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Waking up, for Harry, was exactly the opposite than the first time in this dimension. It was slow and it hurt like he had been trampled by trolls. A particularly strong throb of pain stemmed from his eyes when he finally open them. Blurs spoiled his vision. A faint thought that someone must have taken off his glasses passed through his mind. But it was of little importance to him at the moment. No, what demanded all of his attention was that a rather hungry looking face of a man was less than 2 inches away from his. And, as much as he would love to deny it, he let out a squeak.

"Finally awake, I see." The man said, his voice unusually silky and had an strange accent that honeyed the words. "And I was so enjoying watching your cute face."

"What!" yelped Harry, scrambling off the bed, which he had been laying on, and backed far away from the man. His magic was still blanketed over him, meaning that his Diutinus Alucinatio(long-time illusion) was active but fading.

Spelled blue eyes took inventory of the person in, what looked like, a white leather doctor's coat. He was tall, really tall, at least 6'5, with smoldering black eyes and sultry full lips, that were twisted into an amused smirk. No wand was in sight nor were there any tell tale signs of one being hidden, that didn't ease Harry's nerves at all. Harry was absolutely certain that he had never seen him anywhere before. "Who?"

"Ah, yes. I forgot. We haven't been introduced, have we?" mused the man, taking out a lollipop from his coat pocket. "I am Healer Darrell Aglaia, the Hogwarts nurse as of the beginning of this year."

Harry shuddered as the man winked at him as he lasciviously licked the lollipop. Who in there right mind let this guy become a Healer. It was a lawsuit waiting to happen. The man, Aglaia, was forthright in his predisposition to the finer pleasures that one could pursue with the human body.

Harry looked down at himself, noting that his robe had been taken off, showing that he had decided to forgo the standard cardigan and only wore a white button up shirt, his black and yellow tie, and a pair of black slacks. The sudden thought of why the Healer would take off his robe made Harry's mind go haywire and his face to blush red.

A rumbling noise from beside him, on another bed two spaces away from his own, had Harry's magic itching to attack. Harry and Aglaia, the former with surprise while the later with faint annoyance, turned to the direction of the noise. Harry gaped at Greyback, who was glaring at the Healer, a bit shocked to see the young man again so soon. This time Harry could see the differences between the one he fought and the one in this dimension. While Greyback had been a rough and scarred middle aged man in his dimension, here he was a fresh-faced youth with short black hair and who looked disturbingly fit in a Hogwarts uniform. Ill will was clear in his golden eyes and his teeth were on display as his lips curled back into a angry snarl. The Slytherine house badge was visible on his robe, worrying Harry because the werewolf was in the same house as Riddle therefore making it much more possible for the seductive snake to lure the other into his folds.

"Pervert, what the hell do you think you're doing." Greyback growled. His voice was different than before, Harry realized. It was deep, smoky and surprisingly pleasant, a strange contrast to the gruff bark that Harry had heard from the Greyback in his dimension. Perhaps he should refer to this young Greyback as Fenrir? It would definitely help differentiating the two. He still didn't feel at untroubled by the werewolf's presence but he would try to not let his past experiences dictate his conduct when interacting with Fenrir.

"Why did you tie me up! I was only supposed to get the kid here then head to Professor Mopsus' office." Fenrir's voice broke Harry's train of thought, bring the teen back to the one-sided argument between Fenrir and the Healer. The young werewolf was slumped somewhat haphazardly in the bed. He looked closer and was surprised that the werewolf had a series of chains wrapped around his body, locking his arms to his sides and restricting his movements.

A taunting laugh echoed the room, putting Harry even more on edge. His blood pressure was probably skyrocketing.

"Sweetheart, settle down, I'll play with you later." crooned Aglaia at the struggling werewolf before turning back to Harry, "And you should get back on the bed. You fainted earlier in Dippet's office. They said it was sudden. You could be ill and not know it."

"I-I'm feeling better," muttered Harry, alarm bells ringing in his head as Aglaia got a strange gleam in his eye and smiled sweetly as him. "Perfect even. I...I didn't eat much at lunch so...um...my body was tired. A trip to the Hogwarts kitchen should put me right."

"No, please, I must insist" Aglaia stepped forward and effortlessly picked him and cradled the small teen in his arms, "on a thorough examination."

"Creep! Lecher!" snarled Fenrir, startling Harry because he had almost forgotten that the werewolf was also present. "Pedophile, the hell was that midget Headmaster thinking hiring a fuck like you."

"Aw, you say the nicest of things." Aglaia winked to Greyback, causing the other teen to sneer back at him, and placed Harry gently on the bed. "Now, I do believe that you owe me something."

"Owe?" Harry paled. His mind going into the gutter and pulling out all sorts of ways that the Healer could(probably would) do to him.

"Yes, your name would be nice." replied Aglaia, innocently though the way he caressed Harry's shoulders then slid his hands to his shirt buttons was far from it.

"Harold Faerwindel, call me Harry please."

"Harry. How adorable. A fitting name indeed." Aglaia took a step back, his dark eyes trained on Harry's face as he smiled in a way that he probably thought was reassuring. "Now, honey, take off your clothes for me."

"I would rather not."

"There is no need to be shy, I'm a healer trust me." Aglaia smirked, his hands grabbing hold of Harry's shoulders and pushing the boy down on the bed. Before Harry could protest, the Healer made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. Harry was honestly scared, his pupils dilating as fear and panic set in. Fenrir's struggles for freedom tripled, the chains creaked as the werewolf strained to break them. Even he couldn't condone what Aglaia was trying to do

Fin

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