"If there's any clues about the spirit's identity or how the circlet worked, I would also like preemptive permission to report those, but I don't need to report what the context for those clues is. I will not report on anything else."

"I'm all right with that."

Anathema bites her lip. Then: "Yeah, I'm alright with - the scan and the reporting clues."

"Alright. Thank you." She turns more toward Ellie. "Is it alright if I scan you first, Miss Potter?"

Nod.

Auror Shaklebolt raises his wand, causing glowing numbers to float in the air. They start counting down from two minutes, which Professor Reynolds spends quietly, holding Ellie's hand.

Then the timer hits zero, begins counting up, and Professor Reynolds looks into Ellie's eyes.

It's - a polite sort of mind reading, actually. Gentle and painless. Ellie can tell pretty clearly what parts of her mind Professor Reynolds is looking at - all of them, of course, every memory and stored thought, everything Ellie's thinking and feeling, but in an order, starting with the possession itself and spiraling out into the natural mental connections from there. Professor Reynolds is clearly taking her time examining the memories for - something.

Professor Quirrell and History class and other classes and extracurricular work and the library and exploring Hogwarts and Anathema and Professor Reynolds and her apartment and the Dursleys and leaving the Dursleys and staying with Professor Reynolds and studying magic and playing Quidditch and the other people she's met here-

It all seems to be just Ellie.

Professor Reynolds withdraws after a little bit. 

She writes something down on parchment and says, "I, Fay Reynolds, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, registered Legilimens certified with the American Board of Forensic Magic, affirm that upon thoroughly scanning the patient, I can find no evidence of mental influence, past or current, and that I can find no evidence of Occlumency or memory modification that might have been used to hide such influence, stretching back to the natural onset of childhood amnesia." A few more notes. "The unknown circlet did not make enough contact to leave a lasting mental impression." She taps her wand on the page. "I have produced an image of it here. The effects it had were temporary memory enhancement and headache, focused on the front of the forehead, when inert. It caused severe pain everywhere it touched when active. It appears to have interacted with an echo of dark magic previously documented on the patient, due to being under the effect of a curse prior. This interaction caused additional pain and bleeding from where the curse in question had struck when the circlet activated. The unknown spirit appeared well versed in wizardry as well as wandless and nonverbal magic, which I believe was still within the wizardry tradition. The unknown spirit possibly had golden irises as a sign of active, flaring possession. The unknown spirit indicated briefly some familiarity with the patient's mother. There is no indication of the nature of the circlet beyond this, nor of the unknown spirit's identity."

"That is the extent of my report."

Auror Shaklebolt nods and then turns to Ellie. "Miss Potter," he says, "Do you wish for me to go ahead with the Obliviation?"

She chews her lip for a moment, then nods.

"Alright," he says, then casts at Professor Reynolds, saying clearly, "Obliviate."

She freezes a bit, blinking rapidly.

Auror Shaklebolt lowers his wand and tells her, "You have been obliviated of the last nine minutes. Do you understand?"

She nods, rubbing at her forehead. "Yes. I don't think there were any side effects."

He hums, then raises his wand, casting something silently - and then makes a statement affirming the Obliviation occurred, why, when, of whom, that consent was given, and that the Obliviation was flagged with his identity, the time and date, and the reason, to be obvious to any skilled Legilimens later reviewing the subject's mind.

Professor Reynolds affirms what he's said, after, and he lowers his wand. "Thank you both," he says, then walks over and picks up the paper Professor Reynolds has been writing on. "The report transcript is accurate to my knowledge, with the addition of a magically generated image of the unknown circlet." He hands it to her for review, and she reads rapidly.

Then, another two minute countdown, while Auror Shaklebolt confirms with Anathema that she still wishes to go through with the scan.

And Professor Reynolds sits at Anathema's bedside, looks into her eyes - and stills.

This particular scan seems to last longer than Ellie's did.

Well. That kind of makes sense, given what happened to her that didn't happen to Ellie and her history. But she'll trust the both of them.

She doesn't start reporting right away on withdrawing, marking down the start of the transcript, but holding her hand against her forehead, frowning.

"Is there a problem, Professor Reynolds?" Auror Shaklebolt asks.

She shakes her head. "No. There's just a lot of information to organize."

Anathema bites her lip, looking uneasy.

