the first spark of sensation his brain registered after emerging from that terrible dark tube was whiteness
bright white light seemingly from all angles filling his vision with no breaks. and then his senses seemed to kick on again and dark black appeared as well as thin black straight lines
tile
he was on a tile floor.. but why he pushed himself up growning and looking around he ruled his head where he lay on the floor. then he registered a voice. it seemed mumbled and distant yet far to loud and close at the sane time.
"uggggh" harry looked around taking in the room around him plenty of white tiles and black grout but that was it on the bare wall was an open door way with no door and further out he could make out chairs and a long counter some awful ashy plum colour you might see in a children's doctor's office or a cheap pizza place.
"what?" Harry looked around his eyes falling into Mr. Tonks
the older man laughed "I told you it was going to be difficult with three people apparition is quick but uncomfortable the more people the more uncomfortable and the more likely it can go wrong. I''m somewhat used to three people but not one being a muggle takes more power and more delicacies. not to mention if your not used to apparition like you two aren't it can be quite... well" and he gestures to the floor where aunt petunia is dry heaving.
"welcome, harry to Saint Mungos Hospital for magical maladies and injuries. Well let's give your aunt a minute shall we apparition is always hardest the first time. after that, it's not nearly as bad I promise."
"I HATE magic" muttered Petunia darkly before putting a hand on her knee and standing up. she looked around blinking rapidly." so this is it then..." she looked over at Harry. "she...your mother mentioned this place when I saw her after your birth. seems hospital is a universal standard than good, I always pictured a bunch of people like that oddball headmaster of yours running about half melted with rabbit ears or some such rot.""Well, it is like that some days here, my wife is a healer here and some of the things she talks about... well...I'm muggle born you know, and I've been in the Wizarding world for over 40 years now and I still find some aspects of it unbelievable. magical accidents are one of them they can be wild and inexplicable events. come on we should get this show started" and he gestures to them to the other room and the long hideous purple counter, where a bored matronly-looking witch sits waiting for her next interaction.
"Ted? What's this then, do I need to tell? Andy about a hidden family?" the welcome witch said this with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
"err.. no ..no, this is a client and his muggle guardian. he needs an OPCEC scan and I volunteered to come and assist as they don't know what to ask for or how to get in here.
"hmmmm alright then, spell damage! 4th floor."
" alright let's go the lifts are this way." Mr. Tonks gestures for them to follow as he walks to the lifts.
a short journey later they stand before a counter much the same as the one on the ground floor but this time an ashy red with decorative bars running horizontally across it one a light and the other a darker bronze.
Mr.Tonks walked up to the counter and spoke to the young healers' aide there whose eyes flicked from the older man to Harry's eyes and then to somewhere on his forehead followed by returning to the lawyer in front of her.
" of course, I understand just follow me to a room and then I'll get healer tonks for you,
HI, Harry nice to see you again didn't think I would for some time you know?." at this Harry. nods and smiles.
"so. you do remember me? good I didn't think you actually would."
"of course I remember you, Natalie Atwood, Ravenclaw, 7th year prefect you helped me and my friends find the charms practice hall, and you showed my friend Hermione the most well-lit spot in the library" It's good to see you again I'm glad to see you got a job so easily I've heard it can be difficult for muggle-borns."
"yeah, but there's a shortage of healers in Britain so they can't discriminate too much right now, well here we are room 416. healer Tonks should be along shortly. Have a good day Harry." with that the young woman walked away leaving the group in the exam room."so?" asked Harry. "Your wife is a mind healer?""Oh, yes, the Black family have a long and storied history in mind magic. but she is a general healer. Wizarding equivalent of a family doctor. it's just she has a specialization in mind magic. they aren't common afflictions so no healer only works in mind healing. I have no doubt she's going to give you a full diagnostic whether you want one or not". at this, a quick knock at the door preceded a middle-aged woman with long black hair set loose in wild curls, her skin pale and her sharp chin combined well with her regal bearing and domineering presence made healer Andromeda Tonks the picture of aristocratic perfection.
"so?" she said sharply. "after nearly 12 years of failed effort my dear missing cousin is the one to find me rather than I, him." the woman entered the room slowly speaking low and slowly and when she reached Harry, she bent straight at the hip showing both grace and flexibility, down to his level while cocking an eyebrow and scanning him with her eyes. "you look much like your father, a shame too he was a tatty little thing at your age as well. but your eyes.. your eyes are a bright reflection of a woman whom I loved like a younger sister..despite her faulted taste in men." at this she smirked. Hello Harry. I doubt you remember me but I am your cousin or rather Aunt Andromeda as your mother referred to me. And I have been looking for you since 1981. it was I who was next in line after the Longbottoms and my idiot cousin Sirius. it is wonderful to see you. but now is not to time or place for a reconciliation, no, now tell me why you are here."
Harry stared up at the woman who had straightened up midway through her introduction."errrrrrr."
"Oh how loquacious you are, truly stunning" Andromeda stared at Harry blankly.
