the victim to believe they have changed gender. Although the body undergoes no changes, the victim's mind believes that they have been become the opposite sex'. Harry chuckled to himself and knew he wasn't afflicted by this illness but he did quickly check underneath his trousers once more.

'Jumping Jack Syndrome: An unusual malady that causes the victim to operate outside the realm of normal physics, the victim usually experiences unwanted episodes of their body acting outside the realms of everyday life. Such as floating upwards or a jump that exceeds 90 foot while they can also find themselves extremely heavy and unable to move.' Harry chuckled as he read the latest disease before his chuckle quickly became a scowl and the book was thrown across the room as he lost his temper. Harry felt anger and frustration well up inside himself as he looked for an outlet for his anger. Harry furiously pummelled his bed until he was panting.
'This is stupid, there's no reason to be angry' Harry thought with a grin as he swept up the book from its position on the ground near his trunk. The impact from the book had dislodged the photo of his parents and their friends waving at him. Harry's heart sank as he felt depression overwhelm his thoughts and he sat on the floor heavily. Feeling the pricks in his eyes as tears threatened to leak.

'What is wrong with me?!' Harry shrieked inside his head as he felt the searing pain begin in his clenched hands and quickly spread to his entire body. Harry took a deep breath and bit his lip as his vision darkened for a moment before he regained control and the pain gradually wore away. The Boy-Who-Lived was now on his hands and knees breathing deeply, his eyes beginning to focus once more as the pain gradually went away. The book Dumbledore gave him was lying open on the floor below him, Harry picked it up with a sigh and began to read from the page that had been lying open.

'Daegle's Syndrome: An obscure illness, all known victims have reported slightly different symptoms ranging from suspicious body odour and brittle bones to increased strength and unknown psychic abilities. But all victims report suffering from rampant mood swings that result in searing pain that has been likened to the feeling of the Cruciatus Curse' Harry stopped reading with a frown, the basic symptoms seemed to reflect on what he had just experienced moments before. He had gone from anger to happiness to despair in the space of a few minutes, not to mention the searing pain that had accompanied it.

'Daegle's Syndrome victims have been known to live full and happy lives by managing their symptoms. Of course, that depends upon the severity of the case, a victim that suffers from the basic mood swings and painful results can control himself with Occulmency to take better control of their emotions. For more information on Daegle's Syndrome, refer to "Daegle's: The best worst disease ever" written by several actual sufferers of Daegle's syndrome'.
Harry leapt to this feet as he quickly scrawled a message across a stray piece of parchment informing Dumbledore of what he had found and asking if he knew where he could get this new book. Harry approached Hedwig with smile and stroked her briefly before handing her the parchment,
"For Dumbledore, okay girl?" he told her affectionately as she seemed to nod at before taking off out the window. He felt lonely the moment Hedwig had left his room and he felt sadness begin to creep into his thoughts.

'No! I have to control this!' Harry thought to himself furiously as he breathed deeply and attempted to clear his mind. Harry rushed to his trunk and threw out all his books onto his bed as he attempted to keep his mind on unemotional matters, such as school textbooks.
'I'm just going to try and stay busy' He thought to himself as he opened the first book on hand and devoted all of his attention to it, for fear of having another painful episode.

It had been two long days since Harry had sent Hedwig to Dumbledore, she had returned without a reply but Harry knew she would have delivered it. He had been frantically trying to occupy all of his time with reading and re-reading all his textbooks, paying way more attention to school work then he ever use to. But it still wasn't enough, when he felt couldn't read another word he would attempt to sleep and he would feel lonely or sad and that would quickly lead to the emotional rollercoaster that ended with Harry passing out from the pain.

It was a morning after one such painful episode when Harry awoke to find Dumbledore watching him once more holding in his hands the book Harry had asked for.
"Good morning Harry. How have you been?" Dumbledore inquired politely, Harry scratched his head trying to put into words how it had been for him to try and not feel strong emotions because he knew he couldn't control them. So in the end he settled for a polite and well mannered, "I've been fine, thank you".

His headmaster chuckled and crossed his legs as he peered at Harry over his glasses
"Let us get straight to the point, I have read this book you alerted me to and I concur with your belief that you have contracted 'Daegle's Syndrome'. The book informs us that your body will react painfully if you undergo too severe or too numerous mood changes, it suggests occulmency as a method of preventing the pain. What I did find most interesting was that negative emotions such as anger, hate, sadness, jealous etc will more easily cause a painful episode. The book hypothesises that if one was to experience only positive emotions it would be easier to maintain a pain-free existence" Dumbledore paused for emphasis here, allowing Harry a moment for the information to sink in before continuing.
"We do not know what or how numerous your other symptoms will be. But we do know that we have to get you to start controlling your emotions more, and living with positive emotions. It will be very hard for to control your emotions so quickly but I will be teaching how to control your emotions. Until you are at point where you can control your emotions sufficiently I recommend exhausting yourself so you don't have the energy to feel any emotion intensely. And as magic is unavailable to you while you are here, I suggest you begin physical exercise. Ms. Tonks has already agreed to guard you if you decide to take my advice on physical exhaustion".

