Bern.

Harry got a reply by owl three days later; Gruppe Griswald would be pleased to have him visit for a consultation.

He needed a portkey, so he went to the Internation Portkey Office and filled in the small form. The fee was eight galleons, so Harry twisted his ICW ring around and stamped the "Official use only" square, and handed it over.

The witch taking the form read it, then looked confused. "Excuse me, You've stamped the form." she said.

Harry held out his hand, the ICW ring sullen and grey.

"Is that real?" she asked.

"Well, if I was faking it, I'd be in trouble with the ICW. As I'm with the ICW, that would be stupid." said Harry.

"Sorry, I'll have to get this checked by international cooperation" she said, and walked out of the office, holding his form. She came back five minutes later, with the British Mugwump – Stevens in tow.

"Ah… Mr Potter" said Mugwump Stevens.

"He's... a Mugwump?" asked the witch. Mugwump Stevens shook his head "Mr Potter is an associate of the ICW. He's taken on Supreme Mugwump Dumbledore's old job. Chief dark-lord putter-downer."

"It's a dirty job" said Harry "But somebody's got to do it." And Harry thought 'hopefully not for ages.'

"And this is not official business" said Mugwump Stevens.

"It might be" said Harry blandly "I'm going for a look. I've heard some suspicious things about – where I'm going. I can tell you… more privately.?"

"If you would" said Mugwump Stevens.

The witch stamped the form, and drew an empty cotton-reel from a drawer, sat it on the form and enchanted it 'Portus!'

"You portkey, sir" she said handing Harry the cotton reel. "Activation word is Alphabet."

Harry nodded and pocketed it.

He followed Stevens out of the Portkey Office, down the hall past International Magical Cooperation, down a side-hall clearly marked 'Mugwumps only', and into a room.

Whatever Harry had expected, an office not much flashier than a teacher's, wasn't it. Stevens sat down behind the desk.

"Well?" he asked. Harry shut the door and cast a privacy charm.

"Gruppe Griswald do specialised medical magic. Mind healing, repairing all sorts of issues. They also, apparently do cosmetic magical procedures. I've got a report that a patient went in for mind-healing and got more than they agreed to," said Harry. It was mostly true.

Stevens opened his mouth, looking pale. "Oh my" he said.

"Exactly. I'm going to go and see what they're up to. Ask some polite questions." said Harry.

"It could all be a misunderstanding" said Stevens.

"It could, but a young lady went in for mind healing and got her stomach shrunken." said Harry "And no, she's not carrying excess weight. A family member was paying… and apparently whoever pays gets what they ask for done to the patient. Or victim… as honestly… they disarmed her, kept her restrained and would not release her till the treatment was over. Treatment that she didn't consent to."

"Oh my god" said Mugwump Stevens "That's… the potential for abuse." Harry wasn't sure there was 'potential' here as much as it was already a high-priced prison.

"At this point they seem unethical." said Harry "If they are as… amoral as they could be… they could be facilitating all kinds of horrors."

Stevens looked quite pale now. Must have been a Hufflepuff, thought Harry. .

Harry portkeyed to Gruppe Griswald with a shrunken suitcase a few days later.

The clinic had a big front reception room, full of comfortable antique furniture, and with windows out onto a pretty hillside. There was reception desk with a young male staff member in a clean white uniform.

But they looked very nervous, because two Aurors with black armour on over their red cloaks were waiting with wands drawn as well.

Harry felt a sudden rush of anxiety. Was he uncompromised? Then he noticed the armour had ICW picked out in silver.

"Mr Potter?" said one of the Aurors, a male in his forties. "We're your security detachment."

Harry forced a polite smile onto his face "ah… excellent" he said, and went to the reception desk, made sure his ring was ICW outermost and said "Harry Potter, I'm here for a consult and to take a look around. Oh… I'm an associate of the ICW… they're with me. Thorough you know that, right?" said Harry.

The reception wizard nodded nervously.

"I'll need to see… well everyone would be a good start" said Harry.

"The director?" asked the receptionist.

"Lets start there" said Harry, thinking that this ICW business was amusing.

