Verander

“Potter, Harry.” The man standing at the front of the waiting room called, his eyes scanning the small sea of people crowed together until they landed on me. He smiled and waved his hand, motioning for me to follow him. I stood up, my feet seeming to weigh a thousand pounds as I moved to obey, conscious of the curious glances that watched me go.

I followed the man down a short hallway, the glossy white walls shining bright under the florescent lights, a deceitful illusion hiding the darkness that so many faced after taking the fateful walk of doom. I could practically smell the end of my existence approaching as the man directed me into a small examining room.

“Put this robe on and have a seat on the table.” the man said cheerfully, thrusting a pale blue robe at me. “The healer will be right with you.”

I watched him go, shutting the door as he left. A sense of finality settled over me as I stripped my clothes and slipped on the scanty robe.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, and in the Wizarding World no less! Everything had happened so fast, the search and ultimate destroying of the horcruxes, the final battle with Voldemort, the surprisingly fierce following battles with death eaters, all of it had distracted me from the fact that the Wizarding World was slowly dying.

Not even counting the multitude of people who had died during the Second War, crime and suicide rates had sky rocketed as people lost loved ones and became destitute. Murders and self defense killings also increased due to the heightened crime. And in the moments when it looked like the Dark side might actually win, The Minister of Magic had foolishly allowed Witches to flee with their children to the muggle world in exchange for their magic as well as their memory.

I sighed as I plopped down on the bed, it was all so unfair. I had saved all of their ungrateful asses and was still being subjected to being poked and prodded to find out if I was fit breeding stock. It just wasn’t right.

“Hello Mister Potter,” A cheerful female voice said from the doorway. She smiled as she made her way over to me.

“I’m Doctor Lane and I’ll be examining you today.” The happiness in her voice made me nauseous, and for an instant I thought I was going to be sick all over her white Healer robes.

“You’ve been having abdominal pains, is that right Mr. Potter?” She asked, and I could tell she was trying to hide the pure pleasure in her voice. Harry Potter: a breeder. I could see the headlines now. This time I hoped I would get sick all over her robes.

“Yes,” I replied curtly, letting the annoyance seep into my voice.

“And this was after you took Abeoserum?”

I nodded ‘yes‘, my lips set in a firm line.

“And your regular healer referred you to me, correct?” I couldn’t stop my face from contorting with aggravation. We both knew why I was here, couldn’t she just get on with it?

“Yes, he did.” She nodded slowly, writing on her clip board and I sighed, no such luck.

“Why don’t you lean back and we can get started, hmm?” She smiled in a way I could only assume she meant as reassuring. It wasn't. None the less, I obeyed, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

She held her wand over my stomach, mumbling words I couldn’t understand as she waved it slowly back and forth over my body. Light blue smoke started to emerge from the tip of her wand and her eyes widened. The smoke slowly started to get lighter until it appeared to be a white powder, floating carelessly in the air.

She let her arm drop, and under any other circumstance I would have laughed at the look in her eyes. They were wider than I thought human eyes could even get, and they had a crazed look to them.

“I didn’t believe it at first.” She whispered, “I just knew he must have been mistaken.” She looked down at me again.

“Do you know what this means?” She asked me excitedly.

I sighed, “Yes, I think I have a fairly good guess.”

And with that, my already unstable life changed…again.