"Yes. Work has just been stressful because they dumped a trainee on me, and Mental Health won't do their jobs... and that patient was a bitch. That's why I had complaints."
                              
She put her hand on his knee. "So, this doesn't have to do with Draco Malfoy being in your ward?"
                              
He looked at her. She either had spies or had looked into McGrath's cases.
                              
"I can't talk about it, Hermione."
                              
"I can. Harry, I read his file. You two have a violent hi온라인카지노게임, and you're getting obsessed with him, again. I know he tried to commit suicide, but Harry, you don't have to feel obligated...."
                              
"Why does everyone think that?"
                              
"Which part?" Hermione asked, staring at him.
                              
He crossed his arms and leaned back. "Stop, Hermione. I can't talk about him without his consent."
                              
She sighed. "Yes... but you can talk about what it is doing to you. Your supervisor said that you've almost doubled the amount of time you spend in the hospital, and it's all been with him."
                              
Harry clenched his jaw. He took his job seriously. "Hermione, I could lose my healer license.'
                              
"They wouldn't dare."
                              
"Maybe. He deserves his privacy."
                              
"He's under parole, Harry. He doesn't have privacy."
                              
Harry looked at her, shocked.
                              
"Oh, I didn't mean... Harry. He's still a criminal. He does still have to report to the parole department. They will not look at his medical records, but he will have to get cleared by a mind healer to be released. He tried to kill himself. As a parolee, the Ministry is responsible for him, including threats on his own life."
                              
Harry glared at her. "When is his parole up?"
                              
"Oh, wouldn't I be violating his privacy, if I told you that?" she said, but then said, "At least three years. But once he's committed, it's a lot harder to get him out without a healer's release."
                              
"You're going to doubly incarcerate him?" Harry growled. "He's done with Azkaban, so he'll go to the Janus Thickery ward?"
                              
"Harry... I'm not going to do anything. This is what is required to happen. Malfoy lost his rights when he was convicted. He tried to commit suicide while under parole. Ernie will have no choice but to get a Mental Health assessment."
                              
"The mind healers won't treat him, Hermione," Harry growled.
                              
"Why not?"
                              
He grimaced, but said, "A mind healer came and went... screaming. Whatever she saw when she tried to go in... she couldn't handle it."
                              
"Malfoy knows Occlumency and made sure she got out of his head."
                              
"I'm... not sure it was completely intentional."
                              
She looked at him, but he didn't clarify. "There's no way Ron or I could overrule those rules, Harry. He belongs to Mental Health as soon as you clear him from medical."
                              
Harry lowered his head. "And Mental Health doesn't know how to treat anyone without Legilimency?"
                              
"Harry, they're very good at what they do."
                              
"They go into your mind, Hermione, and can do anything."
                              
"No, they can't. They remove negative emotions and repair connections. It's swift and painless."
                              
"Stop trying to sell me on it."
                              
"Harry, I counted over twenty empty bottles of firewhiskey in these two rooms alone. You are struggling."