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Coercive Persuasion; Brainwashed	By : MightyGryffindor Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Coercive Persuasion; Brainwashed

Chap. 3: Healer Tompkins

“Mr. Potter, I am Healer Andorra Tompkins, and you may call me, well, Healer Tompkins”, the short brunette woman said, and Harry heard Draco let out a snort from the other side of the bed, where he had sat down in a chair.

Healer Tompkins fished inside a small black leather bag she was carrying, and brought out a wand, and a wristband. The wristband looked just like the ones used in hospitals, which included your name, birth date, and any major allergies. They were mainly used for those who died, so the corpse wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle, or that’s what Harry had heard in the past.

“Now, Mr. Potter, I need to place this wristband on your arm. If you will give me your right wrist, I will latch it around, then fill out the tag”. The healer explained, and held out the band toward Harry, waiting for him to accept it. When Harry nodded his head, she latched the band around his arm, and pointed her wand at it. It glowed briefly, and Harry noticed his full name, and birth date appear on the top two lines, along with a long string of numbers across the bottom.

“Now, let me see how your general health is before we proceed any further”. Tompkins said, as she swished and flicked her wand over Harry’s prone form in the bed. When the spells were finished, a piece of parchment, and a quill leapt out of her bag, and the quill began to jot down her notations.

“I see that someone has given Mr. Potter a calming draught recently, along with a calming charm”? The healer asked, and when Draco nodded, the Healer took a quick glance at Harry. “Why was that needed so soon, Mr. Malfoy”?

“Oh, well, you see”, Draco espoused, “he began to throw a right fit on the bed, thrashing about like he was trying to throw off several giant biting crab lice, so he needed to be subdued. I think he’s still stuck to the bed with a sticking charm too, which you might want to remove. We didn’t dare do it until you arrived, as we were afraid he would do a runner and all”.

With a quick flick of the healer’s wand, and a muttered “finite”, Harry was released from the sticking spell. “Well, Mr. Potter, how do you feel”?

“Sleepy, and pissed. I kept trying to tell these two that there was nothing wrong with me, and they have it in their heads that I’ve been brainwashed”. Harry replied with a snort. “I’m hoping I can go, now that you’ve seen I’m all right”?

“Mr. Potter, I wish it were that easy, but from what I have read in your records, the evidence suggests that you most certainly have been under coercive persuasion of the mind.

“I am not biased toward any side, Mr. Potter, and was neutral in the war. As a matter of fact, I was a Hufflepuff, and we are the least biased, prejudiced, and bigoted lot at Hogwarts.

“My specialty, Mr. Potter, is mind healing, though I am a general healer in my own right, and can treat you for other ailments while you are under my care. I am a very skilled Legilimens, and only use this skill to help my patients. I use a setting similar to a muggle Psychiatrist, where I will talk with you, or analyze you. This may include the use of psychoactive potions, or drugs, to help with the sessions.

“After my first examination, I will be able to tell whether you have been under the influence of brainwashing, and if I determine you have not, then I will sign the orders to let you go. If you have been under the influence, it will take anywhere from 30 to 60 days to get things sorted out. Its much quicker here, than in the muggle world, where we in the magical community have ways of showing memories, and bringing the truth to life.

“If you respond well to the treatment, you may be able to be released within no more than 30 days time”.

“I have told you, all of you, I AM NOT SICK! I AM NOT SOME MENTAL CASE”! Harry roared, and jumped up off the bed, startling Healer Tompkins, Draco, and Aberforth. “When do you want to examine me, hmm”?

“Tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Potter”. The healer sternly replied. “I have cleared all my afternoon appointments for the next 30 days in order to see you from 3:00 until 5:00 each afternoon. I will arrive at 3:00 tomorrow to do my assessment of you, and give you my determination”.

“Fuck this, I’m not waiting around for this, and I’m sure as hell not spending the night here”! Harry explained, and started trying to rip the wristband from his wrist, but seeing it wouldn’t budge, he did a runner for the door.

Neither of the three tried to stop him, and after a moment of pause, Draco broke the silence. “We always run, don’t we”?

“Sometimes, Mr. Malfoy, but not always”. Healer Tompkins stated. “He will learn his first lesson in a short bit, and will be making an appearance right back in that bed”.

