บท 62: The Healing Touch
"I know," Harry agreed. "But it will also send a sign: it will show the world that I don't agree with the way they treat werewolves. Remus is one of the best people I know and knew in the past. Having it clear now that I don't agree will work well in the future; I plan to make things better and getting it out there now will be beneficial for building bridges later. Although his influence in the werewolf community is small, it could be useful."
"I see, you've thought about this," Ragnok acknowledged.
"I'm trying to plan ahead," Harry said in a wry voice. "He should also be a calming influence on Sirius, which is a benefit."
"And if the critics use his creature status to weaken Sirius' claim?" Ragnok asked.
"Then they show their hand and loose Remus' support; they come out of this looking like the bad guys," Harry smirked.
"I'm impressed," Ragnok said as the door opened. Healer Maeve opened the door then and entered.
"Mr. Lupin is asleep. His results left him upset and I gave him something to calm himself. He is currently sleeping," Maeve said.
"So he was dosed?" Harry asked.
Maeve gave him a look. "I cannot discuss a patient's health with you, Little Lord."
"I understand," Harry said. "Thank you for helping him."
"It is my duty and honour to help those who need it," Maeve said.
Eventually Harry left after passing a few more minutes talking to the couple. He told them of his plans for Sirius and bringing him in for a medical scan as soon as he could. Seeing how he had to wait for Remus, Harry wandered back to the Leaky Cauldron, making sure to keep his hood up as he strolled.
Wandering past Flourish and Blotts, Harry saw something that made him do a double take. Two weeks today, apparently 'The Great' Gilderoy Lockhart would be in store, signing his latest book. Harry snorted - he had forgotten about that peacock. He wondered if he would still be hired before another stray thought hit - Tom's diary. The expletives Harry let out would have made Phineas Black proud.
Returning to his room, Harry knew he needed to be in Diagon Alley in two weeks. He needed that book.
Sitting there, Harry was drawn out of his thoughts by the tapping of an owl. Letting in the fluffy bird, Harry watched as Hedwig puffed up in response before they greeted each other. Harry had felt bad for his old friend; this year he had no reason for the bird, however he did try to visit her when he could.
Taking the letter from the delivery bird, Harry gave him a few treats and saw that Neville had written to him.
Hey Harry,
So how's your summer so far ? My gran has been trying to get me some tutors for Charms and Transfiguration.
She said that you're welcome to come over whenever you want, for as long as you like. I think she's proud of the fact I'm you're friend, to be honest.
I don't think she can actually believe the fact that I have three whole friends; she always did think I was "a bit soft".
But she's been nicer this summer. So please come soon!
And remember, if you need anything this summer, just write.
Neville
Harry smiled at the letter; Neville really was a good friend. Grabbing a piece of parchment, Harry wrote a reply.
Hey Neville,
I'm glad your summer is going okay. Mine has been interesting; I promise that I will tell you all about it soon - in person!
It probably won't be until next week, but I will see you soon.
And take your own advice; I'm always here if you want to talk.
Harry
Waiting for Remus the next day, Harry was anxious to see the changes in the wolf. What he got was not what he expected. Remus looked healthy; at least, he looked healthier than Harry had ever seen. His normally wan skin looked healthy, his scars were less pronounced, his hair was thicker, and the grey dramatically reduced.
"So I take it your health visit revealed some things?" Harry said after Remus followed him up to his room.
Remus looked at the small boy and snorted. "You have your mother's gift for the understatement, Harrison," Remus said, sitting down.
"You know my name?" Harry asked, shocked. Nobody had ever called him Harrison.
"I helped your mother pick it. Your father wanted Harold, but she was determined not to settle you with 'an old man name'," Remus said.
"I've never been called anything but Harry. Well, for a few years I was Freak or Boy, but never Harrison," Harry admitted. He liked his name, but it was foreign to him. Even after everything he had done since coming back, he still felt like Harry. He wasn't yet Harrison - then again, Harry thought with a flinch, would Harry have really turned Hermione into the shell she was now?
Remus flinched. "Your relatives - Petunia?" he asked, mistaking Harry's flinch about Hermione for one about his relatives.
"A rather unpleasant woman," Harry said, focusing back on Remus.
"You're a peculiar eleven year old," Remus said. Harry's scent was full of mixed emotions, unusual for a child.
"So what happened with your results?" Harry eventually asked.
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