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When they reached Harry's room, there was already a Healer in there with a look of shock on her face. "Hi, um… are we in the wrong room?" Remus asked the Healer.
"No, no, not at all, hi, I'm Healer Katasha Peorana, and I'm Harry's Healer, and you must be Mr. Remus Lupin, am I right?" the Healer greeted them standing up from the bed as Harry climbed into it.
"Yes, that's me, so what happened?" Remus asked, taking a seat in the chair on the right side of Harry's bed.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out myself, all I know was that I asked to see what was bothering him and he yelled no at me and that he wanted Moony and Padfoot. I don't know why he did that, but the next thing I knew was that he was running away," Healer Peorana informed the lycanthrope.
"Okay, um… all I know is that Harry came running out crying and I caught him before he left. I asked him what was wrong and he said it was too scary, but from what you told me, I have no clue why it would be scary, sorry about that," Remus apologized. What in Merlin's name was truly going on?
"It's fine, let's try this again, Harry, can you show me what's wrong?" Healer Peorana asked.
Harry looked at Remus, sighed, then turned around to show the Healer the massive cut on his back. She gasped and asked "What? How? Who?". She was truly shocked.
"Don't take me away from Moony and Padfoot, they are good not mean. My aunty and uncle are the mean ones. Please don't take me away from Moony and Padfoot," Harry cried, making it all the obvious why he was scared. Poor Harry, don't worry buddy, Moony and Padfoot are here to stay.
"Don't worry, Harry, now that you're away from your aunt and uncle there will be no need to take Moony and Padfoot away. Is this all?" the healer asked. Harry shook his head and proceeded to show the healer his front, the same response came, but without the "who?".
"That must really hurt, okay, so here's the first step, I'm going to get you a pain relieving potion drip, and I'll do a spell to make sure there aren't any broken ribs in there, okay?" the healer asked, Harry nodded his head, and the healer left the room.
"Moony, what's a poshin?" Harry asked as soon as the healer left the room.
"A potion, Harry, is a liquid that can have various effects on your body, for example the one this lady's going to give you will help relieve your pain, okay?" Remus explained.
"Okay," Harry responded as the healer came in with a sparkling purple potion in a bag with tubes and a machine and needles. Harry looked petrified.
The lady from earlier came in and had a machine with her and something sparkly purple in a bag with tubes, this must be the poshin, and needles! No! No, no, and no! Not going to happen! I don't care whether Moony's here or not, this isn't going to happen!
"Harry, this may hurt a little, but just a pinch okay?" the healer asked. No, not okay. Harry nodded his head even though he wanted to shake it.
"Harry, make a big fist, like you're going to hit your aunt and uncle, okay? Then, look at Mr. Lupin, okay?" the healer asked. Harry did as he was told. Moony grasped his free hand and Harry squeezed it, he wasn't going to let go even if his life depended on it. The lady poked her finger at his arm, then she cleaned it, and finally, owwie! Owwie! She didn't make it better, she gave me another boo-boo. Harry tightened his grip on Moony's hand as the lady completed what she needed to do.
"All done, you were very good," the lady told him. Really? All done? No more owies from these people?
"Good job, kiddo. I'm so proud of you," Remus congratulated him. I made Moony proud!
"All right, this spell may tingle a little, but nothing else," the lady told him. After that, I don't care about tingling. I can do it! I can do anything, even conquer the world, if I was a meanie like Dudley! Harry nodded and the healer waved her wand over him. Soon, a picture came out of the end of it, Harry had seven broken ribs.
"I'm sorry, but it appears that you have broken your ribs, but I can't fix them until we get those big boo-boos fixed, okay?" the lady asked. Harry was fine with this and he nodded his head.
"Mr. Lupin, may I speak with you out in the hall?" Healer Peorana asked. What's the matter? Is there anything worse? Will Harry die? Can they not fix something?
"Sure. Kiddo, I'll just be out in the hall speaking with your healer, okay? Why don't you try to get some sleep?" Remus asked. Harry nodded before dozing off to sleep. Remus quietly stood up and followed the healer out into the hall.
"Alright, so there's something I need to tell you and Mr. Black," the healer started before Sirius showed up. What was wrong with Harry?
