A/N: Bonne nuit, mes amis! I am very happy that everyone is thus far satisfied with my story. Oh, and to SiriusBlackIsGod, I am sorry to disappoint you, but I did not know. I had known that kids in France learned to drive at a later age, so it makes sense that other European countries would do that, too, but I forgot all about that as well. I was going on the fact that instead of learning to drive, magical children would learn to apparate. Now that they live in a muggle community, however, they will have to learn how to drive. Also, for the people wanting to know what is going to happen, you are just going to have to keep reading!
Chapter Two: Doctor Bradley and Registration
"…and then I fell in the pool!" Bella giggled. Harry sighed dramatically as they walked into his kitchen, shopping bags from Port Angeles in their hands. He held back a smile and rolled his eyes.
"My poor clumsy Bella, what am I going to do with you?" He moaned.
"Chuck her, maybe?" Draco sneered. Bella glared hatefully at him. The blond and brunette's hate for each other seemed to grow as the friendship between the girl and Harry grew. Draco hated the girl because she was a muggle and putting horrible ideas in his little brother's head. Just the other day Harry was reading a book by some thankfully dead muggle by the name of Cretin! Maybe it was Chopping…whatever. Bella hated him because of his hate for her and the fact that he tried to baby Harry. Honestly, how protective could you get?
"Now, now, play nice, Draco," Lucius muttered from behind his paper.
"Harry, you're home!" Sirius came bounding down the stairs to hug his son. Harry smiled and returned the hug. "How did the Mercedes do, Bella?"
"Very nicely, sir, but I prefer my truck." Draco snorted.
"Please. That piece of junk would not make it down the road, let alone Port Angeles."
"At least I am able to drive my vehicle, unlike one jerk I know." Harry rolled his eyes at their behavior, but chose not to say anything. They would not stop arguing.
"I am sorry to cut this visit, Bella, but Harry and I have plans today," Sirius interjected. His son frowned.
"What plans?"
"We have to visit a friend of ours and go register at the school with your brother after." Harry nodded before turning to hug his friend of two weeks.
"Sorry, Bells, but I have to go." She smiled.
"No problem. You are still going to meet my friend Jacob tomorrow, right?"
"Of course. Meet you at your place?"
"Yep. Come over at around eleven, okay?" As soon as she left, Harry and Sirius went to get Harry's Lamborghini. Sirius was driving, of course. Harry and Draco were scheduled to take their tests at the American Ministry of Magic on August twenty-forth, the next week, at one o'clock.
As it turned out, Sirius and Harry were not going to see a friend, but going to see Doctor Bradley at the hospital. He wanted to see Harry for himself to make his own tests and assumptions. Afterwards, he would be accompanying the family to Fork's High to inform the teachers and staff on how to treat Harry in times of emergencies.
Sirius could not help a look of distaste cross his face as they entered the small hospital. Compared to the magic hospitals he was used to, this seemed dirty and lacking. They walked up to the front desk where a dirty blonde girl was twisting a piece of chewing gum around her finger, her face in the other hand. "Excuse me, miss. We are looking for a Doctor Bradley."
"Do you have an appointment?" She droned in a nasally voice.
"Yes."
"His office is room 12, right down that hallway on the right." She did not even look up from the magazine she was reading.
"Thank you." Sirius and Harry set off for the office mentioned. Along the way, Harry felt a wave of dizziness pass over him, his vision turning black around the edges. He did not notice until it was too late when he crashed into a hard body.
"Oh, I am so sorry! I wasn't paying attention." Trembling, Harry bent down to pick up the papers and files that he had knocked over. A laugh erupted from the doctor, and Harry's breath caught.
"It is no problem, I assure you. I get caught in a daze from time to time myself." The doctor bent down to help, his pale face now visible to the boy. Harry was taken aback by exactly how pale the man was. He looked dead, something Harry would not forget. His eyes were a startling gold color, almost matching his hair. "Watch it!" The man exclaimed gently.
Harry's arm had begun to twitch uncontrollably, dropping the papers once again. The black-haired boy turned red in embarrassment. His father bent down as well and helped. "Relax, baby, it's alright. Deep breaths," Sirius soothed.
"I'm fine, Da, just a little under the weather."
"I do not think so," the blond man frowned. "Arm twitching is more than being 'a little under the weather'. I'm Doctor Cullen, by the way." Harry smiled politely.
