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^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^

Chapter 5 ~ The Treatments of Harry Potter

Treatment was a very cruel word according to Harry. Snape was giving him the silent kind; Ginny, the fussing kind; St. Mungo's in general, the doctor's kind and his few healer fans, the fan kind. Harry was just sitting there, staring around meaninglessly. He could not see out of the small window at the end of the room, the magazines he had were typical hospital ones; Witch Weekly, Prodding the Prodigies and thankfully they were a few months out of date so he could read the stories printed about himself.

'Happy Days' He thought sarcastically.

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"Come in!" She trilled.

The door flew open and the dank bartender stood at the threshold blinking, with his hand poised to knock.

"Somen 'ere ta seya." He gruffed, curiously looking to see who opened the door.

Aurelia chuckled politely, getting up from her notes sprawled over the - carpet!?

"Why, thank-you for alerting me, I shall proceed down in a few minutes." She flashed him a captivating smile, leaving the bartender looking blankly at her.

"Good-bye." She said and the door closed swiftly.

She looked back at the floor, and scanned the papers for the files she needed.

"Ah, guardian-ship," And she strolled out clutching the files.

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"Well, the procedure will take place over a number of months. Most likely your whole school year - "

"WHAT!" Harry yelled.

"Mr Potter, please refrain from interrupting me!"

"-"

"As I was saying, it will take place over the school year - BUT - you will be at school during that time. My dear trainee Ginny here has offered to take care of you, along with Madam Pomfrey. You should receive a normal education, but a few days of the school year will be required for observation purposes." She recited.

"Well, - thank-you." He said quietly.

"You are very welcome, my dear - and pray, do rethink your blonde hair."

Harry reached up and twiddled with his hair.

"Hmph" He Huffed and blew it out of his eyes.

She departed and Harry turned to look at Snape curiously. The professor was lost in thought, staring out of the window.

"Professor?" He said quietly.

Snape was far-gone, and to Harry he looked remotely relaxed.

He quietened down and settled back on his now lumpy pillow. He was slowly but determinedly softening the bed to small effect, making it sleepable on. He was getting there. Constant Vigilance.

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That night, Harry slept very badly. He felt as though he needed to be somewhere, to do something. Apprehension filled him. He tossed and turned consistently before being wrenched back to reality by a shock of electricity. He opened his eyes to find an angry, yet worried, Snape next to his bed, holding his wand over him. Harry moved his limbs slowly into a more comfortable position, but it didn't help that they were aching and the stiff covers were damp with sweat.

"Potter, are you - has my Occlumency taught you nothing." Changing his emotions from worry to anger, mid-sentence. "Clear your mind before sleeping. You know full well what can happen." He flicked his wand sharply over Harry, ridding him of his blond hair.

Snape sat back again in his chair, disgruntled, and picked up his book.

"Professor, why are you still here." Harry asked, surprised to find his voice and throat had begun to heal.

Snape stopped reading his book and looked away before answering.

"Potter, I have been assigned to look after you for the remainder of your stay in St. Mungos. As the majority of the order are busy, they have deemed it best for you to stay here for the beginning of your treatment, then be returned to Privet Drive. Do not worry, your Aunt and Uncle have been alerted of your situation, as have the Weasleys."

"Why did we come here in the first place?"

"School business - Potions mostly."

Harry waited a while before further questioning.

"Why did you take the job, sir?" Harry waited a second or two for the answer.

"Professor Dumbledore thought it best for me to be present on the 31st, but due to - incidents - beyond our control, he has requested for me to stay here for your obvious protection. Be assured, Potter, I am no less pleased than you are."

"Oh, but what of the important business that was supposed to be discussed on my Birthday?"

"It will be discussed at the start of the school term." He said shortly.

He opened his book again and continued reading, clearly ending the conversation.

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Harry slept very little for the remainder of the night. Snape stayed where he was, unmoving and desolate, whereas Harry was restless and fidgety. His memory of his dream was coming back to him, and it didn't help in the slightest in numbing the apprehension.

His dream had been about a girl of sorts. She was hopeless. Her life was cursed and her mind numb from living. She was alone in more ways than one. He remembered just watching her sitting on a rock, clutching something around her neck. It was hazy and she was different. He knew her somehow, and he needed to help her, to find her. The only problem was that he was missing something important, something that he needed. He couldn't help her and he was breaking down inside because of it.

He drifted off uneasily into a dodgy state of rest, unaware of the two dark figures coming into his room, and conversing quietly with Snape.

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