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[Prologue]
He always sat alone by the window. His outbursts stopped and he quit cutting himself. But he didn't speak. He looked out the window and appeared to be waiting. Waiting for what? I don't know. A visitor, an owl, some form of contact from the outside world to know that they still care about him. He doesn't look at me when I give him his shots or his pills. In fact, he doesn't look at any of us. He doesn't fuss when we take him to his room and I'm not sure he sleeps.
The last time someone came to see him, they left him such disarray that he tried, repeatedly to throw himself out a window. The man was male, marked by his sneer. He would have been handsome if not for that. He was older and had greasy black hair. The other man was younger. Near eighteen or so I'd say. He had green eyes and messy jet black hair. Everyone knows who he is. Harry Potter.
I don't know exactly what happened during the visit. I was off duty but I saw them leave, Harry's eyes brimming with tears he wouldn't cry. My patient and my friend was screaming, incoherently. It took lots of spells to knock him out. And he awoke in his room, strapped to the bed. He looked at me and beckoned me to come to him.
"Find him." was all he said and the very last thing he ever said. I don't know who "he" is. And he won't tell me anything. He doesn't speak a word. They say he's insane but I don't think they're right. I think he knows something they don't. Something he won't reveal. But if he ever told me, I would believe every word of it. He seems like an honest man. Mysterious, and unhappy amber eyes, look out the window under his long lashes. He has so much. And won't let me in for a moment of it.
Yet, today his eyes glint with mischief. He's not looking out the window. He's playing chess with himself and pondering the next move. He's got a TV (a Muggle contraption) beside him and the wizard on it says,
"Last night the Dark Lord, 'Whose real name is Tom Riddle,' says a very reliable source, was defeated by a nineteen year old Harry Potter. Harry Potter was recently accused of being insane and delusional. Sources now say that it was all lies to discredit the lad. Back to you, Dan."
"Thanks, Ricky. As most of you know, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry closed down two years ago after the class of 2007, by them, affectionatly called, 'Double'O'Seven', graduated. Sources say that the school will be reopened to all students this year."
"Further more, Dan, long time prisoner of Azkaban," he focuses off the game and onto the TV, "Sirius Black has been found innocent of all charges that imprisoned him for twelve years. Black has been escaped and eluding capture for six years. He was thought to be Voldemort's top agent and right hand man. But Ministry officials say that it was a man called Wormtail, or Peter Pettigrew that he was allegedly supposed to have killed. Wormtail turned himself in with his Master's death, and is under going much scrutiny to see if that is approiate for him as well. Other sources indicate that Black was sent to Azkaban without a trial. Minister of Magic Fudge refuses to comment."
He grins at me. The first true grin I've seen him wear in a very long time. "Care to join me?" he asks in the most pleasant of voices.
[End Prologue]
[Prologue]
He always sat alone by the window. His outbursts stopped and he quit cutting himself. But he didn't speak. He looked out the window and appeared to be waiting. Waiting for what? I don't know. A visitor, an owl, some form of contact from the outside world to know that they still care about him. He doesn't look at me when I give him his shots or his pills. In fact, he doesn't look at any of us. He doesn't fuss when we take him to his room and I'm not sure he sleeps.
The last time someone came to see him, they left him such disarray that he tried, repeatedly to throw himself out a window. The man was male, marked by his sneer. He would have been handsome if not for that. He was older and had greasy black hair. The other man was younger. Near eighteen or so I'd say. He had green eyes and messy jet black hair. Everyone knows who he is. Harry Potter.
I don't know exactly what happened during the visit. I was off duty but I saw them leave, Harry's eyes brimming with tears he wouldn't cry. My patient and my friend was screaming, incoherently. It took lots of spells to knock him out. And he awoke in his room, strapped to the bed. He looked at me and beckoned me to come to him.
"Find him." was all he said and the very last thing he ever said. I don't know who "he" is. And he won't tell me anything. He doesn't speak a word. They say he's insane but I don't think they're right. I think he knows something they don't. Something he won't reveal. But if he ever told me, I would believe every word of it. He seems like an honest man. Mysterious, and unhappy amber eyes, look out the window under his long lashes. He has so much. And won't let me in for a moment of it.
Yet, today his eyes glint with mischief. He's not looking out the window. He's playing chess with himself and pondering the next move. He's got a TV (a Muggle contraption) beside him and the wizard on it says,
"Last night the Dark Lord, 'Whose real name is Tom Riddle,' says a very reliable source, was defeated by a nineteen year old Harry Potter. Harry Potter was recently accused of being insane and delusional. Sources now say that it was all lies to discredit the lad. Back to you, Dan."
"Thanks, Ricky. As most of you know, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry closed down two years ago after the class of 2007, by them, affectionatly called, 'Double'O'Seven', graduated. Sources say that the school will be reopened to all students this year."
"Further more, Dan, long time prisoner of Azkaban," he focuses off the game and onto the TV, "Sirius Black has been found innocent of all charges that imprisoned him for twelve years. Black has been escaped and eluding capture for six years. He was thought to be Voldemort's top agent and right hand man. But Ministry officials say that it was a man called Wormtail, or Peter Pettigrew that he was allegedly supposed to have killed. Wormtail turned himself in with his Master's death, and is under going much scrutiny to see if that is approiate for him as well. Other sources indicate that Black was sent to Azkaban without a trial. Minister of Magic Fudge refuses to comment."
He grins at me. The first true grin I've seen him wear in a very long time. "Care to join me?" he asks in the most pleasant of voices.
[End Prologue]