"I'm telling you Albus, there is something not right with that boy." The voice stopped Harry in his tracks.
"Oh please Severus, Harry is just a normal child- though very mature for his age," Dumbledore brushed off effortlessly. Harry pressed his body against the stone and turned his head to hear around the hallway's corner better. Snape just scoffed.
"Yes, and it's completely normal to wear gloves constantly- even in the spring months."
"I heard he was particularly hesitant of germs," Albus hummed amusingly. Harry suppressed a snort. That rumor had been all Hermione.
"Albus, listen to me. In our private lessons, I saw something. Something deep and dark and very curious indeed." This made Dumbledore pause.
"Go on…" Snape looked around before lowering his voice to a hush whisper.
"He has seen so many things. So so many things. Some of them haven't even happened- so many deaths. I am worried. His mind fully believes they have happened, even if the person is clearly alive." Harry's body stiffened as dread filled him. Dumbledore turned very serious.
"What are you proposing, Severus?" Snape hesitated for a brief moment.
"I think he needs to be taken to a mind healer."
Harry didn't stick around to hear the rest of that conversation.
