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Palliation Chapter 2: Impulse
🕑 Added 2023-08-06 03:45:32 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Here you have it my lovely patrons family. Palliation chapter 2! Chapter one is on ffn and ao3.
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"I am Talking.”
‘I am thinking’
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Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
~George Eliot
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Previously in Palliation:
"Harry…em…emergency" Mathew is panting a bit from exhaustion, trying to regain his breathing.
"Mathew? I swear it Mathew, it seems like you get an emergency only during my break time, why it was only two days ago that you came in-"
"Your patient…Daphne Greengrass…she's awake."
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Palliation
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 2: Impulse~~
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When Harry entered the trauma ward of Saint Mungos, he had already created a list of necessary questions and answers that he and his patient might want to know. The healer in him was also going through a series of tests that he’d need to do on her to make sure she was fine.
What the young healer didn’t expect when he entered the room was to find the trauma ward under trauma. The windows were broken, everything was blasted outwards, there were cracks in the wall too, and the focus of all this seemed to be Bed Number 12. Suspiciously enough, said bed was empty.
“What happened? What’s..What’s this?” Harry asked the nearest ward boy that was helping with the repairs.
He immediately stood straight at being addressed directly by Harry Potter.
“Sir, the patient on bed number twelve did all this.”
Harry was surprised at that. His patient did all this? Was she not stable right now? And if yes, then where was she?
“How did she do all of this?”
“She woke up and started crying almost immediately, saying ‘Mother won’t be happy, this isn’t a good thing’ repetitively. We took it as her confusion after waking up from a magical coma, that maybe she wasn’t oriented to the real world, and that her memories would soon return.” the ward boy told Harry and saw the man nod his head.
“After that, healer Higgs told her that her mother has been dead for a few years, Greengrass was shocked but her accidental magic was unleashed only when she was told that her sister has been dead for a few years too.”
“What?” Mathew asked.
The ward boy nodded. “Yes sir, the moment we told her that her sister is also dead, that’s when she-”
“No, no, not that, I wanted to be clear on the accidental magic part. Are you sure it was accidental magic? Because we are talking about an adult here who has already been trained for seven years to keep her magic in control.” The ward boy nodded again at that.
“It was definitely accidental magic, sir. The scales recorded a large amount of raw magic pouring out of her in that short duration. Surprisingly enough, none of the other patients got hurt. It was only the hospital and, unfortunately, healer Higgs who got harmed.”
Both Harry and Mathew looked at each other, almost as if they were having a mental conversation before Harry asked the ward boy his last question, “Where is my patient and who is with her right now?”
“We called the head healer and he was the one who ordered us to take her to the spell damage ward. I think she’s still there, and, sir, your patient was confused with her body too?”
They didn’t need anything else, not now at least. There was some other place which needed Harry’s attention more.
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Entering the spell damage ward, Harry was surprised at the number of healers that were present there behind the glass wall that excluded the general chamber from the ward rooms. The discussion immediately stopped as the Head healer raised his hand, gaining everyone’s attention.
“Potter.” Lamming called out to the young healer who went ahead and stood near the aged healer “Yes sir?”
“Your patient, Miss Greengrass, has lost consciousness and has been put in a magic suppressing ward because we have been unable to calm her or her magic enough to do our work. We still don’t know what happened, but for some reason, she’s been crying for the past few minutes saying the same thing ‘Tori can’t die so soon’. I am waiting for her to calm down so that we can start with our check-ups and see what caused all this.”
Harry bobbed his head before looking through the one sided see-through glass window. It was charmed so that whoever entered the room could be seen as well as heard what they talked, but the ones inside it couldn’t do the same thing with the ones on the other side.
Healer Lamming was still discussing things with other healers as Harry watched the Slytherin Ice Queen of his time, who was currently stunned. And even though her brain might be going a mile a minute, it still looked like she was sleeping because her eyes remained closed.
“Sir?”
Lamming turned towards Harry, who was still looking at the unconscious form of his patient before his determination filled green eyes looked straight at Lamming. “Miss Greengrass is my responsibility, sir. I will stay here and wait for her to regain her consciousness. I will send a patronus to you when she does, and together we can easily find the root of this new disorder.”
Lamming was surprised at the reclusive healer’s forwardness. It was rare to see Harry Potter demand something, and rarer still to see him demand such a stupid thing. This alert job was not a healer’s thing, it was the ward boy’s work to alert the healers and prepare the patient.
