They called it the breaking point. The period of time when an addict would either get past their addiction and recover or crack under the pressure. Today Henry Yewbeam would be leaving St Mungo's, returning to normality and would see if he would break and return to his addiction. His addiction that had caused him to overdose in a cell within the Ministry Of Magic. The overdose, despite almost killing him, had saved his life. It hadn't made him realise he needed help, he knew that a long time ago, it had made him realise that he had wanted help. The only way one could recover from an addiction is if they wanted to and Henry, from the bottom of his heart, wanted to make amends.
Henry had once been a social boy, a fun child who everybody enjoyed to be around. He'd captained the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, had been in a loving relationship with Hallie Cooper and was the life and soul of the common room. That was until his relationship with Hallie began to brew cautiously, they weren't relating anymore, he was growing arrogant and overdosing on his over-inflated ego. They argued. Argued until the fire in the common room had burnt out, argued until ever last owl, rat and toad had fled to the dungeons to escape their calling. That night had been the first breaking point for Henry. He was used to attention, craved it, and when Hallie had humiliated him infront of all his friends the only way he could get that buzz, that high from attention was by cheating.
His cheating wasn't the best decision in his life. Of course Hallie found out and it only snowballed his social problems. He turned to the dark arts and drugs for comfort. That is where it all began. That is where his addiction was born, it was the birth of an escape plan from the social stigma and vile glares he was victim to in the hallways. Nowadays people often wonder how somebody so full of opportunity could have sunk so low, lower than working in Knockturn Alley for he'd quit his job and devoted his life to drugs and the death eaters.
Opening the door he stepped into Sophia Granger's hallway. It was odd, this was perhaps the one place Henry never expected to find himself. For one he'd abducted her fellow order member Hallie, secondly he'd placed one of her greatest friends, Maura, into a coma and if that wasn't enough he'd blasted a hole in the roof of St Mungo's reception area with Lily Potter when they tried to escape the day after the order and death eaters joined forces to rescue Khaat Lupin. Yet here he was.
Sophia was kind, she saw the good in people and believed people could change. At least that is how it seemed to Henry. She, apart form Lily, was the only person who had given him hope, in fact, Lily hadn't gave Henry hope she'd taken it away. Sure he was the one who introduced drugs to her but the Gryffindor hadn't stopped the death eater from getting high, consuming them until he was gasping for air and unconscious in a cell. Sophia had saved him then. She'd told him he needed help, offered him treatment in St Mungo's and after twenty days cold turkey Henry found himself in Sophia's house.
He didn't have anywhere to stay. His parents had kicked him out when they heard about the accusations from Hallie Rookwood implying that he'd tortured her and was part of the death eaters - thankfully Scorpius Malfoy had gotten him out of that one. There was no evidence. It was Hallie's word against his. Theodore had seen, and Lily, but Henry had a whole host of death eaters on his side to vouch for him, say he was somewhere else. It really had been quiet easy, especially considering that the Ministry had been more focused on the marriage law and the James Blood pack.
Not really knowing where to go he simply dropped the bag down and stared around the hallway. So this is what it was like to live a happy life. The wallpaper was neat and stainless, the table was dust-free and the floor was clean. This was a home, a home that was so far from normal to Henry he felt like he'd fell into a dream.
For another minute he simply stood there not knowing exactly what room he would be staying in or if Sophia had any rules.
'Thank you.' He told her for the sixth time that morning. It didn't make a difference though, no matter how much Henry thanked Sophia she would never be able to know exactly how thankful he was. He didn't have the ability to form such words, no amount of words could describe how thankful the death eater really was. This was his clean slate, Sophia had helped him and now he had to see if he could survive and overcome the breaking point.