Now, let's have a look," he muttered waving his wand over Harry's face. The healer rapidly developed a frown before he sat back a little and muttered, "That's not right."
"Oh?" asked Harry, a little concerned.
Focussing back on Harry, the healer explained, "Your glasses do not match the correction you need, Mister Potter. If anything, they're making matters worse. Do you get headaches towards the end of each day?"
"Sometimes," replied Harry. "But, that's usually if I've been studying for too long; or, focussing on the one thing for too long."
"Hmmm..." the healer nodded. "For a start, you really don't need glasses, Mister Potter. I take it you acquired them in the muggle world?" "Yes, Sir," replied Harry, not wanting to elaborate.
"Well, your eye problem is quite easy to fix," explained the healer. "All it takes is a few drops of a potion in each eye. Then we bandage your eyes to keep light out for about an hour before removing the bandages once more."
"Then what?" asked Harry. "Then, Mister Potter, your eyesight will have been repaired. No more need to wear spectacles!"
Looking a little gob smacked, Harry stared back and asked, "Really? It's that easy?"
"Yes, Mister Potter," the healer replied, a little surprised. "Would you like me to proceed?" "What? Now?" asked Harry, surprised again.
"Yes, of course," the healer returned. "You won't need your glasses by the time you leave this office."
Harry glanced over at Deece and his two bondmates. Clearly they recognised his expression as one of pleading.
"Do it, Harry," replied Deece to his expression. "The ladies and I can spend the time in the cafeteria while we wait."
Turning back to the healer, Harry was almost in tears. "Do it," he firmly stated.
"Excellent," the healer replied with a smile. He then rose from his chair and went to the large cabinet behind his desk. He pulled out a small potion phial with an eyedropper and two leather-like pads. Returning to his stool he described, "First, I'm going to place a light numbing charm on your eyes. Then I'm going to place four drops of this potion in each eye, and immediately ask you to close each as I finish with it. And, finally, I'm going to be placing these special eye pads on each eye and hold them in place with a light sticking charm. So, please don't try to remove them until I come back and remove them for you."
Harry nodded that he understood and tried to relax.
Just as he described, Healer Jennings worked until both Harry's eyes wore the patches. He then said, "The reason for the numbing charms is because I've been told how the potion can be somewhat uncomfortable while it's working. And, while it's working, I'm turning on my little wizarding radio for your listening stations?"
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"No, Sir," replied Harry.
Harry heard the healer turn the radio on and hear the sounds of Celestina Warbeck singing. It wasn't loud, but it was soothing.
"I'll be working at my desk, Mister Potter," the healer then said. "I hope you forgive me if I start singing along to the radio. I've been told it's a good thing I answered the call to become a healer. Apparently, my singing voice is quite dreadful." The healer made it sound as if he was somewhat offended by that observation.
Harry smiled but didn't respond.
He also realised his bondmates and future mother-in-law had already left. It was then he realised he almost referred to them as his 'family'. But, he also realised, that's exactly what they were, his family; along with Matthias and Astoria. For now. The thought made him smile.
After a while he was daydreaming about what the future had in store for 'The Potters' when Healer Jenkins called from his desk, "Alright, Mister Potter. It's time for me to take those patches away."
Harry suddenly tensed a little; realising the time of truth about his eyes was at hand. He listened as the healer approached and pulled his little stool in closer. "Let's have a look, shall we?"
Harry barely felt the pads being removed but kept his eyes shut for the whole time.
"Alright, Mister Potter," the healer said. "Time to open your eyes."
Harry blinked them open, but saw that everything was still a little blurry. He could also see that the healer's left hand was shading his eyes.
Harry frowned a little as he knew he couldn't see properly.
"Do not fret, so, Mister Potter," the healer chuckled a little. "The numbing charm is stopping your eyes from focussing properly. One moment."
Harry saw the healer wand come back and pass over his face with a muttered, "Finite," and his vision cleared.
Gently and a little slowly, the healer pulled his hand away, and Harry realised everything was in perfect focus. Seeing the expression on Harry's face, the healer chuckled and said, "I can see you're surprised with how well you can see now."
Harry turned his eyes to the healer with a look of almost awe. "Wow!" he softly said.
"Indeed," the healer chuckled again.
Adjusting the chair for Harry to sit a little straighter, he pointed to a chart on the wall alongside his desk that Harry looked straight at, and instructed, "Start reading from the top of the chart, please."
Harry did so and only started to get difficulty on the second bottom line.
"Excellent," said the healer.
When Harry frowned, the healer gently said, "I don't expect you to read any better than that, Mister Potter. I did, once, have a wizard who had the animagus form of a hawk who managed to read the bottom line. But, that was the only time."
He then patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You just rest there, for the moment, and I have a little ceremony for you to do." Before he rose and returned to his cabinet.
From the bottom he pulled out a big cardboard box and brought it back. Holding it for Harry to look within, he smiled and said, "This box contains all the spectacles of those who wore them and whose eyes I recently fixed. You no longer need yours, Mister Potter; so, throw them on in!"
Harry realised he had automatically picked his up from the tray, where the healer had placed them earlier. He looked down at them in his hand, grinned, and lobbed them into the box.
"Well done, Mister Potter!" the healer almost crowed. "Just so you know, each time this box fills, I send it off to the muggles for their use. I don't know what happens to them then, but..." and shrugged with a grin.
Harry had just finished swinging his legs off the side of the chair when Deece and his bondmates... his family... returned. He immediately grinned at all three.
"That's better," Daphne softly said, coming closer to have a better look. "Now I can see those lovely emerald eyes better."
Hermione, also coming closer, smiled and said, "You're almost twinkling like the Headmaster." "Hey!" he exclaimed, mock hurt.
Both girls giggled.
"What next?" Deece asked, already knowing the answer.
"Shopping!" both girls suddenly and happily exclaimed in reply.
With a smile, Deece looked to Healer Jennings and said, "Bill it to the Potter Accounts."
With a smile and a nod in agreement, the healer turned to Harry and said, "It was a pleasure to see you, Mister Potter. If you have any problems, please come back and see me."
With a grin back, Harry stood and said, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much." "You're most welcome."
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