Harry's head swam with all this knowledge as it finally sank in that he had a magical disease. Dumbledore watched him quietly as the young wizard attempted to take it all in.

Come on Harry, you've been through worse than this. Stay strong

Harry glanced up sharply with a look of surprise on his face and Dumbledore realised Harry had read his thoughts.

"In time, I believe we can develop that ability of yours my boy" the old wizard told him with a twinkle in his eyes.

"It is time that I depart Harry, but before I go...I believe that we should keep your condition a secret from the general populace Harry...there's no telling how handy your symptoms might come in. Firstly you have to work on differentiating between someone's thoughts and their speech, replying to someone's unspoken questions will surely give you away. Now, Ms. Tonks will be watching over you and providing some magical support in this house of Muggles. If you have any problems, I am never far away...Goodbye my boy" Dumbledore finished nodded at harry with a smile and one final chuckle before disappearing with a slight pop. Harry heard one final thought before the old headmaster left.

Hopefully this can keep his mind of Sirius, the poor boy

Harry's gaze became vacant as he remembered Sirius Black once more and he was overcome with sadness and despair. He felt tears build in his eyes as he drew his legs up to his chest and the tears began to flow as he remembered the gaping loss in his heart that was left by Sirius. He attempted vainly to control his emotions but it was futile, Harry was almost relieved when the searing pain returned to his body and he welcomed the engulfing black.

Harry groaned as he slowly became aware of the sunlight shining through his window and his body emitted a series of cracks as he stretched his limbs. Images of Sirius falling through the veil kept flashing through his mind as he stood up and ran to the bathroom and proceeded to vomit the contents of his stomach into the toilet before he walked to the basin and splashed water on his face with a sigh. Harry looked up into this reflection; he was very pale, with deep dark shadows under his eyes that showed just how little sleep he had recently. Harry closed his eyes tightly, seeing the Sirius's face behind his eyelids.
'I just wish I could forget' he thought tiredly as he stumbled back to his room and lay down on his bed and stared at his ceiling.
'Sirius...I wish you could come back, I need you' the young wizard thought desperately as he clenched his fists at his sides.

Poor Harry, it must have really hit him hard

Harry's head snapped round to his window sill but no one was visible, it sounded like Tonks in his head though. He frowned at the window and got up slowly as he discreetly drew his wand and dashed forward and grabbed onto an invisible person. He pulled the person towards him so that they didn't fall out the window, he overbalanced and fell backwards pulling the unknown person with him. He landed on his back with a grunt as the invisibility cloak sliding of Tonks as she sat up straddling Harry on the ground.

"Wotcher Harry, how did you know I was there?" she asked with wink at the prone wizard. Harry blushed brightly and beamed at her before he gently moved Tonks off and rose to his feet and pulling her to her feet without hesitation before his smile and blush faded away quickly and sadness threatened to overcome him. Turning away without a word and sitting on the bed, he took several deep breaths and attempted to calm himself as he stared vacantly at Tonks.

What a mood swing! And I thought teenage girls were bad."I'm guessing Dumbledore didn't tell you then?" Harry asked through gritted teeth as he felt the beginning of anger and humiliation at Tonks's thought.

"Dumbledore told me all about your syndrome Harry. I just don't know all the specifics" she said gently as she inched closer to the depressed teenager.

"Can you...remove all the memories of Sirius from my head?" Harry croaked, much to the surprise of Tonks, she began to talk before Harry spoke again.
"Because all I ever see is him dying again and again, I see Bellatrix's deranged laughter, I see his stunned look and the laughter die on his face...I can't think straight, I can't even close my eyes without seeing him. I can barely sleep, I even hope that those pain attacks come so I can pass out and not have to see his face. I can't control my emotions like I'm meant to, so it always ends up with me in pain. I just can't do it, I hate emotions." Harry continued, gaining volume as he locked his intense gaze on Tonk's. She was momentarily stunned before she sat down next to him on the bed and replied quietly,

"I know it's hard Harry, it's been hard on me as well. I still have nightmares...but I practice spell after spell to exhaust myself every night so that I'm too tired to think about the bad things. And I know, eventually all I will remember will be the good times with the laughter and fun. Emotions are what make us human Harry, we need them to stay humane otherwise we'd up like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. " she felt her heart break at Harry's despondent gaze moved towards his hands as they clenched and unclenched in his lap.
"Dumbledore suggested that I do physical exercise since I can't practice magic here" he muttered quietly.

