Doctor Doctor

"You're really having one of those kinds of days, aren't you?" A snide voice in the back of Harry's mind remarked. Harry didn't reply, too preoccupied staring at the aurors who were staring right back at her.

And then Narcissa arrived.

Yep. Definitely one of those days.

"-and don't stop. Keep walking until you're fully out at the St. Mungo's fireplace."

Harry nodded along to the older witches detailed instructions on the use of floo powder. They were back in The Leaky Cauldron, standing before the inns fireplace after dropping off the bags in Harry's rented room. Narcissa had been leading them towards Ollivander's when an owl had flown overhead and dropped a message, the piebald woman snatching it out of the air with practiced ease.

A glance had been all she'd needed to take a U-turn and hustle them to The Cauldron, Narcissa explaining where they needed to go and how it'd be better for them to try traveling by floo powder this time. It was - apparently - seen as a more user-friendly mode of magical transportation to those new to the wizarding world then apparation.

"I might be using the 'Play Dumb' angle a little too much if she thinks I have no idea how to use floo powder." Harry speculated, taking a pinch of glittering green powder and throwing it into the fireplace. The fire roared and Harry stepped in, stating, "St. Mungo's!" with exaggerated clearness.

"Or should I not know about floo powder?" The ravenette continued, screwing her eyes shut, tucking in her arms and walking with mechanically precise steps. She focused on the thought in an effort to ignore the bizarre sensation of being able to walk forward unhindered while also spinning like a top. "I'm supposed to be from America, but what even is it like there? Do they have floo powder? Or do they use something else to travel?"

The contemplation of alternative means of magical travel to the apparent standards for British witches and wizards brought Harry’s mind back to fourth year and how the foreign students had arrived at Hogwarts. Beauxbatons by flying carriage and Durmstrang by submersible ship.

Of its own volition, her mind took the two, squished them together and presented her with the image of a George Washington lookalike traveling down a river in a canoe that was being pulled by a team of beavers.

The snort of laughter was one she was certain Narcissa would have disapproved of.

She let the ideas flow, each one more American then the last, mercifully distracted from the stomach upsetting floo travel. It was as she realized that Mr. Weasley may not have actually come up with the concept of an invisible, flying car on his own that Potter luck struck again.

With her mind elsewhere, her legs had gone on autopilot. Meaning, as an especially large fireplace whooshed by her like a speeding truck, she instinctively flinched away from it to the other side, just far enough out of the center for another fireplace to clip her on the shoulder.

Pain exploded into her side as she half bounced, half spun off the unyielding stone and careened back into the middle and dangerously close to the side. Throwing out her arms for balance only to remember what had just happened and yank them back in, she tried to regain her balance and correct her incorrect spinning, all while attempting to stay in the center lane of an invisible path. The best she managed was a few seconds of flailing before tripping over her own feet, still clad as they were in the new, still unfamiliar boots.

As she began to fall, a question popped into Harry's mind that made her guts clench. What happened if you stop moving during a floo trip?

Without hesitating, she threw herself forward in an effort to keep moving, if only for few more feet, willing her destination - or any exit at all - to be close enough.

Several lifelong seconds of flight passed before she was rewarded with the warm sensation of passing through a fireplace and snapped her eyes open just in time to register two facts. The first being there was a very good reason people walked while traveling by floo, as her **** leap mixed with the magics of the glistening green powder had her exiting the fireplace with all the velocity of a quaffle pitched through a goal hoop.

The second being that there was someone who'd been about to use the fireplace she'd come flying out of.

There was a duet of young women having the air driven from their lungs as Harry and her emergency landing pad made contact, tumbling together across an unforgiving tile floor. Before they'd even started to slow down, Harry felt a foot plant itself in her gut and shove her away hard, sending her skidding.

