Year: 2009

Two years after Voldemorts defeat.

The woman walked down the narrow halls of Saint Mungo's hospital, her long, blond, slightly frizzy hair waving behind her. She finally reached the end of the hall. She pulled out her wand and turned to face the door. DM482 was written on a gold plate attached to the door. Right under that were the words "work in progress". However, the words were crossed out. Scrawled in their place were the words "hopeless case". The woman opened a file with the same code on it. It read as follows:

Subject: 482

Age: 19

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 83lbs from 136lbs at time of admission.

Affliction: Insanity

Cause: "He who must not be named."

Following this information were a bunch of reports on the subject. The woman skipped to the most recent one.

August 14th 2007

The subject is no longer showing improvement and is becoming violent. We will continue therapy for 2 more sessions. If subject contiues to act out this case will be closed.

The womans gaze moved to the entry right before it.

August 1st 2007

The subject has ceased talking and has started throwing tantrums. The tantrums are harmless but we fear he may become violent.

She continued to move down the page.

July 27th 2007

Sadly, the patient has begun to improve less and less in the last few sessions, and has started muttering things at random. We hope this does not continue. The patient is still very intelligent and we still have hopes for more improvment once we start up the medication again.

July 12th 2007

The patient has shown great improvment the last few sessions and we are thinking of stopping the medication. Patient is eating right, speaking more clearly and has shown a greater interest in social interaction.

This was all the woman read and she shut the file. She prepared herself, opened the door and went in. There he was. Patient/subject 482. Huddled in a corner was a very thin boy about 19 years of age. He certainly looked like he weighed less than 83lbs. He was moaning and whimpering loudly. . he sounded as though he were in a lot of pain. He didn't notice the woman who entered, he just kept crying out and cringing with pain. Luna Lovegood aproached the boy cautiously and knelt down in front of him. He was whimpering still, but not trying to move away.

"Hey, hey… it's ok, it's ok, no one's going to hurt you. It's ok…" The boy looked up at her, tears streaming down his cheeks. She sighed, thinking that she might cry too seeing him like this. It was something she would never have expected from him back in school.

"Hello Draco… do you know who I am?"

Ok, so, the first chapter isn't long but I just wanted to put it up so see how people enjoy it first. I don't own Harry potter it belongs to J.K and she wrote a wonderful series.

Please keep in mind that I wrote this before I finished reading the final book and I really don't know how this will go.