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Chapter 34
Flitwick continued their morning training as before, but also added short-blade, or knife fighting to it. He told them, they would eventually be proficient in empty-hand, staff, and short-blade. He expected it to take at least five years to get anywhere.
At the end of the class, he handed each a couple textbooks on Runes and Arithmancy. They were to study them and do the assignments as quickly as they could.
Flitwick then grinned and handed Harry another package.
Harry looked at it and Flitwick said, “Open it.”
Harry opened it to find a cloak of shimmering golden material, and looked up at Flitwick with an obvious question.
Flitwick smiled, “This is your family invisibility cloak.” He then glanced at Hermione, “It was good that Hermione warned us about the possibility, as there were numerous trackers and compulsions placed on a few threads painstakingly woven into it. They have since been removed and the cloak is pristine and untainted by Dumbledore’s mechanizations.”
Harry looked at Hermione with a smile. She blushed at the obvious praise in his eyes. “So what sort of compulsions?”
Flitwick shrugged, “I don’t rightly know, but they are gone now. The cloak appears different from the standard invisibility cloak. We haven’t found anything which can detect you through it…though obvious things like smell and sound will have to be addressed if you wish to use it effectively.”
Harry put it on, and vanished completely. Hermione looked at him, “Wow…just wow. That would be wonderful for escape…or clandestine activities.” She volunteered.
Harry took it off and grinned at her, before he put it in his dimensional store. He turned to Flitwick, “Thanks master. It could prove very useful.”
Flitwick then frowned, “Don’t get caught using it to break curfew with your witch. I won’t be gentle if I have to punish a couple of errant bottoms.” He warned.
Harry snapped to attention. “Of course not, Sir!” He then grinned at Hermione before turning back to his master, “Besides it wouldn’t work. Even if you didn’t catch us, you could just ask my wife what we did, and she couldn’t help but tell you.”
Flitwick grinned a wolf grin. “There is that.” As Hermione blushed furiously, before smacking Harry on the arm.
A week later, Master Pomfrey showed up. She was greeted, and everyone sat down at the table with a tea service. After an appropriate time, she smiled at Harry. “We all know why I am here. Your scores impressed everyone, but you are young and have no clinical experience. Therefore, we are going to do this old school. You are now my personal apprentice. Healers really don’t do that much anymore, as training by a group of healers provides a more well-rounded education.” She them smirked, “Besides the group apprenticeship providing cheap labor for the hospital, and allowing the training of more apprentices and journeyman at the same time.”
She smiled, “I have discussed this with Master Flitwick, and he is willing to ‘loan’ you to me so I am your Healing Master. When you are in my infirmary, or traveling with me, you will be my apprentice. Outside of that, you are still his apprentice. You will be working with me on clinic days, and you will go with me and other healers to different clinics and St. Mungoes every Sunday. For this reason, you will miss Sunday afternoon discipline as you will be with me from 9am to 5pm every Sunday from now on.”
She looked at Harry, “This is a big responsibility, and you must be mature when dealing with patients. Many of these patients will be mature witches, with reproductive system problems. Do you think you can handle that?”
Harry blushed, “Um…both my mother, and my wife have offered to get me comfortable with the female body and its examination. If you can walk me through the pertinent female examinations with them and other practice patients, I will master the requisite skills.”
Poppy looked up sharply at the two. Hermione was blushing furiously while still meeting her eyes, but Emma was looking back, calmly. Poppy could tell, Emma was intensely proud of her adopted son, and was willing to do what was necessary to help him achieve his dreams…even this. She obviously expected him to learn how to perform the exam as a professional. Besides, thought Poppy, performing those exams on one’s mother, was a test most wizards did not want to face, until absolutely necessary!
Poppy slowly nodded. “Very well, considering the young age of Harry, that isn’t a bad idea. You would be able to correct any youthful transgressions more easily and less officially, than another adult witch.” Looking at Emma again, “If you can help him to get experienced with those examinations, it will allow his patients to ignore having a rather young wizard between their legs. Having Harry fumble around unsure of what to do, would not be good for patient or healer alike.” She then turned to Harry, “However, that is only a part of your patient pool. This summer, we will have you examining hundreds of patients: Wizard, Witch, and child. That means you will also need to practice the wizard genital exam, not just the witch. Understand?”
Harry nodded, “Yes, Master,” realizing he was going to have a very busy summer. Harry then grinned. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Poppy looked at Harry and the two ladies. “Harry there is an aspect of the witches’ life cycle that you must learn. However, it is against the law to teach this to a wizard, unless they are a certified healer, a journeyman. I tell you this so you know not to share it! Only a master can do so. Do you understand?”