Still, since the healer was demanding it and the boy rarely asked for anything, Lamming agreed and left to see other patients that were waiting for him when he had been called to sort out this emergency.
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‘She’s still unconscious…’
Releasing a deep breath, Harry went back to his chair. He still didn’t know exactly ‘why’ he took this boring job that was more suited for a ward-boy and not for one of the most promising healers of Saint Mungo’s. One moment he was watching the woman, and the next moment he was asking Lamming if he could stay and watch over Greengrass.
‘Maybe I should take a break from this job. I guess this is what Mathew said happens to all good healers ... wait no, he said this is what happens to all those who do things without thinking of the consequences ... ah well, nothing new there cause I was always like that.’
Harry took another sip from his favorite mug, he had left it in the library when Mathew had come rushing for him. And by the time he had gone to take the cup again, the coffee in it had gone cold.
Harry did regret the loss of good coffee as it was equal to a crime in his eyes, but sometimes, you can be forgiven if you had a suitable enough reason to do it. And technically, a patient’s life should always come before a cup of strong coffee.
The healer was about to open the tome that he'd been reading in the library, that he finally got issued to pass his time here when he felt the alert ward in the magic suppression chamber give him the message he had been waiting for the past four hours.
Flicking his wand out from the holster, Harry cast the patronus charm and sent the message to healers Lamming and Mathew that Daphne Greengrass was regaining her consciousness.
Within minutes, both the healers entered the room and found Harry looking through the glass window. They stood on his either side and found that his patient was sitting in the bed and was looking at her hands and her legs.
The weird thing was, she was looking at them like they didn’t belong there on her body, as if either her limbs were wrong or….or she was in the wrong body.
“So, what’s the report, Potter? Anything else happened while we were away?” Lamming asked him.
“Yes, sir. Patient woke up with no sense of direction and was holding her head, presumably in pain. She then ran for the door, but for some reason, she fell face first on the floor. She then rubbed her head and since then, she had been eying her hands and legs for the past minute.” Harry gave the report to his senior.
Both the senior healers frowned at that. There were a few disorders that had this symptom and neither of those sounded good or easy to cure, “What do you think we should do, sir?”
“I’ll go inside and check the patient. While you two will stay here and hear us. That way we can always make the diagnosis, sounds good?” Harry asked the two senior healers who consented to this method.
Harry took a deep breath and went inside the small room that was painted completely white and had nothing except a small door for the washroom, a bed with a plain white sheet, a small bedside table, and a chair.
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Harry entered the room and saw his batchmate immediately turn towards him, a scowl marring her face, “Hello Daph-”
“Who are you?”
Harry stopped at that, ‘Wait, what? Daphne Greengrass didn’t recognise him?’
They had been batchmates for seven whole years and even though Harry preferred to stay away from the newspapers, he knew that the Prophet had recently published an article with his face on the front page.
“You don’t know me?” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
Daphne made a face at that “Well, duh. Of course I don’t. Why else would I ask you if I already knew you?”
Harry rubbed the back of his head and gave a sheepish smile “Good point.”
“Yes, now who are you? And what do you guys want? And be truthful, because I may look thin, but I can definitely punch hard.” She immediately made a fist and took up a defensive stance…while sitting on the bed.
Harry was still confused, this was not the ice queen he knew of. He had assumed she might be a bit angry and confused. But he was sure that a witch like her would never resort to fighting physically when the first thing she should have done was search for her wand or threaten him with accidental magic…’Wait, does that mean..?’
“Who are you?” Harry asked her, frowning and flicking his arm to pull out his wand. If this accident in the department of mysteries had somehow botched a person’s soul, and instead of Daphne Greengrass this was someone else in her body, then they were in big trouble.
‘This might also be the reason why she was confused when she first saw her limbs’ But if this was true, then they were in for a really weird mess.
“Wait, is that a wand? Are you a wizard? Oh good good, that’s a relief. For a moment, I thought I was in a muggle building and you were a muggle.” Daphne sighed in relief before stiffening again and narrowing her eyes at Harry who was still standing beside the door.
“I am not going to tell you till you tell me who you are, Maisy has taught me that there are bad wizards who might want to take us away. Wait! Have you taken me away? Where are we? And what have you done to me?!”
Daphne frantically tried to move away from him, but due to her imbalance, instead of walking away like she had wanted to, she got tangled in the bed sheet and fell down on the other side of the bed, making the bed as her defensive cover.
