Broken- A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 5: The Diagnosis

"Hermione, where are we even going?"

"You'll see Harry. Just...don't freak out, ok?"

"Why would I freak out?

"Nevermind."

They continued driving for a while. Harry had absolutely no idea where they were going. Although that was normal for Harry. He was quite oblivious. He was so oblivious, that he was oblivious to the fact that he WAS oblivious.

When they finally stopped, Harry looked up. Where were they? Hermione led him through the door, and they went to the front desk. 

"Hello, I'm here for the 3:00 appointment for Harry Potter."

The secretary looked up and peered at him through her glassed. If he was being honest, it was quite frightening. He squirmed under her stare, growing quite uncomfortable.

"Alright, just take a seat over there, and wait until your name is called. While your waiting, please fill out these forms." Hermione nodded, and grabbed the papers. Then they sat down.

"Hermione, what did she mean appointment? Why am I here? Where is here exactly?" 

"Harry relax. This is my other gift to you, remember. You'll thank me later." I hope, she added in her head. Harry just nodded, and took a seat next to her. They waited while Hermione filled out the forms. She would occasionally stop and ask him a random question, like, "How much do you weigh?" or something similar. 

"Harry Potter," someone called. Harry looked up.

"Right here!" Hermione said. She grabbed Harry's hand, and dragged him along with her. She handed the secretary lady the forms back. Harry assumed they were filled out, but Hermione hadn't let him see them.

They walked into an office that smelled a bit weird. Then someone in a blue outfit asked him to sit on this bed covered in paper, that made a horribly annoying noise every time he moved. She checked him eyes, ears, nose, throat. Then she took out this hammer-looking this, and whacked his knees with it, making them shoot up. That's when everything clicked on his brain. He waited for the nurse to leave, and eventually she did.

Harry turned to Hermione, anger bubbling up inside of him.

"A DOCTOR! SERIOUSLY HERMIONE! I'M FINE!!!" He was, in fact, not fine. He was so angry, he just wanted to punch something. Harry screamed in frustration. He'd never even been to the doctor before. The Dursley's never took him in for check-ups or whatever they did here.

 "But your not fine Harry. Don't you see! I'm trying to help you."

"HOW IS THIS GOING TO HELP! HAVING THE DOCTORS TELL ME EVERYTHING WRONG WITH ME!" Hermione was trying not to get angry, but it was so hard. Couldn't he see that this was best? Couldn't he see that this would help? Couldn't he see that he wasn't ok?

"Harry-" The doctor walked into the room. Harry tried to make a break for the exit, but Hermione stepped in front of the door. He almost apparated before he realized that this was a muggle place. He sighed in defeat , and walked over to the doctor.

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Post traumatic stress disorder. More commonly known as PTSD. Harry Potter had PTSD. Wait till that got out, he'd make the front page of The Daily Prophet for a week. He groaned at the thought. 

The thing is he didn't just have PTSD. He also had depression, and an eating disorder. If he had any of those he had before the war, he wasn't sure. Either way, he thought he was pretty messed up. 

Hermione looked over at Harry as the doctor explained everything. She couldn't think of how she hadn't realized any of this before. He had seemed so genuinely happy. Hermione felt terrible that she hadn't been there enough. 

She told him just that when they were getting in the car. Harry groaned. "Don't even start Hermione, I don't need your pity. I was handling it all just fine, not that I knew what "it" was, while you were off snogging Ron." Hermione turned a deep red.

"Harry, I just want to hel-"

"I don't need your help Hermione! I'm 18 for Merlin's sake!" They rode the rest of the way in silence.

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Ron was waiting for them when they got back.

"What'd the doctor say?" he asked, worry painted all over his face.

Harry turned to Hermione. "DID YOU TELL EVERYONE WHERE WE WENT!" Apparently he was talking to her again, though Hermione wasn't sure the yelling was any better.

"Harry, we were just worried. Can you blame us?"

"HERMIONE THIS IS MY LIFE! CAN YOU STAY OUT OF IT FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!!!"

"Harry calm down, your acting like a real git." Ron didn't approve of the way Harry was talking to Hermione and him. They were just trying to help.

"SHUT UP RON! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE A NORMAL PERSON ONE MINUTE, AND THEN FIND OUT YOUR A COMPLETE FREAK THE NEXT!"

"You aren't a freak Harry," Hermione said soflty.

"Aren't I? I'm a freak. My stupid aunt and uncle were right. I'm a bloody freak, Hermione." A few tears had started to spill from his eyes. 

"You are not a freak. You never were," Hermione whispered in his ear as she embraced him. Ron joined the hug, and they stayed like that for a few more minutes. In his friends arms, Harry didn't feel like as much of a freak. But there was still that small part inside him, that said that he was. He didn't deserve his friends. He didn't deserve to eat. He didn't even deserve to live. He was supposed to be dead right now. He was supposed to be free.

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A/N: Ok, so I did research and stuff, but I'm not am expert on PTSD or eating disorders or anything like that, so sorry if I got or get anything wrong. I'll probably mess up in the future, but whatever. Thanks for reading Chapter 5! As always, have a wonderful day!