And the Director,who was a tall, elegant dark haired witch with short wavy hair, came to get Harry and take him to her office.

"So… I've heard rumours." said Harry "That patients get what treatment whoever's paying the bills asks for. That's … troublesome."

"I assure you – " started Director Swift.

"So, as a test. I'm paying. Conveniently, or not, I have a vast reservoir of hate. I don't need it. I'll have it removed. Of course, my Aurors will be watching over me…. And I'm sure it will all be terrible misunderstanding" said Harry.

Director Swift nodded once.

"And as I've been here, I can apparate back any time" said Harry. "And invisibly watch over anything here. If I see any sign that this place is facilitating… bad things… I'll call my good friend, Albus Dumbledore. The ICW can then decide to let me… fix things." said Harry "I get carte blanche to fix things…"

The Director's wide eyes and shaking head reminded Harry of Nott.

Harry smiled the way he used to torment Nott. Hm… Nott might be a fantastic test patient. Easy enough to bully into going, and Harry could treat Nott to… not crying in his sleep any more. Possibly not even pissing himself at a glare. And technically it would be for his own good.

Harry went back to the reception and called one of his Aurors over "Get this years records. Find everyone who wasn't paying for themselves, and get other Aurors to check all those patients. In-person interviews. Check that they consented to what got done, and compare what they think to with what records there are of what got done."

"What do you suspect?" asked the female Auror, her arms crossed, her knuckles tattooed with what looked like runic enhancements.

"I have a report from a former patient that they made changes to her body she didn't know about" said Harry. The Auror uncrossed her arms and lifted her wand "You. I need this year's records" she snapped at the nearest staff member. It was so good to see motivated staff, thought Harry.

Harry went to see a healer a little bit later, having had some nice tea at the reception table in the meantime.

The Healer, an older witch, looked him up and down, then asked "So, what you need?"

"I have a vast reserve of anger" said Harry "I don't need, it doesn't help." He was fairly sure he could still comfortably cast the killing curse without so much… baggage.

The procedure took a week, and Harry spent most of it unconscious. He woke on the last day

to see one of his aurors watching over him. Harry sat up and looked around the small bedroom. The bedroom was painted white, with only his suitcase and the bed he was on.

He jerked his chin to the Auror "Anything of note happen during the procedure?"

"You might have had the worst temper they ever saw" said the Auror, and she was clearly trying not to smirk.

Harry smiled toothlessly."How have investigations gone"

The Auror stopped smirking "It's not looking good." she said.

"How bad?"

"The seem to keep intentionally poor records" she said "But we've interviewed a few. The pattern we've found is… as your original report to Mugwump Stevens."

"Go in for one thing… get more than you bargained for?" asked Harry.

"They could easily have a second tier of patients who don't appear on the records" she said. "The Healers do have time to do more rituals in a week."

Harry sighed. Great. "We're going to need to leave a spy" said Harry.

"Which isn't in our remit" said the Auror.

Harry felt a slow burning starting in his chest. Like getting angry only slower and more… lava like. "They need oversight" said Harry. The Auror nodded.

"See if you can move an Auror's office into their building." asked Harry "They could provide the room as a … gesture of goodwill. The Aurors would not be doing any monitoring, Just…. Observing how many, and where."

"And the patients who've been mistreated?" asked the Auror.

"That sounds like a matter for the Swiss Auror office, not us" said Harry. He got curt nod at that. "Make sure the Swiss Aurors know how much money they're making here, so the fine is a suitable size."

"The clinic's owners are politically well-connected" said the Auror politely.

"Well, we'll try fines and getting someone to watch over them" said Harry politely, thinking 'Voldemort would have recommended torturing Director Swift till she understands my objections.'

It wasn't till Harry had packed and was leaving that he realised that the idea of torturing Director Swift had no… appeal to Harry. He wondered about that, till he portkeyed back to Britain a minute later. The lurching and spinning took his mind off it.

Harry got home half and hour later, having to press past objectionable, fawning Ministry staff. Clearly he needed to learn to make his own international Portkeys, and skip the Ministry entirely.