Harry on the other hand was getting even more confused, this was getting weirder by each passing moment, and he needed to sort it out, fast.
“Wait-Wait.” Harry holstered his wand and raised both his hands in the universal gesture of placating someone, so that they could calm down. “I’ll tell you everything, you don’t need to go on the defensive…especially like that.”
Daphne blushed beet red as she tried and failed to untangle herself from the bed sheet.
‘This is definitely not how Maisy had taught me to take the defensive stance.’ She thought before peeking from the other side of the bed and nodding her head “Go on, I am listening.”
“You are in St. Mungos, the wizarding hospital for Magical maladies and I am Healer Po-”
“St. Mungos? And you’re a healer…What Happened? Am I sick? Where is my mother? Is she sick too? Did she send me here? She’s not outside that door, is she? Please tell me if she is, and trust me whatever she has told you guys is all a lie, I am not like that at all.”
Daphne had forgotten all about her tangled limbs and instead wiggled a bit so that she could look at Harry more clearly.
“Err..no, your mother isn’t here. I’d like to know your name and who Maisy is.” Harry told her trying his level best to not laugh at the tangled form of the Ice Queen of Slytherin looking fearfully at the door.
“I-I am Daphne, Daphne Greengrass of House Greengrass, and Maisy is the Greengrass house elf, she always takes care of me and my younger sister Tori.” Daphne told him and saw the healer nod.
‘So this is Daphne, well that’s a relief…but what’s this about her mother and her sister? Both have been dead for years…’ Harry frowned a bit “Well, to answer your question. No, your mother didn’t send you here and she didn’t tell us anything about you.”
Daphne sighed in relief at that. She was about to ask more when she remembered something. Something that was really important, something that she had been ignoring for sometime but she couldn’t ignore it now.
“Err… Mr Healer sir? Can you please help me untangle myself? It’s quite painful and my butt is in pain because of that fall.” Daphne asked the friendly looking healer with a small sheepish smile.
Harry couldn’t control his laughter anymore after that. Daphne blushed beet red and gave a small pout as Harry came and bent down to untangle her. That’s when something caught her eye and she started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” Harry asked her as he tried to pull her arms from the bed-sheet.
“I knew that he was famous, but I didn’t know he was that famous.” And she started laughing again.
“Famous who?”
“Harry Potter, you like him too, right? That’s why you renamed yourself Harry Potter, right?” She asked, pointing at his name that was printed on the healer’s apron which he was wearing.
“What? No. I am Harry Potter, haven’t you seen my face?”
Shockingly enough, Daphne started laughing harder at that “Come on, Mr Healer. Both of us know you can’t be Harry Potter. He’s my age!” She told him in a matter-of-fact manner.
Harry stopped pulling her other arm out and instead looked straight at the twenty six year old woman, “And how old are you, miss Greengrass?”
Daphne shook her head as she tutted in disappointment, “You never ask a lady her age, Mr Healer. Still, since you asked me politely, I’ll tell you.” And the woman took a deep breath before sitting up a bit straighter and looking straight in his eyes, still tangled in those sheets.
“I am six years old.”
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Coming out of the spell damage ward, Harry immediately closed the door behind him and saw the two senior healers that had seen and heard everything that happened in the past ten minutes between the Greengrass heiress and him.
“So…” Harry began and the other two nodded, their faces completely somber. Telling him that all three of them had come to the same diagnostic result.
“Yes, Harry. Miss Greengrass is suffering fro-”
“-Retrograde Amnesia. I know that Mathew. I came to that same conclusion when I was there.” Harry agreed with the two, “But what should we do now? Should we call our mind healer for the test or should we keep her under observation for now?”
“Let’s keep her under observation for now. Hopefully, her amnesia will be cured within the normal time duration. But if there is no change in her by tomorrow, then we will contact our mind healer and trace the root of this problem.” Healer Lamming told the two before moving out of the room.
Harry was about to move out too, but something stopped him. He turned and looked back at Daphne. That wasn’t the twenty-six year old heiress Daphne Greengrass he was looking at, who was an unspeakable now and was the Ice Queen of Slytherin.
No, he was looking at a mentally six years old Daphne Greengrass, who had been told that this was a small case of accidental magic, that her family was still alive and well. And that she was in St Mungo’s till the magic reverted itself and she got her six year old physique again.