Harry nodded, “Yes Master Healer Pomfrey. I oath to not share this information until I reach my mastery. So Mote It!”
Poppy grinned, “So Mote It!” Locking the oath. “Good lad!” she exclaimed. She then turned to Hermione and her mother. “Hermione, you should learn this too, and if you were wizard-raised, would have already started to learn it on reaching puberty.” She then turned to her apprentice, “Harry, have you noticed a personality shift in Hermione? Times when she was more accepting, and times when she most definitely was more argumentative?”
Harry looked shocked and glanced at Hermione and Emma. Both had gone stone-faced. Harry replied carefully, “Um…I don’t know. She does seem occasionally moody and I sometimes don’t know what I did wrong…or honestly at times, did right. Can you explain this?”
Poppy grinned, “The witches magic is connected to her menses. and can account for much of it. Just as puberty, or more specifically a wizard’s virtus, forces you to notice every witch’s breast and bottom, as well as contemplate breeding and impregnating them, so a witches menses effects witches in a similarly profound way.”
Harry blushed furiously while Hermione was listening avidly.
Poppy continued, glancing at the two ladies, “Fortunately the female witch’s cycle is predictable and universal, as it is attached to the moon, or mene.” She turned to Hermione, “Have you noticed you bleed with the new moon, and are extremely lustful, or have your most vivid wet-dreams with the full moon? It is the same with all witches…well almost all.”
Emma shook her head with a look, “I don’t know if that is very good, or bad. On one hand, everyone can know exactly when a witch is cycling. On the other hand, you are all doing it at the same time.” She mentioned ruefully.
Harry gasped, “That makes so much sense! It explains how all the witches seem to be in a good mood waxing and full moon, or a really bad one, during waning or new moon!” He shook his head, “The boys think they are doing it on purpose as some sort of conspiracy. It keeps us on our toes.” He admitted.
Poppy grinned, “Well now let me give you the secret of the cycle. Nothing is guaranteed as every witch has her own mind…but understanding these principles will allow you to navigate our moods, much more successfully. We will start at day 3, or shortly after menstrua or moon bleed is concluding, which starts at the new moon. The witch is relieved and gratified another cycle is over. She is optimistic and upbeat. The next 10 days are a better time to address concerns requiring compromise and clear the air of issues.”
She grinned, “The witch will stay upbeat and get more and more lustful as the moon waxes full. At the full moon, she is ready to make a baby. If a wizard’s seed and magic enters her at that time, a child is a very real possibility, unless she takes her sterilization potion to prevent it. Obviously, Full Moon is when you try to conceive, and every witch’s body wants that, so be careful that time of the month…once the two of you are having intercourse.”
Harry blushed again, but nodded. This was making so much sense!
Poppy continued, “Now after the full moon, if she hasn’t made a baby with her wizard, the witch will enter the waning phase of the moon. Obviously, there is loss of ‘enthusiasm’ at this point, and the witch is more prone to grouchiness. Trying to discuss divisive subjects this time of the month, has a much greater chance of failing and resulting in a negative emotional outburst…though every witch learns to control this…some much more successfully than others. Naturally this will culminate at the new moon with her moon bleed returning, and the witch needs her menstruation potion to deal with the cramps and general malaise occurring at that time.”
She looked at Harry, and Hermione. “Does this explain things?”
Harry glanced at Hermione. He thought about times during the year…especially the week before menses and realized it explained times when Hermione was excessively moody. Harry asked, “Is there anything which can alleviate the waning mood swings? I really don’t like arguing with her…especially over little things.”
Poppy smirked, “Yes…sex. Not necessarily injecting your semen into her, or her swallowing it, though there is absolutely nothing unhealthy with that. Some believe the virtus in a wizard’s seed will balance out the witch. Despite this strong belief, there has been no research to prove this true, though many still think so.” and she smiled at Harry and Hermione blushing with embarrassment.
Poppy continued, “While the magic ‘injection’ provided by her wizard…in any of her orifices, often makes her feel better for a time, it doesn’t ‘cure’ anything either. No research has proven otherwise. What has definitely shown to help is the act of sex, or more importantly the closeness, intimate holding and touching, and resulting orgasms from sex. These DO help significantly with waning phase mood swings.”
Harry blushed, “I…have found that to be true.” He looked at the ladies as they all looked back, surprised, “Not penetrative…or any other kind of sex!” he quickly explained, “We aren’t doing that yet, but we cuddle and I provide longer massages, especially of her lower back and abdomen to relieve the cramping…and I just hold her.” He looked at Hermione. “It really seems to make her feel better…and help her moods.”