Harry apparated to his room, sat down at the rather dingy old desk Regulus Black had owned, and wrote a letter to Nott. An ideal test dummy. In every sense of the word.

'Nott.

Gruppe Griswald in Bern are excellent mind healers.

It occurrs to me that I have traumatised you. I offer to pay for treatment at their clinic, to remove your ingrained fear response. They have reduced my issues to quite… ordinary levels, and managed to reduce Greengrass the elders' temper to something approximating human.

Free trip to Bern, free treatment for you.

Owl discussion only.

Harry Potter.

Associate to the ICW.'

The thought that Nott might see Greengrass's now human-sized temper as a temptation to approach her, to speak to her, to attempt to ask her out occurred to Harry. His hand involuntarily snapped the stupid quill he was holding. Harry felt a burning in his chest, the urge to smash … Nott's head in, and took a deep breath. Clearly he still had issues, but… he took several more calming breaths… he hadn't killed anyone, and wasn't going to do anything too horrible to Nott. His lips twitched involuntarily. Clearly he was going to have Nott's terrors removed, but what was he going to ask Gruppe Griswald to do that Nott would not know about? It was going to be his check on them, after all. Harry eyed the broken quill in his hand, ad threw it in the bin. Idly, just neutering Nott did occur to Harry, but that seemed a little drastic. Perhaps… seeing if the clinic could remove his belief in pureblood superiority? That would be the sort of thing, Harry mused, that a compliant, illegally operating Gruppe Griswald might de-pureblood bigot some people for Harry. He could probably collect some enemies and have them 'improved.'

Harry looked in the desk drawer for a new quill while he thought, finding an unused eagle feather quill. He got the quill out and tested it on a scrap of parchment, and it snapped. He eyed the quill. It must have been too old to be usable. It probably belonged to Regulus Black, come to think of it.

Harry searched his old school trunk for a quill, and found a small bundle, and put them in his desk drawer instead. He withdrew one slightly used quill from the bundle, and tested it.

The thought that Hermione would be horrified, and very angry if he, Harry got people, even Death Eater supporters worked over by mind healers to make them not pureblood bigots. Harry felt a strange awkwardness. Like… he didn't want to do it because… Hermione wouldn't approve. Not, Harry reassured himself, that she would ever know. He certainly wouldn't tell her. And…

The thought that knowing Hermione wouldn't approve didn't use-to change Harry's mind about doing fairly evil things, had Harry wondering. What if Nott, and other people like him knew someone like Hermione. Who was fairly law-abiding and mostly polite, and a muggleborn.

Harry wondered about that. It would be pretty easy to pull a useful set of some memories of Hermione, and Gruppe Griswald could shove them into Nott's brain. He'd know a clever muggleborn, with Harry thought ironically, someone not like Harry. Nice and law-abiding and not a bit like the British pureblood supremacists went on about. Hmm. It seemed like a plan. And it was just as if she hadn't had to flee to Beauxbatons. It hardly counted as torturing Nott at all. Apart from the involuntary medical procedure part. Harry chuckled.

-==0==-

Harry got a letter the next day, of all things from Blaise Zabini.

'Potter.

Nott's barricaded himself in his house convinced you're about to lobotomize him.

For gods sake why!

Blaise Zabini.'

Harry, in the privacy of his own home, rolled his eyes. Honestly, some people. And Zabini was such a drama-queen.

Harry wrote a reply

'Zabini.

Nott is over-reacting. My letter can be taken at face value.

I'm offering to help him get over' –

Harry considered what to write next.

'My use of threats to keep myself safe in the unsafe environment of Slytherin dorms.'

Harry re-read what he'd written. It did look a bit like he was admitting to having bullied Nott.

Harry felt vaguely guilty. But it wasn't like he was going to swoop down on Nott in stockings and heels, trying to get a marriage instead of a job as a cleaner. Harry shivered.

'Not turn him into Crabbe or Goyle.

Harry Potter

Associate to the ICW'

Harry sent that off. Zabini could yell through Nott's front door, if that was what he wanted to do.