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Chapter 6 - Medical Tests

Wednesday 11th November

"Becuase he was going to ask not only Care System but the department as well. That is private."

"But we all know each others at Hogwarts."

"All?" Erlendur raised an eyebrow. "So you would know the seventh years?"

"No." Harry paused.

"You know those your friends or enemies with. Maybe those in your year or your care system depending on what it is. But not everyone. As it is, we have heard several things about people from Britain being placed in the wrong system. So someone is coming to check you tomorrow."

"There has been one in my year so far, not sure about others."

"All the more reason."

Thursday 12th November

Harry slept awkwardly that night. He had had this problem his first year at Hogwarts and again when he had returned for his second year. It was a new bed with new sounds around him. Hopefully, he would adjust soon. The next morning he was woken to the sounds of people getting up and ready so decided to follow, groaning as the clock said 6 am. Now he could understand what people were saying, things were much more interesting.

As he left his room kids from 6 to 18 were running up and down the hall for bags, uniform, books and homework. Clearly, it was organised chaos. Shaking his head he quietly headed downstairs and into the dining area. Here he grabbed breakfast before sitting down. It wasn't long until Tabitha and Jakob sat down with him. Both were dressed in what was obviously the Euro-Glyth school uniform. Tabitha had a red and white striped blouse, grey jumper with light blue piping and a red and light blue tartan skirt. She also had an orange band around her upper arm. Harry guessed was for castes. They had never used them at Hogwarts but then they never had many magical creatures at Hogwarts. Tabitha was a Sprite and went to Euro-Glyth so they must have a few there. Jakob had a white shirt on with a red tie, grey jumper with orange piping and red and orange tartan trousers. However, he didn't have a band around his upper arm.

"Sorry about last night."

"It's fine. At Hogwarts, everyone learns in their first year. So it all gets passed around and questions are asked. People want to know what this score or that score might mean for them. Guess it's different here."

"Yes, it doesn't matter what score you get. Your taken to the centre you're registered to for the weekend. There everything is explained. We're registered between Greenland, Norway and England." Tabitha shrugged.

"Wonder what will happen with me. Never been to a centre, never registered on their radar. But we'll see after they double check the caste thing."

"No idea think it will depend on which school you end up at. I don't know about Se Ridica. But I do know they have someone from each organisation at Magere, because of the way you travel to the school." Tabitha expanded on.

"Will have to wait and see then."

"Just a bit, any idea who is coming and when?" Jakob asked.

"No idea. Can I ask about the colours and bands?"

"Sure. They are for the different schools. Euro-Glyth is an international school. I go to the school in Caceres in Spain by portkey. They are 2 hours ahead hence the early wake-up call. Tabitha goes to the school in Leeds in England. So has an hour before she has to portkey."

"I have to wear the band since I'm a Sprite. Jakob doesn't since he is human. Only magical creatures have to wear them so if there is a problem the teachers can tell who is who quickly."

"That makes sense."

"Doesn't it." Tabitha grinned as more and more people entered and left the dining room.

"Got to go, see ya." Jakob stood and headed out.

"He'll take a portkey from around the corner, mostly they just wear coats and boots before changing at the school. It's a lot warmer in Spain than here in Iceland. I'll do the same since while cold in Leeds nowhere near here."

"What you going to do until then?"

"I got some homework to finish and exams to study for."

"Go on I'll find Mary or something, see if we can put a silencing charm on my room. So I don't get woken at six and can maybe sleep till seven or something."

"Good luck."

Mary and Erlendur did agree to the silencing charm since there was no reason for him to be up at that time. There was a monitoring charm on all the younger kids rooms and Harry agreed for it to be placed on his while the silencing charm was on. Purely because it was the only way they were going to cast it in the first place.

A man from the Ministry of Denmark turned up just before lunch. Apparently, since Iceland was so small they fell under the Danish ministry. Thankfully the man spoke Icelandic since he was still learning to swap between that and English.

"What system are you under currently?"

"AMS, the family department."

"Hem, there are a few things that dictate what system and department you are under. Your family, gifts and even creature inheritance. There is a spell that we use, that assesses which system you are best under. It takes into account possible inheritances, gifts and your family."

"But what if you fall under one system for family, another for gifts and another for creature inheritances? We only hear about the family in England."

"Because England only talks about family and to a lesser extent gifts. They don't cover creature inheritances much for the care system. It is there but hidden from the government. For the spell precedence is given to gifts, then creatures then family." Harry nodded at that. "Now stand still, I'll cast the spell and a coloured glow will appear around you. We are hoping for the AMS red."

