    Harry stared at the older woman, stunned that she had asked for permission. He’d never been asked if it was okay if he was touched, if it was okay to look – then again, he’d never been to very many doctors before. He remembered the first time he'd been, with a broken arm and a black eye, and the way the doctor had very quietly told him off for causing his family trouble. Harry had never bothered to tell the doctor what had actually happened, because why would the doctor believe him?