Harry Potter & the Journey Into Isolation
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Fourteen: Deconstructing Harry
Moments after Harry and Colin had a very odd conversation in the common room of Gryffindor Tower; Harry went barreling down the hallways heading as fast as he could towards the infirmary and his private room with Dobby running after him as fast as he could to keep up.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter," called the house elf, "You's is slowing down, so's Dobby can be keeping up."
Dobby never knew if Harry heard him or not, as the only thing he kept saying was "Nononononononono." Harry was no where near ready to think about any form of sexual activity again. In fact the very thought of it scared Harry and he was forced to remember bits of what happened to him. Luckily he didn't have to relive it this time, but it was still uncomfortable for him.
When Harry arrived at the infirmary doors, he found Draco Malfoy, who was all alone and was waiting to talk to him. Though Harry was scared out of his wits, he was going to be damned before he allowed his rival to know it, and so put a calm face on.
"Malfoy?"
"Potter," Draco replied, noticing that Harry was trying his best to act calm and definitely wasn't.
"What are you doing here?"
Draco sighed, "I wanted to talk to you Potter. I wanted to see how you were doing after your first day being back in classes."
Harry just stood there staring at him for a moment, wondering what he was really doing there. However, he was drawn out of his thoughts as Dobby arrived.
"Harry Potter, you's is stopping and telling Dobby what is going wrong."
"Wrong?" Draco asked, "Is something wrong?"
"You's is staying out of this you's is," snarled the elf as he jumped in between the two boys.
Draco looked at the little elf and said, "You don't order me around."
"That is what's Professor Snape was saying and you's saw what is happening when wizards is not listening to what's they is being told."
Draco gulped, "So that's what happened to him? It was you?"
"It's alright Dobby, Malfoy just wanted to talk to me about something," Harry said, not wanting them to fight for some unknown reason. "Stick around though and maybe I'll let you do to Malfoy what you did to Snape."
"Hey," Draco said with wide eyes. "I haven't done anything to you since the year has begun, I don't deserve that."
Confused Harry turned to the elf, "Dobby, did you do something else other than yell at Snape?"
"Ummm," stalled the elf, "You's is seeing how things is, Harry Potter. Professor Snape was being very bad to Harry potter and he was's not feeling sorry for it and I's is not liking it very much …"
A large grin came to Harry's face, "And what did you do to him?"
"What did he do? He turned Professor Snape's hair bright pink, his skin yellow with green polka dots and caused tentacles to sprout all over his face," Draco said in outrage.
Harry bent over double laughing.
"That wasn't funny Potter," Draco said defending his Head of House.
"Yes, it is," replied Harry.
"Harry Potter is feeling better at least," Dobby said before popping away to allow the boys to have a talk.
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A few minutes later, Harry and Draco were sitting in the main room of the infirmary over a chess board and having an odd conversation.
"So why were you running through the hallways with your elf chasing after you?" asked Draco.
"That's none of your business," replied Harry curtly.
Smiling, Draco said, "I know that, if it were my business then it wouldn't be any fun. So why were you running?"
Harry sighed as Draco's bishop captured one of his pons, "Someone wanted to have sex with me."
"Oh yeah, I go screaming through the castle when that happens to me," Draco said sarcastically. "Want to try the truth this time?"
Harry was quiet for awhile and thought to himself, 'Why am I even talking to him? We're not even friends, why is he here?'
"Check," said Draco shaking Harry out of his quiet reverie.
"I was telling the truth."
Draco looked at him, not quite knowing if he should believe it or not, "Alright, so why didn't you just shag the poor girl then?"
"I didn't feel like it for one and it wasn't a girl," Harry replied as he moved his rook to defend his king.
"Oh, I see, doesn't care for the boys do you now? Maybe you should try it before you dismiss it," Draco said smirking, hoping that Harry picked up a clue there.
However, Harry's eyes went a little out of focus as he remembered some of the events of the summer.
Draco noticed as Harry began to shiver and withdraw, so he quickly said, "Must have been that Hufflepuff git. You know who I mean, Smith-what-his-name."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, having been quite efficiently brought back to reality without one hex or curse being fired off. Then Harry made a horrible face and asked, "Zacharias Smith? Are you joking?"
"Well, he watches you constantly you know. I bet he fantasizes about you all the time."
"Malfoy stop now! I do not want to even think about that!" said Harry, with a bad taste in this mouth.
Draco laughed, not his usual smirk, but a genuine real laugh. Harry had never heard him do that before, it was rather a nice laugh, it makes his face seem kinder for some reason. 'Whoa,' Harry thought, 'Where did that thought come from?'
The two continued to play chess for a few more minutes before Draco asked, "So who was it?"
"Colin Creevey."