Harry didn't like how he ended that sentence. He glanced at the hostel head who was standing there with his arms crossed. Without another word, the ministry man cast the spell. Harry looked down at his arms. The glow wasn't red, it was orange.

"No!" he whispered. He was under the OSS.

"That is what we feared."

"Where are you going to take him?"

"I'll take him to the centre in Greenland for a full check-up, we'll have you back in a couple of days and will be in contact. Mr Potter, please pack enough clothes to last a couple of days."

"Go on Harry you'll be fine."

"OK." without another word he turned and ran up to his room. Deciding to use his school bag he started to put all his new clothes into the expanded bag. He only had enough to last him a few days as they were supposed to go shopping this weekend.

Once that was done he headed back down after locking his door and walked over.

"You'll want your coat and thermals, Mr Potter, it is as cold in Greenland as it is here in Iceland." without a word he turned and walked to get his coat. He had his thermal underclothes in the bag and was wearing his fleece stuff, thinking, for now, he would manage with just his coat and boots.

The cold was the first thing Harry registered about Greenland. It was a strange name for a frozen country. Thankfully the OSS Center was just around the corner and attached to the local magical hospital. The ministry worker explained he would stay at the centre but all his tests would be done at the hospital. Another thing Harry realised quickly was no one spoke Icelandic, forcing him to quickly learn to swap to English.

First, he was booked in and shown a room to stay in. Then he was assessed to see what department he fell under. This was followed up by a magical scan that Harry cringed away from. Accompanied by the doctors talking in rapid Danish. Before he was escorted back to his room and told to wait.

The next day and a half was a run of medical test after medical test. He quickly got to grips between swapping from Icelandic to English and back again. He would still need practice reading and writing but that wasn't a big problem. The Doctors did all the checks with non-magical equipment. Informing him it was partly because he was so powerful and partly because he was sensitive. They would not, however, tell him the results of all these tests and it wasn't until the end Harry found out why.

Friday 13th November

"Ready to go home." the main doctor who had been working with him, Dr Kai Vang, sat down as his medi-guard stood behind him. Dr Vang was tall with short brown hair, blue eyes and glasses. Harry had first seen him just after he arrived. He had been the one that had performed the magical test spell. Then ordered all those non-magical tests, performing some himself. His Medi-guard was called Alf Holst. Apparently, the two were good friends so Alf came to work with Dr Vang. This helped to keep him safe so he could focus on his patients. Alf, as he had asked to be called, was about the same height as Dr Vang and had short red hair and grey eyes.

"Guess but can you tell me what all this was about?"

"Yes, I can also tell you your new department. All the tests were to see how you were doing, we got a little before I had to stop the magical diagnostic. We didn't know how powerful you were or that you were sensitive. We would never have done that if we had known. Now it is documented that we only use magic in the most extreme circumstances."

"I've never had trouble with potions before. Madam Pomfrey has checked me. however, normally I'm unconscious when I end up seeing her from Quidditch or something."

"You have never had trouble with potions?" the doctor clarified.

"No, I've had pain potions from when I hurt my wrist and never felt anything but the reduction in pain. I also had the cold and flu once or twice and not had problems and still went to class."

"Good that's noted and we'll contact the school medi-witch for your file and the English branch of AMS."

"I've never seen anyone from AMS. I didn't register high enough for them to bother with me."

"That's going to change." Dr Vang's eyes darkened. "What we found will be enough to remove you from your family, permanently. You said you were currently staying at a Hostel."

"Yes, Lærer Little was worried when he came to our meeting at the state of my room and their attitude toward me."

"I probably don't have to tell you what we discovered then. You are underweight but not too much we are worried."

"I wasn't back at the Dursleys long enough, but also hadn't been back at Hogwarts long enough to fully recover from the summer. Though I did spend some time at my friend's house and that helped."

"You are however under-nourished and that is affecting your height and how much energy you have. We are going to prescribe some potions for it since you have never had a problem. Although if you do contact us and we'll give you something else. You are also going to be on a special diet. I'll be sending all this information back with you to the hostal and forwarding some to the Danish Ministry."

"I'm living in Iceland."

"That would put you under the Norwegian Ministry. Yet you are also an English resident which puts you under the British Ministry. Since that is three I think you would fall under the ICW personally. I have a contact there and will ask before sending anything." Dr Vang shook his head. "You are however missing all your vaccinations. You had the basics but not the follow-ups, as that was after your parents had died. We'll be doing those once a month over the course of the year. Whichever school you go to will either have to take you to have them done or do them themselves depending on where you go.

