Headmistress McGonagall came in to see Harry as Ginny finished feeding him the last of the scrambled eggs from that morning's breakfast. She conjured a sturdy, unpadded chair next to Harrys' bed, in which she sat.
"How are you doing, Harry?"
"I'll be a lot better once Madame Pompfrey lets me out. Can you help?"
"I'll see what I can do. Now, Miss Granger says that something extraordinary has happened to you. A Zon-rari, I think she said?"
"Just another thing for everyone to stare at me about." He held out his palms, eliciting a gasp from McGonagall.
"I'll have you released in a few minutes." She was speaking very quickly. After a deep breath, she continued. "Harry, I am going to have you put into your own tower. You are going to need your own space to study, practice, and to get away when your emotions flare until you can control them. Zon-rari powers rely very heavily on your emotions, so a space to calm and recollect yourself will be necessary."
Harry looked at her in shock. His own set of rooms. A private bedroom. A study. A practice area. A common room. All for himself. All he could do was stare at her in disbelief. He realized his mouth was hanging open and promptly shut it, nodding slowly.
"Thank you, Professor. I'm going to go now, before Madame Pompfrey comes back. Should I go to my new rooms now?"
"No. I have to have them cleaned out. They haven't been used since the time of Godric Gryffindor. They are rather filthy. Dobby!"
With a loud crack, Dobby the house elf appeared on the foot of the bed, a pair of knitting needles in his hands, as well as a ball of maroon yarn.
"Yes, Miss Head?" Dobby's eyes lit up as he realized Harry was there, and he bowed low, his nose pressed against the blankets.
"I need you and a small group of extremely trustworthy elves to participate in something outside of your normal duties. Can you find them for me? Have them in my office in twenty minutes, yourself included."
"Yes, Miss Head. Dobby will be happy to be doing so." With a loud crack, he was gone again, already hard at work.
"Dobby and the other house elves will be assigned to a special staff in charge of your quarters. They are rather large. They will do whatever you wish, having full access to all kitchens and libraries. Dobby may also be used to procure items from Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley at your discretion."
"Yes, Professor. So I should be prepared to move my things in the morning?"
"I believe so, Mr. Potter. There is also a spare bedroom, which can be used for any overnight guests you might wish to have. I ask only that you do not have visitors every night, as I will be increasing your workload to find the true extent of your abilities."
Harry tried hard not to look at Ginny who was giving him a sly look over the book Hermione had left about the Zon-rari. McGonagall, however, did notice.
"No inappropriate activities, Miss Weasley."
Madame Pompfrey chose that moment to come in and check on Harry. She poked and prodded every nook and cranny of his body, took his temperature, blood pressure, and pulse three times, and made sure he had eaten every crumb of his breakfast before she seemed slightly satisfied.
"I believe you can go after you finish all of your lunch, Mr. Potter."
"I'm in here enough. When are you going to start calling me Harry? And when do I get my own room in here?"
She smiled before saying, "Never," and walking out again, leaving Ginny in a fit of giggles and McGonagall trying to stop the smile from showing on her face, which she was failing at miserably.