"That little blonde haired git?" asked Draco with distaste. "Figures, he's only been chasing after you since the day he met you. I hope you hexed him in to next month."
Harry smiled, for some reason he liked the idea of Draco being jealous, but he also wasn't going to dwell on it to much. "You know Malfoy; there are a lot of people who would describe you as a 'blonde haired git'."
"Well, they are quite wrong you know," he replied airily.
"Oh, so the rumors are true, you do bleach your hair?" asked Harry.
Draco made a face that caused Harry to smile further. He had gotten his rival with that one. After a moment even Draco chuckled appreciatively at the remark.
"You must be feeling better if you're picking on me."
Harry smiled, but said nothing.
"However, it is time for all well bred young wizards, and you, to go to sleep. I have an early day tomorrow," Draco said as his queen and bishop captured Harry's king.
"Good game Malfoy."
Draco nodded and left the infirmary.
A few minutes later Harry changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. "Dobby?" asked Harry, "What the hell happened tonight?"
"Well," the elf answered, "I is thinking Harry Potter is being pursued romantically."
"Oh." Then Harry rolled over and was soon asleep without taking any of his sleeping potions.
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The next morning Professor Wymer Toft awoke in his bed with his arms wrapped around the sleeping and very naked Colin Creevey. The older wizard looks down on his young lover and smiles, their activities the night before had been very enjoyable, well at least for him. Thanks to the curse he used on the young Gryffindor, Toft knew that Colin had found some of the release he needed from the night before.
Colin began to stir in the older wizard's arms and opening his eyes he smiles and says, "Good morning."
"Good morning lad, how did you sleep?" Toft asked not sure of what he was going to get as a response.
"Like a baby," Colin said with a childish grin and then he snuggled in closer to his teacher.
Toft was slightly confused, but continued, "I was rather worried that you might have regretted what happened between us last night."
"Oh no sir, last night was amazing. I never knew in my wildest dreams it could be like that."
Toft's eyebrows rose up so fast that it left him looking rather odd and Colin giggled at him.
"Well, I must admit that I am surprised," Toft said steadily, faking concern as much as possible. "Most grown wizards have trouble taking that spell on the first time and afterward are sometimes shaky and feel regretful about doing it. You can tell me if you are. I know I went too far with you on the first time, but you were just so beautiful last night."
"Oh no sir, I feel wonderful," Colin said as he stretched his body like a cat and then crawled out of the bed.
"Wymer," said Toft which made Colin look confused. "I refuse to have a night like we had last night and not have you call me by my given name."
Colin smiled, truly happy that he had found someone to care for him like this. A way that he now knew Harry wouldn't. "Well, sir … Wymer, you know it's still early and I have time before I need to get back to Gryffindor Tower."
"What are you suggesting Colin?" Toft said craftily.
Handing the older wizard his wand, Colin said, "How did the spell go again?"
Toft smirked at the boy and thought, 'He's just the lad I thought he would be,' and took the wand cast the pleasure curse on him, "Exoplasitus."
Colin's eyes rolled back into his head as his body reacted to the curse.
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Later that morning on her way to the Great Hall for breakfast, Madame Pomfrey met Professor McGonagall in the corridor and decided to ask the one question she had been thinking about since the night before.
"Minerva?" Poppy asked, "Do you suppose Potter will go through with this plan? He's very unsure of himself when it comes to the past summer. I'm still shocked he allowed us to view what he did."
Professor McGonagall nodded in understanding, "I think he'll go through with it Poppy. Once he agreed, he'll keep his word, no matter how much it hurts in the process."
Silently they finished their walk to the Great Hall.
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"Good morning Ron," Hermione said happily. She had been up for a while and had been waiting for Harry and Ron in the common room for about ten minutes looking at one of her books. "Where's Harry?"
"I don't know, he wasn't in the dormitory this morning and his bed wasn't slept in last night."
Hermione looked concerned; she had assumed he slept in dormitory bed as his books and parchment were still lying on the study table had been sitting at the night before.
Ron quickly noticed that Harry's things were still there also and he said, "Maybe Harry was just tired and went back to the infirmary to sleep and didn't want to bother with his things. He does that sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe," Hermione said dismissively. Then she goes over to the table and gathers up Harry's things and places them back in his rucksack. "We'll bring these down to him for breakfast; he might want them before his first class."
"Come on then," Ron says, following Hermione's lead and becoming worried about Harry. "Should we take them to his room in the infirmary? He and I have Care of Magical Creatures today; we won't need those books for that class."
"No, lets wait for him in the Great Hall," Hermione said as they left the common room for breakfast.