Something has to be done about this, he can't live like thisHarry looked at her but didn't respond to her statement, Tonks frowned as she remembered that Harry is able to hear some of her thoughts.

"Yes, he explained to me the reasoning behind it as well. I was always using magical exhaustion to avoid my own nightmares...It worked for me." Tonks replied with a shrug, Harry stared at her for a few awkward moments before nodding to himself and leaving the room without a word. Tonks threw the cloak over herself quickly and followed her charge down the stairs and out the front door. As soon as Harry's foot touched the road he started to run, gaining speed as he attempted to run away from his own thoughts. His surroundings began to blur as he felt tears build in his eyes but he just shook his head furiously and increased his pace, he felt the beginnings of a stitch and his breath was becoming heavy and laboured as he kept a furious pace up as he ran blindly down the streets.

Harry didn't know how much time had passed when he finally collapsed onto his knees on the path, breathing deeply as he tried to gulp as much air as he could, he sweat soaked chest heaving as he got his breath back. He wiped the sweat from his eyes as his breathing calmed and he regained his normal breathing rate. It had felt good to exert himself, to run until he couldn't possibly go another step. He rolled back on his heels and sat himself down on the path as he looked around at his surroundings, only vaguely recognising the area.
'I wonder if Tonks is here' Harry thought to himself as he looked around, a smile on his face, he was feeling happier than he had in a long time.

Good to see he is happier, not moping about Sirius

At the mere mention of Sirius in Tonks's thoughts, Harry's smile faded as he was once again bombarded with images of Sirius dying of the ache in his heart. Harry growled before launching to his feet and taking off down the street once more, only just hearing Tonks curse as she realised what had happened. Harry took deep breaths, half trying to calm his emotions half trying to still the burning feelings in his lungs from lack of air. Harry felt the soles of his shoes being to wear through but he didn't care to stop and he felt his legs begin to feel like rubber but he was determined to continue. Images of Sirius flashed through his mind, from the first meeting to the many laughs they had together to the veil. He saw Privet drive in the distance and increased his pace as the edges of his vision were beginning to darken and he scowled, refusing to stop, he was just into Privet drive when his legs collapsed from under him and he tumbled to the ground. He ended up staring at the sky on the footpath and he couldn't feel his legs and his feet were bleeding and it almost felt like he had damaged his lungs but he wasn't sad. Harry chuckled, the chuckle turned into a full blown laugh as Harry lay unable to move on the foot path as he stared at the sky.
'Sirius wouldn't want me to be sad. And I will get over it...until then I'm going to keep my mind occupied' He thought as he stopped laughing and settled for a crooked grin.

Has he gone insane?Harry chuckled, "No, Tonks...I'm not insane. It's this emotional rollercoast I'm on, but it's much nicer feeling happy emotions...just like Dumbledore said it would be. The challenge is staying positive..just like he said it would be. I won't develop overnight control of my emotions, but I can already attempt to keep positive...if that's what it takes for me to be normal...then so be it. I realise that I've got to keep my mind occupied until I develop better control. Thanks Tonks for coming with me. I know that I wouldn't have been allowed outside unless I had a guard with me" Tonks didn't say anything but Harry heard her reply none the less

you're welcome Harry

Harry woke with a start, Sirius was plaguing his dreams once more. He looked at the clock next to his bed, it read 3:03 AM, Harry sighed as he got out of bed and moved to the largest floor space in his room and sat down.
'I'm not going to be able to sleep for a while...and I'm going to have to keep occupied' Harry thought to himself as he began to do push-ups on the ground.
'I just got to exhaust myself again' he thought as he attempted to do as many push-ups as he could.

Morning found Harry asleep on his bedroom floor smelling of old sweat. He moved awkwardly as he rolled his neck and sniffed himself with revulsion. He looked around his room with an odd feeling in his head, it was the feeling of bubblegum pink and mischief, at least that's the only way Harry could describe it if he was asked. He narrowed it down to the windowsill and approached it with a curious frown on his face as he grabbed the invisible Tonks once more.

"Tonks...I can feel you in my head...I felt..your...your personality or something...I knew where you were" Harry told her frowning absently as he let go of the invisible Tonks.
She slid off the cloak so Harry could see her frown, "That's very strange Harry, maybe it's another symptom of your syndrome? You can kind of hear people's thoughts? Maybe with some people you can remember their...er...personality" Tonks finished lamely. Harry nodded to himself and grabbed his shoes from the end of the bed and shoved them towards Tonks with a grin.
"Can you repair these? We are going for a run again"

A/N: Well, what do you all think? It's early days yet but there is plot haha.

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