It seemed like an eternity for Harry to finally slide to a stop and another for the world to do the same. Rolling onto her back, she opening her eyes again, this time to take in the sight of a familiar wand tip aimed at her face. Blinking up at it a few times, she uncrossed her eyes to take in the even more familiar face of Auror Nymphadora Tonks.

Usually spikey, bubblegum-pink hair was instead a furious mess of maroon that was mushed more or less to the left. A heart shaped face sporting several unpleasant looking scratches along with a smudged line of crimson originating from her nose that ran crookedly over her thinly stretched lips.

"Stay where you are! Don't move!" Tonks ordered. "Moody?"

"Fine, fine. Merlin kid, you're the one that took the hit." A 'clunk-clunk-clunk' announced the arrival of her sort-of-but-not-really ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Alastor Moody.

"Uh... Sorry?" Said Harry lamely. While part of her was quick to recognize this as an opportunity all but dropped in her lap to get back to the safety of The Order, the rest couldn’t even begin to think how to explain the situation. Mentally going over all that had happened since last night, it wasn't hard to imagine how it might come across.

"Wait!" Imaginary Harry exclaimed. "It's me, Harry! I accidently turned myself into a girl because I wanted to see Ginny naked! Now Narcissa Malfoy is smothering me with love and buying me nice things! You have to save me!"

Imaginary Moody and Imaginary Tonks shared a look before putting their wands away and helping Harry to her feet, though not letting go of her arms once she was up.

"You believe me, right?" Imaginary Harry asked, looking over her shoulder at the fireplace as the two Aurors marched her across the room.

"Oh, of course we do Harry. Isn't that right Moody?"

"Sure is. Now, Harry. Let's get you introduced to these nice people in white robes."

"I bet you are, girl. Most of us aurors are pretty on edge these days. You're lucky you didn't hit someone who'd curse you first and ask questions later. Like me." Moody stated, coming to a stop to tower over Harry, his magical eye whirling. "She's clean, Tonks. Doesn't even have a wand on her."

The auror offered her free hand. "You need a Healer? You were in a bloody hurry to get here."

"Well, maybe?" Harry accepted the help. Back on her feet, her brain was having a hard time coming up with anything substantial to say. Partially because she still stuck on that difficult question of how to explain things. Partially because she couldn’t bring herself to stop looking up at Tonks.

The young, occasionally clumsy woman was normally what Harry would describe as pleasantly pretty. Not attractive in the way Fleur was - who could steal your breath away just by walking into the room - but more in a way that was down to earth and friendly. Someone who caught your eye just by being herself, without makeup or girly clothes. A woman who could be your friend who was a girl just as easily as be your girlfriend.

This Tonks, with that deadly sharp combat edge receding, seemed somehow… less. Withdrawn in a manner of someone who was toughing it out for the day even though they wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up in bed, and just stop existing for a while.

The auror raised an eyebrow, though if it was due to Harry’s words or stare wasn’t clear. But before the woman could start asking questions, Moody's magical eye whirled around a moment before the rest of him span to follow it, wand out and aimed at the fireplace Harry had come out of right as it flared green to reveal Narcissa Malfoy, who immediately locked eyes with Moody.

If looks could kill, the two would have died right there and then.

Both remained alive, thus seeming to settle for trying to glare the other down. After a moment, Narcissa spared a look Harry's way before focusing back on Moody, her glare going from 'cold' to 'industrial freezer.'

Harry, having an idea what was happening, spared a glance to the side and was unsurprised at the wand that was once again aimed at her. Its owner at least seemed to have downgraded her killing intent to a silent but clear warning not to make any sudden moves.

For several moments, nothing happened, everyone waiting to see who would make the first move. It was Moody who ended up breaking the silence.

"Let's cut to the chase, Malfoy." He growled. "Why are you here? While I'm sure you'd like nothing better than to get back at me for throwing your husbands worthless hide in Azkaban, you're not stupid enough to come after me yourself. Not like this."

Narcissa sneered. "You hold yourself too highly if you think I waste any time caring about you. I focus on things that are actually worth my time, like proving my husband’s innocence."

