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Blackhawk saw him looking around and smiled. "In the clinic, you will see and hear no-one but those assigned to your care and no-one else will see you and hear you."
"Wow." Harry said, impressed as Sirius was.
"You are entitled to your privacy, Mister Potter."
"Thank you." Harry was sincere and his words heartfelt.
"Yes, thank you." Sirius echoed because he was pleased at the protection of Harry's identity.
Harry grinned quickly at Sirius in a shared moment of satisfaction.
Blackhawk led them into the building to their right and into a warm and friendly room; a sitting area was off to the left, and a table set out with food to the right. "This is my consulting room. Please both of you take a seat and have some refreshments; you have had a long journey. There is a bathroom if you wish to freshen up."
He left them to it and they made short work of the sandwiches and juice. Sirius urged Harry into cleaning up and then made use of the bathroom himself. He felt grimy. He wanted a shower and bed. He made do and went back into the room just as Blackhawk rejoined them with a woman who reminded him of McGonagall and was introduced as Doctor Helen Jordan.
They sat on sofas facing each other; the healers on one side, Sirius and Harry on the other.
Blackhawk gestured at Sirius. "We will discuss your treatment afterwards, Lord Black. I would like to first discuss your ward's."
"Shouldn't there, uh, be scans first?" Harry asked perplexed. He instinctively shifted closer to Sirius.
Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. "I have to admit to the same question."
"All the scans were performed passively during the time you've already spent in this room." Jordan said kindly.
"Saves time," quipped Sirius, a little disturbed that they'd been monitored and assessed without his knowledge.
Blackhawk returned his gaze to Sirius. "It is normally our practice to discuss treatment with the child present if that's OK with you."
Sirius could almost feel Harry bristling at being called a child. "Harry's a young man rather than a child, I think." He looked at his godson. "Are you OK with staying?"
"I'll stay." Harry said immediately.
They both turned back to Blackhawk with expectant looks.
"We'll start with the minor and work our way up to the major." Blackhawk explained. He indicated that Jordan should take over.
Sirius felt Harry tensing under his hand but he didn't remove it. He kept it there, a silent sign that he was there for Harry.
"Mister Potter…" Jordan began.
"Harry, please." Harry interrupted.
She smiled gently. "Harry. You have some malnutrition and physical weakness caused by poor diet. We can easily fix this with potions and a better diet going forward. We also incorporate muggle techniques in our healing hence why I'm a Doctor as well as a Healer. We want to build up your physical fitness so there'll be an exercise programme for you to do. It'll get you in tip top shape for Quidditch. How does that sound so far?"
"OK." Harry said warily and Sirius knew that he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Jordan smiled kindly. "We also believe that it would a good idea for you to see a mind healer and learn some defensive mind magic."
Sirius had to hand it to them; Harry would have protested at the words 'mind healer' but for that last dangling carrot.
"Defensive mind magic?" Harry asked eagerly.
"An art called Occlumency." Jordan said. "It helps to keep your secrets and your mind safe. It would offer another layer of protection against Dementors."
"Brilliant." Harry proclaimed with relief. He shared a glance with Sirius, an acknowledgement that Harry would be learning something they had already discussed.
Sirius squeezed his shoulder a touch as Jordan glanced at Blackhawk.
"There is also something our scans found we need to discuss with you to determine a path forward." Blackhawk said solemnly.
Harry tensed straight back up and Sirius's eyes narrowed on Blackhawk.
"I do not know if you are aware but your father and mother invoked a spell that placed a protective barrier around you." Blackhawk began.
"Yes, that is…I was…attacked in my first year and the Headmaster said my mother's love protected me." Harry said quietly. "Is that what you mean?"
"In part," Blackhawk agreed, "the spell is powered by your father's – your – family magic so he must have called it forth and sent it to your mother somehow."
Sirius's eyes widened. Family magic was used to bind oaths and judge the breaking of them. It was an additional power source but only for the Head of House – it had been the reason why James had been able to ensure he and Lily survived three encounters with Voldemort. How had James convinced the magic to power a spell Lily had cast?
"However," Blackhawk continued, "the spell itself works only if a mother sacrifices her own life for her child and her love for you was the reason she could make that sacrifice."
Sirius watched anxiously as Harry considered Blackhawk's description, Harry's hands twisting anxiously in his lap.
"When the Dementors…I hear them; Dad telling her to take me and run, and Mum begging Voldemort to leave me and kill her instead." Harry said softly. "He told her to stand aside but she wouldn't…"
Sirius's heart just about broke. "Of course she wouldn't," he said gently, "she loved you very much." He pulled him into a half-hug, and was surprised when Harry didn't resist the comfort.
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