Harry doesn’t like lying to his patients, but the fact is, sometimes one lie can save your life. And that one lie is better than a hundred truths.
Therefore, this was the standard story which was told to anyone who suffered from Temporary Retrograde Amnesia.
Thankfully, the woman hadn’t made a fuss at that and had accepted Harry’s word completely. She had then proceeded to answer a few standard questions that were asked from a patient suffering from memory loss, which she had answered to the best of her knowledge, even though they were wrong now.
“What year is it?”
“It’s 1986, Mr Healer.” It was 2006.
“How many members are there in your family?”
“There are four members. Me, my little sister, Tori, my mother and my grandfather. Oh and we have a really old house elf named Maisy whom I consider my family. Though I don’t know why she isn’t coming when I am calling her. Is there an anti-elf ward here, Mr healer?”
Harry had corrected her that she could call him Harry even if she thought that it was a made up name, to which she had agreed only because Mr healer sounded weird and she was a heiress, and of course, heiresses didn’t do anything weird.
There wasn’t any anti-elf ward here either. Her elf wasn’t responding because either her magic wasn’t working completely right now or Harry was afraid that her elf had also died in the raid which killed Lady Greengrass. Harry still didn’t know which one was true, but he was hoping that it was the former.
And after a few questions like these, he had bid her goodbye, making a pinky promise to come back later if he was free and play with her, possibly bring a few toys too. He knew he’d be too busy and probably too tired, but for some reason he really wanted to fulfill that promise.
Maybe it was because of all the hope she had put in her eyes and then she had happily laughed when he agreed? Maybe. But right now, Harry was hoping that by the time he came back tomorrow, Daphne Greengrass would’ve returned to her former self. Fingers crossed.
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She hadn’t.
Harry had just entered the hospital and the first thing that he had done after signing his attendance in the Hospital’s healer register, was go to the spell damage ward and meet the ward boy that was in-charge of monitoring the patient.
“No apparent change in body language or mental state and no emotional distress. She is exactly the way she was left, sir.” The ward boy had told him.
Therefore, Daphne Greengrass hadn’t changed. Her Amnesia wasn’t regressing and her memories weren’t returning. She was still living mentally as a six year old girl while physically she was twenty-six, and she still believed the lie that had been told to her yesterday.
Harry looked at the strongly brewed coffee that was waiting for him on his office table. He’d thank his assistant for this morning ritual that he did everyday by bringing a cup of strong coffee in his favorite mug before he started his day as a Healer.
And today, he really needed it since he hadn’t been able to sleep last night because of all the stress. He was really worried for his patient and had spent almost the entire night studying the cure, types, and duration of Retrograde Amnesia.
Therefore, there were clear bags under his eyes that were screaming about his last night, the dark circles and his drowsy stature wasn’t helping either. He just hoped that there would be less patients today and that he’d be able to go home on time.
Harry also made a mental note to meet with Healer Lamming and ask his permission to contact their mind healer who’d do the mental tests that his patient needed for her proper diagnosis and treatment.
The healer blew on the coffee’s surface to cool it down a bit before taking a small sip and releasing a deep tired breath as he leaned back in his chair.
Finishing up his cappuccino, Harry called his assistant, who came inside holding a small file with papers sticking out of it.
Harry took the file and started reading the list of patients that were waiting for him today. He checked it before sighing “Again?”
His assistant, a new muggleborn healer by the name George, who was working under him to gain more experience shrugged his shoulders and laughed when Harry shook his head “They just want to be treated by you, they don’t want any other healer, sir.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know they just want to be treated by the man-who-won or another such stupid title that The Prophet gave me. Honestly, I am really tired of this fame. I am sure that if I was a regular healer there wouldn’t be sixty-seventy patients waiting for me every day, with stupid excuses like the common cold and pain in limbs.”
George laughed again when he saw his senior grumble like this. It was always a fun sight to see him like this in the morning. When he had first joined, he was terrified of working under Harry Potter, because the man was famous as well as one of the best healers in St. Mungos.
But soon enough, he had learnt that Harry was a pretty easy going man. He didn’t hold any grudge, didn’t take part in hospital politics or gossip, treated every patient equally and was happy reading up new things in the medical field whenever he got some free time.
Also, Harry was ignorant of how he looked. According to him, there were sixty patients waiting for him only because he was famous. But that was partially true, still no one gets 35-40 female patients every other day ‘just’ because they were famous.