"We also found that the malnutrition is affecting your bones and how strong they are. That will be fixed with the potions and diet along with exercise. Have a rest to get the potions working until you go back to school and then build it up, again that will have to be you and the school working with us."

"OK, no exercise."

"Good. The next worrying thing was the number of bones you had broken in the past that haven't set right. I am guessing your guardians never took you to a doctor."

"No," Harry stated cautiously flinching at Alf's growl.

"They will need rebreaking and setting again. But that can't be done until you are at the correct weight and will need to be done in stages such as once a month. At Easter, I want you back here for another battery of tests. If all is clear then we'll look into fixing that. You have a high pain tolerance so the small pain you are feeling from them you're just not noticing. If we don't set them, you'll have problems later in life although I'm not too worried about that. The malnutrition concerns me the most right now."

"OK." Harry wasn't sure what to feel about the idea of having his bones re-broken but knew the doctor had good reasons for it.

"No the last bit is what I am most worried about. You gave us the list from Gringotts when you arrived."

"Yeh, I wasn't sure if it would help or not 'cause it had Dark Magic on the list, along with the gifts and creature inheritance. But I thought you might need to see it."

"We did due to that dark magic. We would have picked it up ourselves however it meant you didn't have to stay the week. We could look straight into it. What you have is a Horcrux, a part of someone's soul that has anchored itself to your scar. I believe it has to be Voldemort's."

"You said his name! Wait I have part of his soul in me." Harry's breathing shot up.

"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself and yes."

"Out, I need it out." Harry gasped shaking his head.

"Harry? Harry! Alf!" Harry heard the calling but couldn't respond. Voldemort was in his head. Harry just knew this was the reason the man had survived. He was keeping his parents killer alive just by living. He jumped as the arms circled around him.

"NO!" he fought trying to get out only the arms had a strong grip on him and wouldn't let him. They held strong as he fought and twisted not able to hear anything. Only the ringing in his ears until he was too tired to fight anymore.

"Harry, Harry, match your breathing to Alf's. Its fine I know it is a shock, just breathe. We can sort it. That piece has been there for years. It isn't bothering you right now. As a spirit, Voldemort can't do anything to you with it."

"Out." he sobbed.

"We can't until you get your weight up and it isn't safe right now. But it isn't affecting you. If you feel anything from it you need to let us know."

"When we are close I do."

"What do you mean?" Alf asked this time.

"He was possessing my teacher last year, I got headaches and sharp pains in my scar whenever he was close."

"But not right now."

"No."

"Good, tell someone if you do feel anything from it."

"How do we get it out?"

"Our best bet is the Goblins. However, they need you to wait to see if you go through any of these creature inheritances. Once all those on your list go inactive or carrier, it means you have finished. Then the Goblins can safely remove it. We could try with surgery if that doesn't work or it is too much magic for you as a sensitive. However, the Goblins way is safer and more successful. They would transfer it to another object and then destroy the object. After that, you would need a purification bath but we want you to go through one anyway. You'll become used to them as a Sensitive as it helps remove all the excess magic that you are clinging to, plus you will feel better."

"So wait."

"Only because it would do more harm than good right now. However, if you start feeling pain from it tell someone. We can then check and remove who or what is triggering it. We just need to hold out until we know what inheritance you can get. If we can't we'll remove it sooner. But it won't be as safe and could trigger you coming into a creature inheritance earlier, or block you from having the one you were supposed to at all. That would stop you from reaching your full magical potential."

Harrys mind went to the gold orb he still had. The shock he had felt at having the ability to become a sorcerer. Including the knowledge that he had been one of three at Hogwarts with that ability. He always hated standing out and been different. Although when that had nearly stopped him joining the Quidditch team, Oliver Wood had told him 'if not Ordinary why not extraordinary'. That it was OK to be different and stand out sometimes. That everyone was different, that there were different ideas of 'normal'. Including that everyone's 'normal' was different to someone else's.

"Alright," he whispered, they had to wait but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"I don't like it either. Still when the alternative is not reaching your potential and possible brain damage I'll take it," Alf stated from where he still had his arms and legs around him. Pinning him to the floor after his episode.

"Guess that is the better option." brain damage, maybe waiting wasn't so bad compared to that.