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That morning as Harry was getting ready to start his day, he actually felt better than he had in a long time. After he had showered that morning, he returned to his room and got dressed and collected his rucksack, which isn't there. Then he remembers that he left all his things on one of the study tables up in Gryffindor Tower.
"Damn," Harry said to himself.
"Is something bothering you's Harry Potter?" asked Dobby as he was picking up after Harry.
"My things are still up in the common room, I'll have to swing by and get them before going to class."
"Harry Potter's first class is Care of Magical Creatures; he is only needing his Monster Book of Monsters for that class." Then Dobby conjured a new rucksack for him and put the book and a few rolls of parchment in it that he would need.
"Thanks," said Harry. However, at that moment there was a small explosion of fire in the air and a letter fell to the ground. Apparently Fawkes had been sent to deliver a note to Harry, which he picked up and read.
Harry,
If you wouldn't mind, please come to my office today after your Care of Magical Creatures lesson. There is someone I would like for you to meet. The password to get into the office is Sugar Quills.
There will be no need for you to bring Dobby with you.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Order of Merlin, First Class
Harry sighed at the letter. "Well Dobby, it seems that Professor Dumbledore has a therapist for me already. I have to meet him after my first class."
"What is being a therapist, Harry Potter?"
"A mental healer," Harry answered.
"Maybe you's is needing one," Dobby said hopefully.
Harry ignored the statement and went on, "He also said there was no need to bring you along."
Dobby stopped what he was doing and with narrowed eyes said, "I is sure he is saying that."
Harry smiled and asked, "Does that mean your coming anyway?"
"Yes, Harry Potter, it is meaning that."
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Draco had been watching the hallways waiting for his prey to come down the marble stairs. He didn't have to wait very long as a very disheveled Colin Creevey soon came down the stairs walking bow legged.
'He looks like he just got shagged hard, but not by Harry, that's for sure,' thought Draco as he spied the boy.
When Colin reached the bottom of the stairs, Draco detached himself from his hiding place and approached the sixth year Gryffindor. "Good morning mudblood," Draco said in his cheeriest voice.
"What do you want Malfoy?" spat Colin.
"To have a little talk with you this morning, that's all," replied Draco silkily. "You look like you have an interesting evening or do you always walk that way in the mornings?"
Colin blushed furiously, but said nothing.
Draco smirked at him and continued, "I'll take that for a 'yes'. So who was it? Another Gryffindork? Or perhaps a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw? Certainly wasn't a Slytherin, if it was one of us, you wouldn't be walking at all this morning."
Colin still said nothing and tried to get passed Malfoy and into the Great Hall.
Draco grabbed his arm and held him back, "Oh come now, did you close your eyes and pretend that it was Potter shagging you? I know how much you want him. Everyone in school knows how you have been chasing after him like a lost little Muggle puppy. Why he tolerates you is beyond me."
"He's my friend," Colin said softly.
"But he wasn't the one to shag you was he?" asked Draco with some venom in his voice. "Not like you want him to do."
"What do you want Malfoy?" spat Colin angrily.
"Nothing at all," replied Draco calmly and strode into the Great Hall to have breakfast.
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"Good morning," Harry said, as he reached the Great Hall and found his friends sitting at the Gryffindor table.
"You're in a good mood this morning," Hermione said, completely relieved that something bad had happened to Harry the night before.
"Yeah mate, we were a little worried when you didn't sleep in our dormitory last night," Ron said, which earned him a kick from Hermione under the table.
Harry smiled, "I was going to, but I kind of freaked out last night and went back to my room in the infirmary. I'm feeling much better this morning."
"What happened last night?" whispered Hermione tentatively, "Did you relive your memories again?"
Harry looked around to make sure no one was listening and whispered to his friends, "No, Colin made a pass at me last night and I didn't know how to deal with it."
"HE WHAT?" bellowed Hermione as Ron sniggered into his hand. "It's not funny Ron."
"It's okay Hermione, I'm fine," Harry said trying to calm her down. "I just didn't know what to do and so I left the common room rather quickly."
"Come one guys, we need to eat breakfast and go to our first classes," Ron said, still sniggering to himself.
Ron and Hermione ate breakfast while Harry just picked at his and shuffled it around his plate until Dobby popped in and gave him a look that said, 'You are going to eat this morning.'
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When breakfast was over, Harry and Ron made their way down to Hagrid's cabin to have their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Harry had been a little uneasy about seeing Hagrid; he had snubbed the half-giant and wouldn't let him in the infirmary to see him. However, his nervousness soon disappeared the moment Hagrid laid eyes on him.
"Harry!" bellowed Hagrid. "You've come to class, have yeah?"
"Yes," Harry said sheepishly, "Can't stay inside forever."
