At eleven o'clock Healer Reggam was back with the cursebreaker he had spoken about.
"Good morning, Mr Potter, this is Staniel Wundermoor, a curse breaker from Gringotts. We are going to see what we can do about your scar. I fear this will be a bit painful, but it is essential that you don't move. Therefore I'll put you under a full-body bind. That will make sure we can work without disturbance." Healer Reggam explained. "Sadly as we don't really know what we are dealing with we don't want to risk using a sleeping charm or potion on you just yet. It might have negative effects on the procedure. We have a pain potion ready in case you need it after we dealt with whatever resides in your scar."
"I see. Well, nothing that can be changed about it. I'll just have to get through it." Harry said steeling himself. Pain was after all nothing he hadn't dealt with before.
"Good. Please lie down on the bed and relax, that'll make the body bind more bearable." Healer Reggam said.
Harry did what he was told.
"Petrificus Totalus." Healer Reggam said, pointing his wand at Harry's body. Harry felt the odd sensation of not being able to move at all. He couldn't even open his eyes anymore.
Then he heard words spoken which he couldn't make any sense of.
"That's indeed a nasty thing you have here, Reggam. There seems to be something small in the scar that has absorbed dark energy." Wundermoor said. "I need you to cut the scar open a few inches deep to get the object out of there."
Harry felt his forehead being cut open. Then a horrible pain shot through his head when he felt something being pulled out. It felt like it didn't want to be taken out of his head. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the thing in his head had to give up its hold and flew out. His magic reacted. It was like a flood into a space that had formerly been blocked with a dam. His magic seemed to wash all small remainders of the dam away; every tiny little bit of residue was pushed out of his head through the open scar. It felt strange, but he could tell that it was good for him. He still had a headache, but it was better than before, not as unbearable, only like a slight migraine. Then he felt his body being able to move again and a glass being held to his lips.
"Drink, it's a pain reliever." Healer Reggam told him and Harry opened his mouth to swallow the potion.
He felt drained, but he didn't understand why. When the potion started working, he opened his eyes again and saw Mr Wundermoor holding a vial with a black one and a half centimetres long, thin splint in it.
"That thing was in my scar?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, and pretty deep inside as well. I guess it got in there when the killing curse backfiring on You-Know-Who blasted up your room. There was a lot of debris and destroyed furniture from what the reports on site stated. Wundermoor, can you tell anything about the dark residue?" Healer Reggam asked.
Staniel Wundermoor did a few spells to examine the splint. Then he started cursing. He did some more spells and the splint showed an eerie, sickly green hue. Harry felt repulsed even being close to it. To think it had been stuck in his head for nearly all his life made him feel horribly sick.
"This is a huge problem. I need and expert on Dark Magic, best of all Professor Dumbledore, here at once." Wundermoor said.
"Why, what is wrong with the splint besides the fact that it was in Mr Potter's head for ten years?" Healer Reggam asked. He was examining Harry now to see the after effects of the splint being pulled from his head. At the moment a black oily substance was flowing out of the scar.
Harry wasn't too sure about involving Professor Dumbledore in anything related to his health. He didn't trust the old man. What could he be able to do that others couldn't?
"This thing has a part of You-Know-Who's soul in it, that's wrong. I know we sometimes have to deal with things like this in ancient tombs in Egypt. Was really popular in those days. It was a means to gain immortality, but such a thing doesn't really exist in the way the wizards of that time hoped for. They hoped with a thing like this, they couldn't be killed. That isn't true, a body can still die. What they do however is preventing a soul from passing on. Normally that isn't a huge problem. You only need a good exorcist to banish the trapped spirits from this plain. But in case of a wizard like You-Know-Who I would guess he had looked up ways to make it work. That's why I need Professor Dumbledore.
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