Hermione grimaced slightly in embarrassment at Harry’s admission, but pulled Harry in for a hug. She didn’t deny anything.
The other two ladies looked at the two of them fondly, and exasperatedly. Hermione had no idea how good she had it, with a wizard already so in tune with her, and more importantly, caring of her needs.
Harry than looked at Poppy. “Why wasn’t this in the journeyman texts?” he accused.
Poppy smirked, “Because it is not allowed to be taught UNTIL you are a journeyman, and must not be written down. When you are a Master, you will teach it orally.” She then blushed slightly in embarrassment. “I don’t agree with the law, but would like to keep my Healer certification, so follow it.” She then looked at Harry, “You will too.”
Harry nodded, “Yes ma’am!” and kept listening as she kept explaining other things.
Over the next two weeks, Harry would near daily, spend time performing the female pediatric/virginal intact hymen exam on Hermione, and the full adult, sexually active internal exam on his mother. All three floo’d to the infirmary, and Hermione and Emma were then dressed in sick gowns and Harry would examine them. At first, Poppy walked Harry through each exam, then watched him perform it saying little. Eventually, Harry was told to do the exam himself, and Emma would critique his exam of her and Hermione, until he had the exam perfected in attitude, presentation, and performance.
During this time, Master Pomfrey also took Harry to the hospital and worked through the same pattern of learning with the male practice patients for the genital exam, and had Harry see regular patients with her, to learn how to examine normal patients, and start to recognize simple disease. Poppy was gratified to see Harry was a very enthusiastic student, and rarely had to be shown something twice.
About a week in, Harry was doing a standard practice exam on Emma. He noticed there were signs of bruising and abrading on Emma’s bottom, and some abrasions to her labia minora and vaginal opening. Without saying anything, he went and grabbed some membrane rejuvenator. Harry then rubbed the ointment into her vagina and over her bruised labia.
Emma squeaked at the unexpected treatment and moaned, “What is that? That feels wonderful!” she admitted. She hadn’t been looking forward to the exams today, expecting them to be painful. She blushed to herself. Dan was a bit brutal during their scene last night, but Caesar and the slave girl was a favorite for both of them!
Harry answered, “Membrane rejuvenator. There are signs you were…sexually aggressive and athletic, last night…not to mention the thorough spanking you received.” He then looked at her concernedly. “Consensual?” he said with some worry about the answer. He respected Dan, but if he hurt Emma…
Emma blushed furiously, “Yes.” She said quietly.
Harry huffed and got some bruise balm. “Turn over and present your bottom to me.” He calmly ordered.
Emma sat up, “Harry…”
Harry frowned, “Now Mum.” He firmly ordered.
Emma snapped her mouth shut and with a blush covering her whole body, turned over and bent over, presenting her bottom.
Harry then used dittany to close the abrasions and once the skin was whole, used bruise balm to heal her bottom.
Emma just groaned again and once completed, quickly put on a robe.
Once done, Harry brought over three cannisters. “This is membrane rejuvenator. Have Dan rub it into all mucous membranes that are sore…it can be used internally for your vagina and anus.” Harry handed her the cannister with a straight face. “This one is dittany. Use only a dab to close any skin lacerations or abrasions. Don’t use this one internally.” And he handed that one to her. “This one is bruise balm. Once the skin is closed, use this to treat any bruising you are allowed to remove…if he feels your punishment is over. Again, not internally. If enough damage is done internally that the membrane rejuvenator doesn’t repair it, come and see me. We have potions for that.” Harry then paused, “Let me know if the ointments don’t work for him. There is a possible risk only a wicca can use them. He looked at her, at least we now know the patient can be mundane.” Harry handed the last to her, both blushing furiously.
Emma just curtseyed, “Yes Healer Potter.” And she then bolted with the canisters.
At dinner that night, both avoided looking at each other, and blushed when one caught the other's eyes. Dan and Hermione weren't sure what was going on, but let it go.
From the first week, Poppy had Harry at the hospital every waking moment available to see patients. He was examining wizards, children and witches. Just not yet performing internals on the witches.
After those first few weeks, Hermione made a request. Looking at her mother, Master Pomfrey, and Harry, “Um…I want Harry to remove my hymen, and then practice the full pelvic exam on me, too.”
Her mother looked at her with a frown and Poppy wasn’t happy, either. Hermione, noticing their disapproval, continued quickly, “I have multiple reasons for this. For starters, Harry now has an idea of what an intact hymen looks and feels like, in a virginal teen and how to avoid damaging it. However, this summer I wish to explore things.” She glanced at her mother with an embarrassed blush, “And will start, doing it solo.”
