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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. 4: The Initial Evaluation

The very next day, Healer Tompkins had arrived on time, at 3:00 sharp, that afternoon. She made her way to the room that Harry sat in, sulking, about his predicament. He had managed to eat supper the evening before, but refused to speak to Aberforth, or Draco, in any manner, whatsoever. This day, though, he had missed breakfast, and lunch, while he lie in bed, thinking of what the healer said the day before, and contemplating whether he should try to make another break for it, or not.

“Mr. Potter”, Healer Tompkins spoke, as she entered the bedchamber he was in, “I’ve been told that you have secluded yourself away in here all day, and refused any type of sustenance”?

“I’m not hungry”. Harry grumbled, and kept staring at the high canopy above his bead.

“Oh, I see, so you just felt the need to sulk”. The healer replied, and Harry finally gave her a glare. “Well, no matter, as I am here to give you your mental evaluation, and we will know, then, what to do with you”.

“What you can do, is let me go; I’m not sick”! Harry growled, and returned his gaze up to the canopy.

At this, Healer Tompkins pulled the bedside chair up closer to the bed, and sat down, while she noticed her patient’s demeanor. Here, she took out a journal, with a quill, and began to write about the case. This bothered Harry, as he hadn’t said anything yet, only just the few words, but she must have thought it mean something.

“What are you writing”? Harry incredulously enquired.

“Oh, you know, just this and that, nothing to worry yourself over”. Tompkins replied.

“Now, Mr. Potter, do you understand why you have been brought here, and what the Wizengamot deemed you needed treatment for”? The Healer asked.

“No, I don’t, unless it’s some kind of set up by those in the Wizengamot whom do not like me. There are still plenty of people out there who supported Voldemort, you know, and would like to see me out of the picture”. Harry sarcastically replied.

“So, Mr. Potter, is it safe to say that you feel that there are numerous people out to get you”? Healer Tompkins asked, with her quill hovering over the journal.

“Of course there are, are you blind”! Harry snapped.

“No, Mr. Potter, I am not blind, and, in fact, I can see perfectly fine, thank you”. The healer stated, and began to write in the journal. “Do you think that Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Malfoy, are out to get you to”?

“Well, uh, well, I’m not sure what’s up with Aberforth, he was a Gryffindor you know, but Malfoy, I don’t trust as far as I could throw him”. Harry remarked. “I’ve known him since I was eleven, and I know what Slytherins are, all of them; just slimy snakes in the grass, which you can’t trust. They’re all just a bunch of dark wizards, and pureblood supremacists, in my opinion”.

“I see”, Healer Tompkins replied, “and how do you know that all Slytherins are this way, Mr. Potter? Do you know each and every one of them personally”?

“I don’t have to know them all! I was taught about them when I first came to the wizarding world, and believe me, I know no-account people when I see them, and know to be wary of them”! Harry exclaimed.

“Okay, Mr. Potter, what do you think happened all those years ago between Salazar Slytherin, and Godric Gryffindor, if I may ask”? The healer questioned, treading lightly, as she sounded as if she had heard the same things before.

“That Slytherin was a pureblood supremacist, and that Gryffindor had his fill of the bastard, and ran him from Hogwarts. McGonagall explained this to us in our second year”. Harry retorted. “I don’t see what this has to do with anything”!

“Well, Mr. Potter, let me be the judge of that, hmm, as I am the healer”. Tompkins replied, and wrote down another note. “So, you’re saying, that all the Slytherin classmates, since Slytherins departure, were and are, just like him”?

“Of course they are! Look at how all of them act, all high and mighty, and rich, with their nose stuck up in the air. They’ve never had to want for anything, have they, and just had everything handed to them? Every one of them, that I’ve ever seen, has acted so prim and proper, and haughty, like the sun rises and sets in their arse! Why does this all matter though, anyway”? Harry almost shouted.

“Mr. Potter, how do you feel about your muggle family who raised you, after your parents were murdered”? Healer Tompkins gently asked.