"Now have you had a panic attack like that before."

"Panic attack?"

"You panicked when we told you, quite normal and we were expecting something similar."

"No."

"Alright, the last big thing is we do have a way to remove the scars. If you want to think on that and when you are older we will be able to correct your eyes. For now, we'll get you new glasses, they will take a week to come. Since we're going to add some spells to help with being sensitive. You said you often got headaches both in defence and outside it." Harry nodded at that. "Next we do want to do a small bit of work on your teeth. All things considered, though they are in good shape.

"Now I'll give you some books on the care system and they'll teach you more about it at school. You're not that late learning, as most only found out in July, in England. So a little reading and you'll pick up everything else as it comes normally. Been put under the wrong system isn't going to affect you that much."

"But something is?"

"Harry you're powerful. But your also under the gifts department as a sensitive telepath. The only thing that could be worse for you is a sensitive empath. That means, particularly with how you grew up, that you're on watch."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you will be coming here at least once a week, most likely on the weekend so we can do a basic exam. Here we can check you're putting on weight and starting to grow along with talking to you. We need to make sure there are no effects from the potions and such. It will only take about a day and one night stop over. That room you stayed in, will be yours as long as you are registered to our clinic. We also have a band for you to wear on your wrist telling people you are registered here. We'll gather all your medical information and hold it. Unless you permanently transfer and register somewhere else. Don't worry the band will be invisible to non-magicals and won't get in the way."

"OK."

"Now I'll let Alf go through releasing you and I'll contact Mr Sigurdsson about picking you up, or sending you by portkey."

As Dr Vang walked off Harry looked up and saw Alf looking at him.

"You going to let me go?"

"Do you want me to?" the medi-guard responded with a question. Harry shrugged he was comfortable and it was probably the first time he had truly felt comfortable at being held like this.

"Harry there is nothing wrong in panicking, I was ready for it but waited to see if you would calm down yourself first. Everyone reacts differently and needs different things. You need to come to learn to adapt and accept it. It doesn't matter as much right now, but as you get older you feel what works for you. That will be something you learn about as you grow. For now, I think hugging or even this work so that will be what we use. Besides even your hostel head will restrain you if you need it. Some people need to be restrained to let out their emotions. Others it is because they are a danger to themselves, others around them or property.

"Now I'm going to release you bit by bit, don't move. If you do that is a sign your not ready and we'll sit a bit longer." Alf waited until he nodded before releasing his left leg and Harry trembled as he fought to stay still and breathe. Slowly Alf let him go and as he did Harry took some deep breaths. It was a strange feeling and somehow powerful as if Alf was trusting him to himself again. Harry didn't know how else to describe it.
Once he was free he slowly moved away but stayed on the floor, not able to remember how they had even got on the floor, to begin with.

"Alright?"

"Yeh, just strange." he felt calmer but also somewhat like he felt when the Dursleys had always sent him out the house. Free. But more so as Alf was trusting him not to panic again. But Harry knew should he do so from now on with that band there would be people there to grab him. He wasn't sure fully about being under the OSS but in some strange way he was relieved and didn't know why.

"Alright." Alf helped him stand as he saw Dr Vang come over smiling and holding the band.

"Here we go. Mr Sigurdsson is coming over this time. But from now on unless there is a problem you'll portkey. I've embedded that in the band and the password is Mchokichi, it is a type of tree so not something to come up in normal conversation."

"Mchokichi," Harry spoke slowly a few times to both remember it and get his tongue around the strange word. Thanks to learning Icelandic though he was getting better at that. Dr Vang handed the band over and Harry saw it was an orange colour and would fit tight to his wrist. On it, it had Greenland OSS clinic written in English along with the word sensitive.

"The words will read in each person's native language. The word sensitive is there to make sure they are careful about how much magic they use on you. How much you can tolerate will change as you grow and you'll build a resistance. However, there is always going to be some forms you can't tolerate. It may be healing spells or certain jinxes or curses. They'll just flood your system and make you pass out. Some will make you feel worse until you go through a purification bath and then you'll be fine. We'll set one up for when your hear next week so bring your swimming trunks with you."

"Em OK."

"Don't worry it will be me and Alf and we'll have full body wetsuits. I'm not sensitive but have been through them myself when learning how. So no worries it is just something different you are going to have to both learn to do yourself and get used to. But there are going to be times when you can't do them yourself and will need help. It can be hard for some people to except. Now shall we go find Mr Sigurdsson and then you can go home."

"OK."