Basilisk Eyes

Chapter 64: A walk in the park

As Harry walked away from Healer Jordan's desk, he stopped and turned, "Healer Jordan?"

"Yes, Harry?" She came around her desk toward him.

"What does a mind healer do?"

"Oh, that's a good question. They support people who are working through trauma of one sort or another."

"What do you mean by support?"

"Well, they guide you through the process of finding healing from the trauma. Really, they help you figure out how to heal from your trauma on your own—they give you the tools you need to process what has happened to you and then help you figure out how you're going to move forward."

"At my Primary, there was a counselor—is it like that?"

"Well, I'm not as familiar with the muggle side of things, but, yes, I think that they do similar things. Of course, in the wixen world, we have the advantage of magic to help us along."

"What kind of magic do they use?"

"Well, often they ask you to extract a memory that might be troubling and you share it with the mind healer and work through it."

"Oh, how do you extract a memory?"

"It's a pretty simple charm that allows you to share it in a pensieve or another similar magical object and then you can both view it."

"View it? How does it work when someone is blind?"

"It depends on if your memory is visual or not. If you had the memory when you could see, then you share the visuals with the mind healer."

"Would I see the memory again?"

"If it is your memory, then you see the visuals, but if you're inside someone else's memory and you're blind, then you'd experience it as you experience everything now."

"Oh, so I wouldn't see it?" Harry asked.

"No, it doesn't bypass your optic nerve and go directly to your brain. It would be great if it did. Same with someone who has lost their hearing. They still wouldn't be able to hear what someone is saying in a memory. If we had that kind of magic, then we could figure out a way to restore your vision completely, even with the magical injury to your optical nerve that you've sustained," Healer Jordan said. "But wixen are working on this kind of magic as we speak—so it could be that within your lifetime, someone figures out a way that would allow you to see again."

"Oh, well, I guess that's good."

There was a banging at the door as if someone kicked it.

"Oh, that's my next appointment," Healer Jordan said as she moved past Harry to open the door.

"Hi, Tony. How are you doing?" Healer Jordan greeted Tony at the door.

"I'm great. I can't wait to get my arms!" Tony exclaimed.

Harry felt a tinge of envy. He wished he was getting a pair of eyes for a moment, and then the thought made his skin crawl. New eyes would mean losing his eyes and that kind of freaked him out. Sure he couldn't see out of them (well, except light and dark), but they were still his eyes, and he liked having them in his head.

"Hi, Tony. Good luck with your arms. I hope it goes well."

"Thanks, Harry! I'm going to be able to eat dinner on my own today!"

"Oh, well, it might take a while for you to manage that, Tony. I'll explain it all. Let's go back to the clinic, okay?" Healer Jordan said.

"Oh, okay." Tony sounded a little deflated.