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Harry Potter: No More Simping

What will happen when harry stops simping? How will the age-old tale change as Harry unleashes his full potential, emerging as a genius. Will Dumbledore's manipulation still work on the new and improved Harry Potter? Will Harry sacrifice his life for the greater good or will he take his rightful place as the King? Stay tuned to find out... ======= Disclaimer I do not assert any ownership over anything. J. K. Rowling owns everything.

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Secrets Unveiled

At St. Mungo's

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore was at a loss.

His observational instruments, the ones he had tied into the wards at Privet Drive that kept Harry Potter safe, were telling him that the wards were losing strength.

Just the reason for that escaped him. What could have caused that reaction of the wards? They should keep strong as long as Harry could call that place home.

While he knew from Arabella's reports that things were nowhere near perfect there, he didn't think any other option would grant Harry as much protection.

If they continued to fall he would have to investigate.

Perhaps he should ask Minerva if Harry had already answered his letter.

Professor McGonagall was looking at a pocket watch and saw that it was just after four.

Enough time to get Harry an examination at St. Mungo's.

She had Harry take her arm, informed him that she would side-along apparate him and that it could be a bit uncomfortable for a moment before she spun on the spot to transport them to the wizarding hospital.

They arrived at the hospital's apparition point and walked up to the reception.

The witch at the reception looked up and obviously recognized Professor McGonagall.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall, what led you to St. Mungo's?" She asked.

"I need a healer to give Mr Potter here a complete examination and the complete set of vaccinations against magical illnesses.

And the common muggle ones as well as far as they could infect a wizard." She said.

The witch looked up at his forehead to look for the scar.

"Please, Miranda, I would like to keep this private. Mr Potter just today learned about the wizarding world and his history. I don't want to have him overwhelmed with the reactions yet." Professor McGonagall said sternly.

"Of course, sorry, Professor." Miranda said hastily, not wanting to have to take that look again.

At Hogwarts had been enough.

She looked in the lists for today's appointments of the healers.

"In twenty minutes Healer Ickings is free." She informed them.

"Thank you, we will wait then." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry decided to spend the time he needed to wait reading one of his books.

He thought the smart thing to do would be starting with the school he would perhaps attend.

So he searched his bag for Hogwarts a History and began reading.

He had a fairly high reading speed, gained over years of reading as many books as he could.

Professor McGonagall watched Harry reading.

From her first impression the boy would make a good Ravenclaw but he also had some traits of Slytherin.

She didn't know yet about his courage or his working attitude, but his high grades he had told her about indicated that he had put a good amount of effort into his school work.

She had hoped that Lily and James' child would also be in her house, but now she wasn't so sure anymore.

Finally they were discretely informed by Miranda that Healer Ickings was now free.

They followed the witch to the examination room where she left them to wait for the healer. He came a few minutes later.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall, always a pleasure to see you. And this is young Mr Potter? I have to say, my boy, you look remarkably like your father, except for your eyes, they are definitely your mother's." The healer greeted them.

Harry smiled slightly. So far the healer seemed okay.

And getting proof of the Dursley's abuse would help him in the long run. And he wanted for them to pay.

While he wasn't really happy that he would have to expose himself some, it was a means to his goals.

And he had learned already that pride didn't bring you anything, cunning and doing what was necessary to reach your goals was much more effective.

It was weighing both to a balance that brought you what you wanted.

"Hello Healer Ickings, how are you?" Harry asked politely.

"Good, good, my boy. Now I have no records of you ever being here for examinations after you being six months old. I take it you only went to the muggle healers?" Ickings asked.

"No, the only medically trained person to ever treat me was the school nurse at my primary school for injuries I got during football training or when my cousin and his gang got me."

Harry reported truthfully with no emotion in his voice.

The healer frowned. This was not normal.

The usual muggleborns Professor McGonagall brought to St. Mungo's in company of their parents or who came only in company of their parents to get the vaccinations for wizarding illnesses, normally were regularly checked up by muggle healers.

After all there were many children's diseases that were taken care of by vaccinations in the early years of life of a child.

And they way he said that also was also reason for concern.

"Okay, then I will just have to make a complete diagnosis of your medical history.That will only be a simple spell. It doesn't hurt, but it could tickle a bit. This enchanted quill will write down all illnesses and injuries you ever had in your life and give me an idea of your current health." Ickings explained.

He waved his wand over Harry who lit up in a pale orange light.

The quill started writing and continued for ten minutes. The look on the healer's face got darker and darker with every minute.

Finally the quill stopped writing. Healer Ickings took the parchment and started reading.

When he finished, Harry saw he was suppressing absolute rage.

He had seen that expression before on his trainer when he had started his football training.

Mr Miller had taken charge of getting Harry's body back to normal weight and height.

He had talked with the school canteen to make sure Harry ate properly and enough.

After two days where Dudley tried to destroy Harry's lunch by throwing it onto the floor, only to be taken away by the teacher watching over the canteen for detention, Harry had been able to finally eat as much as he wanted and knew his body needed.

Mr Miller had given him and all the other members of the football team diet plans and Harry had done his best to follow the instructions.

"Strange how only one of the physical education teachers had noticed him being underweight and too small." Harry reported distantly.

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