Freaks: Year Two

You Matter

Harry was shipped off to St. Mungo's the next morning.

Jasper had not known what that place was but apparently it was the Wizarding World's hospital that specialised in injuries and cases that Hogwarts and their school nurse could not treat.

That thought scared Jasper.

Madam Pomfrey had told Jasper that he was not allowed to tell anyone about Harry and why he was in St. Mungo's as the situation was confidential. Jasper had agreed and was told just to say that Harry was dealing with something going on at home and Jasper already knew that would start up so many rumours.

And he knew people could very well connect it to Theodore Jackson as word spread fast that he had been expelled.

"SOUND THE FUCKING CELABATORY ALARMS!!!" Christopher's voice yelled out as soon as he had heard it from one of his housemates in the Great Hall at lunchtime. "HE'S GONE!"

"Christopher, please sit down," Pandora hissed although she wanted to jump for joy at the news too. "We can bake a cake later. I promise."

Christopher actually grinned and took a seat. "Hell yes."

Jasper watched this from the Hufflepuff table before turning back to his own plate. A plate that was still full because he could barely stomach anything without feeling sick.

"Where's Harry?" Maryrose asked.

Jasper shrugged, trying to act natural. "Probably reading up a storm."

He then left the Great Hall, wondering why he had not said the excuse Madam Pomfrey had said. He was just so worried about him and he wanted to see how he was doing. If he was any better and what this meant. What did it mean?

Could he visit?

In the end of his flurry of worries and anxiety filled thoughts, Jasper decided it would be the best idea to write to Harry's parents.

"How could Hogwarts let this happen?" Celestina asked, pacing in the waiting room of St. Mungo's, ignoring everyone around her that seemed starstruck that she was there. "Right in the middle of the bloody day, are they blind?"

"We can talk to the Headmaster about that later," Ro said, trying to reassure but he really had the same question. Hogwarts needed better security. He would have thought with it being a magical school it would be more advanced, but he had been proven wrong.

From what they had found out, their son had been attacked by a student (one that was not expelled) and even though Madam Pomfrey had healed up his physical injuries, there was still the problem that was purely psychological. Harry would think he wasn't safe when he in fact was and he apparently would have these small flashes or visions that would scare him out of his wits.

The Healers at St. Mungo's were keeping a close eye, giving him the proper treatment he needed and Harry's parents had also contacted Mariam who would be there later that day.

"Mrs. Warbeck and Mr. Warbeck?" a Healer called. "You can see him now. He's asking for you."

Harry was sitting up in his hospital bed, twiddling his thumbs as he had nothing to do. He looked up when he heard the door open and when he saw his parents, he felt relief wash through him. He had missed them so much. "Mum! Dad!"

His mother quickly pulled him into a tight hug and he hugged her back, burying his face in her shoulder, relieved. She kissed his forehead and said, "Are you alright honey? I heard what happened, I'm so glad you're okay..."

Harry didn't answer, he just kept hugging her because right now, that was all he needed, what the both of them needed.

"He is under medication that stops hallucinations," the Healer said to his father but Celestina heard. "He has been having those the most and we know the root is the attack, but we are still finding ways for them to stop permanently so we think it is best that he stays for at least a few days. We heard he has a therapist?"