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 14: St. Mungo's.

Professor McGonagall threw a hand full of floopowder in and called out 'St. Mungo's Patient Entrance!'

Harry tumbled out of the fireplace. His floo entrance was one of several, each with its own gym-mat landing pad and the floo entrance/exit zone made up a cleared corner of a large reception area. The rest of the room was full of people reading old magazines and sitting on rickety chairs, sporting a variety of odd magical ailments. Some looked pretty normal, others, however, had extra limbs upon them, horns, green spots, expelled red gas and flashed through the visible color spectrum and out of it. People in lime green robes crested with a crossed bone and wand walked around making notes on clipboards and asking questions.

Harry joined Professor McGonagall in the queue to the enquiries desk, looking around the notices and health related posters. There was portrait of a witch who had been both a healer and Hogwarts Headmistress in her time; she smiled at Harry and the Professor. No one paid them much mind in the noise and crowd, but Harry was still thankful for the old gardening cap on his head.

'Professor McGonagall and Hogwarts student for Ten o Clock appointment.'

The blond welcomewitch at the desk looked at the appointments diary and told them to go to the 1st floor- Creature-Induced Injuries. They journeyed through double doors, up stairs and past portraits and candles encased within crystal bubbles to another information desk where a healer pointed them towards a Minors Ward. This turned out to be colorful room with hospital beds taking up one half and a play/reading area the other. Harry and Professor McGonagall sat down on chairs and waited to be seen.

There were only a couple of little kids there that morning, both asleep.

'Professor McGonagall and Harry Potter?' A young man of fair complexion had entered the Ward. 'I'm Healer Nathaniel Pye. This way please.'

He lead them into a small office that resembled the standard, except for the magical effects and toys.

'Good morning Professor, Harry. I've read your medical file before hand, nearly gave me a heart attack, but I'd like to hear a first hand account from you. I promise that it's perfectly safe for you to talk, and I need an honest and full account so you can be treated properly.'

Feeling reassured, and a bit strange, Harry told Healer Nathaniel about his injuries sustained at school, and when prompted, his lifestyle in and out of school, and finally the symptoms from the dementor attack. After this, he was given a series of magical scans, weighed and measured, ('...' 'It's nothing I haven't seen before Mr. Potter.')gave a blood sample, demonstrated his spell casting, and undertook a few psychological tests that included deciphering random black shapes on cards.

'I'll admit this is largely uncharted territory we're dealing with,' Healer Nathaniel told them, 'But we should have most results sorted out by next week upon your return. For the remainder of this visit though, I'd prescribe basic physical dementor therapy.' Harry spent the next forty minutes nibbling chocolate and playing with the two little kids under the silvery light of first Healer Nathaniel then Professor McGonagall's patroni. The children introduced themselves as Winston and Sarah, seven and five years old, both bitten by spiders. They loved the pretty silver animals and were indulged in a quiet catch the patroni game.

It worried Harry that the patroni alternately soothed and stung him. It might have worried the adults too, but they concealed it fairly well.

'What creature got you Harry?' Sarah asked.

'I was attacked by dementors,' he answered.

'What's dementors?'

'They guard Azkaban,' said Winston. 'They keep criminals locked up.'

'Yeah, and they're very scary,' said Harry. 'Tall and dark, they eat up happiness. If they Kiss you, well, it's not nice. I feel sorry for the criminals.'

'That's horrible!' Sarah exclaimed. 'Is that why you're here, Harry? To get your happiness back? I'll share mine!' She hugged Harry tightly and kissed his cheek.

Minerva and Healer Nathaniel smiled at the childrens' kindness and at Harry's surprised, red face.

'Thanks Sarah. That helps.'

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By the time they had rested up, it was nearly Twelve o Clock and time to return to school.

'Bye Harry! See you later!'

'Bye guys.'

'See you next week! Lunch time for you two.'

'Yay!'

'Are you alright Professor?'

Said Professor was looking a bit tired. 'I'm quite alright Mr. Potter.'

'Okay. Um, thanks for taking me here and doing your patronus. I'm sorry you had to give up your spare time for me.'

'Think nothing of it Mr. Potter.' They went down the stairs. 'This is simply a part of my responsibilities as a teacher.' She smiled. 'It beats marking essays.'

Getting a hospital check up and dementor treatment worked up an appetite, and the two of them were looking forward to a Hogwarts lunch when they got back.

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*Quoted from the book.* What do you think? Does anyone seem ooc so far? Thanks for reading and Merry Christmas!