Draco scribbled a few last words on his notepad, preparing himself for his next appointment. He scanned over the folder, labeled Smith, Jonathon and raised his eyebrows.
"Another psycho with multiple personalities…" He said to himself. There was a knock on the door. He put the folder away quickly. "Er…come in!" He shouted. The door swung open and a tall, slim lady waltzed in. She had short, rainbow colored hair and large framed glasses. She was wearing a teal sundress and flip flops to match. "Could I help you?" Draco asked politely, inwardly cringing at the woman's lack of fashion sense.
"Well, I was pretty much counting on that. This is my psychiatric appointment and all." The woman stated in a surprisingly masculine voice. She sat down gracefully in her proper chair. Draco was a tad surprised.
"Oh, are you Jonathon Smith?"
"No, my name is Melinda. Melinda Valdez." She – he – corrected.
"I see." Draco said. "Would you like to start off by telling me about yourself, Melinda?"
"Well, I'm thirty-six years old this February-," She is obviously not thirty-six, Draco thought. He scribbled in his notepad. "I've got a wonderful husband named Larry, three children – Susan, Patricia, and Evan – and I am completely and fully content with my life."
"So why are you here, Melinda?"
"That's the trouble, you see. I don't really know what's wrong with me. Yesterday I was a completely different person."
"Who was that?"
"Would you like me to tell you all of them?"
"If you want, yes."
"Yesterday I was Chester, and then before that I was Jared, and Kyle, and Freddie, and…oh…who…oh yes! Karen! She was very into motorcycles." She – he – laughed into her hand. "I do remember who I used to be before all this started, though."
"Who was that?" He asked, sipping on his coffee.
"Harry Potter." She said simply as Draco spit his coffee out all over his desk.
"WHAT?" He screeched.
"Oh, did he know you? I'm terribly sorry about that, then. Maybe tomorrow he'll be back…" The words didn't comfort Draco much, though. He was still in a state of shock.
"What happened? Something must have happened…"
"I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me."
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Well…" Her – his – eyes fluttered to the ceiling. "I remember…someone had died. Yes, someones, really. I think there might have been 2 or 3. And I remember there was a rainy day…and there was a knock on my door – Harry's door, excuse me – and the next thing I remember, Victor was me. And then Greg. I wasn't too fond of Greg, he was too much of a flirt."
"Does the name Sirius ring any bells?" Draco was still scribbling furiously in his notepad. Melinda's smile disappeared. Her face darkened considerably.
"Y…yes…oh no, I…" She stared at herself in horror. "What am I…?! I have to go!" She ran out. Draco stayed in his chair. This will be an interesting case…He thought, scratching his beard. Interesting indeed…
NEXT CHAPTER: If there is one, I'm thinking of basing it/dedicating it to a certain Crow-like friend in my life. Yes, the one with the perfect nose, Hannah and Abbey. Perfect.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is dedicated to Bill Valentino. Rest in peace, buddy. Sorry about the scissors…I had no choice! It was for a grade!
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