I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
"Lord Potter, this is Healer Nettle. She's a certified goblin healer, and will be giving you a checkup should you want," Ragnok said as he led Harry into Gringotts' hospital wing. Harry felt horrified at the idea of someone looking at the amount of abuse that the Dursleys put him through, but also felt relieved that someone could help fix the mess that his relatives had made.
"This checkup...I assume means that she can fix everything that they've done to me?" Harry asked with no small amount of hope. Ragnok glanced at him and nodded his head. "I'll do it then, but don't tell anyone about this please," Harry said, face flushing at how meek he sounded.
"Alright Lord Potter, lay down on the bed here," Nettle instructed gently, and started to power up the runes that would scan his body and report on every damage that had been done. Harry laid down, tensing up as he saw the runes lining the bed frame light up. He shivered upon feeling magic run through him, examining every single scar, every wound, every infection and sickness. Ragnok and Nettle's eyes widened upon seeing the quill connected to the runes start to write out a long list.
Harry, Nettle, and Ragnok stood there in tense anticipation, waiting for the quill to finally stop writing. After fifteen minutes, it finally did. Nettle snatched the list, and read it's contents. "Baslisk venom, a horcrux, a ritual, my word!" she muttered. She hurried over to a cabinet and threw it open, searching through the several potions that were stored there. She came back with a crate filled with potions, and Harry felt nauseous at the thought of having to take all of them. "Lord Potter, you have a severe case of malnutrition, brittle bones, and a weak immune system. You have baslisk venom in your veins, and yet you are still alive. Although that may be because of the phoenix tears that I have also found. Your blood has been used in a ritual, something that involves making some sort of golemn..."
"I was bitten by a baslisk in second year as I killed it, but Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, saved me by crying tears into the wound. In fourth year I was kidnapped by Voldemort, who's servant used my blood in a ritual to give Voldemort a body." Harry explained quietly, still eyeing the potion crate suspiciously.
"Yes, that would do it. Alright Lord Potter, to help with your malnutrition and brittle bones, you will have to take a nutrition potion every meal, and to help with your weakened immune system, you will have to take an immunity potion once every morning. You will take the nutrition potions for five months, and the immunity potions for two. I have some scar cream that you can apply to get rid of or fade the scars that you have received from your wounds. The cream will fix every scar except for the basilisk one on your arm." Nettle said briskly, shrinking the potion crate and handing it to Harry. "Once a month come back for another checkup to see your progress."
"Will this help me grow taller?" Harry asked, and Nettle nodded as she started to write out another list of what seemed to be a diet.
"You also have a decreased appetite because of those monsters not feeding you properly, and you have to eat by these guide lines. Once every two weeks you will come back for a checkup to get a new list as your stomach grows adjusted to you having access to food once more." Nettle ordered, and Harry nodded meekly. She handed him the diet guidelines, and Ragnok led him out of the hospital.
"Alright, now then Lord Potter, I believe we were discussing your titles and finances." Ragnok grinned, getting a small smile in return. The goblin king and Harry spent the rest of Harry's time in Gringotts going over ideas to further decrease Voldemort's power, as well as the horcruxes. Harry was taken down into his vaults, where he found many different family heirlooms and tomes of spells and potions, which he was only too glad to grab.
"Ragnok, what would happen if I disowned Voldemort from Slytherin?" Harry asked as they left the Gryffindor vault.
"A large part of his magicks would be ripped from him, as they are the family magicks. By disowning him you also prevent him from using any of the money or spells that Slytherin has gifted those of his line. That also means that he will no longer have the ability to speak to snakes." Ragnok grinned wolfishly. Harry paused, and a large grin slowly worked its way onto his own face.
"Excellent." He chuckled.