"Of course yeah can't," Hagrid replied with a smile and patted Harry on the shoulder, which pushed him into the ground a couple of inches. "Now, I betch're wondering what you've missed in me class?"
"Yeah, I am, sorry about that," Harry said, but Hagrid waved the apology off.
"Well, as you might not know I was in France and missed the beginning of classes by a couple of days," Hagrid admitted and flushed a bit.
"How is Madame Maxime?" asked Ron curiously.
"Oh well, you know how it is, she's alright," Hagrid stammered.
"So what creature are we starting the year with then?" asked Harry, helping out his embarrassed friend.
"We're going to be working with Graphorns and your in luck, I just received me shipment and they are tethered in the paddock out back," beamed Hagrid dreamily.
"Really?" gulped Ron. He knew from the reading the Monster Book of Monsters that Graphorns were dangerous creatures and was hoping that Hagrid had been unable to procure one for class.
Harry looked nervous when Ron gulped like he did. However, Hagrid didn't seem to notice it at all.
"Yeah Ron," said Hagrid, "once everyone else is here, we're going to start working with them directly."
"Great," Ron squeaked.
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After Care of Magical Creatures had finished Harry made his way up to the Headmaster's office to meet with whomever Dumbledore had gotten to help him. Harry was not looking forward to this meeting at all and more than once thought about not going. However, he eventually reaches the stone gargoyle that guards the Headmaster's office.
"Sugar Quills," Harry says and the gargoyle jumps out of the way and he goes up the spiral staircase to the Headmaster's office and knocks on the door.
"Ah Harry, how good of you to join us today," said Dumbledore jovially but in a professional manner. "Come, have a seat."
Harry took the seat next to a man that he had never met before and waited for this happen saying nothing.
"Harry," Dumbledore began, "this is Camden Lennox, he is the healer from St. Mungo's that I told you would be coming to see you."
"Mr. Potter," Healer Lennox said politely and Harry nodded at him. Then he continued, "Professor Dumbledore has explained to me that you were tortured during your recent abduction."
Harry shot Dumbledore a quick glare and continued to listen, still saying nothing.
"I suspect from your silence that more happened than just torture then?" Healer Lennox asked.
"You haven't asked me anything or said anything that I needed to respond to," Harry said coldly.
Healer Lennox was slightly taken aback by Harry's words and Dumbledore said, "Harry, he's only here to help you. Try to give him a chance to do so."
"Perhaps if I told you more about myself, you might be more comfortable with me being around," Healer Lennox said not waiting for an answer from Harry. "Like yourself, I was a student here at Hogwarts and I was a Ravenclaw when I was here. After graduating from school, I went to work at St. Mungo's where I studied for several more years learning how to be a Healer. Now I work with people as a Mental Healer who have been through trauma in their lives."
"Will I be going to St. Mungo's to … meet with you?" asked Harry.
"No, I have given Camden a suite here in the castle, so that he can be closer to you in case you should need to talk to him, day or night," Dumbledore answered.
"I see. How will we meet? Will there be a schedule or just when I feel like talking?"
"You can talk to me whenever you like, but yes there will be a meeting time added to your class schedule so we can meet often and discuss your ordeal," Healer Lennox said.
"Dobby will be there with us during all meeting," Harry said adamantly.
"Now, Harry, I do not believe that will be necessary to bring him with you where ever you go. You will eventually have to work and live once again on your own," Dumbledore said sagely with a twinkle in his eye. "You didn't bring him to this meeting after all and your doing fine."
Harry smiled and said, "I did bring Dobby with me, he is always with me."
Dumbledore looked grave, but Healer Lennox asked, "Who is Dobby?"
"My friend," Harry replied.
Dumbledore relented at hearing Harry's words and added, "He is a house-elf in the employ of Harry."
Healer Lennox looked confused, "I thought you were raised by Muggles, I didn't' know you owned a house elf. Are students even allowed to have house elves?"
"I was raised by Muggles and I do not own Dobby, I employ him. There is a difference," explained Harry. "Dobby has been with me ever since I was found by some friends of mine. He has been taking care of me ever since and," Harry paused to give the Headmaster a look and continued, "He keeps people away from me, who would do me harm."
"What an extraordinary creature," Healer Lennox said with trepidation.
"He is extraordinary for any kind of creature, house elf or wizard," said Harry with conviction and the room was soon filled with the sound of someone crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Harry Potter is so noble and honorable to talk so nicely to a house elf like me," sobbed Dobby as he popped into view and hugging Harry tightly.
Harry sighed and gently said, "Its okay Dobby, you don't have to cry."
Healer Lennox looked at the Headmaster with a look that said, 'The house elf needs to go.'
