Title: Kiss.

Author: AspergianStoryteller.

Genre: Supernatural/General.

Summary: When a dementor tried to Kiss Harry Potter, it got more than it bargained for. And Harry did not walk away unaffected. Don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 12: Serious Breakfast.

Actually, I think I'll write a letter.

Hermione heeded Ron's words this time and didn't argue about Harry trying to make Sirius stay away any more.

The next conversation that morning started when Ron mentioned that he'd had a horrible dream that night and reckoned it might make for good Divination homework. Then Neville, overhearing this said that he'd had a nightmare too and Hermione noticed Harry going pale.

'Harry?'

'You too Harry? What are the chances?'

When Neville turned his attention back to a book Hermione confirmed her suspicion.

'Harry, was your nightmare unusual?'

He didn't answer. His silence was spoke for him.

Hermione squeezed his hand briefly. 'It's going to be alright Harry. You should see the Headmaster about it. He'll know what to do.'

'For once I agree,' Ron added. Blimey, this breakfast was rather serious so early into the year.

'Mr. Potter.'

They looked up to see Professor McGonagall standing by the table.

'Come to my office after breakfast.'

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'Sit.'

Harry sat. Did Professor McGonagall know about last night already? She'd already told him off for fighting yesterday.

'... What Mr. Malfoy said was inappropriate but resorting to violence is not the answer Mr. Potter. Behave for Madame Pomphrey tonight, and don't take Mr. Malfoy's words to heart. They are not true.'

'I believe the Headmaster told you last term to expect a trip to the hospital?'

Oh it was this? 'Yeah. He said I should expect a visit to the magical one, St. Mungo's.'

'That's the one. An appointment has been scheduled for you at ten o clock this Saturday. I imagine it may take an hour or two at most and as your Head of House, I will be escorting you.'

'... Okay. Thanks. Um, how are we getting there? I don't know where St. Mungo's is. Will we fly?'

'St. Mungo's hospital is in London and we will floo from Hogwarts Hospital Wing. Now before you leave, has anything unusual happened to you since school finished last year?'

Harry told her what he had been experiencing during the last bit of term and the holidays (minus the time-traveling and the finer details of his conversation with Viktoria), what being near the Dark Mark had evoked (feeling rather uncomfortable repeating this), the feeling he'd noticed around Moody and when the Killing Curse was demonstrated (Professor McGonagall had a troubled expression here), and finally what had happened early in the morning.

The Transfiguration teacher had gone as pale as Harry did.

'... Very well. If this happens again do not hesitate to inform me or Madame Pomphrey immediately.'

'Professor? I'm-I'm not becoming like a dementor, am I?' Harry's voice was very small.

Minerva noticed this and put on a brave face. 'I do not believe you are in danger of that Mr. Potter. I don't know what is happening, but I'm sure the healers at St. Mungo's will sort it out.' Please let them sort it out soon.

'Good. Hey, do St. Mungo's have that doctor/patient confidentiality thing? I'm not going to end up being like, studied?'

'The healers will take notes for medical purposes but no further studies should be made without your consent. And what happens during your visit is private.'

Harry was relieved.

'If that is all, you may leave Mr. Potter, but stop by the Hospital Wing for some chocolate.'

Harry stood up and and went for the door. 'At this rate I'm going to get fat Professor. I hope I can still fly.'

'You'll be fine. Go and gain some weight.'

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*Quoted from the book.* What do you think? Sorry if it seems like I'm rushing over things, I just don't see much point in rewriting stuff that's going to be the same as cannon. Tell me if I can improve that. Thanks for reading!