"Right. errr.well, ummm, my familiar seems to think I'm under the effect of the powerful mind magic of some kind.""You're familiar?""Yes," Harry nods. "Smara, she's a basilisk I met at Hogwarts. She used to belong to Salazar Slytherin. Apparently, I can speak to her because I'm a parstlemouth. at least that's the word my friend Ron used."Andromeda stared dumbstruck at Harry and then looked between the two adults."r-really?""Well," said Ted. " I haven't seen her, as Smara is very protective of Harry, so he leaves her in his room when stepping out into Wizarding Society. She mistook a cuff on the head by his uncle during an argument as lethal intent and petrified him. which is a skill basilisks have apparently." well then." Andromeda said," Nonplussed I-I Sup-pose, you'll need an OPCEC scan then. " ok, we can do that. how about I do a full diagnostic while we're at it, hmm?""sounds good to me. I've only had one mass diagnostic spell used on me before, and that was by the WCPO head when she interviewed me.Andromeda gets a scroll of parchment, a long pure black quilt, and a lot of ink so deeply red it looks black. after seeing these on a table in the room and tapping them in sequence she turned to harryamd wordlessly pressed her wand to.him stating at his naval she worked her way up pressing the tip of her woman into certain areas of his body ending by pressing it just above his manubrium and leaving it there. while this is going on the quill is writing at an insane pace so fast it amazed harry that the parchment hadn't run out but harry remembered that it was probably enchanted to increase its size when need be. after about a minute of the wand poking him under his throat, she removed her wand and held it just at his temple.
"Harry, I'm about to start your OPCEC scan. I warn you because this can get rather intense if you are indeed under the effect of magic manipulating your thoughts. any questions before I start?"
"What does opcec mean? for a start, " Harry said, kind of exasperatedly.
"ahh yes a fine starting point. well, if you were a bit older, you might recognize it from its muggle mitary origins. the process was mastered and taught by an American muggle-born healer who was in a muggle conflict in the 70's after all
it simply stands for operational security. I have no idea why the man changed the S to a C, however, but Magicals don't always make the most sense. In any case, the scan is simply for making sure your mind is working correctly. under only your influence, it detects all potions curses charms. spells, and incantations you are currently under as most potions and spells are detectable.in your magical signature for around a month, we should have an easy time detecting all things that entered your system during the last weeks of school, and if said spells or potions were meant to affect you the whole summer then you should see these things immediately.so with that information, Harry, are you ready to proceed? it doesn't hurt per se, but if you are under the effects of anything affecting your mind or brain, then when the purge happens at the end of the scan, certain magics tend to fight back."
Harry was silent for a moment while taking in and sorting this new information. staring into the room while deep in his thoughts, when an uncertain voice speaks up."
"What do you mean by fights back?" Petunia Dursley spoke quietly while looking at the healer.
" Hmmmm, you can think of magic as alive. an animal or person without form or function we as witches and wizards give that life both a structure where once there was nothing. magic does not like it. It is sentient in a way independent from ourselves. That's why magic can act on its own when a magical faces extreme moments of anger or danger. tell me Mrs. Dursley
what do you do when you are in the midst of an activity you adore and someone comes along and tries to remove you from it?"
"Ide struggle and argue to remain until I was done," Petunia said, eyebrows scrunched in thought.
as does magic. ESPECIALLY mind magic, you can say that mind magic is the most intelligent firm of magic it feeds and leeches off not only the caster but also the target of the Magic it wants to stay and do what it was given form and function to do. this scan and the purge will force thematic away from its target. a weak caster and target, and the magic would fall away easily. but the castor would be Albus Dumbledore, and the target is you, Harry, just standing. here I can tell that you are powerful, especially for an 11-year-old, let's see here." she extended her wand and tapped his head, and a bright white 860 appeared above the wand that looked to be made of smoke."Yes, see you almost at 900. For a point of reference, Harry, the average for a magical adult in Britain is 1000. I'm considered a powerful witch at 1200, and Albus Dumbledore is said to be around 3000. you, an eleven-year-old scrawny boy, are already almost as powerful as 80 percent of the adult magical population. you are powerful, and whatever ever if any magic has you, you will not want to let you go."
"Well...let's not waste time then do the scan and the purge," Harry said with a face full of grim determination.
Andromeda looked over at Petunia "your his guardian. Currently, I need your permission."
Petunia looked between Harry and the healer for a long second before heaving a deep sigh. "Do it."
"Omnibus Morbis cerebri deprehendere"
Andromeda said this calmly while circling Harry's head with her wand for 5 seconds and then flicking the wand down onto a sheet of parchment where words began forming a long list. horrifyingly long list. she then flicks the wand back up and shout "EXPURGATE".
Harry then tensed up his hands flying to his head as he screamed loud and sharp into the exam room Andromeda spun and sent several spells at the door and walls as Harry continued to scream.
to Harry, the world was black fire white hot pain behind his eyes a needle driven into the very core of his soul and made to explode in a conflagration of misery and pain. and then nothing no pain no fear no light no thought no sensation and in that moment all of existence stopped to him.
Andromeda scaned Harry and seemed relieved.
"he's just asleep his brain had to essentially do a hard reset" she glanced at the list" had to figure out how to be function without all that directing him. it's amazing he was able to do what he did any normal wizard or witch would be little more than a drone stumbling from place to place on a preconceived path. we'll let him sleep for an hour then come and wake him up and I'll read the finding but just a glance unless that old bearded bastard is lucky or somehow erased the signature from the magics hell not only lose custody of harry. he'll face Azkaban.
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