Harry hated the mornings after, where he woke up with a splitting headache and his arse horribly sore. He couldn't even remember who had been the bloke to stick his cock up there, as they were never there when he woke up. But honestly, he could care less. He had gotten a good fuck, and that was all that mattered.

He groaned as he stretched, sitting up and pulling the sheet around himself. His clothes were probably scattered all the way down the hall, and he couldn't be bothered to fetch them. Those were his clubbing clothes anyways, he'd never wear them in the house.

"You have one new message!" his answering machine helpfully chirped, and Harry pressed the play button.

"Hi, Harry! Or should I say, good morning, as you're probably just waking up after another night out." Hermione Granger's voice floated out from the small speaker. "Anyways, I just wanted to remind you that the date for Luna's engagement party changed from today to next Tuesday. I know she mentioned it at work yesterday, but you probably forgot. And please remember to take your pills! They're very important, and I know you forget sometimes. Love you!"

Harry rubbed a hand over his face and got up, shuffling over to his dresser to grab a clean pair of boxers. He pulled on a faded Quidditch jersey over them, then headed down the hallway. He nearly tripped over a belt that he was sure wasn't his, but he'd have to check that later. As for right now, he had to down his pills and a Hangover Potion, inhale a quick breakfast, and get dressed before he had to hurry off to work.

Once Harry reached the kitchen, he opened up his potions cupboard so he could grab what he needed. Strange. There should only be one Hangover Potion left, as he only got a week supply at a time. Today was Sunday, but yet there were two. But he had taken one every day this week so far, so he couldn't understand why there were two instead of one. Harry didn't have any spare time to worry right now, however, so he just grabbed one of the Hangover Potions and downed it.

Next came his pills. The red for depression, and the blue for his PTSD. Thank Merlin that Hermione had reminded him to take these. He didn't feel much like having a bad day today. He took both of them with some orange juice, then set some toast and bacon to cook while he dashed upstairs to get his deep blue Unspeakable uniform on.

Harry spent a good five minutes trying to find it before remembering the robes were hanging on the back of the bathroom door. He quickly tied up his boots before heading back downstairs to devour his bacon and slightly burnt toast. Afterward, he clasped his cloak around his neck before getting into the Floo so he could get to work.

But, little did Harry know that this day was going to be anything but ordinary.

Harry stepped out of his designated fireplace and into the throng of Ministry workers, some who recognized him and greeted him with a, "Hello, Harry!" Harry gave a wave to those that he knew, and a curt nod to those he didn't. Sometimes some of these people got too overly friendly, but otherwise, Harry didn't mind giving them a small greeting. He headed into the lifts, though most of the other workers in his lift got off before they reached the bottom most floor.

"Department of Mysteries." the elevator woman announced.

This was where Harry got off, as it was where he worked. Sometimes he had deja vu as he walked down these halls. Over there, the courtroom where he had been tried for conjuring a Patronus. And through this door, the place where he had lost his godfather forever. Sometimes Harry wished that he had chosen a different position instead. But he didn't want anything more to do with Dark wizards, and sometimes he discovered the most interesting things that came in from the Auror missions.

"Hello, Harry." Padma Patil greeted him as he walked towards his office. She worked down here too, but in the Time Room.

"Hello, Padma." Harry said kindly. "Any interesting cases come in today?"

"There's an interesting curse down in Brussels, I think. I left it on your desk for you to look at."

Harry nodded his thanks and pushed open the door into his office. His office was a smallish space, cluttered with who-knows-what from over the years. He carefully sidestepped a teapot before sitting down behind his desk. And there was the case folder, sitting right where Padma said it would be. Perhaps he'd take a look later in the day and check out the scene, when it wasn't so damned hot. And it was Sunday, so it wouldn't be as busy at night.

Harry worked for a few solid hours with a tampered pendant, his hands starting to sweat under his rough dragonhide gloves. There was a knock at the door, and Harry yelled "Just a minute!" before putting a protective barrier around the pendant on his desk. The door swung open and there stood Hermione, holding a paper bag in her hands.

"Harry!" she smiled. "I thought you'd want some lunch. You're always all cramped up in here all day."

"Thanks, Hermione." Harry gave her a grateful grin, conjuring an armchair for her in front of his desk. "But you should be back upstairs, taking care of your Ministerly duties, shouldn't you?"

Hermione waved him off, sitting down and taking out the Chinese food cartons. "Oh, they won't miss me for a half hour or so, I don't think. I thought you'd be happy to see me!"

"I am, but-"

Harry interrupted himself by clutching at his stomach. Suddenly, he didn't feel so good. His stomach twisted in knots, and he could feel the bile at the back of his throat.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione asked, her expression worried. "You look a bit green."

Harry answered her by puking into the trash can next to his desk. There went his breakfast from that morning. Hermione was immediately at his side, rubbing his back.

"Do you need to go to the doctor?" she fretted, Vanishing the puke already in the can.

Harry tried to tell her no, but instead bent over and retched again. Hermione pressed her lips together.

"That settles it. We're taking you to a Healer."