"It is not something I'm not used to, nor can help. If you'll excuse us, Doctor, I have an appointment." Doctor Cullen smiled as well, stepping back to allow them to pass him.
"Mr. Potter Black Malfoy," Doctor Bradley announced. "What a mouthful. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Why don't you hop up on this here table and I'll start to work, hmm?"
"Please, call me Harry." The dark brown-haired man smiled widely. The tests did not take long, nor the questioning. Harry was pleased to find that the tests did not differ from his old healer's. He was not as pleased to find that he would have to take the same potions.
"So, this is a relatively good day for you?" Harry nodded.
"My arm keeps cramping and shaking and I'm a little dizzy, but nothing else."
"That's good, I suppose. Now, where is that father of yours? I think he got bored half way through." Doctor and patient left the office to find the wayward man so they could go to the school. They found Sirius at the front counter, flirting with the receptionist. She no longer seemed bored with her surroundings and was batting her eyelashes at a furious pace. Harry almost gagged.
"Going somewhere, Doctor Bradley?" They turned around to face Doctor Cullen.
"Yes, I am taking my lunch break with the Malfoy Black family. I shan't be long."
"Is it wise to be so…informal with a patient?" The brunette doctor smiled.
"It is purely business. Even if it wasn't, Harry here is very important to an old friend of mine. I want to make sure he is comfortable." It was the blonde's turn to smile.
"Of course, I understand."
XX
At the school, the group from the hospital met Lucius and Draco and walked to the main office, located by the sign over the door. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that the school was really a group of small buildings resembling houses. His brother held back disparing comments.
After all the paper work was taken care of, the family and doctor sat in a little waiting area for the teachers to come. A meeting had been scheduled by Doctor Bradley earlier. Harry crawled into Lucius' lap, resting his head under his clean shaven chin. His eyelids fluttered shut over emerald eyes, his head spinning. Lucius stroked his hair gently.
Once the teachers were all assembled in an adjoining conference room, the family moved in as well to start the meeting. "Right," Bradley began. "I have brought you all here today because my patient, Harry Potter Black Malfoy has a very serious disease. I want to make sure you know what to do if a situation arises. Also know that this disease cannot be discussed within earshot of any other student, as it is not contagious and therefore does not concern them.
"If Harry falls asleep in class, do not be offended. His illness takes a lot of energy out of him, and rest is actually encouraged. Don't, however, think that you cannot wake him up if you think it prudent to do so. He might also suffer from dizziness, but we do not think it is anything to be alarmed about, at least not yet.
"If he is experiencing muscle spasms or tremors, especially in his hands and arms, I suggest not letting him handle tools or breakable object, like in biology. If he cannot write, try to help him when he can after class. Let him sit out in gym. The same applies if he has cramping.
"Flu like symptoms tend to happen randomly, so if it occurs, just send him home to rest.
"If anything serious that I have not mentioned does occur, please call the hospital and tell them it is an emergency for me, Doctor Bradley. Do the same if it is an extreme, crippling affect of what I have stated. I also suggest calling for his brother, Draco. Harry's former doctor has informed me that Draco knows and handles Harry's condition very well. If you have no idea what to do, call for him. Any questions?" A balding man at the end of the table raised his hand.
"Yes. What does young Harry have?"
"Harry here has a very rare disease known as Sengmal. There is not much known about it, and there is no cure. To make matters worse, Harry has the worst case of it ever seen. Instead of having a few of the characteristics like most victims have, he has all of them. It is rather disconcerting. Anything else?" No one said anything, only looked at the now sleeping boy with pity. "Alrighty then. I think the best you can do is treat him like everyone else. He has had a rough time with this and needs to feel normal. Now, I best be heading back to the hospital. Good day."
XXX
Bella knocked on the front door to her friend's house, worried. It was twelve thirty, well passed the time Harry agreed to meet with her and the boy was not answering his cell phone. So, she called Jacob and told him she would be late before going to the new family's house. Thankfully Sirius answered the door. He looked a little worn, like he had not slept the night before and there was a dark look in his eyes.
"Hello, Sirius. Is Harry here? He did not come over to my house." Sirius smiled, though it was small and did not have its usual warmth.
"Yes, he is here. He has come down with the flu. I am keeping him in bed. Maybe some other time?" Bella nodded dubiously.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just worried."
"Well, if you're sure…"
"I'm sure. Goodbye." With that, Sirius shut the door in her face. She stared at it with wide chocolate eyes. Sirius had never been so cold with her before. What was going on?
