Saving Jennifer
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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1,882
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2
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The Abandonment
Chapter 2 The Abandonment
Less than two hours later, the priest ushered Jennifer’s parents back into Dr. Griffin’s office. After sitting the distraught couple down in the waiting area, he made his way over to the secretary’s desk.
Bending over, he whispered, “Would you tell Dr. Griffin I need a few minutes of time alone with him?”
Marge looked up into the man’s conniving face, imagining she had seen it on a most-wanted poster at some point in time. “Maybe it’s just the way he looks and acts,” she thought. Whatever it was, Marge felt very uneasy about the man. She couldn’t help but believe there was a great deal of devious scheming going on behind his beady little eyes. Marge nodded her head, although she would have liked nothing more than to tell the man to pack up his shit and vacate the premises.
A short while later, Dr. Griffin opened the door to the waiting room. “The paperwork should be ready shortly,” he genially told the threesome, as he continued walking toward his inner-office door.
The priest jumped to his feet and murmured something to Jennifer’s parents. The man then turned and quickly made his way over to the secretary’s desk, where she was saying something to Dr. Griffin.
The large psychiatrist turned around to face the priest. “You wished to speak with me?” he asked.
“Yes,” the priest said with a leer. “We should discuss Jennifer’s treatment.”
Dr. Griffin discerned a great deal from the man’s facial expression and tone of voice. The uneasiness he felt earlier about the man was nothing compared to what he sensed now. The psychiatrist raised his hand and pointed toward the door of his office.
“Jennifer’s treatment, you said?” Dr. Griffin began, after shutting his office door. “Is there something else I should know?”
“Doctor Griffin,” the man began, clasping his two hands at chest level, as if begging. “We are both professional men tending to broken and evil minds, each in his own way.”
At first, the good doctor was going to motion the man to take a seat but listening to the priest’s opening statement, he reckoned it best to remain standing. The sooner he could rid himself of this mischievous and devious little man the better. Dr. Griffin nodded his head.
“Jennifer is such a deceitful, disturbed young girl. Her evil mind invents the most outlandish stories . . . so evil and so repugnant. Surely you will be able to sort them out?”
Dr. Griffin found it hard not to smile at the man’s seemingly desperate admonition. Obviously, there was much the man wished to conceal.
“I’ve had to deal with a number of very repugnant beings in my years of practice, Father . . . I assure you. You wanted to ask something about Jennifer’s course of treatment?”
The man nodded his head and seemed eager to add his suggestions. “Of course, you will certainly use shock treatments. I understand they can be very effective at treating symptoms such as Jennifer’s.”
Dr. Griffin couldn’t help but frown. “Very, very seldom do we use that method here, sir. Why should you ask?”
“My understanding is that such treatments can often redirect the mind’s memories, helping one to forget regrettable occurrences. I’m thinking, of course, of her associations with those evil creatures she’d been communicating with on the internet.”
“The Harry Potter websites?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the priest quickly replied. “Surely you could erase such memories?”
“Tell me, Father,” Dr. Griffin began. “Have you read the Harry Potter series of books?”
The man looked horrified. He actually jumped with a start. “Never! Never!” he exclaimed. “I would never let such filth touch these pure hands! It would be blasphemy!”
“I see,” Dr. Griffin replied with a grin he could hardly hide. “And you base your knowledge of the books on?”
“We’ve been instructed, from the Holy Father in Rome, sir!” the priest huffily replied. “Such delving into the occult has been strictly forbidden. It has been unmistakably proven especially harmful to girls. Certainly you are aware of that. Young girls are very susceptible to such immoral writings. It has been confirmed that it leads to impure thoughts of fornication and wickedly evil and lustful feelings. And, of course, young girls would be induced into touching themselves inappropriately.”
Dr. Griffin found it impossible to respond to such a statement. He held his breath.
