ABOUT THIS ANTHOLOGY
I decided it would be easier to collect my short musings on the Harry Potter world into a single collection. Sometimes they're discussions on fanfic cliches, sometimes they're just small ideas I have. I have commital problems and I'm not very good with long stories. I would have loved to create a table of contents with summaries, but I believe I'd spam any notification, so I'll try to make my chapter titles as descriptive as possible.
DISCLAIMER
I wish I was making money off of fanfiction. But I'm not, because I don't own Harry Potter or it's world. All characters/ideas not mentioned by JKR are my own. Any mistakes and canon-discrepancies are also my own.
SUMMARY OF THIS SHORT: Dr. Dominguez did not understand the Dursleys' hate of the magical world.
Hope you enjoy it!
Dr. Dominguez did not understand the Dursley family. He was currently treating the Dudley, aged 15, having been referred by Arabella Figg. On the front, he was just a well-respected psychiatrist but in actuality, was a Squib given a good life by private Wizarding investors.
Dominguez treats those who suffer from Rhabdophobia, or the fear of magic. He is American, born to a Mexican pureblood and an American muggleborm who met at Salem - which contrary to European beliefs on the linguistics of wizards vs. witches is not an all-girl's school -, and has a heavy, short grey mustache, and well-kept salt-and-pepper hair. Much to his happiness, his lovely daughter is a Hufflepuff finishing at Hogwarts, whose smile he finds a blessing. He owes his good life to benefactors in the Wizarding World who transferred him to Britain, his education at the American Magical Disabilities school, and loving parents. He peers over his glasses at the Dursley boy.
"And what did you say, started this fear? Something during the summer?"
Dudley squirms, obviously hiding something.
"Yes.. Um. My parents hate magic too. Always have. Can't even use the word in the household."
Dr. Dominguez stares at the form the Dursleys filled out before writing a few notes. According to them, it was just the three of them. No children that were potentially muggleborn. Often times, sufferers of rhabdophobia were siblings or parents of muggleborn children. Said children would often not be well-adjusted, if they were refused from entering the European magical schools. Looking up at Dudley again, he highly doubts Dudley was a muggleborn. He was clearly loved, and spoiled. No signs of parental abuse, no apparent symptoms of magic. So what was causing this?
His role in the muggle world was to act as a spy to detect any anti-magic movements, and stop any potential crazy muggles that would blow up and kill magical children.
Sighing, he continues the conversation, but after 45 minutes, he discovers nothing. Apparently Dudley Dursley was traumatized by a couple of dark cloaked figures but couldn't describe them other than "cloaks" and a feeling of "dread." But it sounded like a couple of teenaged pranksters. He couldn't even identify if they were wizards because Dudley said they didn't flash any lights or pull out any "sticks." Dr. Dominguez considers a trial he heard about during the summer, and considers for a moment they might be the same Dementors that apparently approached Harry Potter. Maybe they passed by the Dursley boy?
It still didn't explain why Dudley and his parents had feared magic for his entire life.
Sighing, he writes a prescription to the Maginex pill.
"Take these once a week until the bottle is completely done. They're a liquid pill." And filled with a tiny dosage of the Pacifier potion, a potion developed for Wizarding parents to feed children traumatized by their own accidental magic out-bursts.
He continues, "You can get this prescription filled downstairs by Mr. Ted Tonks. Don't go anywhere else, you can't get these just anywhere. Okay?"
The boy nods.
If Dudley doesn't fill the prescription today, he'll contact the benefactors that hired him and they'll Confound the boy's parents into taking them.
Dudley Dursley gets up and leaves, and Dr. Dominguez sighs. He'll probably never find out why, but he hopes that the boy will come back so he can find out. He might not. Few but the worst cases come back. His main clients are squibs who need solace in their lack of magic.
"Samantha?" He rings on his intercom.
"Yes, Dr. Dominguez?"
"Who's my next patient?"
"Ellen Fletchley. I'll bring her file in just a moment."
Author's note: I don't know much about psychology other than a class I almost failed two years ago, so forgive me for any mistakes. I'm also American, so I have even less of an idea what British psychiatry appointments are like.
High five if you catch a reference to my other story. Apparently I'm fascinated by squibs.