AN: I'm back with another snipet of my imagination, hurrah!
It was unprecedented, after being injected with basalisk venom from a 1000 year old specimen such as Salazar Slytherin's Basalisk, and having the wound cried upon by a phoenix, sealing the wound, Harry Potter thought that he as finally out of the danger.
That thought went to hell after he stabbed the diary when he picked up his wand lying on the ground of the Chamber of Secrets and it promptly exploded in his hand. The last thing Harry heard before unconsciousness enveloped him was screaming of Ginny Weasley.
When Harry next opened his eyes he knew just from the smell he was in the hospital wing. With a grunt of discomfort Harry sat up and looked around for his glasses. Seconds later the aforementioned spectacles smacked him in the face, falling into his lap.
'What the hell was that?' he wondered as he put on his glasses and assessed himself. Then he recalled what had him here in the first place and he rechecked his hands, both completely unblemished. Slightly relieved at this revelation Harry was about to make a move to get out of the bed when the voice of the matron caught his ear.
"Just where do you think you're going, Mr Potter?" Poppy Pomphrey asked primly making Harry still his actions.
"Stretching my legs?" he offered weakly. The matron sniffed.
"Likely story, Mr Potter, now perhaps you would mind telling me why I had to tend to you, yet again, this year, and why when I was mending your hand and entire arm, I discovered both snake venom of some kind and phoenix tears running through your veins?" her eyebrow arched.
"I killed the basalisk that was petrifying people all year, I didn't get away scot free, when I stabbed the thing it bit me in the process and before I died Fawkes cried in the wound to save my life, after I stopped Tom from taking Ginny's life to fuel his rebirth I picked up my wand, which blew up when I touched it." Harry explained.
"A Basalisk!? You…are you telling me you killed a basalisk, how didn't you die when it saw you?" Poppy all but demanded.
"Fawkes came and gouged out its eyes." He explained. "I stabbed it through the mouth with the sword of griffindor that I pulled out of what must have been the sorting hat, I didn't really have a lot of time to check at the time fighting for my life." Harry paused suddenly, a thought coming to the forefront. "Where's Ginny and Ron, and Lockhart too?" he asked the matron.
"All are fine Potter, except for Mr Lockhart who has been completely memory wiped, something I'm sure you can explain, at a later time; both Ms and Mr Weasley are both fine; after you lost consciousness after your wand exploded, Dumbledore came down and got you, who brought you right here." She explained. Harry's eyes sharpened hearing this.
"The Headmaster came down into the chamber and got us out?" he asked for confirmation which he received from Madam Pomphrey. "How?"
"Mr Potter, surely you know that a phoenix can fire travel to almost anywhere on the planet, as long as the phoenix in question knows the person they are flaming to." Harry took a few moments to process this before seething on the inside at this information, why the hell did he have to fight the giant snake when Dumbledore could have done it all from the start?
"Oh, of course. Anyway as I was saying, after I killed the basalisk and destroyed the Heir of Slytherin's means of control, Fawkes cried on my snake bite which sealed it up, and saved my life from the venom in there already. After the hole in my arm closed up and the danger was over I picked up my wand which exploded in my fingers." Harry finished. Poppy looked at him oddly.
"It just exploded, just like that, you didn't try cast anything with it at all?" she enquired.
"No, just picked it up and it exploded, last thing I remember before I passed out." Harry replied.
"Did this happen when you touched it, or when you held it in your hands, Mr Potter?" the matron asked again, making Harry stop for a moment.
"No, I grabbed the handle then it exploded." He answered.
"Are you sure Mr Potter?" Promphrey asked for confirmation.
"Positive. Why is it important?" he asked curiously.
"Well if the wand had exploded when your skin touched it, then it would indicate that your magic had become dangerously unstable in which it destroyed the first thing it touched. The fact that it exploded when you held it, indicates a few things I find very peculiar, one being that your magical core, from what all my scans say, has undergone a sort of change I have not encountered before, it took the potent mix of phoenix tears and basalisk venom into itself and made your magic incredibly potent." Poppy explained.
"Potent?"
"A normal wizard or which's magic to set a comparison, is like water, free flowing and easy to manipulate and control with a wand, from what I can determine, your magic isn't like water at all anymore." She explained.
"What will happen to me now?" Harry asked a little bit scared, he did NOT want to go back to the Dursley's without his magic to bail him out if it came to that.
"Worry not Mr Potter, if my readings are correct then you will have no trouble using your magic, though I'm sorry to say that your wand waving days are over. To make sure however," Poppy conjured a matchstick. "Change this into a needle as you wold normally, absent of the wand of course." Unsure of the request Harry hesitantly looked at the matchstick and attempted the spell, pointing his hands out like he had with Dobby with the cake before the start of the year. To his surprise the match morphed into a pristine needle in a blink of the eye.
"As you can see Mr Potter," Poppy motioned to the needle in her hands. "Your magic is far more under your control now than it ever was; though I must say that it may be quite dangerous if you're not in total control of yourself."
"What do you mean Madam Pomphrey?"
"You changed this matchstick with very little need of concentration correct? What is to stop you thinking of hurting someone really bad when someone upsets you, as is the case with Gryfindoor's and Slytherins in this school?" she asked primly. Harry nodded his head in understanding, he could see why that was a problem.
"I don't really care for the houses honestly, I only stick with it because of Ron, but I understand." Harry replied.
"To that end, I will teach you a basic skill of the Mind Arts, Occlusion specifically, it is a means to keep the mind to oneself and less prone to the opposite Mind Art of its type Legilemency. Now there shouldn't be any need for you to learn Occlusion to that extent, even if there was a need I can only teach you the most basic principal, just enough so you are in control of your thoughts and feelings. Now follow the instructions exactly as I give them…"
AN: if this exists somewhere as something already done that is not a slash or a Harry/ Hermione tell me plz
Tell me what you think, if i get enough feedback i might continue, i stress the might heavily though
or i might just make this a challenge