Professor Reynolds takes a deep breath, and -

"I, Fay Reynolds, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, registered Legilimens certified with the American Board of Forensic Magic, affirm that upon thoroughly scanning the patient, I can find no evidence of current, ongoing mental influence, and that I can find no evidence of Occlumency or memory modification that might have been used to hide such influence, stretching back to the natural onset of childhood amnesia." Pause. "There was evidence of past mental influence in the form of possession, as reported by the patient. I can find no evidence that the possessor make any direct modifications to the patient's mind, and the patient's memories reveal no attempts at verbal manipulation. The possessor's control of the body was absolute, which the patient experienced as watching the body act under another's will. The patient was aware of at least some of the possessor's thoughts, though I cannot confirm whether the possessor was using Occlumency at the time to hide or change their apparent thoughts."

A longer pause.

"The possessor did not identify themselves by name. However, they gave several fairly definitive clues to their identity, assuming that those clues were not intentionally manufactured. They had clear memories of the attack on Godric's Hollow that occurred on October Thirty First, Nineteen Eighty One, which arose as they considered a difficulty they were having with laying a spell on another. They referred to a known and convicted Death Eater as 'my most loyal servant,' likely in response to a thought by the patient. The cadence of their thoughts matched my personal experiences of a specific wizard's speech patterns. The way they used their magic matched my experiences of that same wizard, as well. I would like to enter into the record a professional observation that thought cadence and magic usage patterns are difficult to mimic, even by immensely skilled Occlumens, making deception in this matter unlikely."

"As such, my professional conclusion is that the spirit's most likely identity is that of Lord Voldemort, the leader of the Death Eater movement."

Auror Shaklebolt has gone very still, mouth thin. Professor Reynolds presses her hand to her forehead, thinking -

"The spirit did not directly reveal much of what happened in the time between Voldemort's disembodiment and the possession, nor of the spirit's plans for the future. The spirit indicated that they had been possessing the late Professor Quirrel since the beginning of the school year. The spirit's thoughts about the unknown circlet indicated faith in its powers, but did not indicate the nature, exact powers, or origin of the circlet. The spirit believed that the circlet would erase its victim's personality, replacing them with a copy of the spirit. The victim's memories would be sectioned off, the spirit's memories - possibly only up to a certain point - placed centrally within the mind. The spirit had never before used the circlet to this purpose, though, and they observed that it was not functioning as originally intended. The spirit was unsure whether that was because of a miscalculation on their part, or if ritual protections laid on the victim were interfering."

"The spirit indicated confidence that they could not be prevented from obtaining their goals. I am uncertain if these 'goals' refer to the short term or the long term."

She frowns, more, then, almost reluctantly:

"I need more time to sort out everything I observed. I understand and accept that this means that the Obliviation I have agreed to, for the sake of the patient's privacy, will cover a more significant time than initially believed, possibly amounting to several days. I do not intend to record or relay anything I observed within the patient's mind not relevant to the case, and I am willing to take a magically binding oath affirming this, as well as affirming the truth of what I have relayed."

Anathema squirms a bit, hugging herself, throughout Professor Reynolds' report, and -

"I - I withdraw my request for Professor Reynolds to be Obliviated," she says, voice small. "And... She doesn't need to swear an oath about not telling people stuff."

Auror Shaklebolt looks over at her, expression soft. "Duly noted, Miss Canta," he says. "However, after the completion of her report, you will have another opportunity to change your mind - though, due to the risks involved with Obliviation that does not extend to the present moment, that will be your last opportunity to request Obliviation."

Anathema nods, jerkily.

Oh no.

"I'll keep your confidence regardless, Miss Canta."

She nods, slowly. "Thanks."

"...I wanna be left alone with Ellie now. Please."

"Alright. We'll make sure you two have privacy."

She turns to Ellie, a bit. "Do you need anything before we go, Miss Potter?"

She shakes her head.

She nods.

She and Auror Shaklebolt both leave - and the medi-witch lets them know he'll be in the Hospital Wing's office, and that he'll hear if they shout or if a status alarm goes off, but that he'll leave them to their privacy, too.

Right.

Anathema slides out of her bed, shaky, and sits on the edge of Ellie's, almost stumbling.

Hug?

Hug!

(Fortunately the bed's big enough for the both of them; still, Anathema ends up a bit sprawled over Ellie as she wiggles more stably into the bed.)