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Fate.
Dr. Matt had been sitting peacefully in his office chair, reading a book, when the phone call came. If he had to be truthful with himself, he had been waiting for it. He hadn't seen the children since the incident at the school, and he had been growing worried about them, especially when he heard about Daleila's death. On the other hand, he hadn't wanted to intrude into their home, since he didn't even know if they were still there, or even who was taking care of them.
Getting dressed, the man thought once again at the young voice that had talked with him, he couldn't help but wonder who it had been. Probably one of the children's relatives, and from what he knew, that would only add to their stress since the last he knew was that they didn't really get along.
It took him barely ten minutes to reach the house. He hadn't even been able to ring the bell when a young man opened the door. They stared at each other for a few moments before the man stepped aside and invited him to come in. They stayed in silence for a long moment, until Dr. Matt broke the silence.
"Good evening, I'm Dr. Matt."
The young man blinked and then blushed slightly, realizing that he had been staring at the man. "Sorry, I'm James Potter."
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "So, you're related to Dragon."
The younger man nodded slightly, and led the way towards the stairs. "Yes, I am." James looked uncomfortable, and Matt couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship was between the teen and this young man. Before he could ask, the younger man motioned to the stairs. "They are upstairs, all sleeping in Ron's room. They have not been feeling well; they helped defend some students that day, and they're still recovering."
Dr. Matt nodded slightly and started to climb up the stairs. It was not the first time he had been here, and he knew his way around. The doctor looked back towards the younger man when he noticed that he wasn't being followed. "Don't you want to come with me?"
James looked up a bit startled, but then shook his head. "No, I don't think it would be a very good idea at the moment." He paused for a moment before adding. "Harry is not very happy with us. Not that I blame him, he has every right to loathe us, but we just. Never mind, it would just be uncomfortable for Harry to have me there, believe me."
Without another word, the man turned around and entered the living room, leaving a slightly puzzled doctor behind him. Wondering what that all had been about, Dr. Matt climbed up the remaining stairs and went towards one of the closed doors. Knocking softly, he waited for an answer, but it didn't come. Silently, he pushed the door open and pecked inside, only to find his patients sleeping comfortably on the bed. As quietly as he could, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. The old man sat down in one of the chairs and studied the youths, waiting patiently until they awoke.
Finally, after an hour of waiting, he decided to wake them up, since he could hardly wait all evening.
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A gentle hand shaking his shoulder woke Harry up. Opening his eyes groggily, he was surprised to see Dr. Matt standing over him, a concerned look in his eyes. Blinking, he sat up and nudged Phoenix, who was lying next to him on the bed. The girl didn't wake up; instead, she turned and buried her head in Griffin's shoulder. Sighing, Harry tried again, while the doctor silently sat down in a chair, trying to determine how the children were holding up. Finally, Dragon decided to speak since shaking the girl wasn't really working.
"Phoenix, wake up, Dr. Matt is here."
The girl didn't move, but the words managed to make Griffin wake up.
"Dragon? What's wrong?"
Harry leaned against the wall, starting to shake Hermione again. "Nothing's wrong, Griffin, but Phoenix needs to wake up; Dr Matt is here, and I assume he wishes to speak with us."
Ron looked towards the old man, who nodded in agreement. Turning towards the sleeping girl, he placed a hand on her shoulder and bend down to talk softly in her ear.
"Come on, Phoenix, wake up, you can go back to sleep later."
Finally, Hermione opened her eyes and looked groggily up at her friends.
"I was having such a nice dream."
Both young men chuckled softly and helped her sit up between them. Finally, when they were comfortably settled down, they all turned to face their doctor. The man stood up, and went to sit at the foot of the bed so he could comfortably see the three of them.
"How are you feeling?"
As one, they answered: "Fine."
Dr. Matt raised an eyebrow sceptically. "I'll try this again. How are you feeling?"
The three teens pouted a bit; even if they had known they wouldn't get away with such an answer, they had to try. Sighing, Hermione leaned against Harry's shoulder. "Confused, hurt, lonely, tired, I don't really know; it's hard to tell."
Both boys nodded in agreement and Harry put an arm around his friend. Dr. Matt nodded gently. "That's understandable, you've lost a very important part of your life."
For a few hours, they continued to talk quietly about all that had happened. The three teens had to be very careful about what they said; they couldn't let their doctor find out about magic, but that fact made it hard to relax, and the man could see they weren't really going anywhere. Finally, he called a halt and told the teens to rest for a while so he could talk to their guardians.
The trio didn't seem to mind, and they laid back together on Ron's bed, ready to sleep a bit more.
When Doctor Matt was sure they were deeply asleep, he walked back down the stairs and towards the living room. He was pretty sure that the adults would be there. He was a bit surprised when he saw six people sitting there. The young man, who had greeted him at the door, stood up from his place besides the redheaded woman and invited him in.
"Dr. Matt, I would like to introduce to you my wife, Lily Potter." The woman smiled sadly towards him. The James motioned for the other two young men standing together in a corner. "They are our friends, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, who is also Harry's godfather."
