The day after the New Year, Harry was walking down a non-descriptive street on his way to St. Mungos. His Potion Master had received a request for a special brew, and since Harry had wanted to stock up on a few things before departing for Hogwarts, he had offered to deliver the potions after he had done his shopping. With a parsel notice-me-not charm, it was nice to be out without becoming the centre of attention. Though, a tiny part of him reminded him that with Tom, it would have been more fun. His soulmate was busy, so Harry had been sent out with Barty as a watchdog. At the hospital, a frazzled witch had signed for the potions, but before the young man could depart, his former professor Lockhart had engaged him in a conversation. Before Harry knew it, he followed the man into the building, watching patients, visitors, and staff alike who studied the photos the former professor's handed out liberally.