"Yet something else that'll occupy his time," mused Harry. "I like it."
The next day Daphne received permission from her father for her mother to come and collect them both to take them to Saint Mungo's; and then on to Diagon Alley.
As they had double charms, first up, they held back after class to speak with the little Charms Master.
"Professor," Daphne began. "We... that is, Harry, Hermione and I... need your permission to leave the school on Saturday in the company of my mother. We will probably be gone for most of the day."
"And may I know the nature of this excursion, Miss Greengrass?" he asked.
"Certainly, Sir," she replied. "First, we're taking Harry to Saint Mungo's to see them about his eyes. It's more than nigh time he had them sorted. Second, we're taking him to buy new clothing in Diagon Alley. I... that is, Hermione and I... will not have him wearing those cast-off rags his muggle so-called guardians force him to wear, any longer."
"I see," he smirked. "I had always wondered why Mister Potter was constantly seen wearing obvious cast-offs that are clearly too big for him. I had begun to think it was some kind of fashion statement."
"No, Sir," Harry half-growled. "It was all my... relatives," he spat the word, "would allow me to wear. 'Dressing you in anything worth money is a waste of such money for a freak like you!'" He mimicked his aunt.
"I see," exclaimed the Professor, clearly shocked at Harry's words and the venom in which they were spoken. "In that case, you have my permission to spend the day away from the school," he said, a little calmer. "I take it you will be returning for the evening meal?"
"Yes, Sir," Daphne firmly replied.
"Very well," he said. "I shall inform the Deputy Headmistress you will be away for the day."
"Professor, may we ask that you inform her, say, on Saturday?" asked Hermione, a little sweetly.
"They're afraid... and it's warranted, in my opinion... that the Headmaster will attempt to stop me leaving the castle," replied an overly calm Harry.
The little Professor looked back at the three of them for a few moments, and mused, "Yes, I see your point. He does seem overly interested in you, doesn't he, Mister Potter?" "Yes, Sir," Harry flatly replied. "I happen to find it quite... unsettling."
"Hmmm..." the Professor smirked. "As there is no time limit by which I advise the senior staff when a student seeks to leave the grounds. And, as you will be in the company of the parent of one of your bondmates, I see no reason to alarm anyone as to your leaving for the day. I shall inform the Deputy Headmistress on Saturday; perhaps about an hour after you leave?"
With matching smirks, the three said, "Thank you, Professor." Before getting up to leave.
After Daphne had 'borrowed' Hedwig, and sent her mother the confirmation a couple days earlier, the three quickly hurried through their breakfast on the Saturday and headed out of the school to meet Deece at the front gate. They felt it was better to meet her there than to raise the Headmaster's suspicion by having Deece meet them in the Entrance Hall.
They only had to stand inside the gates for a few minutes before Deece approached from the Three Broomsticks.
"Ready, you three?" she asked.
With near-matching nods, the three quickly exited the gates and followed the older witch back to the Three Broomsticks. They Floo'ed directly to the arrival point inside Saint Mungo's and sought out the Welcome Witch.
"Mister Potter for an appointment with Healer Jennings," Deece quietly whispered to her. The Welcome Witch's eyes widened when she heard the name, and her eyes immediately met Harry's for a bare flicker before they travelled the couple of inches up to his scar. Harry scowled back, making the witch blush a little.
"Third floor, east wing," the witch muttered to Deece.
With a nod, Deece led the three up the stairs to the right wing and down the passageway.
She led them direct to a plain door with a brass plaque that bore the name 'Healer Tomas Jennings, Eye Specialist'. Without even knocking, she led their small party in.
"Madam Greengrass," the slightly portly man in wizarding hospital scrubs said, as he stood up from behind his desk. "A pleasure to see you," he said, with slight emphasis on the word 'see'.
"Tomas," she said, holding her hand out to the man for the back of her knuckles to be lightly kissed. "That joke gets older with each passing minute."
Healer Jennings didn't seem to look the slightest abashed from her remarks. Instead, he looked even more pleased. "I see your point," he replied, again emphasising the word 'see', and chuckling a little.
Deece just rolled her eyes as the bondmates all grinned.
The healer turned to Harry and said, "And, it's nice to meet you, Mister Potter. I see the reports of your three-way bond are accurate. Madam Greengrass tells me you're here for me to have a look at your eyes." Harry immediately decided he liked the man. "Yes, Sir," he replied with a grin. "I've been looking forward to seeing you."
Healer Jennings barked in laughter for a moment. "Yes, well," he said, calming down again before he indicated a chair in the corner that looked a lot like a muggle dentist's chair. "If you won't mind seeing your way into taking a seat in my personal torture device, we can get started with having a look at your eyes"
Harry chuckled and shook his head before walking over, sitting down and leaning back in the chair.
As the other three sat in three normal seats, Healer Jennings brought over a wheeled stool and parked it next to Harry, near his head. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he then reached out and plucked Harry's battered spectacles off his face. And, with healer's wand in hand, cast a small charm on them. Harry didn't know what all the little figures that then hovered over his glasses meant, but it was obvious the healer did.
Placing the glasses on a little swivel tray, the healer then turned to Harry more directly.
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