Doctor Matt looked at the last one with curiosity, Dragon had told him a bit about him. The young boy seemed to be very fond of the man. His attention was drawn once again, when James introduced the old man to him. "This is Albus Dumbledore, he is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, where the children used to go before coming here."
Doctor Matt wasn't sure how he felt about the man. He was very old, yet he stood straight and his eyes shone brightly, showing great intelligence. What bothered him the most was the strange clothing the man was wearing, he wasn't sure what to think about the bright purple robes. The last one to be introduced was another redheaded woman, Molly Weasley, who turned out to be Griffin's mother.
Once everyone had been introduced and tea had been served, Dr. Matt looked around, a bit unsure on how he should talk to these strange people. He was spared the trouble of breaking the silence when Dragon's godfather spoke.
"How are the children doing, Doctor?"
The man looked at him intently, seeing the worry in his bright blue eyes. Sighing, he put the cup down and leaned back into his chair.
"The talk I had with them didn't really help much. They're sad, close to depressed, but it's not as bad as it used to be. They're very well aware of their limitations and know that they need all the help they can get. That's a very good things, because the first step to help someone is for them to accept that they need the help."
Dumbledore nodded, he knew this very well from all his work with the children. "And yet, you just said it didn't really help."
The doctor looked at him once again. "They are keeping things from me. They always have, but before now, it wasn't really a problem because I could help them without knowing. But this is no longer the case. I'm not sure what they are keeping from me, but the longer we spoke the more tense they became, and that's not really any use."
Doctor Matt stayed silent after this, he could clearly see that everyone in the room knew what the children were keeping from him, and he wondered if they would trust him enough to tell. Finally, the oldest man looked up with a very serious face.
"What I am going to tell you will probably be a very big shock to you, I need you to promise me you will not tell anyone about it."
The younger people looked up sharply at the headmaster. The redheaded woman started to speak softly. "Albus, are you sure it's wise to tell him?"
The old man looked at her sadly. "The children need his help, Molly. And he won't be able to help if he doesn't know." Before anyone could add anything else, the old man turned to face the doctor, eyes blue still serious.
Dr. Matt looked at him curiously. "I am not sure I could keep this from my wife, if it's as important as you say it is."
Dumbledore thought for a few moments, he was taking a huge risk in telling the man this, but he felt he could trust him, and he was not about to endanger the three teens again. Not if he could help it.
Leaning back against his chair, Dumbledore nodded and started to speak softly. "Very well, Doctor. Tell me, do you believe in magic?"
A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.
Fate.
Dr. Matt had been sitting peacefully in his office chair, reading a book, when the phone call came. If he had to be truthful with himself, he had been waiting for it. He hadn't seen the children since the incident at the school, and he had been growing worried about them, especially when he heard about Daleila's death. On the other hand, he hadn't wanted to intrude into their home, since he didn't even know if they were still there, or even who was taking care of them.
Getting dressed, the man thought once again at the young voice that had talked with him, he couldn't help but wonder who it had been. Probably one of the children's relatives, and from what he knew, that would only add to their stress since the last he knew was that they didn't really get along.
It took him barely ten minutes to reach the house. He hadn't even been able to ring the bell when a young man opened the door. They stared at each other for a few moments before the man stepped aside and invited him to come in. They stayed in silence for a long moment, until Dr. Matt broke the silence.
"Good evening, I'm Dr. Matt."
The young man blinked and then blushed slightly, realizing that he had been staring at the man. "Sorry, I'm James Potter."
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "So, you're related to Dragon."
The younger man nodded slightly, and led the way towards the stairs. "Yes, I am." James looked uncomfortable, and Matt couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship was between the teen and this young man. Before he could ask, the younger man motioned to the stairs. "They are upstairs, all sleeping in Ron's room. They have not been feeling well; they helped defend some students that day, and they're still recovering."
Dr. Matt nodded slightly and started to climb up the stairs. It was not the first time he had been here, and he knew his way around. The doctor looked back towards the younger man when he noticed that he wasn't being followed. "Don't you want to come with me?"
James looked up a bit startled, but then shook his head. "No, I don't think it would be a very good idea at the moment." He paused for a moment before adding. "Harry is not very happy with us. Not that I blame him, he has every right to loathe us, but we just. Never mind, it would just be uncomfortable for Harry to have me there, believe me."
Without another word, the man turned around and entered the living room, leaving a slightly puzzled doctor behind him. Wondering what that all had been about, Dr. Matt climbed up the remaining stairs and went towards one of the closed doors. Knocking softly, he waited for an answer, but it didn't come. Silently, he pushed the door open and pecked inside, only to find his patients sleeping comfortably on the bed. As quietly as he could, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. The old man sat down in one of the chairs and studied the youths, waiting patiently until they awoke.
Finally, after an hour of waiting, he decided to wake them up, since he could hardly wait all evening.
