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Heart to Heart
A/N: In this story, Harry was never picked up by Dumbledore. He spent his entire summer at the Dursley's.
Harry took a deep breath as he approached Gryffindor table. He knew was about to be bombarded by questions from his friends. Questions he wouldn't be able to answer. Well, not truthfully anyway.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry forced a smile on his face before going over to them. "Hey, guys," he said as he sat between Ron and Hermione.
"Are you alright, Harry? He didn't see you on the train," Hermione said.
"Oh, I got there late. I had to find a place quick. I figured I'd just see you guys here," Harry lied. Truthfully, he'd arrived at the train station very early so that he wouldn't run into anybody. He even put on his cloak as soon as he made it into his compartment so no one would find him.
"So how come you didn't come to the Burrow this summer, Mate? Both Mum and Dumbledore said you could, but you declined the invitation. Why?" Ron asked. He had to admit he'd been a little hurt when he found out that Harry didn't want to spend time at his house.
"Honestly, Ron, he probably wanted time alone to deal with Sirius' death. That was it, right Harry?" Hermione asked.
'Yeah, that's it." Another lie. Truthfully, he hadn't had much time to even think about Sirius much. He'd had other things to deal with.
"You know that what happened to Sirius wasn't your fault, right Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded, not really paying attention.
"He doesn't want to talk about that Hermione. Let's talk about happier things. Like quidditch. This year is going to awesome," Ron said.
"I'm not playing," Harry said. After must consideration, he realized that he couldn't play this year. Not only was it a huge waist of his time, but it was also too dangerous for him to continue playing.
"Sure you are. Come on, McGonagall isn't going to hold you to that lifetime ban. Now that Umbridge is gone, it'll be lifted. Hell, I bet you'll even be Quidditch Captain," Ron said.
"No, you don't it, Ron. I don't want to play," Harry said. He then stood up and began walking away.
"Why not? You love quidditch," Ron said. He really didn't understand what was going on with his friend. First he'd refused to come to the Burrow for summer holidays and now he didn't want to play quidditch. What was wrong with him?
"I've just got enough going on right now, okay?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you mean with everything you found out at the end of last year?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, with that," Harry lied again. His decision had very little to do with the prophecy. That bloody thing didn't even really seem important anymore. "Look, can we just drop it?"
"Of course, Harry," Hermione said.
"Sure mate," said Ron.
With that, they finished their meal, listened to Dumbledore's announcement and got up to leave. "Listen, I'll meet you guys in the common room. There's something I have to go do," Harry said.
"We'll come with you, Mate," Ron said.
"No, that's alright. I'll only be a few minutes. I'll be up there before you know it," Harry said. He then walked away before they had a chance to argue.
Harry walked into the hospital wing. He was clutching a folder under his arm.
Madam Pomfrey came in from the back. "Already, Mr. Potter. Couldn't you even go a full day without needing my services?"
"Hello, Madam Pomfrey," Harry greeted politely.
"So what is it this time, Potter? What brings you here?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"First I need to know something. Muggle healers are bound by confidentiality laws to not divulge any patient information. Do magical healers have similar laws?" Harry asked.
"Of course. All healers are magically bound from disclosing medical information to anyone, except a parent or guardian of an underage wizard. Why are you asking, Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
Harry looked hesitant for a minute and then handed over the folder he was carrying. "Would you look at that please and tell me if there's anything you can do?"
Poppy took the folder and opened it up. She went through it for a minute and then looked at Harry with a mixture of shock and horror all over her face. "Harry…"
"Is there anything you can do for me, Ma'am?" Harry asked almost pleadingly.
"I… I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before. I'm not sure if any healer has. I know that it happens quite a bit in the muggle world, but I'm not sure it has here," Madam Pomfrey said.
Harry snorted. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find out I'm the only Wizard that's had to deal with something like this. It's not like it would be the first time," Harry said.
"Does the headmaster know about this?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"No, and I don't want him to. There's nothing he can do for me. All it would do is upset him, as well as everyone else. No, it's best that he doesn't find out," Harry said.
"Potter, I will do my best to try to fix this for you," Madam Pomfrey promised.
"Thank you, ma'am, but I won't hold my breath. Lord knows I'm going to need all of it that I can get," Harry said somberly before walking away.