At first, George thought that Harry was simply being idiotic, then he thought that Harry was being ignorant purposefully. But now he knew that Harry was just too dumb to see that his looks and the fact that he was the most eligible bachelor in Britain was partially the reason for most of those female patients.
“When should I start with the patients, sir?” George asked Harry who was still doing a facepalm and was reading the list through the small slit that had formed between his two fingers while pressed on his face.
“Huh? Oh, do the usual, give a pepper-up to all those who are just feeling lethargic and tired, a dreamless sleep draught to the ones who are here for anxiety and depression, and give nutrition potion to those who are here for ‘Common cold’, a disease that can never affect wizards.” The sarcasm was too thick.
“You know, they’ll still complain and only go once they’ve met you. Right?” George asked him and laughed when Harry gave a small groan.
“Alright, send them in and keep on sending them so that they don’t get more than five minutes. I will tell you if a patient needs more time.” Harry told his assistant who nodded and went out of the office into the patient waiting area to start the day.
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Four hours later, Harry gave a small sigh when the last patient left him. His work for the Out Patient Department was done and now he could take a small break before going on the rounds and checking the patients who were admitted and were waiting for their routine check-ups.
But that reminded him, he had something to do before he could take his break. And with that thought in mind, Harry left his office.
Returning the Ward boy’s greeting who was sitting outside the Head Healer’s office, he asked if Healer Lamming was free or not. This was just an official thing which Harry followed even though healer Lamming had told him repeatedly that the doors to his office will always welcome Harry without any issue.
The ward boy knew that too and immediately agreed. Harry was about to open the door when the door was opened from inside to reveal healer Johnson standing there, his blue eyes were dull and there was a frown on his forehead. Harry didn’t even get to say ‘hello’ to the senior healer who just closed the door, completely ignoring him.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and entered the office of the head healer who was sitting on his chair, signing a few documents, with the Hospital’s symbol on them. These actually looked like transfer papers which were probably from one of the minor hospitals or smaller clinics that were around Britain.
“Good afternoon, sir, I didn’t disturb you, did I?” Harry asked the aged healer, who shook his head before dropping his quill back in the ink vial and looking up at Harry.
“How may I help you today, Potter? Considering that this is a work related visit and not a casual visit for friendly chat.” Lamming asked him.
“Yes, sir, I have the report of Patient Greengrass. She-”
“-Hasn’t recovered yet and we are now facing a patient who is suffering from prolonged retrograde amnesia. Yes, I already know that.” Lamming said before cracking his neck and massaging the sides.
“When you were entering, did you meet Healer Johnson on the way?” The head healer asked Harry who gave a single confused nod “Yes sir.”
“He is our resident expert mind healer at the moment. I have already told him the case of your patient. He has said that he’ll do the necessary tests and we will have the results of those tests four hours from now.”
Harry nodded his head before asking Lamming’s permission to leave. The head healer, for his part, was already reading through another transfer paper. Yes, the job of the head healer was indeed time consuming and tiring, Harry hoped he’d never end up in that post.
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“One cheese burger, please.”
“Sure, that would be-Ah hello Harry, how’re you?”
Harry gave a small smile at the friendly waitress who was behind the counter in the hospital's cafeteria. She was one of the few people who Harry could say was friendly with almost everyone here.
And she was really helpful to all the newbies who recently joined. Sometimes, he suspected that she was the one who had told his assistant about his morning coffee routine, but he couldn't say for sure. Not that he was complaining.
“I am fine, Agatha, just the usual.”
“Good, good, a growing young man like you needs a good diet. You look quite thin as it is, now please have a bite and I'll bring you your burger in ten minutes.” Agatha said as she started working on his order.
Harry took the corner seat of the cafeteria, the one which was near the window. It was one of the few places where he could sit and enjoy his food as well as the view of the evening skyline outside.
The stars were slowly coming out and the kids were returning home, tired after playing with their friends. It was a beautiful sight. Thankfully, the cafeteria was made the way to show the streets of muggle London, and Harry was happy to note that it seemed that the world was peaceful and going at a sedate pace.
The young healer was so lost in his mind that he didn’t notice the small elf who had popped before him “Harry Potter sir?”
Harry immediately turned towards the small magical creature who was looking at him with his big blue eyes, “Yes?”
“Master Lamming bees calling you sirs, he be saying ‘the results came’.” The elf told him and popped away with a snap of his fingers.
