Psychoanalysis Sunday #48
Non-magical AU where Regulus is put in therapy with a psychoanalyst
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"I have done a bit of research since we last met," Dr. Robertson tells Regulus as he settles in to the office. "I've spoken to your parents about this sorting business. I have been informed that the process is meant to be a bit of a surprise to new students."
Regulus nods. "I have heard stories. Of course, I do not believe a word of what Sirius says about it, and at any rate, he is the last person that I would want to consult on the subject, since his sorting was such a disaster."
"Yes," Dr. Robertson says, his face suddenly looking a bit weary. "I certainly do want to talk about that. But before I do, I wanted to ask: would you like to know exactly what the sorting ceremony entails?"
Regulus gives the analyst an astonished look. "What?"
"Well, we could explore your anxiety about the unknown and the root of your fear of failure further, certainly. However, I think in this instance it might be a greater benefit to simply make the unknown known."
"But you can't do that!"
Dr. Robertson grins and winks at Regulus. "Actually, I can. Would you like me to?"
"Really?"
"Really."
"It - this is not some sort of trick is it?"
"Why would you think it is a trick?" the analyst asks, scribbling something on his notepad.
"You never just tell me things. Everything is always riddles and questions with you." Regulus shrugs. "It seems too good to be true."
The analyst nods and examines Regulus, tapping his pen against his chin before responding.
"No trick," he says finally. "I had a...long conversation with your parents last week, and I explained to them in my professional opinion, it is in your best interest to know the details of the sorting beforehand. I think foregoing the tradition of secrecy will help put you at ease as you approach this transition. It is ultimately up to you, though. Would you like to know?"
Regulus stares at the analyst, a bit stunned. On one hand, he finds it incredibly thrilling to be offered secret information and it would of course be quite grand to go off to Hogwarts knowing something that most, if not all, of his classmates were ignorant about. He could enter the sorting ceremony confident and calm, whilst his less privileged classmates worried themselves sick.
On the other hand, well...surely it is kept a secret for a reason. Traditions are traditions because they have stood the test of time, after all. Traditions ought to be respected. It also seems quite clear to Regulus that the analyst had bullied his parents (although he struggles to imagine anyone successfully bullying his mother, let alone the combined force of Walburga and Orion Black) into agreeing with his "professional opinion". He is certain that his parents would think it foolish that he would require such accommodation, further evidence of his defects as a son.
Learning forbidden secret knowledge also strikes Regulus as a very Sirius thing to do.
Really, though, there is no question.
"I want to know," Regulus declares. "Tell me."
Dr. Robertson looks quite pleased by this, which grates at Regulus' nerves slightly, but his mind is made up. Now that the knowledge has been offered to him, he feels he must know.
"Well," Dr. Robertson says. "Apparently there is an interview with a specialist whose family has been doing this sorting for generations. Actually, I happen to know the fellow."
Regulus' brow furrows. "A psychiatrist?"
Dr. Robertson shakes his head. "A hypnotherapist."
"A what?' Regulus asks, alarmed. "He - do you mean to tell me he is going to hypnotize me?"
"Yes," the analyst says. "It is nothing to worry about really. Hypnosis can be a powerful tool, an excellent method of tapping into the unconscious mind."
Regulus' face pales and he looks at the analyst in horror. "I do not want anyone tapping into my mind. It is bad enough I have to come here without having someone actually look in my mind."
Dr. Robertson writes something else down in his notepad, but Regulus is hardly aware of it. He feels as though he is going to be sick. Somehow, this is worse than all the ridiculous stories Sirius told him about sorting. All this time, Sirius was going on about nonsense like wrestling alligators when he could have kept Regulus awake in terror every night by simply telling the truth.
"I can walk you through the process," Dr. Robertson says in a soothing tone. "I can even arrange to have you meet with the gentleman before term starts, if you think that would help. And I spoke with him myself about the sorting process. He told me that if a student feels very strongly about joining a particular house, he allows them that choice."
Regulus stares at the analyst. "We...can choose?" he asks slowly, processing this new piece of information.
"Most children don't, apparently. But yes, you can choose. And when there is a strong family legacy, that is taken into consideration as well."
"So...So Sirius...he could have gone to Slytherin if he wanted? He chose not to."
"Ah," Dr. Robertson says. "Yes, I suppose so." After a brief pause he asks, "How do you feel about that?"
Regulus sets his jaw. "Furious."
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