The priest straightened his back and took on an air of superiority. “Jennifer’s family and I are in complete agreement, Dr. Griffin. We believe a program of aggressive shock treatments is warranted in her case. And, of course, we authorize you to use whatever other means necessary to reprogram her regretfully obscene mind.”
The large psychiatrist could no longer hold back. “I assure you, Father, we will do whatever is necessary for Jennifer’s welfare.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the priest said in reply, squinting his eyes and giving the doctor a look that could mean only one thing: “You should do as you are told.”
With great relief, Dr. Griffin opened the door and politely ushered the man out of his office. Marge couldn’t help but pass him a knowing smile.
“The paperwork!” Marge announced, lifting a large folder off her desk.
“Yes, thank you, Marge,” Dr. Griffin said, taking the hefty folder and walking out into the waiting room where he invited the couple to join him at the table. “You’ll need to sign the documents where indicated,” he told them.
At any other time, the doctor would have spent hours talking to a youngster’s parents about the consequences and responsibilities of such an action. In this case, however, he bit his tongue. Jennifer would surely be in hell, he thought, if she had to go on living around this bunch.
“Doctor Griffin and I conferred,” the priest began, “and we do think it best Jennifer receive shock treatments to erase the damage done to her mind by the Potter books. Isn’t that right, Doctor?”
“Jennifer and I will have many sessions of long talks before we begin any form of treatment,” Dr. Griffin said, looking across the table into the eyes of Jennifer’s parents. The poor people looked totally traumatized and obviously ashamed of their daughter’s state.
The priest anxiously jumped into a chair, clearing his throat. “She has been very delusional. Doctor Griffin and I just discussed her propensity to exaggerate and come up with the most wicked fantasies. Surely, it will take the most stringent intervention to wash such evil thoughts from her mind. I’ve recommended to our good doctor he proceed with the severest shock therapy he can use.”
Dr. Griffin couldn’t help but believe a great many things weren’t right with this priest. He had arrived at that conclusion at their very first meeting earlier in the day, but the man reinforced and further supported that view every time he opened his mouth.
He had previously decided to let certain things remain unsaid, but he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. “I must assure you good people of something before you sign these documents and forever cut your binds with your daughter. For one thing, the Harry Potter series of books have no more effect on a young mind than does a good Disney film.”
The priest jumped out of his chair and slammed his fist down on the table. “I refuse to hear you tell these good, Christian people such rubbish!” the man screamed out. “That is blasphemy!”
“Please, Father, sit down,” Dr. Griffin said, waving the man off like an afterthought.
“I won’t stand for such lies! I’ll contact the Holy Father and have you removed from your post! To say such things makes you an enemy of the Holy Church!”
“Out!” Dr. Griffin forcibly shouted. “I’ll have you know your Holy Father in Rome has no power here, Father! I refuse to hear anymore from you! Walk out that door this very second!” The large man quickly came to his feet.
The priest almost stumbled as he moved quickly to the door. In a flash, he was gone.
“I apologize for that outburst,” he said. “I can only take so much.”
Jennifer’s parents looked horrified. The woman began trembling uncontrollably.
“Are you two certain you want to sign these forms? To do so means you will be severing your paternal rights with Jennifer forever.”
Jennifer’s mother, Sarah, looked at her husband before turning back to look into Dr. Griffin’s face. “We have no choice. We’ve been told we face excommunication from the church if we don’t remove Jennifer from our home.”
“Have you consulted other priests? Are you sure giving up your daughter is the only choice you have?” Dr. Griffin asked.
Sarah began sobbing again and nodding her head. Jim pulled his wife to him and patted her consolingly. Tears streamed out of the man’s eyes.
“We must,” Sarah whimpered out. “We’ve been given no choice. I’m sorry. We have to.”
Dr. Griffin opened the folder and put the forms down on the table before them. He reached for a pen in his lab coat and sat it atop them. “Very well,” he said, “if you must.”
The man and woman signed the forms. Dr. Griffin waited until copies were made, sitting quietly at the table and closely observing the girl’s parents. After all these years, he couldn’t believe what they had just done. It was almost unbelievable. It was unconscionable.