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Harry flew through the old manor house, not taking in anything he saw on the way. He made his feet pound into the old wooden floors, and almost leapt down the stairs to the entry hall at the bottom. From there, he saw the front entrance, and barreled toward it, flinging open the door, and running outside toward the gate down the drive.

When Harry had gotten within 100 feet of the gate his right hand began to burn, and the closer he got, the more pain he felt, but it had started to creep up his arm as well. Well, he didn’t care about pain, after all, he’d dealt with it before, so he just pushed himself to run faster.

When Harry was within 10 feet of the gate, his entire right arm felt as if it had been broken in several places, and then sat on fire. He felt close to passing out from the horrible sensation in his right arm, but did his best to steady himself, and take the last few steps. Just as his left hand was raised to grab one of the wrought iron bars of the large gate, he felt a tug behind his navel, and knew then that the wristband had also been a portkey.

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“Well, how soon do you think it will take for…”. Aberforth asked, but was stopped when a portal was ripped open over the large bed in the bedchamber Harry had been lying in.

In a few seconds, a body with a head of black, unruly hair, tumbled through the portal, which then vanished, and the same said body did a couple of bounces on the mattress which it had landed upon. Upon the last bounce, Harry gave out a string of colorful curse words.

“Ah, I see you’re back Mr. Potter”. Healer Tompkins stated, as if seeing somebody portkeyed to a bed was an every day occurrence. “I will see you tomorrow afternoon, and if Mr. Malfoy pleases, could you show me back to the floo”?

Draco nodded to the healer, and led her back downstairs to the main parlor, as Aberforth walked wearily over to the chair sitting beside the bed, and sat his old aching bones down in it.

“Ah, Mr. Potter”, Aberforth sighed, “what will I do with you, eh? I do hope you noticed that we let you run, as it was for your own good. You have to know you can’t do it, or you will keep on trying it every chance you get”.

“Fuck you, Aberforth, your brother wouldn’t have never did this to me”! Harry childishly spat.

“Oh, I quite agree, Harry, he would not have done it. No, he would have let you run amuck until you did something that didn’t please him, and then he would have stepped in to control you. Also, if he saw that he could not have controlled you any more, I am sure you would have ended up in Azkaban, under some trumped up charge, or under house arrest, just like poor Sirius Black”.

“You don’t know that, you KNOW NOTHING”! Harry growled out.

“Mr. Potter, I may not be as knowledgeable as my brother was, but in common sense, I have bucket loads more than he, and one thing I actually do know more about, THAN ANYONE, Mr. Potter, is about my lunatic brother, who used everyone he ever met”. Aberforth Dumbledore spat. “He ran over a lot of people, Harry, a lot of good people that didn’t deserve it, on his way to fame and power. It’s funny that almost everyone he became friends with, either ended up severely hurt, or dead. After all, look what ended up with poor Lily and James.

“Saved them, did he? No, they’re lying there at Godrics Hollow, with several feet of dirt covering them, along with my poor sister, whom he claimed to care about too. That, I want you to ponder about, Harry, and think on it hard”.

“You know nothing about my parents, so don’t pretend to”. Harry snarled, and looked away from the old wizard sitting beside him.

“Really”? Aberforth snorted. “I knew them well, and I probably checked in on them more than my brother, once they were cooped up in that cottage. You were just a baby in diapers then, Harry, just learning to walk, and talk.

"No, poor old Bathilda Bagshot and I used to stop by all the time, and bring you groceries, and the daily news, as my brother was always too ‘busy’ to do such mundane things. Between the two of us, we had your parents finally acknowledging the truth about my brother, and they had began not to trust him as their all saving grace. Sadly to say, that’s why they probably made that despicable Pettigrew boy their secret keeper, instead of Sirius, about a week before they were killed. Plus, remember this, Harry, if you don’t remember anything else. Pettigrew would have had to give my brother the address to your home, as he showed up three days before their death, wanting to ‘borrow’ your father’s invisibility cloak.

“Supper is in an hour, Harry, so come down to eat when you see fit”. Aberforth said, as he slowly stood, and made his way from the room.

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