The first ten interrogations were pointless. Half of the interrogated had some sort of damper on their memories, while the other half babbled endlessly about strange topics. Then a only slightly familiar person was carted in, tied to a stiff board, with some sort of face mask to prevent biting, a straitjacket, and an angry glare at his handlers. An only slightly muffled, "If I'm going to be interrogated, shouldn't you take this unnecessary, ridiculous mask off? I'm not going to kill someone with my teeth."
This had been the most sensible thing said in hours, including the Healer's response.
The Healer said somewhat snappishly, "We won't take the risk."
"You're not taking a risk. They are. It's their decision. Get this mask off, and I'll talk. Otherwise, no amount of Crucios are going to get that information out of me. Merlin knows I'm practically immune by now, it's as if they think driving me mad will be the way to make me sane." The last comment was in an undertone, but it was loud enough to be heard. The Healer calmly stated, "Miss Locke, as you can clearly see, he is stark raving mad.", but was cut off by Cherie's hand.
Cherie looked at the woman icily. "Mrs. Rochester, however, it is standard procedure to release prisoners from all impediments, magical and physical. I trust you will follow procedure?"
Healer Rochester cleared her throat. "Miss Locke, he has inherited Bellatrix Syndrome, named after the first case- Bellatrix Lestrange. Under such circumstances, we do not advise removing his restraints."
Hermione nodded. "Will the code of confidentiality be followed as well?"
The Healer nodded. "We have never had any problems with this patient while he was under restraints, other than a rather smart mouth, easily solved with a threat of more restraints."
Healer Rochester seemed a little bit too excited at the thought of more restraints.
'Dismissed.", Cherie ordered, and the short, lean Healer with black ringlets reminiscent of Bellatrix Lestrange herself bounded out the door. As soon as the door was shut and diagnostic spells ran, Hermione cut off the man's restraints. The man stretched his arms, showing off alabaster skin marred by a light grey mark that hadn't been seen since he had been carted off, hissing and spitting at the conclusion of the Battle of Hogwarts.
"Malfoy?!"