Less than two hours later, the priest ushered Jennifer’s parents back into Dr. Griffin’s office. After sitting the distraught couple down in the waiting area, he made his way over to the secretary’s desk.
Bending over, he whispered, “Would you tell Dr. Griffin I need a few minutes of time alone with him?”
Marge looked up into the man’s conniving face, imagining she had seen it on a most-wanted poster at some point in time. “Maybe it’s just the way he looks and acts,” she thought. Whatever it was, Marge felt very uneasy about the man. She couldn’t help but believe there was a great deal of devious scheming going on behind his beady little eyes. Marge nodded her head, although she would have liked nothing more than to tell the man to pack up his shit and vacate the premises.
A short while later, Dr. Griffin opened the door to the waiting room. “The paperwork should be ready shortly,” he genially told the threesome, as he continued walking toward his inner-office door.
The priest jumped to his feet and murmured something to Jennifer’s parents. The man then turned and quickly made his way over to the secretary’s desk, where she was saying something to Dr. Griffin.
The large psychiatrist turned around to face the priest. “You wished to speak with me?” he asked.
“Yes,” the priest said with a leer. “We should discuss Jennifer’s treatment.”
Dr. Griffin discerned a great deal from the man’s facial expression and tone of voice. The uneasiness he felt earlier about the man was nothing compared to what he sensed now. The psychiatrist raised his hand and pointed toward the door of his office.
“Jennifer’s treatment, you said?” Dr. Griffin began, after shutting his office door. “Is there something else I should know?”
“Doctor Griffin,” the man began, clasping his two hands at chest level, as if begging. “We are both professional men tending to broken and evil minds, each in his own way.”
At first, the good doctor was going to motion the man to take a seat but listening to the priest’s opening statement, he reckoned it best to remain standing. The sooner he could rid himself of this mischievous and devious little man the better. Dr. Griffin nodded his head.
“Jennifer is such a deceitful, disturbed young girl. Her evil mind invents the most outlandish stories . . . so evil and so repugnant. Surely you will be able to sort them out?”
Dr. Griffin found it hard not to smile at the man’s seemingly desperate admonition. Obviously, there was much the man wished to conceal.
“I’ve had to deal with a number of very repugnant beings in my years of practice, Father . . . I assure you. You wanted to ask something about Jennifer’s course of treatment?”
The man nodded his head and seemed eager to add his suggestions. “Of course, you will certainly use shock treatments. I understand they can be very effective at treating symptoms such as Jennifer’s.”
Dr. Griffin couldn’t help but frown. “Very, very seldom do we use that method here, sir. Why should you ask?”
“My understanding is that such treatments can often redirect the mind’s memories, helping one to forget regrettable occurrences. I’m thinking, of course, of her associations with those evil creatures she’d been communicating with on the internet.”
“The Harry Potter websites?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the priest quickly replied. “Surely you could erase such memories?”
“Tell me, Father,” Dr. Griffin began. “Have you read the Harry Potter series of books?”
The man looked horrified. He actually jumped with a start. “Never! Never!” he exclaimed. “I would never let such filth touch these pure hands! It would be blasphemy!”
“I see,” Dr. Griffin replied with a grin he could hardly hide. “And you base your knowledge of the books on?”
“We’ve been instructed, from the Holy Father in Rome, sir!” the priest huffily replied. “Such delving into the occult has been strictly forbidden. It has been unmistakably proven especially harmful to girls. Certainly you are aware of that. Young girls are very susceptible to such immoral writings. It has been confirmed that it leads to impure thoughts of fornication and wickedly evil and lustful feelings. And, of course, young girls would be induced into touching themselves inappropriately.”
Dr. Griffin found it impossible to respond to such a statement. He held his breath.
The priest straightened his back and took on an air of superiority. “Jennifer’s family and I are in complete agreement, Dr. Griffin. We believe a program of aggressive shock treatments is warranted in her case. And, of course, we authorize you to use whatever other means necessary to reprogram her regretfully obscene mind.”
