A/N Thank-you so much for the reviews. Especially David, your advice has helped to a great extent. I would like to say that Harry has been in St. Mungo's for 3 days and they did stabilise him when he came in. Ginny and the healers did check on him and there has been organisation of his treatment in the background.

PLEASE RE-READ THE STORY FROM CHAPTER 2!

^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^

Chapter 9 ~ A Record

Harry's frustration was nearing its limit. He didn't know why he had to be here, he didn't know why he had slight amnesia, he didn't know - anything. It was all a jumbled mess. He Wanted Answers!

The healer, Jenny he had discovered, had been gone 2 hours, and no word had been sent to him. He was beginning to wonder if he really was breaking the law. Someone should have done something since Sirius died. Technically, he thought his guardian's were the Dursley's, but he had never asked if it was official.

Lupin strode into the ward looking a little worse for ware. The bags under his eyes were setting up a permanent home.

He smiled slightly at Harry, but it faltered at the deadly blank expression on his face. He stopped a metre or two from Harry's bed, looking wary to be any closer.

"Professor." Harry addressed him in a calm voice.

"Harry, The Head-Healer is calling for us to attend a meeting."

"What kind of meeting?"

"It's about your treatment and - circumstances. You do not need to be here for much longer." He said with a faint smile. He turned to go, inclining his hand to indicate that he was to come.

Harry did not reply, just slid off the bed and walked towards the door.

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The trip down the hall was uneventful; his breathing was becoming ragged as they neared the Head's door. All the while, he had an unshakable feeling of dread.

Lupin knocked on the door once, twice three times, and the low rumble of voices inside halted.

The door opened to show a clean-shaven, medium-height man of around 45. His receding hairline was well disguised and his eyes were knowledgeable.

"Hello, Mr Potter - Mr Lupin." He nodded at Lupin. "Please come in."

The door opened to reveal a large, warm office, with pictures of past head- healers and important bodies.

In a few of the chairs surrounding the table was his healer - Jenny, Madame Pomfrey - the Hogwarts mediwitch and a middle-aged man looking thoroughly hacked off.

"Please sit down." Said the head-healer as he proceeded to sit at his comfy - dragon hide - chair in front of a grand fireplace.

Harry glanced at Lupin, noticing his worried face. They sat in the furthest seats.

"Mr Potter, Mr Lupin may I introduce Colin Birling, from the Ministry. He is here to discuss and finalise your guardianship. I am sure you are both familiar with Madame Pomfrey and Ms. Jenny Pinder."

Harry noticed the expressions that came onto their faces. At the Ministry Official hearing his name, his eye twitched and he cast his eyes around the room, taking in the paintings. Clearly not looking at Harry or Lupin. Madame Pomfrey had smiled at the two, and Lupin had returned it, Harry had not to any great extent, and when Jenny's name had come up, Harry could see she was smiling slightly, but cast a wary glance at Lupin. She probably still hadn't forgotten that he was one of the 'men' that had stayed with him, Harry thought.

"Mr Potter," Harry was jerked out of his ponderings.

"We are first and foremost here to finalise the plans that are to be put into action for your treatment. However, as we are not sure of your current parental status, we must sort it." He stopped to look at his watch.

"Mr - " Harry enquired.

"Tavern, John Tavern." He said without looking up.

"Mr Tavern, though I have never addressed this, I am taken care of by my Aunt and Uncle." He said timidly.

Mr Tavern looked up and surveyed him closely. It took a while for him to decide on a reply.

"That is also a part that needs to be discussed."

"But - "

"I believe we can sort this when our last guest arrives. He shouldn't be long."

Harry turned to Lupin.

"Who - " He began but stopped at Lupin's warning eyes.

"And just on time - " Said Tavern.

The door opened sleekly, and the one and only Albus Dumbledore strode through.

"Good day." He said, inclining his head to the persons in the room, his eyes lingering for a second on Harry.

"Glad that you could make it, Albus." Said Tavern pleasantly.

"A serious business that can not be overlooked." Dumbledore replied.

"Quite, well please sit."

Dumbledore glided to the chair in the gap between Harry and Mr. Birling.

Tavern readied himself to address the assembly.

"Now, I have called this meeting to discuss the treatment plans of Mr. Harry Potter, however, I am sure you are aware of the troubles concerning his guardianship. I am unsure why his current guardians are not registered or his medical records are withheld from Hogwarts. As you know, magical children are assessed at birth, with or without the parent's knowledge. Now, we have obtained a confiscated record of an examination from the Ministry, of Mr. Harry Potter at 3 months old. It indicates that he was in perfect health at the time." He stopped for a minute to shuffle the papers in front of him.

Harry noticed Lupin glance uneasily at the files on the desk. Harry turned to Dumbledore, unsure of the old man's feelings. He was smiling in an odd way - no twinkle in his eyes and an unidentifiable figure in his expression.

"Shortly after his second check-up, around 1 year, certain events occurred that threw certain measures off course." He glanced uneasily at his folded hands.

"That is where I must pass to Mr. Birling." He leaned back in his chair and Mr. Birling stood stiffly, clutching a few papers.