Even though Dumbledore agreed, he shook his head knowing that to do so now, would only make Harry refuse treatment and not get better.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
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By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Fourteen: Deconstructing Harry
Moments after Harry and Colin had a very odd conversation in the common room of Gryffindor Tower; Harry went barreling down the hallways heading as fast as he could towards the infirmary and his private room with Dobby running after him as fast as he could to keep up.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter," called the house elf, "You's is slowing down, so's Dobby can be keeping up."
Dobby never knew if Harry heard him or not, as the only thing he kept saying was "Nononononononono." Harry was no where near ready to think about any form of sexual activity again. In fact the very thought of it scared Harry and he was forced to remember bits of what happened to him. Luckily he didn't have to relive it this time, but it was still uncomfortable for him.
When Harry arrived at the infirmary doors, he found Draco Malfoy, who was all alone and was waiting to talk to him. Though Harry was scared out of his wits, he was going to be damned before he allowed his rival to know it, and so put a calm face on.
"Malfoy?"
"Potter," Draco replied, noticing that Harry was trying his best to act calm and definitely wasn't.
"What are you doing here?"
Draco sighed, "I wanted to talk to you Potter. I wanted to see how you were doing after your first day being back in classes."
Harry just stood there staring at him for a moment, wondering what he was really doing there. However, he was drawn out of his thoughts as Dobby arrived.
"Harry Potter, you's is stopping and telling Dobby what is going wrong."
"Wrong?" Draco asked, "Is something wrong?"
"You's is staying out of this you's is," snarled the elf as he jumped in between the two boys.
Draco looked at the little elf and said, "You don't order me around."
"That is what's Professor Snape was saying and you's saw what is happening when wizards is not listening to what's they is being told."
Draco gulped, "So that's what happened to him? It was you?"
"It's alright Dobby, Malfoy just wanted to talk to me about something," Harry said, not wanting them to fight for some unknown reason. "Stick around though and maybe I'll let you do to Malfoy what you did to Snape."
"Hey," Draco said with wide eyes. "I haven't done anything to you since the year has begun, I don't deserve that."
Confused Harry turned to the elf, "Dobby, did you do something else other than yell at Snape?"
"Ummm," stalled the elf, "You's is seeing how things is, Harry Potter. Professor Snape was being very bad to Harry potter and he was's not feeling sorry for it and I's is not liking it very much …"
A large grin came to Harry's face, "And what did you do to him?"
"What did he do? He turned Professor Snape's hair bright pink, his skin yellow with green polka dots and caused tentacles to sprout all over his face," Draco said in outrage.
Harry bent over double laughing.
"That wasn't funny Potter," Draco said defending his Head of House.
"Yes, it is," replied Harry.
"Harry Potter is feeling better at least," Dobby said before popping away to allow the boys to have a talk.
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A few minutes later, Harry and Draco were sitting in the main room of the infirmary over a chess board and having an odd conversation.
"So why were you running through the hallways with your elf chasing after you?" asked Draco.
"That's none of your business," replied Harry curtly.
Smiling, Draco said, "I know that, if it were my business then it wouldn't be any fun. So why were you running?"
Harry sighed as Draco's bishop captured one of his pons, "Someone wanted to have sex with me."
"Oh yeah, I go screaming through the castle when that happens to me," Draco said sarcastically. "Want to try the truth this time?"
Harry was quiet for awhile and thought to himself, 'Why am I even talking to him? We're not even friends, why is he here?'
"Check," said Draco shaking Harry out of his quiet reverie.
"I was telling the truth."
Draco looked at him, not quite knowing if he should believe it or not, "Alright, so why didn't you just shag the poor girl then?"
"I didn't feel like it for one and it wasn't a girl," Harry replied as he moved his rook to defend his king.
"Oh, I see, doesn't care for the boys do you now? Maybe you should try it before you dismiss it," Draco said smirking, hoping that Harry picked up a clue there.
However, Harry's eyes went a little out of focus as he remembered some of the events of the summer.
Draco noticed as Harry began to shiver and withdraw, so he quickly said, "Must have been that Hufflepuff git. You know who I mean, Smith-what-his-name."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, having been quite efficiently brought back to reality without one hex or curse being fired off. Then Harry made a horrible face and asked, "Zacharias Smith? Are you joking?"
"Well, he watches you constantly you know. I bet he fantasizes about you all the time."
"Malfoy stop now! I do not want to even think about that!" said Harry, with a bad taste in this mouth.
Draco laughed, not his usual smirk, but a genuine real laugh. Harry had never heard him do that before, it was rather a nice laugh, it makes his face seem kinder for some reason. 'Whoa,' Harry thought, 'Where did that thought come from?'
The two continued to play chess for a few more minutes before Draco asked, "So who was it?"
"Colin Creevey."