“I will not speak about those muggles who claimed to be my relation”! Harry hatefully spat. “They are no longer a part of my life, if they ever were”!

“Well, Mr. Potter, whom do you blame for placing you with your aunt and uncle”? Healer Tompkins gently enquired again.

“Well that’s easy, Voldemort of course! That’s who killed my parents, and took them away from me”! Harry growled out.

“One last question, Mr. Potter. Whom came to take you to the wizarding world, after you received your Hogwarts letter, and who sent them”? The healer asked, and finished writing her other note.

“Rubeus Hagrid came to get me, when my family, well never mind that part, but Hagrid came to get me. Dumbledore sent him when he didn’t get a reply from my letter, I recon”. Harry snarked, and scowled at the healer, because he knew that was two questions in one.

“I see, well, Mr. Potter, I think that is enough questions for today”. Healer Tompkins replied, as she placed the journal and quill back into a pocket on her robes. “Now, let me tell you what I think”.

“The Wizengamot brought forth a mental hygiene warrant against you because of your highly temperamental actions towards some who sit in the assembly, and over some of the things of you been quoted saying, plus what you have said to the Wizengamot itself.

“Firstly, you are dead wrong about what happened between Salazar Slytherin, and Godric Gryffindor. This is a recorded fact, and there are ways to ask some who were there at the time, now, during our time, about it, and receive the facts”. The healer replied, and Harry snorted, while giving her an unbelievable glare.

“Second, you believe, with your whole heart, that a group of people are bad, just because of the house they were sorted into at a school, and can’t be redeemed. In that sense, you think that they are born that way, or their mentality must be what sets them apart from the whole, due to the wisdom of an old hat.

“Third, you think that it was Voldemort’s fault, that you were placed with your muggle relatives, when in fact, even though he was the cause of your parents death, he was not the cause of the placement.

“Fourth, from your strongly heated response, and from what I have learned, your relatives were very abusive toward you, and you should have been removed from their custody when you were still a babe.

“Fifth, when Rubeus Hagrid came to collect you, you saw him as a savior, as with the one who sent him, and you thought that they would take you out of the clutches of your relatives, and I believe that you have what is known as a ‘savior syndrome’.

“Sixth, taking everything into account, that I have learned, and from what we have spoken about here, I think that you have, in fact, been brainwashed into thinking the things you do, as all the classic signs and symptoms show it.

“Therefore, I recommend that you receive at least a thirty day course of treatment, and see if this can bring you out of it, and if it can’t, you might have to be institutionalized a little longer. You, Mr. Potter, are in need of deprogramming”. Healer Tompkins finished, and gave Harry a level stare.

“WHAT”! Harry exploded, and shot up onto his knees in the bed. “How the fuckin’ hell do you get that! There’s nothing wrong with me, I know that, and I don’t need some knut and sickle store healer to tell me that my brain has been fucked with, okay!

“Just sign my damn papers, and I’ll be leaving”! Harry finished, and was suddenly hit with another calming charm.

“I will be back, tomorrow, Mr. Potter, to continue you treatment. I will write out a script for Aberforth to obtain you some potions from the apothecary this evening, and start administering them around the clock. However, in the meantime, please take this calming draught. The healer finished, and made Harry swallow the potion.

“Mr. Potter, I have heard the same things that we have talked about before, even from Mr. Malfoy. You two are not as different as you think, just two sides of the same coin. You are just two far sides that should have been traveling down the middle. Anyhow, I will be taking my leave now, and I will see you again, tomorrow, at about the same time”. Healer Tompkins said, as she turned, and left the bedchamber.

“Well, shite”! Harry exclaimed, flopping backwards onto the bed, and shutting his eyes. “Nothing is ever easy when it comes to me”.

Five hours later, Harry made another break for it, out the back this time, and ran into the same pain in his arm, and was sent, via portkey, back to his bed. No matter how hard he tried, nor no matter what he tried to remove it with, he couldn’t remove that damn bracelet.

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