She continued looking at her mother, “You taught me it’s just a piece of skin and of no consequence…except a painful first penetration for those girls who don’t lose it due to sports. However, mine hasn’t spontaneously torn…and with the level of physical activity I engage in, it should have. Therefore, I suspect it is thicker and stronger than the average.”
Glancing at Harry who was blushing furiously, “I am not ready for sex, and have no intention of being ready for a while. However, I want us to be mutually gratifying each other next year…at least with our hands.”
She then looked at Pomfrey, “Also…this is not a common procedure. Most girls either loose it spontaneously…or during sex. I think Harry should learn how to do the procedure. Also, me not having to tear it with a dildo…would be appreciated.” She was blushing furiously at this point, but didn’t look away.
Pomfrey looked at Emma. “You are her mother as she is still a minor. What say you?”
Emma came over and hugged Hermione. “Are you sure Hermione? I agree it shouldn’t be important, but purposefully tearing it…does have an impact on many girls.”
Hermione looked in Emma’s eyes, “Yes, I am nervous, but my reasoning is sound. I want Harry to perform a hymenectomy on me. Witness if you feel the need.”
Emma dropped her hug and stepped back, turning to Poppy. “Her reasoning is sound. Considering how aggressive her physical training is, she’s right. It should have spontaneously torn. There is no reason for her to suffer through trying to tear it herself. Do the procedure.”
Poppy didn’t say anything, but couldn’t honestly disagree. She had healed witches who suffered through tearing a thick hymen…it wasn’t pleasant. She turned to Harry. “Healer Potter, are you ready to perform a hymenectomy, or do you need to study up on it?”
Luckily the conversation was long enough for Harry to recover from his shock at her request. However, Hermione’s reasoning was sound, and he had been distressed about eventually having to tear her hymen. Harry looked at Pomfrey calmly, “Yes Master Pomfrey, I am prepared to perform the procedure. I will numb the tissues, and resect the hymen. I will then massage membrane rejuvenator into the base and that should heal things…better than new.” He looked at Poppy, “Some have argued I should just incise the hymen, but considering how thick it could be, having not spontaneously torn under duress, and the fact she made this request at all, leads me to want to do it correctly, and thoroughly the first time.”
Pomfrey nodded and motioned for him to continue. Harry came forward, “Miss Granger. Are you sure you wish me to remove your hymen? Once I do this procedure, it is done. Be sure.”
Hermione blushed furiously but played along. “Yes Healer Potter, I am sure. Please help me solve this problem.”
Harry nodded, “Very well. Lie back and place your legs in the stirrups.” Once Hermione was in position, Harry continued. “I will now touch you. Please relax.” Harry then gently used his left hand to place traction on the labia minora, and gently forced them open. Harry could see part of the hymen, and now that he was examining it with resection in mind, did note it was thicker than the books indicated it should be.
Harry turned to Poppy, “Master…not having seen any other hymens, I need your professional opinion. I agree with Miss Granger’s hypothesis. This hymen has a normal presentation, but is too thick to be safely torn by the usual methods and a hymenectomy is warranted. Your conclusion?”
Poppy leaned in and looked herself. She then said, “Miss Granger. Please bear down like you are having a bowel movement. Do it now.”
Hermione, blushing some more, bore down as asked. It caused her vulva to bow out and made the hymen more visible. Poppy reached over Harry’s hand and gently palpitated the hymen.
Hermione yelped at the sharp sensation.
Poppy looked up, “I’m sorry, dear.” She then turned to Harry, “I agree. While this isn’t a microperforate, or imperforate hymen, it is rather thicker than normal. Continue with the procedure.”
Harry then looked in Hermione’s eyes and saw some concern. “Hermione…everything is fine. I see nothing wrong. You are correct and tearing this hymen would be an unwanted memory for most. Do you still wish me to remove it?”
Hermione looking in Harry’s eyes, saw nothing but concern. “Yes Healer Potter, I do. Please continue.”
Harry then took his wand and touching the hymen, cast a numbing spell. Hermione gasped as a cold sensation ran over her genitals and the pain of Poppy’s exam quickly vanished until she felt nothing. Harry then inserted a speculum to stretch the labia out of the way, and to better expose the hymen, but not so far as to tear it. He then resected the tissue, which caused a fair amount of bleeding. Harry quickly inserted a swab and rubbed the membrane rejuvenator to close the edges before he removed the speculum. Harry then scooped some more of the ‘too much sex’ balm with his fingers, and immediately rubbed it into the raw edges.
