They made their way back to Hogwarts. Pass the Grand hall, down the stairs, toward what would have been the potions room. The students were positioned in four lines all facing a dispensary counter.

"Ron, as Snape arrived yet?" whispered Hermonie as her eyes darted around the room.

"No. Not. Yet" Ron stood facing forward tapping his feet impatiently.

Harry looked at the counter, and became aware that each counter was accented around the opening. Green, Red, Blue, and Yellow; Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.

"The colours determine the severity of our illness. Yellow being those with mild mental illness, such as depression , eating disorder, and drug abuse. They usually only stay for a few months. Blue, a lot like Yellow only more serious , suicidal tendencies, depression in addition to mild psychosis, chronic drug addiction, as well as anxiety disorders. Red (which is us) have more complex illnesses, OCD, Bi-polar depression, Personality Disorders, Severe Behaviour problems etc. And last be not least we have category green, those who have the potential to harm others or in some cases already have harmed others. Sociopath, schizophrenics, you name it." Hermione smirked knowingly.

"How did you kn-" Harry whispered

"It's a frequently asked question" she laughed silently to herself.

"Right then!" Dr Snape marched to the front of the room, clutching a run of the mill black clipboard with an air of importance. "The following people have progress reviews today. Malfoy, Abbot, Parvati Patel, Bell…..Potter" Snape peered over the top of his glasses at Harry, who maintained eye contact with the cold, bead-like eyes.. "After receiving your medication, you must come to me to collect your appointment details."

"Progress Reviews. I hate them! They never listen." Ron spat shuffling up the queue.

"I know….I always get so nervous when they come up. They could be the difference between going home, and staying five more years." sighed Hermione as they slowly ascended to the front of the queue.

"Ron. Weasley. Please." an unhappy nurse handed his a plastic cup of pills, and another half filled with water. Ron tipped the cup of pills in to his hand and lined then out his palm. He stared intensely at them, before frowning. Then turned back agitatedly at the counter. "Excuse me Nurse. I have five pills. I should have six."

" I'm sorry, but your medication as been updated. Look I'm only following the doctors orders." Nurse muttered in exasperated tone.

"I only have two talazaymines. I should have three. Three!" The room was silencing, and all eyes laid upon Ron and the Nurse.

" Could you please step away from the counter? I have patients to deal with.."

"No. I want my pills. Now!"

"Get away from the counter"

" I-NEED-THEM!" Ron yelled his face puce with anger. A guard dressed in a green overall ran towards him and clasped his arms behind his back.

"What do with have here! Abusing the nurses are we!" The guard sneered.

"Oh no….Preeves" Hermione hissed under her voice. Just then Snape strutted over.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"It seems young Weasley, isn't being very cooperative today, doctor." Preeves clinched his arms a little tighter.

"Really…"

" Yes doctor. He seems to be upset about a bout his new dosage." The nurse said in a phoney concerned manner.

"I…need…three"

"Very well give the boy what he wants. Weasley you are the only person know who requests more medication."

The nurse slammed the missing pill upon the counter, Ron hastily walked over and scooped it up in to his small cup.

"Hermonie Granger." Hermonie snapped and glared at the nurse in disgust.

"Er..Harry Potter" The nurse handed his two cups The pills were are different sizes and colours and shapes, Large rectangle blue, small pearl-like, bright pink circular, and a plastic coated one with tiny orange bits within it.

"Pst…don't take the blue, or the pink" Hermonie nudged him in the ribs

"Why?"

"Trust me" Hermione put her hand in her pocket to reveal her medication. Harry pick out the according pills and stuffed them in to his pocket.

"Potter!"

"Yes, Doctor" Harry strolled over to Snape who was standing by the doorway."

"Your review is at 2.00pm today, in unit 296. I expect you to be punctual." His eyes were cold and hate filled.

"I will doctor.."

"That will be all, Potter. For know anyway.." He turned on his heel and paced the room.

"Come on. Let's leave. Stupid Nurse!" Ron hurried through the door.

"We'd better go after him." Hermonie sighed

"Don't you think we should give me space…you know to calm down."

"You really have lost your memory, haven't you?" Hermione eyes examined him for what seem a extensive time. Harry looked away uncomfortably to the window on the far side of the room. "Come on." Hermione beaconed.

They walked along the corridors in silence, up the winding staircases, to the Red wing dormitory.

"Ron…." Hermione knocked softly on the door.

"Go away. I don't want you here. Not now."

"Ron, it me Harry. Let me in" slowly the door opened with caution .

"Ron what are you doing?….." Hermione stood peering through at the doorway

"I'm fixing. Things. Don't touch" All the contents of his trunk was emptied out upon the floor. Pencils, paper, clothing, magazines, and other collected items.

"Ron..let me help you?" Hermonie approached him slowly picking up a magazine.

"Leave me. I'm making it better. I can do it." he grabbed the magazine out of her hands, and clutched it to his chest.

"Ok.." Hermione step back and leaned against the wall. Harry looked down at his feet. Underneath the tip of his shoes, was a battered photograph of a smiling , happy family. All of whom had red hair, every shade of red possible. Ron was laughing struggling to get out of a headlock from one of his brothers.

"You dropped this…" handing the photo over to Ron, Harry looked solemnly at Ron.

"Thank. You. Thanks."

"Is that your family, Ron?." Ron's bottom lip quivered looking at the picture. Placing arm to his face, he sobbed silently.

"Oh great! Nice going Harry. Bravo."

"What have I done!"

"Just leave."

"Fine!" Harry slammed the door will force. He didn't need them, he didn't need this place. He headed aimlessly down the corridor, he didn't ca-

"Why…Harry! Your in an hurry today?" gentle voice calledover smiling . Harry stopped in his tracks and smiled slowly. He was secretly hoping to see him, wishing.