"Innocence my arse. More like waiting for a good time to break him out. But being here doesn’t do anything for him. Which must mean you're here for her."

Narcissa's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, you are, aren't you." Moody stated. Harry had the feeling the Aurors magical eye had swung round into the back of his head to give her another go over. "Now that I think of it, she looks a lot like you and your sisters did, back in the day. Can't be your girl. You wouldn't have kept her hidden away, unless she was a squib. In which case you wouldn't have anything to do with her now. Not Tonk’s sister, that's for sure. Dromeda and Edward wouldn't have kept her hidden, even if she was a squib. That just leaves the crazy."

Narcissa didn't say anything, though her wand hand twitched.

"So what? Keepen an eye on dear Bella's little spawn for her? Getting her checked to make sure she's not as crazy as dear old mum, are you?" As Moody went on, it occurred to Harry that he was goading her. Trying to get Narcissa to draw and give him the excuse needed to slap her in cuffs.

While Harry’s knee-jerk reaction was to intervene, a thought made her stop.

“Why should I?”

While it had been eye opening to see this caring side Narcissa reserved for family, that didn't change the fact she was still the same Mrs. Malfoy she'd always been. Her being locked up would be one more loss for Voldemort's side. It even had the bonus of keeping her away from the war where she'd be safe.

Then, once it was over and she undoubtedly got out, "Seirios Black" would be gone. Just another person who'd disappeared during the fighting. Sure, Narcissa would be sad over the loss. But eventually she'd get over it and join everyone else in the process of the world going back to normal.

It... It was for the best.

The fire flared green and out strolled Luna, moving around Narcissa and lightly stepping across the room, uncaring in the slightest of the standoff. The blonde stopped by Moody, giving the man a respectful little curtsy and a warm, "Hello Professor!" The man gave a grunt in return, his wand and normal eye still locked onto Narcissa while his magical eye followed her with **** laser like focus.

Still without a care in the world, Luna walked up to Harry and Tonks like she was returning to a group conversion after taking a quick trip to the loo.

"Hey Siri." Since when was she Siri? "Hello Tonks. You know, I don't think Sirius would have liked you pointing a wand at his daughter."

"Blugh?!" Tonks sputtered. Moody snapped his head around to look at Harry with his normal eye, his magical one switching to cover Narcissa.

Harry, who not only still had a wand pointed at her, but now had the nearly undivided attention of the two tense, battle ready aurors, stayed very still.

Tonks mouth worked for several moments before she remembered how to talk, an oddly pained yet hopeful look in her eyes. "Sirius has a daughter? You're his daughter? And he named you Siri?"

"Seirios, actually. Siri is... just a nickname my friends call me." Harry corrected, hoping the two would take her not answering the other questions as answers in of themselves. Luna beamed as she stood next to Harry, seemingly quite happy with being clearly defined as a friend.

"He… But… You…" Tonks shook her head before looking back to Harry as her wand began to waver, not seemingly able to keep it pointed directly at the ravenette. “You. His daughter. Kept you hidden. Didn’t tell us. And… And…”

The young woman blinked, lost. “And he named you after himself.”

"Well, it's actually the origin of his name. It's Greek." Harry weakly corrected.

“I… I…” Tonks floundered for a moment before she took in a shuddering breath and focused on Harry with **** calm. “Can you prove this? That you’re his daughter?”

"That is something she is under no obligation to do at this time." Narcissa injected, walking over to join them. The witch was her normal, prim and proper self again, Luna's distraction giving her the moment needed to catch on to Moody's game and compose herself. “Unless, of course, we are being detained?”

With that, the tense atmosphere was gone. Moody grunted in the negative and put his wand away, knowing that the chance to bait Narcissa into a fight had passed as well. Tonks following her mentors lead and shakily slipped her own wand back into her robes pocket. The ravenette gave her blonde companion a curious look, wondering if Luna had purposefully influenced the situation to this outcome and how she had thought to do so so quickly.

