A/N I have a slight case of writers block and have been away. I'm still writing but I'm finding it hard to get him out of the hospital. Give me some time and I will get the story moving.

^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^

Chapter 8 ~ Legalities

Harry was pacing around his hospital room slowly. Snape and Lupin had barely said a word to him since the events of the day before, and he wasn't quite sure why. He was quite glad really, because he couldn't quite remember why he had been knocked unconscious. It was a blur of events; walking to a strange room, being held in that white room, confusion, fright, stairs, his person colliding with a thin, lanky torso and falling, falling, falling -

"Harry?" Came a distant voice. "Harry?" The volume was turned up dramatically. "Harry!"

"What!" He yelled, leaping away from the man at his shoulder.

"Too much thinking, Harry." Said Lupin, teasingly.

"Mmm, well - " Harry replied, distractedly.

"Well, all's well with the Healer's. The little - er - incident in the floors above you was sorted out promptly and we are ready to sort out your treatment plans." Lupin looked quite happy at the thought of his 'treatment plans', but Harry was apprehensive of this treatment. What would it involve? Who would do it? How would it affect him? Why did he have Tervexia in the first place?

"Harry? Harry!"

"Stop shouting at me, I'm just tired and - well - a little confused." He mumbled the last part quietly, but Lupin didn't notice.

"Well, it's nothing to be scared about. I don't know the exact detail's myself, but it should involve having a potion brewed for you at specific times, and taking it along with a few medicines as a precaution - at least, that's what they do for the younger children - I think."

This didn't particularly help him, as he wasn't that keen on potions, the subject or the result, and he had had his fair share of incidents with potions.

"Is there something else bothering you Harry? You look quite worried, and I'm not sure that it's to do with the Tervexia." Lupin bent down an inch or two to meet Harry's eyes up close.

"Harry - " He began, but he wrenched his eyes from Lupin's gaze, not wanting to give anything away. He wasn't entirely sure if Lupin was a Legillimens, but he wasn't going to take his chances. Mentioning his slight amnesia didn't seem like a good idea and he certainly wasn't keen on venting his thoughts to Lupin. It would probably result in him having to take more potions!

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Lupin had left after a short bout of silence between them, clearly realising that he was going to get nowhere. All Harry had to do now was deal with a so-called, medicinal contract.

"Well, Mr Gar - Po - Gar - um - Potter," She rambled as she bustled into the room, reading his information sheet. "This must have been quite stressing for you, Merlin knows it has been for us. Now we know more of your current status, it is easier to understand why you were untreated. Pity -, however, we have caught you in time, and I'm not just talking about the Tervexia. You have no official medical records from St. Mungo's or any private medical institute in Britain. Only Hogwarts - many from Hogwarts. I am quite sure we do not need to check overseas."

Harry shook his head slightly, to indicate that she was indeed correct.

"Good, now the procedu - wait, you have no adult or legal guardian here. May I ask where they have got to? Of course Sirius Black does not apply!" She chuckled at her own little joke, missing the tears threatening to fall from Harry's eyes. A stab of grief, guilt, pity, confusion, fright, annoyance and pain hit his heart sharply at that statement.

All Harry wanted to do at that moment was to yell back 'Dead behind some stupid veil, you pompous cow!!!', but he didn't have the voice. He had not accepted the death yet, and wasn't ever likely to.

Instead of yelling, he replied in a shaky, monotone voice, "I have no legal guardian." All the while glaring at her, and mentally screaming with every clear and slow syllable, but again, she was checking her clipboard.

'Merlin, I wish Paul Merton had ended up putting clipboards into Room 101!' thinking back to the comedy TV show he had caught a few glimpses of at the Dursley's house last week.

"Really, then - well who were the two gentlemen with you every minute of your stay?" She looked a bit worried at the thought of two unofficial men staying with a patient.

"They are - friends." He replied slowly, secretly cringing for calling Snape his friend.

"Well you need a legal guardian dear. As you are not yet of age, you are breaking the law." She was looking increasingly worried.

"Breaking the law!" He choked, louder than intended.

"Who can I contact to sort this?" She said quietly to herself. "The Ministry will be more than happy to help you, dear?" "No!" He coughed and lowered his voice. "No, but - um - " Then it clicked!

"Professor Dum - I mean - Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School, may I speak to him, or, well - that's who you need to talk to!" He said, comforted by the thought that Dumbledore would sort it all, or would he. Would the Ministry let Dumbledore sort this?

"Professor Dumbledore - are you sure - he's only your headmaster, dear, I don't think he would have the time for this, even if it is you. Remember that you are only a student and this is not a school matter. As you have - no family, this needs to be sorted by the correct people." She looked quite ashamed at telling him that he had no family, but Harry did not care about that just now. It was true, and there was nothing he could do, but Dumbledore would know. Harry pondered what he thought Dumbledore as. A father figure? A Guardian? A friend? What?

"Well dear, I'll ask him to come to St. Mungo's to sort this if you're so sure, and the two gentlemen - they can come and see you I suppose." She said hesitantly.

"Thank-you ever so much." He flashed her the best smile he could muster in the circumstances, and he thought it seemed to do the trick as she blushed and hurried out in a flutter.

Harry watched her go, and let himself fall back onto the pillows. He closed his eyes and sighed, thinking of Sirius, Dumbledore, his parents and Lupin.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

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I'll explain chapter 7 soon, but he can't remember very much so it will have to be discovered again.

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