Harry on the other hand had already left his seat and was running towards the Head Healer’s office as fast as he could without bumping into anyone. The results of his patient’s mental tests were finally here. This was what he had been waiting for the past four hours.
“Harry? HARRY, WHAT ABOUT YOUR BURGER?!” Agatha asked the man who was running away from the cafeteria.
“SORRY, AGATHA, I’LL EAT IT LATER!!” And with that, Harry left towards the head healer’s office.
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Harry knocked twice on the door to Lamming’s office and entered when he heard his senior’s affirmation. Inside the office, both Johnson and Lamming were sitting on the opposite side of the table.
“Come, Harry, we were waiting for you. Edward here has finally finished his tests and is ready to tell us the results.” Lamming told him as he took the other chair beside Healer Johnson or as Lamming had introduced him, Edward.
“Potter, your patient has been physically healed. There aren't any ruptured arteries or tumors in the brain, which is quite good considering the fact that she is a trauma patient and her report says her location was quite close to the blast.” Edward began gaining Harry’s attention immediately.
“But her mental state isn’t good. You see, there are six parts of the brain that help in formation of a long term memory, together they are called ‘The limbic system’. Now, Miss Greengrass has suffered major damage to the limbic system.”
“Fortunately enough, I was able to revive three parts of her brain, namely the Hippocampus, the amygdala and the Basal ganglia.” Edward saw Harry looking at him with confused eyes, so he tried to simplify it.
“Potter, you see, our brain stores memory in two forms, namely, the short term form and the long term form. Now, the three parts that I was able to correct are the ones that record a short term memory, save it and add emotional attachment to the memory that is stored, alright till this point?” Harry nodded his head making the mind healer continue his explanation.
“Currently, there’s some sort of force field that is stopping my mental probe from reaching her long term memories. I had forcefully created a separate area of the brain which is temporary and will transform her newly formed short-term memories into long term memories.”
“What about the original parts that are involved? What will happen to those parts?” Lamming asked the mind healer who gave a small shrug.
“I can’t really say anything. The mind is one of the most treasured and least researched areas of the body. The current knowledge that is used by healers is a combination of muggle and magical knowledge which is still incomplete.” He then turned towards Harry who was already in his deep thinking state.
“What I know is that the part of her brain that is currently having her memories from age six to age twenty-six is locked due to a magical force field. Unfortunately, it is her magic that is trying to protect those memories, it is trying to-”
“Wait, what do you mean by that? Her magic is the thing that has locked her memories?” Harry asked Edward who nodded.
“Yes, her magic has suffered great damage and therefore it still assumes that Daphne’s memories need to be preserved. This is why there was a magical outburst yesterday when Healer Higgs tried to tell her about the deaths of her family members. Her magic thinks that she is in danger and is trying to protect her memories, since it can’t do that any other way, it has locked all of them.”
Finally, they understood the root cause of her problems, but then what could they do now? If it was foreign magic then it could have been problematic but this was her own magic. They couldn’t do anything regarding that.
“Wait, why did she specifically revert back to six years of age? Why not before that or after that age?” Edward nodded his head at Harry’s question.
“I tried getting as much of her past as possible and the reason her magic stopped locking her memories specifically at six years of age is that, six years ago, on the eve of winter solstice, she was witnessing fireworks at night when there was an accident of some kind. Some kid in a bout of mischief ignited a small cracker and threw it in a box containing many others.
“The resulting blast wasn’t like the one her brain saw in the department, but it was close enough. So, this is an assumption that her magic assumed the fact that if her brain could take a small blast like that and survive, then it could definitely survive a major one like the one that occurred in the department.” He looked at both Harry and Lamming.
“That is why her magic didn’t protect the memories before six years of age, leading her to believe that she was six years old.” Edward took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair after this explanation.
“So, right now, you have healed half of her limbic system, which means she can store short term memories, add emotions and feelings that she has experienced and store them in another part of the brain that you’ve temporarily created for storage and formation of long term memories, right?” Harry asked the healer.
“Exactly, as of now, your patient is mentally a six year old Daphne Greengrass who can learn and remember new things but her original memories from six till twenty-six years of age are locked by her own magic, and we can’t do anything to remove or change it, she’ll have to do it herself.” Edward gave his final statement regarding the case.
“So, what do we do now?” Harry asked Lamming who was deep in his thoughts.
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Ending Note: There you have it fellas, Chapter Two of Palliation. Liked it? Loved it? Needs some changes? Please, do tell.
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