A/N: You know… I love Psychological AUs. And this week, I'm being utter Harmony trash (Also, most of my genius on the topic comes from Wikipedia). Enjoy.

Word count: 541

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: DADA Assignment #5 – Write about a character in a situation where they have completely lost control.

"It seems Mr Potter is suffering from epilepsy, Miss Granger," the woman in the white lab coat said. "The cause seems to be the stress that he had been suffering from during the war, but it also seems that yesterday's happenings and the hit he received on the back of his head was what brought it out."

"Epilepsy?" the frizzy-haired woman replied, while drawing circles on the back of Harry's hand, which she had been holding for the last few minutes. "So that means…"

"Yes, the seizure he had wasn't incidental," the doctor answered. "I can't prevent them from happening ever again, but I can write up anticonvulsants as a medication."

"Thank you, Mrs Green," Hermione nodded. "Come on, Harry. I think we should go home," she gave one last squeeze to his hand before standing up and dragging him up as well. "Hey, Harry, are you okay?" she continued, when she didn't receive an answer from the man beside her.

He seemed completely unresponsive, staring into nothingness without even blinking. Hermione knew that when Harry did that, another episode was coming, and whenever it happened, Hermione tried to prevent it.

She didn't want it to happen, because every time Harry lost control of himself and screamed, trashed, and begged for something that clearly wasn't there, Hermione's heart clenched at the sight. She knew there wasn't much she could do besides being the much needed emotional support. In those moments, she felt like she was just as out of control as Harry was.

And then, she heard a loud clattering noise, coming from just outside the office, and in that moment she knew, she just knew that she and Harry had once again lost a battle against the episodes.

It always happened so suddenly.

Harry's limbs started shaking uncontrollably, his head fell back and he let out what sounded suspiciously like a cry, and with one swift movement, he himself fell on the floor, his body completely out of control.

Hermione quickly got down to her knee and held Harry's hand in her face, trying to calm him down by holding it in one place, stuttering little nonsenses to him, which she knew he couldn't hear, but she often did that to try to calm herself down as well. Or, at least somewhat.

It did help that Mrs Green also kneeled down beside the pair and zipped down the hoodie that Harry was wearing.

It took Harry almost half a minute to finally stop twitching, and now, he was laying on the floor, motionless, only his slightly unsteady breathing indicating what he had been through in the past few minutes.

Hermione let out a sigh. She felt tears dwelling in her eyes, but tried to fight them back, because she most certainly didn't want to break down right then and there. She wasn't going to lose control over herself again.

"It's all going to be okay, Miss Granger," the doctor hushed. "I'm not saying it will go away forever, but if you take care of him correctly, it can be avoided."

"It's not that," Hermione sniffed. "But thank you, Mrs Green, for your support," she said, then hovered next to Harry's ear and noted quietly. "It's all going to be okay."