"That little blonde haired git?" asked Draco with distaste. "Figures, he's only been chasing after you since the day he met you. I hope you hexed him in to next month."
Harry smiled, for some reason he liked the idea of Draco being jealous, but he also wasn't going to dwell on it to much. "You know Malfoy; there are a lot of people who would describe you as a 'blonde haired git'."
"Well, they are quite wrong you know," he replied airily.
"Oh, so the rumors are true, you do bleach your hair?" asked Harry.
Draco made a face that caused Harry to smile further. He had gotten his rival with that one. After a moment even Draco chuckled appreciatively at the remark.
"You must be feeling better if you're picking on me."
Harry smiled, but said nothing.
"However, it is time for all well bred young wizards, and you, to go to sleep. I have an early day tomorrow," Draco said as his queen and bishop captured Harry's king.
"Good game Malfoy."
Draco nodded and left the infirmary.
A few minutes later Harry changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. "Dobby?" asked Harry, "What the hell happened tonight?"
"Well," the elf answered, "I is thinking Harry Potter is being pursued romantically."
"Oh." Then Harry rolled over and was soon asleep without taking any of his sleeping potions.
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The next morning Professor Wymer Toft awoke in his bed with his arms wrapped around the sleeping and very naked Colin Creevey. The older wizard looks down on his young lover and smiles, their activities the night before had been very enjoyable, well at least for him. Thanks to the curse he used on the young Gryffindor, Toft knew that Colin had found some of the release he needed from the night before.
Colin began to stir in the older wizard's arms and opening his eyes he smiles and says, "Good morning."
"Good morning lad, how did you sleep?" Toft asked not sure of what he was going to get as a response.
"Like a baby," Colin said with a childish grin and then he snuggled in closer to his teacher.
Toft was slightly confused, but continued, "I was rather worried that you might have regretted what happened between us last night."
"Oh no sir, last night was amazing. I never knew in my wildest dreams it could be like that."
Toft's eyebrows rose up so fast that it left him looking rather odd and Colin giggled at him.
"Well, I must admit that I am surprised," Toft said steadily, faking concern as much as possible. "Most grown wizards have trouble taking that spell on the first time and afterward are sometimes shaky and feel regretful about doing it. You can tell me if you are. I know I went too far with you on the first time, but you were just so beautiful last night."
"Oh no sir, I feel wonderful," Colin said as he stretched his body like a cat and then crawled out of the bed.
"Wymer," said Toft which made Colin look confused. "I refuse to have a night like we had last night and not have you call me by my given name."
Colin smiled, truly happy that he had found someone to care for him like this. A way that he now knew Harry wouldn't. "Well, sir … Wymer, you know it's still early and I have time before I need to get back to Gryffindor Tower."
"What are you suggesting Colin?" Toft said craftily.
Handing the older wizard his wand, Colin said, "How did the spell go again?"
Toft smirked at the boy and thought, 'He's just the lad I thought he would be,' and took the wand cast the pleasure curse on him, "Exoplasitus."
Colin's eyes rolled back into his head as his body reacted to the curse.
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Later that morning on her way to the Great Hall for breakfast, Madame Pomfrey met Professor McGonagall in the corridor and decided to ask the one question she had been thinking about since the night before.
"Minerva?" Poppy asked, "Do you suppose Potter will go through with this plan? He's very unsure of himself when it comes to the past summer. I'm still shocked he allowed us to view what he did."
Professor McGonagall nodded in understanding, "I think he'll go through with it Poppy. Once he agreed, he'll keep his word, no matter how much it hurts in the process."
Silently they finished their walk to the Great Hall.
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"Good morning Ron," Hermione said happily. She had been up for a while and had been waiting for Harry and Ron in the common room for about ten minutes looking at one of her books. "Where's Harry?"
"I don't know, he wasn't in the dormitory this morning and his bed wasn't slept in last night."
Hermione looked concerned; she had assumed he slept in dormitory bed as his books and parchment were still lying on the study table had been sitting at the night before.
Ron quickly noticed that Harry's things were still there also and he said, "Maybe Harry was just tired and went back to the infirmary to sleep and didn't want to bother with his things. He does that sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe," Hermione said dismissively. Then she goes over to the table and gathers up Harry's things and places them back in his rucksack. "We'll bring these down to him for breakfast; he might want them before his first class."
"Come on then," Ron says, following Hermione's lead and becoming worried about Harry. "Should we take them to his room in the infirmary? He and I have Care of Magical Creatures today; we won't need those books for that class."
"No, lets wait for him in the Great Hall," Hermione said as they left the common room for breakfast.