The large psychiatrist could no longer hold back. “I assure you, Father, we will do whatever is necessary for Jennifer’s welfare.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the priest said in reply, squinting his eyes and giving the doctor a look that could mean only one thing: “You should do as you are told.”
With great relief, Dr. Griffin opened the door and politely ushered the man out of his office. Marge couldn’t help but pass him a knowing smile.
“The paperwork!” Marge announced, lifting a large folder off her desk.
“Yes, thank you, Marge,” Dr. Griffin said, taking the hefty folder and walking out into the waiting room where he invited the couple to join him at the table. “You’ll need to sign the documents where indicated,” he told them.
At any other time, the doctor would have spent hours talking to a youngster’s parents about the consequences and responsibilities of such an action. In this case, however, he bit his tongue. Jennifer would surely be in hell, he thought, if she had to go on living around this bunch.
“Doctor Griffin and I conferred,” the priest began, “and we do think it best Jennifer receive shock treatments to erase the damage done to her mind by the Potter books. Isn’t that right, Doctor?”
“Jennifer and I will have many sessions of long talks before we begin any form of treatment,” Dr. Griffin said, looking across the table into the eyes of Jennifer’s parents. The poor people looked totally traumatized and obviously ashamed of their daughter’s state.
The priest anxiously jumped into a chair, clearing his throat. “She has been very delusional. Doctor Griffin and I just discussed her propensity to exaggerate and come up with the most wicked fantasies. Surely, it will take the most stringent intervention to wash such evil thoughts from her mind. I’ve recommended to our good doctor he proceed with the severest shock therapy he can use.”
Dr. Griffin couldn’t help but believe a great many things weren’t right with this priest. He had arrived at that conclusion at their very first meeting earlier in the day, but the man reinforced and further supported that view every time he opened his mouth.
He had previously decided to let certain things remain unsaid, but he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. “I must assure you good people of something before you sign these documents and forever cut your binds with your daughter. For one thing, the Harry Potter series of books have no more effect on a young mind than does a good Disney film.”
The priest jumped out of his chair and slammed his fist down on the table. “I refuse to hear you tell these good, Christian people such rubbish!” the man screamed out. “That is blasphemy!”
“Please, Father, sit down,” Dr. Griffin said, waving the man off like an afterthought.
“I won’t stand for such lies! I’ll contact the Holy Father and have you removed from your post! To say such things makes you an enemy of the Holy Church!”
“Out!” Dr. Griffin forcibly shouted. “I’ll have you know your Holy Father in Rome has no power here, Father! I refuse to hear anymore from you! Walk out that door this very second!” The large man quickly came to his feet.
The priest almost stumbled as he moved quickly to the door. In a flash, he was gone.
“I apologize for that outburst,” he said. “I can only take so much.”
Jennifer’s parents looked horrified. The woman began trembling uncontrollably.
“Are you two certain you want to sign these forms? To do so means you will be severing your paternal rights with Jennifer forever.”
Jennifer’s mother, Sarah, looked at her husband before turning back to look into Dr. Griffin’s face. “We have no choice. We’ve been told we face excommunication from the church if we don’t remove Jennifer from our home.”
“Have you consulted other priests? Are you sure giving up your daughter is the only choice you have?” Dr. Griffin asked.
Sarah began sobbing again and nodding her head. Jim pulled his wife to him and patted her consolingly. Tears streamed out of the man’s eyes.
“We must,” Sarah whimpered out. “We’ve been given no choice. I’m sorry. We have to.”
Dr. Griffin opened the folder and put the forms down on the table before them. He reached for a pen in his lab coat and sat it atop them. “Very well,” he said, “if you must.”
The man and woman signed the forms. Dr. Griffin waited until copies were made, sitting quietly at the table and closely observing the girl’s parents. After all these years, he couldn’t believe what they had just done. It was almost unbelievable. It was unconscionable.