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Under Pressure	By : Bruisedhound Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the movie "It's Kind of a Funny Story" I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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"Harry, what is the matter with you?"

"What do you mean? I fell of my broom, that's all."

"You haven't fallen off your broom since Hogwarts! I know something is wrong, don't you dare lie to me, Harry Potter."

Harry sighed and looked into Hermione's stony gaze. He ran a hand through his unruly black hair, sliding it back down his neck.

"I just... I don't know. I guess I was thinking about other things."

"Harry... What's wrong? You can tell me, I know things can be hard, but attempting suicide-"

"Suicide? What do you mean suicide? I fell off my broom, it was an accident," Harry looked away so that he didn't have to see her worried glance as she reached out to touch his shoulder.

"Oh Harry."

"I... I have to go. I have a meeting with my quidditch recruiter."

The first thing Harry noticed as he walked to the large front desk from the lift was the dampening ward set up on this floor to block any magic use. It made him feel claustrophobic.

"Hi... I uh... I think I need to talk with a healer," he tapped nervously on the counter, looking at the receptionist who was busily reading the current issue of witch weekly.

"Fill out this form, listing any potions or muggle medicines you are taking," she handed him a clipboard with the form and emergency contact sheets without looking up from her article.

Harry took the clipboard and the pen offered and turned back to the waiting room where a few other people sat. One was actively staring at him while the others shot him furtive glances, before whispering to each other. He sighed and sat in the back, furthest away from the others.

Looking over the form, it was pretty straight forward. He put in his name, age, address... He stared at the part where it asked if he had suicidal thoughts or tendencies. He didn't know how to answer the question. He didn't try to kill himself, did he? He just fell off his broom, it was an accident.

"Hey, Harry Potter, what are you doing here?"

Harry looked up quickly, startled by the person who sat down next to him. "Smith? Is that you?"

Zacharias Smith only smirked, "Yeah, how have you been? What are you doing at St. Mungo’s?"

Harry debated whether or not to tell the Hufflepuff about falling off his broom, while looking at the other man's light blue robes.

"I'm... under a lot of stress, I'm here to just get checked. To... to make sure everything's okay. S-stress levels and stuff like that," he rambled, nervously fidgeting with the clipboard.

"Well, I hope everything turns out okay," Zacharias smiled and stood, before waving and walking out the side door. "See you, Potter."

Harry waved good-bye and then sighed, before finishing his paperwork. He had only been waiting for 10 minutes before a healer called his name and he was lead back to an exam room.

"Hello Mr. Potter, my name is Healer Munslow. I understand you've been feeling suicidal?" the healer didn't smile, only looked at Harry with mild interest. If he realized who Harry was, he didn't let it show on his face.

"No... I-I think I'm just under a lot of stress. You see, my friend Hermione has this crazy idea that I'm... s-suicidal, because I fell of my broom, even though I told her I wasn't. I only lost my grip and-"

"Mr. Potter, I spoke with Miss Granger previously about your behavior. She told me that you are trying to avoid talking about the situation, and that she is very worried for your mental health."

"I... Sometimes, I just get these thoughts in my head, and I get distracted... That's all, I'm not..." Harry looked down at his nails, nervous but not knowing why.

"I cannot help you if you do not wish to be helped Mr. Potter. I can give you a stress relief potion if you believe that is what caused your fall," the healer started to fill out a prescription for the potion, scribbling quickly on a notepad.

"No! I... I don't..." Harry sighed, "I think I need... more help than that. I want... you to help me." Harry bowed his head, placing his hands over his face, then running his fingers back over his scalp and through his hair.

The healer looked at him for a minute, before nodding. "Explain to me how you felt before you fell off your broom."

Harry tried to recall that feeling of overwhelming pressure, trying to put it into words. It had felt as if he was reeling, trying to breathe while he was drowning in the anxiety and pressure. Feeling as if he couldn't move, then slowly loosing grip on his broom. Then he was falling, almost flying as the pressure of simply being alive slowly started to fade. Finally being able to breathe... Gasping, as air filled his lungs. He calmly closed his eyes, as if he had only been falling asleep.

When he finished trying to explain, he looked up at the healer who was writing something on his notepad. Harry felt so vulnerable, so raw having had to explain these things he’s never said out loud before. Speaking about his feelings of isolation and anxiety would only make others worry, and he never wanted to impose on anyone.

“Okay Mr. Potter, we’re going to admit you to the psychiatric hospital for a minimum of 5 days. You’ll be meeting with me every day just after lunch starting tomorrow, alright? Here’s your schedule, and I expect you to follow it and participate in group activities. I’ll also need to take your wand.”

“Wait, 5 days? But I have quidditch practice tomorrow and then I have an interview-“

“Mr. Potter, you came to me seeking help. Now that you’ve agreed to my treatment, why don’t you just try to relax? I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” the healer stuck out his hand, gesturing for Harry’s wand.

Harry looked into Healer Munslow’s face, reading his expression. After a moment, he nodded and handed over his wand, feeling its loss as soon as he let go.

“Very good. Now, Augustus will take you inside and introduce you to the other patients.”
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