Very quickly the tissues finished closing. During this, Harry used three fingers to keep stretching the vaginal tissues, so they didn’t heal or scar, stenosed. There would be little benefit to the procedure, if she still needed to be ‘torn’ open later. Harry then wiped away the blood and with his fingers still in her, moved on to the examination and palpated the vaginal vault.
Hermione squeaked and thrust her pelvis up. Nothing had been in there before, and he was now reaching past where she was still numb!
Harry looked in her eyes. “Please relax. Now that I can get past the hymen, I will perform a full pelvic exam on you.” Harry then placed his left hand on her abdomen while using two fingers of his right to palpate inside her vagina. After practicing on his mother, he knew what he was feeling, and proceeded to palpitate her vaginal wall, cervix, uterus, and ovaries. He found nothing outside the norm but was intrigued by how different things were from even her mother. Harry then inserted the speculum fully into her vault to visually examine her cervix and vaginal walls. Hermione squeaked again to being penetrated for the first time. Again the exam was negative.
Harry finished his exam and turned to Poppy. “I have concluded the procedure and pelvic exam. The hymen has been removed, and the exam was normal. Please verify my findings, Master.”
Poppy looked at Harry with pride. He did the procedure and exam with the utmost professionalism. She stepped forward and said, “Relax dear. I will examine you once more and we should be done.”
Hermione huffed but visibly relaxed. Poppy was a bit rougher, especially now that Harry had cancelled the numbing charm, and more decisive, but not excessively so. She finished, “I agree Healer Potter. The hymen has been removed and her exam is normal. Good job.”
Harry quickly cleaned his hands and suddenly his mom was hugging him. “You were wonderful, son! I can already see the signs, of the great healer you are becoming!”
Poppy just grinned. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but agreed completely. Harry was born to be a healer.
At the hospital, Harry started having the professional female patients used for teaching at the hospital, give Harry a try for his internal training. Most were very complimentary of his demeanor and competency, though some admitted to feeling a bit of Deja-vu from playing ‘doctor’ as a teen. Harry was so young! Still, they cleared him to start examining patients with supervision as the other senior apprentices did.
Back when Harry was first learning the exam, he had some trouble at home. After the first day practicing the female exam on his mother, Harry had problems at dinner looking at her. Emma noticed this, and after dinner, pulled Harry to the sitting room and sat him down. With a frown on her face, she asked seriously, “Harry, do you want to be a healer or not?”
Harry, very embarrassed by the situation, replied conflicted “You know I do! However, every time I look at you, I see you during that exam, and puberty is making me think things about you, initiating a physical response which distresses and embarrasses me.” He admitted.
Emma smiled compassionately, “It’s normal Harry. Master Pomfrey explained to you, how much our cycle effects how we witches and women think. Well, you are also aware that testosterone, affects you wizards just as much, if not more!” She then pointed at her own chest, “Remember, this is the machine housing my soul. It is my soul that loves you. It is my soul that is your mother. Just treat my body as a machine which needs a checkup and verification everything is working correctly…including its reproductive functions. Your body is turning on its own reproductive functions. Just ignore the thoughts as caused by normal puberty, and coming from your body, and not your soul. I know it is your body that wants to sex me, not your soul. There is no reason for embarrassment as the thoughts are chemical, not emotional or spiritual. Indeed, I would be worried if your body didn’t want to do so, as it would indicate something was wrong with it. OK, Harry?” she finished holding his hand compassionately.
Harry seriously asked, “What do I do when I am examining you, and start to have thoughts of a sexual nature?” with worry in his voice.
Emma replied calmly, “Acknowledge them as caused by testosterone, and then concentrate harder, on what you are doing. Start to seriously think about what can go wrong with my genitalia, and concentrate on making sure, none of those things are happening. Then think, on how you would treat those illnesses, if they were found. The sexual thoughts will drift to the back of your brain, as you concentrate on your training. Just concentrate on trying to diagnose and heal me, and you will be surprised how calm you will remain.”
Harry still unsure, replied “So…you really don’t mind that I often have THOSE dreams involving you?” he asked blushing furiously.
Emma sighed, with a slight blush of her own, “No I don’t. In fact, I am intensely honored and appreciative, that a beautiful young man such as yourself, finds me attractive and sexy at my age. However, this will be the last time we discuss my being in those dreams. While it is normal, it is typically not discussed. I expect you to compartmentalize Emma Granger your patient, from your Mum. It will get easier over time, and is excellent practice for future interactions with your patients, OK?”
Harry nodded and answered “Yes Mum,” as he smiled and hugged his mother appreciatively. He was so relieved to learn, that he wasn’t really thinking such things about his mother. He had no wish to dishonor her, Pop, or his wife. It was hard to believe that testosterone, a stupid hormone, could alter your thoughts so much!