Chapter One: Day One at St. Mungos
Warning(s): angsty, minor language and violence
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When Harry opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was white. Stark white. Thinking that maybe he was just in a room with a white ceiling, he turned his head to the right. Again, nothing but white. Even the door was white, and blended into the wall. So he turned his head to the left and saw a small window. He sighed.
He sat up in the bed and looked around again. Seeing nothing new he pushed the covers away. He looked down at himself and grimaced- he was in a white hospital gown. With blue polka dots.
He stood up and grabbed onto the bedpost almost immediately, as the room swam in and out of focus. When it blended into one image he left go. Once he realized that he wouldn't pass out, he let go and shuffled over to the window.
He saw a small park with trees, benches, and a bunch of people moving about. They were wearing the same gown he was, with pants of course, so that the backs of the gowns wouldn't blow up to expose their rears. So Harry turned and shuffled to the door. He search for a knob but found none.
"What the hell….Open!" He demanded. Nothing happened. "Okay..uhm…" Harry pushed but the door didn't budge. Then he tried to slide it open, but that didn't work. "Where the hell am I and why won't the door open!" He practically screamed.
"Calm down Mr. Potter." A voice echoed in the room. Harry jumped and looked around wildly.
"Who are you? Where are you?" The voice chuckled softly. "Okay, whatever you're pranking at it isn't funny."
"This is no prank Mr. Potter. You were brought here for help." Harry froze.
"What kind of help?" He asked sharply. "I admit I might be a little unbalanced but I'm not crazy."
"Of course you're not." The voice said. Harry could here the mocking tone in the man's voice and he growled. "Now get back in bed so we can have one of our doctors look at your injuries." Harry backed away from the door and glanced down at his gown. He twisted a patch around until he could read it.
"St. Mungos…." He muttered. "What the hell am I doing here?" He asked coldly. "Who sent me here!"
"Your Headmaster. He called in for help when you ransacked his office." Harry narrowed his eyes and searched the room carefully until he found a tiny video camera. He flipped the camera off and plopped himself onto the bed.
"Stupid, meddling old man." Harry muttered, wrapping his arms around himself. "Keeping secrets…..ignoring facts…..ruling my life….."
"Mr. Potter…" The voice called. Harry ignored it and he felt his eyes go out of focus. He did nothing to stop the madness he felt welling up inside himself and he began to rock. "Mr……Pott…..ER!"
"Shut up…" He muttered. "Shut up…..SHUT upp….SHUT UP!" He screamed. A burst of magic was shot at the camera, which pulled into the wall to avoid being blown up. The door to his room slid open but Harry ignored the sounds. He rocked harder as he felt a presence move closer.
"Mr. Potter." A voice said, close to his ear. Harry jerked his head up to stare into pale blue eyes. He leapt back in surprise and almost immediately the rage he felt left, and fear replaced it.
"Stay away!" He choked. The man in front of his shuffled back, but kept his arms open in invitation.
"It's okay Harry. You're safe. My name is Damian Nevans. I'm a doctor. I'm here to help you." Harry took deep breaths. "That's it, deep breaths." The man smiled as Harry gradually relaxed. "You're okay now. No one's going to hurt you."
"P-promise?" Harry choked. Damian nodded and Harry sighed shakily.
"You won't come to any harm here Harry." Damian turned to the person standing by the door. "It's all right. Bring me my healing kit." He turned back to Harry. "You okay now?"
"Y-yeah. Why am I here?"
"I think you know why." Harry blushed and nodded. "Harry, I'm going to be your medical doctor and your psychiatrist. Is that okay?" Harry nodded. "Okay, now I'm going to need you to trust me." Harry flinched when the other man returned with a bag. "It's okay, he's leaving."
"S-s-sorry."
"No need to be. Relax and drink this. It's a calming drought." Harry nodded and shakily took the vial. He downed it in one gulp and the doctor smiled. "Now I'm going to fix your wounds. We couldn't earlier because we didn't know the cause of them."
"No. I won't t-tell." Harry said, becoming nervous.
"Just nod yes or no then." Harry nodded. "Good. Lay down now and we'll begin." Harry nervously lay down and the drought took effect. He lay motionless as Damian checked his wounds and treated them, asking simple questions about their origin. By the time he was done, Harry was half asleep. "You did good."
"Hmm." Damian chuckled.
"Before you fall asleep I want to talk." Harry cracked an eye open. "Now I need you to listen carefully." Damian said. "I believe you have a muggle condition known as multiple personality disorder. Do you know what that is?"
"N-no."
"It's a disease that effects the brain. It's especially common in trauma victims." Harry flinched. "Multiple Personality Disorder is a psychiatric disorder characterized by having at least one "alter" personality that controls behavior. The "alters" are said to occur spontaneously and involuntarily, and function more or less independently of each other. Memory and other aspects of consciousness are said to be divided up among "alters" in the MPD, and one person can have many "alters"." He explained.
"So..it's like three people in one body? And they don't know what the other does when the other is in charge?"
"Sure." Harry sighed. "There are medications that one can take to suppress the 'alters'." Damian revealed. "I'll be giving you a version of the medication tonight. If that doesn't help, we'll go through every version until we find one that helps you the most."
"Sounds like a plan." Harry said shakily. Damian took out a bottle from his box and shook two small pills out into his hand.
"Take these. Then you can have a sleeping drought." Harry nodded and swallowed the pills dry. Then he drained a vial of sleeping draught in one gulp. "Good. Now lay back and try to get some rest. I'll be right outside if you need anything."
"Sure…thanks…" Damian slipped out as Harry closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
TBC
The explanation I got for the MPD thing was from a website. So it's not mine. Anyways, how is it so far?
Thanks to my reviewers and I hope to have chapter Two out either later today or early tomorrow.