"Well then. If you two aurors will excuse us, we have an appointment to keep." Narcissa remarked, gently guiding Harry and Luna away from the pair and to the front desk, where a once cowering desk worker hastily checked them in. Stepping deeper into the hospital, Harry glanced back before the lobby was lost from view to see Moody eying her with wary intrigue and Tonks looking at her with… something else.

The healer’s office was, surprisingly, not too different then what Harry would have expected from a muggle doctor’s office. She checked out the Victorian-era looking medical posters on the walls as she sat on the edge of chair-bed-cabinet thing all doctors apparently had. Luna, despite Harry’s best attempt, had been required to wait out in the hallway.

That didn’t mean Harry was alone, though. Narcissa sat on a regular chair with both their cloaks sharing the seat next to her.

“You’ll like Healer Murphey. One of the best here and the only one I bring Draco to.” Harry nodded absently, that information feeling off for some reason. Not Draco having regular health check-ups, but that wizards did at all. He’d always thought that wizards and witches only ever went to healers for serious injuries, like being bitten by magically venomous snakes or having your bones vanished.

Anything less then that and they could take care of it themselves, like Mrs. Weasley did for her family.

“Most do.” Narcissa said when Harry raised the point. “But we have greater needs than most.”

It took a lot of effort for Harry to keep a straight face to that. For all her love for family, Narcissa was very much still Mrs. Malfoy for everyone else.

Thankfully, Harry was saved by the door opening and a woman in white robes entering. “Seirios Black? Ah, good. I’m Healer Murphey. I was surprised when Narcissa reached out to me. She did pass on some necessary details - which will remain confidential of course - but I hope you don’t mind me saying you’ve been on quite the journey.”

Harry couldn’t help but give a little amused huff out her nose that made the medical witch smile. It was a kindly smile from a kindly woman, Harry noted as the witch closed the door and stepped before her. If she had to guess, she’d think the woman to be around Narcissa’s age. Womanly and mature without any signs of advanced age. Though where Narcissa was every bit a refined and posh mother, Healer Murphey was already striking Harry as a trimmer, more professional Mrs. Weasley.

“Ah, a sense of humor. Always good to see. And a sign this will be a quick checkup. Most the people who come to me have very little patience for jokes, and for good reason too. Now,” The woman pulled out a modest if warmly colored wand. “Just a tap and we’ll be good as done. Ready?”

Harry nodded, though not sure what she should be ready for. Madam Pomfrey had always just gone ahead with whatever needed fixing. Though to be fair, any problems Harry came to her with were pretty obvious.

Remaining still for the healer, Harry watched the woman reach over to press the tip of her wand to Harry’s chest, right above her heart. The moment it made contact, what felt like ice water flooded through every vein in Harry’s body, only to reverse course and run straight back and out into the wand so quickly, it was over by the time Harry jumped in surprise.

“My apologies dear. Always a bit of a shock no matter how many times anyone does it.” Murphey said kindly, reaching over to pull open a drawer and retrieving a medical clipboard. Though unlike one a doctor would have, holding however many sheets of paper as needed, this one had parchment that was instead fed onto the board from a small, tightly wound roll attached to the bottom.

The witch tapped her wand against the board and waited patiently as the parchment began to fill in like it was coming out of a mix of a muggle printer and typewriter, a tiny quill on a rail putting down a line of information, scooting the parchment up, and repeating.

It gave Harry the uncomfortable impression of a lie detector shown on those police shows as the parchment reached the top of the clipboard and kept going. Something Murphey seemed amused by. That amusement went away as the healer continued to read and read and reread what she’d read.

That uncomfortableness switched to worry as the healer turned to Narcissa and calmly requested a word in her office. The piebald woman raised an eyebrow, assured Harry they’d only be a moment, and followed the brunette out, leaving the ravenette alone with her thoughts.