Crack.
Robed people surround a seventeen year old boy, wands drawn. There's a split second of silence, then the teen opens fire. Seven fall to the ground, clutching various wounds in agony. The boy is not aiming to kill, only incapacitate. This escapes many notices, to the teen's amusement.
"Cease fire!" the people all drop their wands, raising their hands into the air. The boy pauses, then takes aim at a man's head, firing one shot. The group watches in astonishment and horror as a Death Eater keels over, missing the back of his skull. Greyish-pink brain matter is spattered all over his fellows.
The sound of retching is heard, followed by silence once again. There are multiple cracks as the Death Eaters take their escape. The teen manages to bring down an additional four while the others are heaving. An old man steps toward the teen, barely flinching as the boy's weapon is aimed straight at his forehead. The teen could now fire point-blank into the man's head, if he so wished.
This distraction appears to work, for another man, this one with a large hooked nose sneaks behind the teen, firing three Stunning spells into the boy's back. He collapses, the gun clattering to the ground. The old man catches him, brushing back the spiky black hair, exposing a lightning bolt scar that melts into another trailing down the side of his face.
"We've finally got you…Harry Potter." Dumbledore scoops up the gun and apparates away, followed by Snape and the rest of the Order, many of whom are bleeding heavily.
~*~*~*~*~
Dumbledore deposited the motionless teen in the Hospital Wing, setting the gun on the bedside table. Moments later, a plump white-robed witch came bustling out of her office, wand in hand.
"Madam Pomfrey…" Dumbledore started, only to be hushed and shooed out of the Wing.
"Out, out with you!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly. "You put him in this state, I won't have you around while I fix him!" she turned to the raven-haired gunman, eyeing his scars and bleeding wounds with a mix of shock, disgust, and muted horror. "So young to have such injuries…"
Her patient let out a soft groan, before jerking awake. Emerald eyes sprang open, instantly full of distrust, fear, and mild panic. The assassin bolted upright, hand instantly snaking out and curling around the butt of his gun. Before he could do anything more, the teen was hit with two bright red spells, sending him back into a pit of coiling darkness.
"Stop harming my patient!!" the nurse shrieked as the man with a hooked nose and greasy hair, and Dumbledore lowered their wands. "Unless I am to insert a tube down his throat to make him swallow these potions, he needs to be conscious!"
"Then, by all means, Poppy, you might have to insert the tube. He is too dangerous to be awake and so close to a weapon. We do not know what he is capable of, yet. His mind, his hands and feet, his voice, anything could be a weapon. Harry Potter has been gone fifteen years, and comes back with a manner that kills first and asks questions later." Dumbledore's bright blue eyes lacked anything resembling a twinkle. They were dull and flat, resembling a more steely blue than anything else. Snape's upper lip lifted in a silent, unnoticed rumble.
Poppy glared at him. She leaned over Harry, lifting his head and tipping a tiny bit of fluid into his mouth. The teen coughed the liquid back out, spraying it against the bedclothes. Poppy tried again, this time holding his mouth shut. Almost magically, it trickled out his nose…the group stared, one chuckling in amusement, hiding it as a cough. Poppy growled in mock irritation, before giving her wand a commanding flick. Dumbledore only heard the real frustration lacing her tone.
A thin, long tube appeared out of nowhere. Prying Harry's jaw open, she began snaking the tube down his throat. Harry coughed, arching his back against the foreign object moving down his oesophagus. Snape moved forward, wand drawn. He paralyzed Harry almost caringly. A panicked keening drifted from the teen's lips, a desperate whimper. The thin tube slid even further down his throat, coming to rest in his stomach. The nurse began to force-feed Harry potion after potion, healing wounds and replenishing blood.
When Poppy began pulling the tube out of Harry's throat, Severus quickly re-animated the teen. Dumbledore nodded at the proceedings, his eyes regaining their sparkly appearance as he strode out of the Hospital Wing. Snape and Poppy sneered after the man, Severus slamming the doors with a sharp jab of his wand. Reaching down, Poppy tapped Harry twice on the cheek, firmly. His hazy green eyes opened slowly.