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When you've got a moment, could you give me a shout? Nothing urgent, no one hurt, I just need more brainpower at my disposal than I've got myself.

[ There's a pause. ]

It might be a bit gross, though.

... Harry. How gross are we talking?

I need someone to look at my, er, eyes. Both of them.

Harry James Potter what did you do!?

Whatever you're thinking, I didn't do that.

[He has the good grace to duck his head in shame.]

It's probably nothing, but I was thinking and I need someone else to double check.

... You didn't do - I don't even want to think about what I'm thinking about.

[ She sniffs. ]

I'll come take a look. Where are you?

[Harry angles the locket so she can see that he's in Caer Scima's library. Plenty of books, to be sure, not as grand as Caer Glaem's, and certainly not as bright and welcoming. Best not ask what their bound in. Or why some of them have wards around them.]

How about we meet at the Station, instead?

[ She hums and nods, once, sharply. ]

Alright. Um, more in the residential parts, yeah?

Sure.

I'll see you there in about half an hour?

[Whenever she agrees to meet him, he'll be there. He's healthy, fairly happy looking, and it seems that he's enjoyed the downtime of researching. See? It's not always bad news.]

Sure.

[ Hermione appears a little after, stumbling out of the apparation as she does her best to tie back her hair. She smiles when she sees Harry, walking over and looking him over nervously. ]

What's up, Harry?

[Harry looks much the same as he always does, but he seems well enough. Certainly spending a couple weeks in a library researching has done him some good.]

I just wanted your opinion on something odd.

[It's odd enough that he's a little nervous.]

It's about the eye, the amber one, and it's supposed to be helpful. It's...I can see out of it, and I can see well. I'm not really advertising that, just in case I need the advantage, but it's true. I tend to take it out when I go to bed, but I've ...no, first, before I get into what I think could happen, could you just look at my real one and tell me if you see anything odd?

[ Hermione checks him over quickly, just to make sure, and seems - well, as satisfied as she can be by the fact that he's not falling apart. He looks better than he has for a while and she appreciates that, despite his nerves. ]

Of course I'll take a look, just- hold still.

[ She leans in and moves, hands gentle, to explore what she can of his features. She ignores the amber eye for now and focuses on the one remaining, looking closer and frowning. There is something, something almost glassy, but she can't really pinpoint what it is or why it's doing what it's doing. Instead, she frowns. ]

What've you been doing to it?

[ He stands still and lets her explore. If she catches it at just the right angle, there's a dull flash of pale golden green - not quite at the strength of a cat's eye, but it's the same phenomenon. ]

There is something there, isn't there? Let me try something.

[ He turns away from her for a moment and removes the other, amber eye. It leaves a rather unsightly (har har) hole in his face, but the eye-shine doesn't diminish. It used to. ]

[ Hermione deliberately does all that she can to not look in his hole (which is a weird thought all by itself, really) and, instead, focuses entirely upon what does remain; there's some kind of strange, twitching glow that feels familiar to her and she can't place it at all. ]

It's exactly the same, even without the influence of the other one.

I thought so. It used to stop when I took the eye out, but it's there almost all the time now. It'll fade, but it never really seems to go away.

[He's still got his prosthetic eye in hand when he speaks to her, but unless she asks for it, he doesn't really want to give it up. Like it or not, it's a part of him now.]

Before you worry too much, it's not bad. It just...after Treun, well, during the Midnight Court really, when the ceiling came down and it was so dark and hard to see, I found I could see. If I tried hard enough. And it faded in and out after that, but it seems to be stuck now.

[From the tone of his voice, it's clear that he wants this to be a good thing, but he's unsure how Hermione will react.]

When the ceiling came down. Why do things keep falling on you, Harry?

[ Her lips purse and she shakes her head, arms slipping crossed over her chest. Eventually, she sighs, breathing out and lifting a hand to brush his hair from his eyes, looking at him before she forces a little smile. ]

You're turning into a rabbit.

You don't really want an answer to that, do you?

[ He ducks his head and it just makes his hair fall back into place. There's no hiding his new scars, but it's still a habit. ]

And that's not so bad. I do like carrots.

No, I really don't. I'd rather you try and avoid those situations, though, please?

[ She sniffs, resisting the urge to reach out and tiny out his forever unruly hair. It's frustrating, even if it's so Harry that it almost hurts. ]

I'm not baking you carrot cake.

I solemnly swear that I will endeavour to avoid any situation where madmen, foxes, dragons, or the idiots astride them try to drop several tonnes of rock on my soft skull.

[ Harry raises his hand and tries to look as sincere as he can. It doesn't work. ]

I'll forgive you if you can find me some timothy grass.

Any more situations, seems like. But at least you're going to try from now on.

[ She shakes her head, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards a place where they can sit and actually talk. ]

Why, exactly, would you want timothy grass?

[ He disentangles himself for a moment to put his eye back in and then lets her haul him off to wherever she pleases. ]

Isn't that supposed to be good for rabbits? It's certainly got a lot of fibre.

I honestly have no idea. I could do some research, just in case you do sprout ears.

[ She settles down before she turns back, face dropping into something a little more serious. ]

Speaking of research.

How's yours been going? I've gotten a few answers, here and there, but no one, great, perfect solution.

Someone must've taken that book out.

[ He pauses and frowns before continuing: ] And I am sorry for Glaem's library.

It's been a bit of a disaster, yeah. It's -- it's not too bad, really.

[ Most of the books Hermione needs most she keeps with her, after all. All the ones from home, especially. ]

I've been dabbling about and I have a few leads. That and Thranduil - he can hide one for us. Undetectable.

Good. That's a relief.

[ They might not be able to get them all hidden in time, but Reynard can't un-Sunder a court without the full set. ]

And, I know you must, but I have to ask, you trust him?

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