Forever in my Memory

No. 4 Privet Drive

June 21, 1995

11:57 AM

Harry slowly sat down at the dinning table, aware that his relatives were giving him nervous looks.

Aunt Marge and Aunt Petunia were wearing identical red dresses, Uncle Vernon was wearing a white suit, and Dudley was wearing a black tee shirt with a silver serpent on the front and black jeans. Harry himself was wearing baggy blue jeans and a red sweater that Mrs. Weasley had made for him.

Petunia set a plate with a half of a tuna sandwich in front of him, frowning when he just stared at it.

Uncle Vernon cleared his throat. Harry looked at him, wondering why he wasn´t at work. Uncle Vernon cleared his throat again. "Harry, in light of your behavior lately, we have written to the headmaster of your school, Mr. Dumbledor."

Harry narrowed his eyes, not liking where this was going.

Vernon took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. "He´s sending a man named Marc Jonah to talk to you. He´s a magic psychologist and he´ll be here today at 1 o`clock. You will talk to him. You..."

He broke off when Harry pushed away from the table and ran to his room. "Harry Potter! Come back here!"

Harry ignored him as he slammed his bedroom door behind him.

A psychologist? I don´t need a psychologist, I´m fine! Why can´t they leave me alone?

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June 21, 1995

1:02 PM

Marc Jonah, a tall handsome man in his late thirties, with wavy, dark blond hair and piercing gray eyes, knocked on the door of No. 4 Privet Drive. He was wearing a white polo shirt and tan pants and was carrying a small black knapsack.

The door was opened by a skinny, blond woman. He smiled. "Mrs. Dursley?"

At her nod, he continued. "I´m Dr. Marc Jonah. I´m here about Mr. Potter."

She smiled and opened the door wider to allow him to enter. "Please come in. I want to thank you for coming. Harry´s had us all worried."

He nodded. "You´re very welcome. Where is Mr. Potter?"

"He´s in his room." She sighed. "Ever since we told him about you, he´s refused to come out. Vernon, my husband, is up there now, trying to convince him to come down."

Marc folded his hands in front of him. "Well, if Mr. Potter won´t come out here, perhaps I should go up to him. He might feel more comfortable in his room, in his own territory."

Mrs. Dursley nodded again. "You may be right, Dr. Jonah. This way."

She led him up the stairs and down the hall to a door on the right. She knocked and opened the door. The room was small, with an unmade bed on the far wall, a window on the left wall. There was a small desk and a closet on the right. A trunk sat at the foot of the bed. The room was otherwise bare.

A large man was standing in the middle of the room, a large woman next to him. The man was talking to a small teenager sitting on the bed. "...coming down stairs! You..."

The man looked up when the door opened and stopped when he saw Marc. Marc smiled and extended his hand to the man, setting his knapsack down. "Hello. Mr. Dursley?"

The man nodded as he shook Marc´s hand warily. "Yes. This is my sister, Marge."

He gestured to the woman. She shook Marc´s hand. Marc smiled. "I´m Dr. Marc Jonah. Please call me Marc. `Dr.´ makes me feel old."

He turned to the boy, watching them without interest, green eyes dull. "And you must be Harry Potter. Albus has told me all about you. Always getting into trouble, driving Severus Snape insane. Just like your father."

At this, Harry´s eyes brightened for a second, then faded back into apathy.

Marc mentally took note of it, then continued. "Harry, the reason I´m here is because your family is very worried about you. So is Albus. He tells me that you won´t eat or speak and that you are having trouble sleeping. That you are having nightmares. Albus sent me to help you. Will you let me?"

Harry stared at him for a moment, and then shrugged. Marc turned to include the Dursleys in the conversation, one-sided though it was. "Today I´m going to conduct a physical exam and then you and I, Harry, are going to get to know each other. It will be just the two of us. I like to know what I´m working with before I start therapy. We´ll begin therapy next session. I would like to meet with Harry twice a week, at least for now. How does every Tuesday and Thursday sound?"

The last question was directed to the Dursleys, who agreed.

Mr. Dursley gave his nephew one last look and turned to Marc. "Well, Marc, we´ll leave you to it. If you need any thing, we´ll be downstairs in the living room."

With that, he, along with his wife and sister, went out the door, closing it behind them.

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Harry watched his relatives leave, and then turned towards `Marc´ with a slightly hostile expression on his face. Marc just smiled and drew his wand and a roll of parchment out of his bag.

He unrolled the parchment and set it on the desk, and then walked over to Harry. "This will just take a moment."

Raising his wand, Marc muttered a quick spell. Harry´s skin tingled for a few seconds and then Marc was done. Marc walked back to the desk and picked up the parchment. He read it and turned back to Harry with a sigh. "Well Harry, you´re 5´5" and you weigh 85 pounds. That is dangerously underweight! You really need to start eating more."

Harry just sighed at the familiar lecture, stood up and walked over to the window.

Marc walked over to him. "Harry, I need to know. Did you stop eating correctly on purpose?"

Harry whipped his head around to stare at Marc. What?! Does he...He thinks I´m trying to starve myself?! Why would I do that? Maybe I´m just not hungry. Has anyone thought of that? No, of course not! Why would it be that simple?

He didn´t voice his thoughts out loud though. He just continued to stare at Marc.

Marc, for his part, just raised an eyebrow. "Alright, I´ll take that as a no. Still, if you don´t start eating, you will end up in the hospital, where you´ll be fed with an IV. Even in St. Mungo´s."

Harry turned back to the window.

Marc watched for a moment, and then smiled brightly. "Alright then! Let me tell you about myself. I was born in Wales. I´m an only child. My family and I moved to London when I was six. I´m a Hogwarts graduate; I went to school with your parents. I was in Ravenclaw. My best subjects were DADA and Muggle Studies. My worst were Potions and Transfigurations; I can´t change a needle into a match to save my life! I´m a psychologist, my office is in Hogsmeade. I´m unmarried. I´m thirty-two years old. And I´m a friend of Albus Dumbledore. Now, why don`t you tell me about yourself."

Harry stared at him. The only people he knew who talked that fast were Colin and Dennis Creevey. Even Hermione didn´t talk that fast!

He sighed. I have to deal with this twice a week?! And for who knows how long! This is going to be a long summer!

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Remus Lupin´s Cottage

June 22, 1995

2:27 PM

Sirius Black looked up from the kitchen table when the tawny Hogwarts owl flew through the open window. He had been at Remus Lupin´s house for two days, after `altering the old crowd´ as Dumbledore had asked.

Remus lived in a small, broken down cottage on the out-skirts of Bath. The cottage white, and had two bedrooms, a living room, a small kitchen and a bathroom.

Sirius took the letter tied to the owl's foot and began to read, running a hand through his shoulder-length hair. The first thing he did when he got to the cottage, was get a haircut. And a bath.

He read the letter, growing pale. "REMY!"

Remus ran into the kitchen, slightly alarmed by the shout. "Padfoot? What´s wrong?"

"It´s Harry."

Remus frowned. "Harry? What´s wrong with him?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don´t know. Dumbledore wants to talk to us. He says it´s about Harry, and that it´s important. He also said not to panic. Therefore, I´m panicking. Something is wrong with Harry."

Remus nodded. "Let's go."