Harry shrugged.
"Not that I can remember."
The healer tutted disapprovingly, taking another note.
"Okay, first of all, I will need to take a little blood."
"Blood?" Harry asked warily.
Ever since Voldemort had used his blood at the end of the tournament, he had been rather reluctant to part with any of it.
"Your blood can tell me all I need to know. It contains your magic and will reveal anything I should be aware of before I run further tests. Just a small amount will do."
Reluctantly, Harry offered the woman his hand.
"Thank you."
She took it in her own, and less than a minute later, she had extracted a small amount into a vial.
"Now, I just need to test it," the healer explained as she summoned several bottles and more vials, placing them onto the small bedside table. "First, the test for allergies."
She proceeded to fill one of the empty vessels with an unpleasant smelling brown liquid.
"This is a concoction of the most common, and some not so common allergens that effect witches and wizards. If it turns green, none will affect you. Any other colour, then they will. The colour will determine what it is you are allergic to."
Harry nodded his understanding.
"Just a single drop," the healer muttered, levitating the required amount of Harry's blood from the sample he had provided and placing it in the liquid.
For a moment, nothing happened, but then the liquid turned green before violently fizzing, the mixture vibrating until the vial exploded.
"Dear me!" the healer gasped.
"What is it?" Harry asked worriedly.
The woman shook her head.
"I have never seen that before."
"But it turned green."
The woman frowned confusedly before nodding.
"It did," she conceded, a look of disbelief and curiosity aimed his way. "Perhaps we determine if you are suffering with any ailments next."
She added another liquid to another vial and cautiously placed another drop of his blood into it.
Much to her relief, it turned blue, and there was no volatile reaction.
When she felt it was safe, she picked it up and placed her thumb over the top before shaking it. It remained the same shade of blue and she hummed thoughtfully.
"You are very undernourished," she explained. "Have you not been eating well?"
Harry shrugged.
For much of his life he hadn't eaten well.
"Not really," he admitted.
"It is of no concern and can be easily fixed," the healer assured him. "Other than that, you are not suffering with anything else. Now, I need you to remove your shirt, if you will."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"I need to check you over physically for any magically induced injuries. The headmaster was insistent on a full check. It is better to be safe than sorry."
With a sigh, Harry did as he was asked.
"Do not be alarmed, I am just going to check you for any linger effects from curses or any other foreign magic," she explained.
Harry flinched as he felt the tip of her wand pressed against his chest, her whispers following her movements as she traced it across his torso and down the length of his left arm.
"This is a magical scar," she murmured, running her fingers over the puckered wound on his forearm. "Where did this come from?"
How did Harry explain that?
'Oh, I was bitten by a thousand-year-old snake,' sounded ridiculous even to him.
"A snake," he answered simply.
"A snake?" the healer questioned disbelievingly. "To leave a wound of this size, it would have had to have been enormous. To my knowledge, snakes do not grow that big. Even magical ones."
"Basilisks do," Harry sighed.
"A Basilisk?" the woman choked.
Harry merely nodded.
"The only know antidote to the venom is…"
"Phoenix tears," Harry cut in. "That's how I'm still alive."
The healer's eyebrows rose considerably, evidently surprised.
"Well, that would explain it."
Her voice had gone up an octave or two at his admission, but she shook her head.
"That does also explain the reaction to the allergy test. If you ever did have any, the venom would have eradicated them."
"Should it not be there anymore if the phoenix tears healed it?" Harry asked curiously.
The healer shrugged.
"Very little is known about the venom, young man, but given the reaction your blood had, I can confidently conclude that it is in there still. I can only assume that your body and magic have accepted it as part of itself."
"I don't understand," Harry huffed.
The healer offered him a reassuring smile.
"Think of it as your body making use of it. It has taken something foreign and is using it as a weapon of sorts, another form of defence, and a rather powerful one too."
"Is that not dangerous?"
"The fact that you are sitting in front of me breathing suggests otherwise. If the venom was going to kill you, it would have done so when you were bitten. I suppose it could be quite the boon for you in many ways. You're likely immune to most venoms, but I would not be in a rush to test that theory, and not that I would encourage such practices, but any blood-magic you were to perform would have that additional element. Anyway, as curious and unprecedented that this is, perhaps we should continue?"
Harry nodded and the woman continued with her work, shooting him the occasional look of curiosity as she did so.
"Another one," she muttered, indicating the scar on his upper right arm. "How did this come about?"
"Hungarian Horntail hit me with its tail," Harry shrugged.
"I will not even ask," she sighed, "but whomever healed this did an admirable job."
Harry nodded.
Madame Pomfrey was an excellent healer. For all the time he spent under her care, he had no reason to complain. She always managed to patch him up from whatever mishap he had found himself in
"This scar here, this is a curse scar of sorts," she announced, having moved his fringe aside and come upon the one he was famous for. "Merlin, how long have you had this?"
"Since I was one."
"And no one has ever thought to look at it?"
Harry shrugged once more.
"Not that I remember," he answered. "Maybe when it happened, but not since."
The woman tutted disapprovingly.