"Alright, about Harry, upon further investigation, we've come to the conclusion that he'll need to see a specialist who will then perform a surgery to fix the massive cuts, as soon as there's room available on that floor, we'll make sure to bring him up," the healer informed them. What? Surgery? But how? A specialist? Dursleys! Why I ought to…
"Okay, when will he be informed?" Remus asked, running his hand through his hair.
"As soon as he…" the healer started before being interrupted by Harry.
"Moony!" Harry called from his room. The three adults went into the room and saw Harry laying in his bed.
"Hey, Prongslet, how are you doing?" Padfoot asked Prongslet.
"Padfoot!" the young boy yelled in excitement.
"Yeah," Pads responded.
"Moony, Padfoot, I'm sore," Harry told the two men.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Prongslet, is it any better?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, a little," Harry sighed.
"Harry, I need to tell you something," Healer Peorana started before being asked to go out into the hall.
The healer came back in and continued what she was saying, "Harry, you're going to need to see a specialist and have surgery to fix your massive boo-boos, in fact we're going to move you up there right now," the lady told him. A what?! Surgury?! Dudley had to have a surgury once, he didn't like it very much.
Several minutes later, they were on the third floor of St. Mungo's. Moony had never been to this floor before, but Sirius did. In fact, this was where his fear of Healers first stemmed from. He was six or seven years old and his blasted mother insisted that he get a surgery that he refused to. She made him have a surgery that made his legs paralyzed for several months, she was a nasty woman, and this was all because he had the dignity to stand up for what was right. He hated having to see Healers ever since.
"Moony, why do I have to? I'm scared," Harry questioned the lycanthrope who was sitting next to him reading a book.
"Well, don't you want to feel better?" Remus asked.
"Yeah, but why surgury?" he asked.
"There's no other way, sorry, cub," Remus responded. Man, how I wish there was another way. Soon, after a middle-aged male Healer with green eyes and brown hair came in.
"Hello, I'm Healer Jackson Danktos, and I'll be Harry's surgeon. What's going to happen is that I'll put Harry under the anesthesia spell and fix his injuries," Healer Danktos asked before walking over to Harry's gurney bed and asking "Ready?"
"Mmhmm," Harry answered as Healer Danktos rolled him off to surgery.
Remus and Sirius paced about the room for a good solid hour and a half. Before, Healer Danktos returned. "Alright, so I have good news and I have bad news. Good news the surgery was a success. Bad news, Harry will most likely not fully recover for at least another several months. Though some more good news is that when he's awake, after making sure everything's okay, and giving you at home instructions, you can take him home. Alright, that's enough talking I'm sure you want to go see him," the Healer told them as he led them to the recovery room Harry was in.
When they got there, Harry was already awake and sitting up. "Moony! Padfoot!" Harry yelled for them.
"Hey, kiddo, how are you doing?" Moony asked.
"Sore, can we go home Moony, Padfoot?" he responded groggily.
"Sorry, Prongslet, not yet your healer hasn't released you yet," Padfoot answered.
Soon, Healer Danktos came back in with instructions and supplies for the two men. "Alright, so everyday before Harry goes to bed and first thing in the morning, have him take a bath with these bath salts. They'll sting him a little, but the results are well worth it. Also, wash his body with this potion as well as a gentle soap. I recommend asking Madam Pomfrey for her homemade soaps or at least the recipe. She makes the best in my opinion, though she does come in a close second with Mr. Lovegood's handmade homemade herbal soap. Do the bath salts for three days and the potion for eight. When he's out of the bath cover him with this salve, it will also sting, but just a little, then cover with soaked dittany and let the dittany dry for thirty-five seconds before bandaging it and putting the brace on, do this for eight to twelve days three times a day. No horseplaying until he feels 100% better. Also, give him a pain reducing potion three to four times a day. No apparting at all until a week after he feels 100% better. If it doesn't get any better within three days or if it worsens, floo call me immediately, any questions?" Healer Danktos instructed. They didn't have any, so Harry changed back into his normal day time clothes and they left St. Mungo's together hand in hand. They were going to take a taxi back to their new home.