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Harry walked out into Diagon Alley to go shopping. Scanning the stores, his eyes fell onto the Quidditch store displayed proudly in the middle of the alley. Memories of the school brooms and the Slytherin Quidditch team's brooms appeared in his mind, so he resolved to buy brooms for the school. "Maybe I should ban a student being able to use their own brooms..." he muttered, and started to look over the many different kinds of brooms they had on display. Eventually, he decided to get Cleansweep 7's for the school, Nimbus 2001's for seekers, Cleansweeps 11's for the keepers and chasers, and Comet 260's for the beaters.
"Thank you for your purchase Mr. Potter!" the owner of the store said excitedly, looking at the amount of money he got form Harry's purchase with greed. Harry rolled his eyes and left the store with the shrunken brooms in his pocket.
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"Hey Neville, have you seen Luna anywhere? I need to ask her something…." Harry said, glancing around the hallway.
Neville frowned before replying, "I'm sure that she's somewhere with Susan...try the Forest. I bet that's where she is right about now." Harry thanked him before running off. Passing Daphne on his way, he skidded to a halt.
"Hey Daphne!" he said cheerfully, oblivious to how Daphne blushed at his arrival. "I'm trying to find Luna to ask her something, and Neville said that she might be in the Forbidden Forest. Come with me?"
Daphne raised an eyebrow at his breathless state. "Calm down Harry," she sighed and waved her wand to fix his rumpled attire, "she won't be going anywhere, you know that." Harry grinned sheepishly, running his hands through his windswept hair.
"Right, sorry. I'll just ask her when dinner arrives." he said, his breathing evening out. "How are you? I haven't talked to you much lately, sorry about that by the way." Harry gave her a lopsided grin, and Daphne blushed furiously.
"Does he even know what that does to girls?! Probably not. Focus Greengrass, you're the Ice Queen, get your act together." Daphne thought, and shook her head. "I'm fine Harry, don't worry about me. I'm more concerned on how you're doing, running this school can't be easy." she said teasingly as he pouted.
"The paperwork isn't too hard, and the students are happy as far as I know. Although I wish there was something more like a...a psychologist for the students. Merlin knows that I would've benefited from one after my little adventures." Harry sighed, and Daphne looked at him in confusion.
"Sie-caw-luh-gist?" she pronounced slowly, looking baffled at what that could possibly be.
"A psychologist. Someone who sits down and listens to your problems, and helps you get through your problems and stress and any mental issue." Harry explained, and Daphne's face lit up in realization.
"Oh you mean a mind healer. We have those." Daphne stated, turning back to gaze at the clear sky.
"Is it possible to hire one for the school?" Harry asked excitedly, getting an amused look from his blond friend.
"Of course. Although that makes me think of the other schools. I'm sure that the other schools in other countries have mind healers, so why doesn't Hogwarts have one?" Daphne muttered and Harry frowned as he realized what she was getting at.
"That is strange..."
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"What are you petting?" Susan asked, watching in confusion as Luna ran her hand over something that seemingly didn't exist.
"The thestrals. Only those who have seen death can see them." The silver eyed blonde replied in her soft voice, and held out a carrot to the skeletal-like horse. She turned around, smiling. "They are very gentle creatures." Susan nodded silently, wondering just who Luna had seen die. She barely noticed when Luna walked back over to her, and gently interlocked their fingers. "I wish I could see them…" Susan whispered, and Luna shook her head.
"Oh no, I would not wish this on you. To see death is horrific and tears away a part of innocence that you should never have taken." Susan frowned and turned her head to face Luna.
"Just...who did you-"
"My mother." Luna's voice became sad, a solemn look shadowing her face. Susan squeezed her friend's hand, instantly regretting her question. "It's ok Susan, you don't need to feel bad." Luna's hand reached up and gently wiped away a tear that Susan hadn't realized was there. Susan quickly used her free hand to hold Luna's hand against her cheek.
"I still shouldn't have pried," she whispered, gazing into Luna's eyes. The Bones heiress blinked as she suddenly realized just how full of life Luna's eyes were. The younger girl's eyes were a silvery grey and seemed like they could pierce your very soul, assessing the world and always smiling at the beauty of it. Her breath caught, and she quickly pulled back. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Susan said, "we should probably head back inside. Dinner's soon." and she started to walk away.
