Author Note: Hi everyone, this is my first story and I hope you'll like it. I suck at writing summaries, but I can tell this story if quite original. Once again it's about Harry Potter, a prodigy at healing and the boy-who lived. He works at St. Mungo's as one of the best healers, there he meets one particular patient Professor Quirrell and... Harry is very interested in the enigma and enters in a game with Voldemort where both have to unravel each other...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1 The Healer and the Imperiused Skeeter
A very soft, yet bright light shone through the dark eerie sky which showed no signs of the kindness and beauty of the moon that was shining behind the grey clouds floating by like a corps of birds. The light resembled a star which preferred to shine on earth, but it was in fact a building. A hundred feet tall, it stood strong on the grassy ground covered by the shadows of the night. Inside where the light shone, people could be heard talking. The sounds varied from very panic-stricken to calmness and sometimes even happiness. At the same time people left the building, but more came in through the entrance where just above it hung a board with a big wand and bone crossing and the richly decorated letters St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries below.
Outside the big glass-roofed parking place was full, but not of cars –no- the spots were filled with many different brooms. Next to the broom parking place, were two large open fields rimmed with elegant-looking fences. One was marked: Apparation Place for individuals or groups of max 5 people. The other: Apparation Place for Groups larger than 5 people. It seemed that the first one was more used, people kept appearing and disappearing. While the other open place was empty until a group of roughly twenty colorful robed wizards and witches appeared talking loudly to each other, flattening the grass on their way to the hospital.
They were bathed in golden light when they came in and some eyes of other visitors and healers shot into their way due to the noise. Most were looking annoyed and others surprised, but the group didn't pay attention to them, though they did lower their voices, probably remembering that they were in a hospital in the middle of the night. Whereas many healers in their white coats ran or walked to their duties, one middle-aged man came to them. He greeted them politely and asked them to follow him and talk somewhere else.
While they went up to the Fourth floor, the section Spell Damage, the white halls seemed to get more busy. They made their way to Room 466, where a childish voice could be heard.
"Grease this on where you were hit, twice a day for a whole month. It does have some side-effects, but I assure you it will help, Mr. Willes."
"Thank you very much, healer. Do I have to come back?" The voice belonged to an older man as it sounded more brusque.
"Yes, for a last checkup. We want to make sure everything is all right. You can make an appointment at the on the ground floor desk. I advise to come back as soon as your treatment has finished. Well, I hope I won't see you anymore." One witch of the group who were waiting in front of the closed white door, seemed to scribble something down the paper she was holding.
The older man began to laugh. "I do hope to see you again, but not for health problems. Anyway, I assume you won't do the checkup?"
"No I only heal. Checking up is another department. My apologies, but if you don't have any question, I'll have to walk you to the door. I have an appointment for tonight."
"Oh no, I'm sorry for holding you up. I forgot that you're busy boy. And no I don't have any questions. Thank you for your help, healer." Footsteps could be heard nearing the door of the room. When it opened, it revealed a boy no older than 11 years old and an man in his thirties. The boy eyed the group little annoyed and the other healer with suspicion.
"I would appreciate it if you would let my patient safely out of my the room.", the raven-haired boy said formally. Most were doing as he said so. Only one woman with a fuchsia robe and glasses with diamonds, probably fake, kept going forward to which the other healer had to rush forward to keep her away from approaching.
"Well, I hope you'll recover. If there's something don't hesitate and come. Good night, Mr. Willow." The boy nodded.
"I'm sure I'll if that happens. Goodnight, Healer Potter." He nodded formally and turned his back to him, making his way toward the lift and out of the hospital. Healer Potter waved him goodbye until he wasn't in his eye field anymore. Then he turned to the group and his colleague or rather boss, as the other wore a sign stating: Healer A.J. Walrood. Head of the Spell Damage Department.
He sighed. "Is it already time? Well, let's be quick, there are many other patients who need treatment. Please follow me to my office." He walked out of the room and closed it with magic. Then he walked ahead, his boss keeping up with him only a few minutes after.
"How did you manage to keep her down?" Healer Potter asked surprised. He eyed his boss, still with suspicion, while Healer Walrood only shook his head. His brown hair lightly moved with the movement of his head.
"Imperius curse." He sighed. The young healer raised a brow, but then looked understandingly.
"You finally understand? Now you have to give me the permission to do it." He pouted, which he rarely did. As healer things should be handled formally and like an adult.
"There's nothing to understand. She's just a little bit… crazy? Oh whatever. And no you don't get. I mean she hasn't 'attacked' you every time she sees you." Healer Potter gave him a do-you-believe-it-yourself-look.
"Still, when she hasn't attacked you, you shouldn't do so. It goes against the code and you really might land in Azkaban." He pointed out.