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That morning as Harry was getting ready to start his day, he actually felt better than he had in a long time. After he had showered that morning, he returned to his room and got dressed and collected his rucksack, which isn't there. Then he remembers that he left all his things on one of the study tables up in Gryffindor Tower.
"Damn," Harry said to himself.
"Is something bothering you's Harry Potter?" asked Dobby as he was picking up after Harry.
"My things are still up in the common room, I'll have to swing by and get them before going to class."
"Harry Potter's first class is Care of Magical Creatures; he is only needing his Monster Book of Monsters for that class." Then Dobby conjured a new rucksack for him and put the book and a few rolls of parchment in it that he would need.
"Thanks," said Harry. However, at that moment there was a small explosion of fire in the air and a letter fell to the ground. Apparently Fawkes had been sent to deliver a note to Harry, which he picked up and read.
Harry,
If you wouldn't mind, please come to my office today after your Care of Magical Creatures lesson. There is someone I would like for you to meet. The password to get into the office is Sugar Quills.
There will be no need for you to bring Dobby with you.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Order of Merlin, First Class
Harry sighed at the letter. "Well Dobby, it seems that Professor Dumbledore has a therapist for me already. I have to meet him after my first class."
"What is being a therapist, Harry Potter?"
"A mental healer," Harry answered.
"Maybe you's is needing one," Dobby said hopefully.
Harry ignored the statement and went on, "He also said there was no need to bring you along."
Dobby stopped what he was doing and with narrowed eyes said, "I is sure he is saying that."
Harry smiled and asked, "Does that mean your coming anyway?"
"Yes, Harry Potter, it is meaning that."
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Draco had been watching the hallways waiting for his prey to come down the marble stairs. He didn't have to wait very long as a very disheveled Colin Creevey soon came down the stairs walking bow legged.
'He looks like he just got shagged hard, but not by Harry, that's for sure,' thought Draco as he spied the boy.
When Colin reached the bottom of the stairs, Draco detached himself from his hiding place and approached the sixth year Gryffindor. "Good morning mudblood," Draco said in his cheeriest voice.
"What do you want Malfoy?" spat Colin.
"To have a little talk with you this morning, that's all," replied Draco silkily. "You look like you have an interesting evening or do you always walk that way in the mornings?"
Colin blushed furiously, but said nothing.
Draco smirked at him and continued, "I'll take that for a 'yes'. So who was it? Another Gryffindork? Or perhaps a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw? Certainly wasn't a Slytherin, if it was one of us, you wouldn't be walking at all this morning."
Colin still said nothing and tried to get passed Malfoy and into the Great Hall.
Draco grabbed his arm and held him back, "Oh come now, did you close your eyes and pretend that it was Potter shagging you? I know how much you want him. Everyone in school knows how you have been chasing after him like a lost little Muggle puppy. Why he tolerates you is beyond me."
"He's my friend," Colin said softly.
"But he wasn't the one to shag you was he?" asked Draco with some venom in his voice. "Not like you want him to do."
"What do you want Malfoy?" spat Colin angrily.
"Nothing at all," replied Draco calmly and strode into the Great Hall to have breakfast.
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"Good morning," Harry said, as he reached the Great Hall and found his friends sitting at the Gryffindor table.
"You're in a good mood this morning," Hermione said, completely relieved that something bad had happened to Harry the night before.
"Yeah mate, we were a little worried when you didn't sleep in our dormitory last night," Ron said, which earned him a kick from Hermione under the table.
Harry smiled, "I was going to, but I kind of freaked out last night and went back to my room in the infirmary. I'm feeling much better this morning."
"What happened last night?" whispered Hermione tentatively, "Did you relive your memories again?"
Harry looked around to make sure no one was listening and whispered to his friends, "No, Colin made a pass at me last night and I didn't know how to deal with it."
"HE WHAT?" bellowed Hermione as Ron sniggered into his hand. "It's not funny Ron."
"It's okay Hermione, I'm fine," Harry said trying to calm her down. "I just didn't know what to do and so I left the common room rather quickly."
"Come one guys, we need to eat breakfast and go to our first classes," Ron said, still sniggering to himself.
Ron and Hermione ate breakfast while Harry just picked at his and shuffled it around his plate until Dobby popped in and gave him a look that said, 'You are going to eat this morning.'
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When breakfast was over, Harry and Ron made their way down to Hagrid's cabin to have their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Harry had been a little uneasy about seeing Hagrid; he had snubbed the half-giant and wouldn't let him in the infirmary to see him. However, his nervousness soon disappeared the moment Hagrid laid eyes on him.
"Harry!" bellowed Hagrid. "You've come to class, have yeah?"
"Yes," Harry said sheepishly, "Can't stay inside forever."