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A gentle hand shaking his shoulder woke Harry up. Opening his eyes groggily, he was surprised to see Dr. Matt standing over him, a concerned look in his eyes. Blinking, he sat up and nudged Phoenix, who was lying next to him on the bed. The girl didn't wake up; instead, she turned and buried her head in Griffin's shoulder. Sighing, Harry tried again, while the doctor silently sat down in a chair, trying to determine how the children were holding up. Finally, Dragon decided to speak since shaking the girl wasn't really working.
"Phoenix, wake up, Dr. Matt is here."
The girl didn't move, but the words managed to make Griffin wake up.
"Dragon? What's wrong?"
Harry leaned against the wall, starting to shake Hermione again. "Nothing's wrong, Griffin, but Phoenix needs to wake up; Dr Matt is here, and I assume he wishes to speak with us."
Ron looked towards the old man, who nodded in agreement. Turning towards the sleeping girl, he placed a hand on her shoulder and bend down to talk softly in her ear.
"Come on, Phoenix, wake up, you can go back to sleep later."
Finally, Hermione opened her eyes and looked groggily up at her friends.
"I was having such a nice dream."
Both young men chuckled softly and helped her sit up between them. Finally, when they were comfortably settled down, they all turned to face their doctor. The man stood up, and went to sit at the foot of the bed so he could comfortably see the three of them.
"How are you feeling?"
As one, they answered: "Fine."
Dr. Matt raised an eyebrow sceptically. "I'll try this again. How are you feeling?"
The three teens pouted a bit; even if they had known they wouldn't get away with such an answer, they had to try. Sighing, Hermione leaned against Harry's shoulder. "Confused, hurt, lonely, tired, I don't really know; it's hard to tell."
Both boys nodded in agreement and Harry put an arm around his friend. Dr. Matt nodded gently. "That's understandable, you've lost a very important part of your life."
For a few hours, they continued to talk quietly about all that had happened. The three teens had to be very careful about what they said; they couldn't let their doctor find out about magic, but that fact made it hard to relax, and the man could see they weren't really going anywhere. Finally, he called a halt and told the teens to rest for a while so he could talk to their guardians.
The trio didn't seem to mind, and they laid back together on Ron's bed, ready to sleep a bit more.
When Doctor Matt was sure they were deeply asleep, he walked back down the stairs and towards the living room. He was pretty sure that the adults would be there. He was a bit surprised when he saw six people sitting there. The young man, who had greeted him at the door, stood up from his place besides the redheaded woman and invited him in.
"Dr. Matt, I would like to introduce to you my wife, Lily Potter." The woman smiled sadly towards him. The James motioned for the other two young men standing together in a corner. "They are our friends, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, who is also Harry's godfather."
Doctor Matt looked at the last one with curiosity, Dragon had told him a bit about him. The young boy seemed to be very fond of the man. His attention was drawn once again, when James introduced the old man to him. "This is Albus Dumbledore, he is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, where the children used to go before coming here."
Doctor Matt wasn't sure how he felt about the man. He was very old, yet he stood straight and his eyes shone brightly, showing great intelligence. What bothered him the most was the strange clothing the man was wearing, he wasn't sure what to think about the bright purple robes. The last one to be introduced was another redheaded woman, Molly Weasley, who turned out to be Griffin's mother.
Once everyone had been introduced and tea had been served, Dr. Matt looked around, a bit unsure on how he should talk to these strange people. He was spared the trouble of breaking the silence when Dragon's godfather spoke.
"How are the children doing, Doctor?"
The man looked at him intently, seeing the worry in his bright blue eyes. Sighing, he put the cup down and leaned back into his chair.
"The talk I had with them didn't really help much. They're sad, close to depressed, but it's not as bad as it used to be. They're very well aware of their limitations and know that they need all the help they can get. That's a very good things, because the first step to help someone is for them to accept that they need the help."
Dumbledore nodded, he knew this very well from all his work with the children. "And yet, you just said it didn't really help."
The doctor looked at him once again. "They are keeping things from me. They always have, but before now, it wasn't really a problem because I could help them without knowing. But this is no longer the case. I'm not sure what they are keeping from me, but the longer we spoke the more tense they became, and that's not really any use."
Doctor Matt stayed silent after this, he could clearly see that everyone in the room knew what the children were keeping from him, and he wondered if they would trust him enough to tell. Finally, the oldest man looked up with a very serious face.
"What I am going to tell you will probably be a very big shock to you, I need you to promise me you will not tell anyone about it."
The younger people looked up sharply at the headmaster. The redheaded woman started to speak softly. "Albus, are you sure it's wise to tell him?"
The old man looked at her sadly. "The children need his help, Molly. And he won't be able to help if he doesn't know." Before anyone could add anything else, the old man turned to face the doctor, eyes blue still serious.
Dr. Matt looked at him curiously. "I am not sure I could keep this from my wife, if it's as important as you say it is."
Dumbledore thought for a few moments, he was taking a huge risk in telling the man this, but he felt he could trust him, and he was not about to endanger the three teens again. Not if he could help it.
Leaning back against his chair, Dumbledore nodded and started to speak softly. "Very well, Doctor. Tell me, do you believe in magic?"
A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.