Luna watched her friend walk away, and smiled knowingly as she followed. "So close!" she giggled, the happy noise reaching Susan's ears.
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"Luna, those creatures you talk about, the nargles and wrackspurts, or blibbering humingdiggers? How do you see them?" Harry asked as the food appeared on their plates.
"It's something that comes from my mother. If you wish to see them, I need to give you special charmed glasses, but I can't really go into further depth." Luna replied hesitantly, helping herself to a pile of potatoes. Harry nodded understandingly as he pulled out his diet guidelines. Daphne grabbed it from his hand once she noticed it, causing him to flinch. She looked back up at him, grimacing as she realized what she had done.
"Sorry Harry, I didn't mean to startle you." she whispered, and Harry nodded slowly as he forced his shoulder to relax.
"It's fine Daphne." he said, drinking his nutrient potion, gagging at the taste.
"What's the potion for Harry?" Ron asked, getting a bad feeling about the reason behind the potion.
"Oh...nothing important." Harry waved his friend off, face flushing slightly. Daphne shook her head, blond locks flying as she did so.
"Don't give us that Harry. What's the potion for? And what's with this list?" Daphne asked, getting the attention of the others. Harry grabbed the paper back, and ate quickly before fleeing the room. Daphne scowled at not getting an answer, and ran after him.
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"Harry!" Daphne called but Harry didn't stop, continuing to run. "Harry! Please, stop!" She begged, getting the young Headmaster to stumble to a stop. She caught up, but he didn't look at her. "Harry, look at me, please. What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" she asked pleadingly.
"Leave me alone Daphne..." he muttered, flinching slightly when she tried to touch him.
"Harry, look, I'm sorry for whatever it is I did. But please, can you tell me what's wrong? I don't like the thought of you hurting, and I want to help, but I can't do that unless you tell me what's wrong!" she whispered back, and Harry slumped back against the wall. He struggled to keep his emotions together, and held back his tears. Thoughts of previous punishments that came with crying bubbling to the surface of his mind. Daphne hesitantly hugged him, and he flinched again before breaking down completely.
Daphne was startled, but didn't say anything to stop him, instead running her fingers through his hair gently, whispering calming words to him all the while.
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"I was abused by my relatives," Harry muttered. Daphne had taken him to the RoR for some privacy, and he was currently holding a cup of hot chocolate in his hands, gazing into the dark liquid. "They never fed me right, or gave me my own clothes. From the moment I could reach the stove I was to cook for them, every day, every meal. I was the one who cleaned the house, did the laundry, and took care of the garden. Yet...I never got any sort of rewards for my work, never mind a small taste of the food I made." He paused, taking in a shuddering breath as Daphne continued to run her fingers through his hair soothingly.
"My room was the cupboard under the stairs, and was until my first Hogwarts letter. The summer after first year...they moved me to Dudley's second bedroom. Dudley is my cousin by the way. They put bars on my window, locks on my door, and a catflap on the door, where they fed me a can of cold soup once every two week. Once a day I was allowed out to use the bathroom, and to do the chores and take a shower under the hose outside. If I messed up even one thing, missed one speck of dust, I was beat until I was unconscious."
"Dudley and his gang would make sure I never had any friends, and their favorite game was called Harry Hunting, where they would chase me until they caught me and beat me up. The teachers at my school never cared, because they were all told that I was a trouble maker, and needed to learn my lesson." Harry said, his shoulders shaking from the force of his sobs. Tears ran down his face, and Daphne gently took the cup of hot chocolate from his hands and set it down on a nearby table. She returned to Harry, and hugged him tightly as her mind processed what she had just been told.
"Those monsters." she snarled mentally, vowing to get revenge for the amount of pain that they had caused Harry. But it made sense to her now, the flinching, the nutrient potions, and the diet guidelines she had read. She sighed, and returned to comforting Harry.