"But she is a danger for our patients –no- the whole magical society!"
"Well, if you set that fact aside… Anyway forget it. After this interview you won't get interviewed by them for a long time, okay? You can enjoy your life as a child at Hogwarts. Have you already got your letter, Harry?" Harry shook his head.
"In about a few hours." The young healer shrugged. Healer Walrood turned his head and said: "I would appreciate you didn't write down our little conversation. It's rather private and I prefer not to go to the ministry." The group of reporter nodded, only leaving Rita Skeeter looking dreamingly at the pair of healers.
After a few minutes the journalists and the photographers made themselves comfortable in the fauteuils and sofa's standing on a velvet carpet in the middle of a huge ancient-Greek-decorated office. Though the chamber was big, it didn't feel so. Most of the space was taken by the bookshelves which reached the painted 'moving' ceiling. There was no space left for new books seemingly as everything stood straight and tightly. The many books on the selves formed a colorful nice wall pattern itself, not needing any wallpaper at all.
Harry sat behind his desk which was not far from the group of people. Meanwhile, Dr. Walrood sat on the other chair on the opposite. Harry tapped with his fingers on his wooden desk impatiently, but also signed for his boss to start.
"Well, does anyone want a cup of tea before we start?" Dr. Walrood said politely. Most witches nodded while the wizards all shook their head. The head Healer summoned a house elf, which not only brought a tea set, but many delicious food as well. The elf offered them all and Dr. Walrood continued. "Let's begin shall we? My colleague and I would really appreciate it if this goes quick, we got many more patients to treat. Thanks in advance. Also, we would like to inform you, that there is a possibility we might leave suddenly due to for an emergency. We apologize if that happens."
The crowd nodded understandingly and Rita Skeeter seemed to scribble down something with strange self-writing feather. Harry already began to regret not escaping from this scenery.
A small hand quickly was raised, when the witch talked: "No…No… We've to be thankful that we're finally allowed some time interviewing you, surely you must be busy with life savings. So how is St. Mungo's doing?" Harry made a mental note that she wasn't that bad, usually journalists begin their questions about him.
"Good, very good. The percentage of dying people is much lower than last year and we made progress on the healing and medicines of the curses that don't have. And of course our new accession will help as well, though it came pricy." He replied.
Immediately another journalist in dark blue robes asked: "Can you be more specific on the 'new accession project'? What is meant by it?"
"Sure. We've purveyed a MRI-scan. It was Harry's idea, actually." Eyes turned to Harry, before they returned to Dr. Walrood. Harry was annoyed the other mentioned his name, and the head healer knew. "It let you see the body inside without actually open it. We've investigated it and it has many advantages. This could really save a lot of people whose diseasing are untraceable by magic. Though with lives comes high prices. It's worth millions in muggle money, but we want the best for our patients, of course."
"Are muggle technologies that good advanced?" asked another tin-looking wizard.
Dr. Walrood nodded. "Not all of course, but I'm sure that this device will save many people which couldn't be done with magic."
"Who's going to surveillance to see if everything goes all right?"
"That will be our Harry here and some doctors who have known the muggle world and studied the machine." Eyes focused again on Harry.
"Harry dear..." Harry was unnerved when he heard Rita's sweet voice. He knew this conversation's subject would turn 180 degrees. "I heard you're going to Hogwarts this year. What do you expect? How do you feel? Which house would you like to join?"
Harry sighed inwardly, but not daring to ignore her or be informal. "I expect it to be a good school with good education. I don't really feel anything, it's normal to go to school, even if it's an magical one. I don't mind which house I go to, only that there are nice people." Harry went for safe answers but somehow he had the feeling that Skeeter would deform his words.
"How about the Hospital, Harry? If you aren't here, many may die. I mean even when you're so young, barely eleven, you are one of the best healers in the country and probably a high ranked healer in the world. How would you feel?" Harry wished the other journalists were faster than Skeeter, but it was to no avail. The times he had seen and spoken her, she was always the fastest, like a snake not letting go of her prey.
"I trust the hospital and the healers, my colleagues, to save those people without me. And oh… come on, I'm not that good." Harry saw the others didn't believe and neither did his boss, but he went on anyway. "I feel I can leave it to them and I've utmost faith in them."
"But there are al-" Suddenly someone knocked on the door and a healer appeared in the opening. "Emergency case." Harry was thankful to him and almost could kiss him, but he didn't, knowing Rita would make another article about it. Harry stood, excused himself, waved them goodbye and left with another Healer. On their way he gave him the papers about the patient and wished him goodbye when the healer headed into another direction.
Harry walked inside the room which was on first floor: the department of Creature Induced Injuries. He closed the door and faced his patient, who had an oddly purple turban and a same colored suit. Quirinus Quirrell, he had read in the files.
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