"I have been called here to change the state of affairs of Mr. Potter's guardianship. Near his first birthday, Mr. Potter here moved residency, due to events that we are all familiar with. His Aunt and Uncle, The Dursley's, took him in, but this was not arranged through the Ministry. Professor Dumbledore alerted us of this after the move, and after much deliberation, it was decided that it was to be permanent until he came of muggle age, which is of course, 16. As Mr. Potter is 16, his Aunt and Uncle are not permitted to look after him."

He changed the papers.

"The reason that Mr. Potter has no wizarding medical records or available guardianship records is because they were destroyed for security reasons, and any healers checking up on him would arouse suspicion. His only records were confiscated and every test pointed to perfect health. We are unsure why his Tervexia was not suspired in any way. Ms. Pinder?"

He sat quickly, and Jenny stood up, brushing down her robes, slightly flushed.

"Tervexia is usually genetic. We have no records of anyone in Harry's bloodline having any kind of asthma related illnesses. If there is no genetic problem for the illness, there is only one reason left to consider. Trauma and problems during pregnancy or birth." She stopped and took a deep breath.

"There is only one incident recorded during Mrs. Lily Potter's pregnancy."

She took a file off the desk in front of her and opened it.

"The 1st of November, 12:00 am. She described temperature fluxuations and sharp pains in her womb. The cause was assumed trapped nerves, hormone levels etc. This is common in pregnancy, but quite severe in her case. I'm quite sure that that is the only trouble on record, and is most probably the cause of your Tervexia - oh - except one or two pain fluxuations during birth, but that was expected. Her pregnancy was certainly kept an eye on after November, I can assure you."

"Thank you, Ms. Pinder. Please be seated." Said Tavern.

She sat down heavily, a large weight off her shoulders, and looked at Harry, pitying him, which obviously aggravated him. Lupin shuffled slightly, and his hands were a bit pink. He looked at Dumbledore, and he held the same expression he had before, but there was something else there - Pain.

"Madame Pomfrey, if you please."

Madame Pomfrey stood up, with no papers, just clasping her hands tightly, very tightly.

"I have been Mr Potter's Medi-witch at Hogwarts for 5 years, going on 6. During that time he has had an array of injuries, but never any illnesses. I did, of course, do preliminary and secondary check-ups before he left each time, but never found anything. If I had ever done a Master Test, which is only ever needed for great problems, I may have found something, but as he has only once come to me from spell damage, I never had the need to do anything greater. That incident was easily fixable, and I did not need to do a Master Test."

"Moving on from that, Mr Potter now has the need for treatment. Miss Weasley, a trainee here, and myself can treat him over the next year. Batches of particular potions will be brewed then taken on the 17th of every other month, beginning in September, next in November and so forth, until July. The potions will be more complex to account for his age, but it should not cause problems."

"There are certain precautions that will be taken though. His excuse from particularly harassing lessons will be required occasionally. Certain activities, such as Quidditch, will have to be delayed until after his second batch, and every month that is not a treatment month, he will have to have a thorough check-up."

"Taking it easy, meditation, breathing exercises and no shouting should go without saying." She said pointedly, looking at him over her glasses.

Harry looked down, hiding a faint smile. When he looked back up, she had sat down, and Mr. Birling was standing again.

"The treatment is now sorted, but the problem of his guardianship is still at hand, if I - "

"May I please speak?" Dumbledore cut in smoothly.

"Well - of course." He sat down, carefully.

"I believe the subject of Harry's guardianship is being sorted as we speak at the Ministry. It takes more than a few weeks to finalise, and it is in the early stages. Might I suggest you talk to the head of your department, Mr. Birling, and try to hurry the process?" He said politely.

"I would already know if the papers were going through." He said ignorantly.

"Would you kindly check with the head please?" Ignoring him.

"I - I - may I use your fire?" Turning to the head-healer, looking angry.

"Of course, handing him a pot of Floo Powder from his desk, and indicating to the fire place.

"Thank you." He stood quickly, and marched awkwardly over to the fireplace.

Some few minutes later and some twiddling of thumbs, Mr. Birling re- appeared in a shower of flames, looking quite confused.

He proceeded to sit down. 'Looks less like he has a ballet bar thrust up his - '

"What have you found Mr Birling?" Asked the head-healer.

"Professor Dumbledore was indeed correct, Mr Potter does in fact have a guardian to some extent, it is being re-affirmed as we speak."

"Well, if that is the case, then this meeting is nearly over. All we need now is the consent - "

"I have it, but it has been signed by the Minister instead of the guardian. I have been told not to question it." He handed a document to him.

Tavern took it, put on some spindly expensive looking glasses, and read it - his brow creasing slightly as he neared the bottom.

"Well, I believe all that needs to be sorted is the paperwork, which does not require your help." He put the document down and slipped off his glasses, surveying the rooms occupants.

"Thank-you very much for attending"

He got up and shook everyone's hands, exchanging a few short words with each of them.

Lupin led Harry out of the room, into the corridor and back to his room.

When they reached it, Harry dared to ask some questions.

"Professor, I "

"Just wait a minute Harry." He looked tires and somewhat ashamed.

"Dumbledore will be here to talk to you soon. You deserve some answers."

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