"Of course yeah can't," Hagrid replied with a smile and patted Harry on the shoulder, which pushed him into the ground a couple of inches. "Now, I betch're wondering what you've missed in me class?"
"Yeah, I am, sorry about that," Harry said, but Hagrid waved the apology off.
"Well, as you might not know I was in France and missed the beginning of classes by a couple of days," Hagrid admitted and flushed a bit.
"How is Madame Maxime?" asked Ron curiously.
"Oh well, you know how it is, she's alright," Hagrid stammered.
"So what creature are we starting the year with then?" asked Harry, helping out his embarrassed friend.
"We're going to be working with Graphorns and your in luck, I just received me shipment and they are tethered in the paddock out back," beamed Hagrid dreamily.
"Really?" gulped Ron. He knew from the reading the Monster Book of Monsters that Graphorns were dangerous creatures and was hoping that Hagrid had been unable to procure one for class.
Harry looked nervous when Ron gulped like he did. However, Hagrid didn't seem to notice it at all.
"Yeah Ron," said Hagrid, "once everyone else is here, we're going to start working with them directly."
"Great," Ron squeaked.
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After Care of Magical Creatures had finished Harry made his way up to the Headmaster's office to meet with whomever Dumbledore had gotten to help him. Harry was not looking forward to this meeting at all and more than once thought about not going. However, he eventually reaches the stone gargoyle that guards the Headmaster's office.
"Sugar Quills," Harry says and the gargoyle jumps out of the way and he goes up the spiral staircase to the Headmaster's office and knocks on the door.
"Ah Harry, how good of you to join us today," said Dumbledore jovially but in a professional manner. "Come, have a seat."
Harry took the seat next to a man that he had never met before and waited for this happen saying nothing.
"Harry," Dumbledore began, "this is Camden Lennox, he is the healer from St. Mungo's that I told you would be coming to see you."
"Mr. Potter," Healer Lennox said politely and Harry nodded at him. Then he continued, "Professor Dumbledore has explained to me that you were tortured during your recent abduction."
Harry shot Dumbledore a quick glare and continued to listen, still saying nothing.
"I suspect from your silence that more happened than just torture then?" Healer Lennox asked.
"You haven't asked me anything or said anything that I needed to respond to," Harry said coldly.
Healer Lennox was slightly taken aback by Harry's words and Dumbledore said, "Harry, he's only here to help you. Try to give him a chance to do so."
"Perhaps if I told you more about myself, you might be more comfortable with me being around," Healer Lennox said not waiting for an answer from Harry. "Like yourself, I was a student here at Hogwarts and I was a Ravenclaw when I was here. After graduating from school, I went to work at St. Mungo's where I studied for several more years learning how to be a Healer. Now I work with people as a Mental Healer who have been through trauma in their lives."
"Will I be going to St. Mungo's to … meet with you?" asked Harry.
"No, I have given Camden a suite here in the castle, so that he can be closer to you in case you should need to talk to him, day or night," Dumbledore answered.
"I see. How will we meet? Will there be a schedule or just when I feel like talking?"
"You can talk to me whenever you like, but yes there will be a meeting time added to your class schedule so we can meet often and discuss your ordeal," Healer Lennox said.
"Dobby will be there with us during all meeting," Harry said adamantly.
"Now, Harry, I do not believe that will be necessary to bring him with you where ever you go. You will eventually have to work and live once again on your own," Dumbledore said sagely with a twinkle in his eye. "You didn't bring him to this meeting after all and your doing fine."
Harry smiled and said, "I did bring Dobby with me, he is always with me."
Dumbledore looked grave, but Healer Lennox asked, "Who is Dobby?"
"My friend," Harry replied.
Dumbledore relented at hearing Harry's words and added, "He is a house-elf in the employ of Harry."
Healer Lennox looked confused, "I thought you were raised by Muggles, I didn't' know you owned a house elf. Are students even allowed to have house elves?"
"I was raised by Muggles and I do not own Dobby, I employ him. There is a difference," explained Harry. "Dobby has been with me ever since I was found by some friends of mine. He has been taking care of me ever since and," Harry paused to give the Headmaster a look and continued, "He keeps people away from me, who would do me harm."
"What an extraordinary creature," Healer Lennox said with trepidation.
"He is extraordinary for any kind of creature, house elf or wizard," said Harry with conviction and the room was soon filled with the sound of someone crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Harry Potter is so noble and honorable to talk so nicely to a house elf like me," sobbed Dobby as he popped into view and hugging Harry tightly.
Harry sighed and gently said, "Its okay Dobby, you don't have to cry."
Healer Lennox looked at the Headmaster with a look that said, 'The house elf needs to go.'
Even though Dumbledore agreed, he shook his head knowing that to do so now, would only make Harry refuse treatment and not get better.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
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