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Electrified

Chapter One

Harry was dreaming...

But... These dreams were... Different...

Fragments, tatters, scenes and memories jumping sporadically through his mind, unable to focus on any one thing for long...

He was boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time...

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"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat screamed...

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"BOY! GET YOUR LAZY, WORTHLESS SELF IN HERE AND COOK MY DUDDERS HIS BREAKFAST!" Shrilled his Aunt Petunia as his seven-year-old self jerked awake in the Cupboard Under the Stairs...

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His first day at Saint Mungos, working with several other Interns under the eyes of the stern, unforgiving visage of Isamu Taki, the Japanese Medi-Wizard in charge of them and Head of the Spell, Curse, and Magical Object and Creature Trauma Ward, the most tasking Ward in the entirety of St. Mungos.

"Listen up, you kuduranjisou! You will address me as Healer Taki, Sir, or Taki-Sensei! Nothing Else. I'm here to make sure you're not all dumbasses, not to be your friend! It is my duty to train you in the proper conduct of a Healer, and I promise you, that by the end of the next two years, you will not only be full Healers, but you will hate me. Hopefully, you'll even learn some damn Japanese so that when I tell you how much of a fucking idiot you are, you'll understand! Any questions?" The glare he sent at all of the "cadets" promised a painful reply if there were any. No one raised a hand. "Good! Now, let's put your asses to work, shall we?"

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"Potter!" Taki-Sensei, as he truly preferred, bellowed sharply; Harry flinched sharply, as he was prone to when confronted by loud noises, but raised his head from his paperwork with a questioning expression.

"Yes, Taki-Sensei?" The blunt Healer stalked over with a huge stack of paper, and dumped it in front of him, making a few of the other Interns who were also filling out forms, wince in sympathy.

"You're the only one who has chicken-scratch I can read out of this bunch. All of this by the time your shift ends. If you don't get it done, I'll have you staying after to clean bedpans and puke stains in every damn room on the Ward! Andaasutando?" Harry winced at the glower and threat.

"Hai, Taki-Sensei!" He replied quickly, and sighed faintly in relief as the Healer stalked off to begin yelling at one of the other poor Interns on Clinic Duty, instead of Form Duty. Looking at the foot-and-a-half stack of paper, Harry grimaced, already imagining phantom pains in his wrist for the amount of writing he was about to do. After all, Taki-Sensei demanded every form be written twice. Once in English, and once in Japanese. With another grimace, Harry got to work.

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"Tobin-baka!" Taki-Sensei roared, magic sparking around him furiously as he glared down at the short form of Intern Glyn Tobin. "What the fuck made you think that a fucking Calming Draught would be a good thing to give a poison victim?!" Tobin grimaced.

"She was panicking! I had to get her calmed down so I could properly diagnose the type of antidote needed!" He defended himself; Taki barred his teeth in fury.

"Baka!" He snarled. "You need a calm patient to diagnose?! News Flash! The patient is never calm when they're poisoned! They're never calm when they're brought in here at first, injured from something! The only calm patient is one that has fallen into shock or is dead! You are lucky Potter had the brains to grab a fucking Bezoar out of the Emergency Kit to fix your mistake and save the patient!" Tobin bowed his head and glared angrily at the ground, lips thin and tight as a flush worked its way up his neck and cheeks, whether from anger or embarrassment at the rather public dressing down, Harry couldn't tell, focused as he was on taking all the vitals of the now exhausted but no longer poisoned Witch lying on the bed in front of him, answering her questions in a soft, soothing voice and telling her to rest.

"You're off Clinic Duty for the next week, Tobin," Taki-Sensei announced, voice hard. "And for endangering the life of a patient un-needfully, you're on Bedpan Duty for that time. Get the hell out of my sight!" Tombin stalked off, fuming, as Taki-Sensei joined Harry in the patient's room, growling under his breath.

"Kusoteinousha," he grunted; Harry made a point of ignoring it, and continued to sooth the patient as Taki-Sensei took up the reins on the vitals and required tests to make sure there was no more poison in the womans system, and no permanent damage.

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"Congrats, jisou! You guys are now certified Medi-Wizards and Witches!" Taki-Sensei announced, smirking as the much smaller group of Intern's cheered. "If you're lucky, we'll never have to see each others fucking faces ever again!" A much louder cheer and some laughter. "For those of you who showed promise, though, you're still mine. All of your names are on the different sheets pinned to the wall behind me, labeling your test score as a whole, and which Ward you're being designated to. Those of you on the 'Pending' page aren't going to be working pending further testing. It was a fucking pain knowing you idiots, but here's to you getting the fuck out of my hair!" He held up a butterbeer. "Kanpai!"

"Kanpai!" Most of the Interns replied, toasting their trainer, before drinking some of their own butterbeer. Most settled into chatting as they carefully made their way to the lists. Harry and Glyn Tobin found themselves side-by-side, the redheaded man sneering at his "rival" while Harry ignored him and searched for his name, finding it on the extremely short list of Interns that were assigned to Taki's Trauma Ward Team, much to his relief. Taki was a hard task-master, he didn't give a shit for your feelings only your work, but he was fair, if blunt. Harry had gotten used to his ways, and had worried about having to learn the habits and personality of another Healer entrely.

"What the fuck is this shit?!" Tobin shouted, furious as he finally found his name, on the medium-long list of Healers sent to the General Clinic for permanent rotation. "I should be in a Ward! I'm qualified! Healer! What the hell is this shit?!" He shouted, jabbing at his name while turning a furious glare to Taki, who looked totally unfazed.

"Tobin, your test results and the results of your Internship put you where you're assigned, not me," he told the redhead bluntly. "You got good points on your Theory work, but your Practical and Internship results were pretty damn average, and even a bit below that. Now, shut the fuck up, I'm celebrating my lack of paperwork and idiots I'll have to deal with later." Tobin snarled angrily, stalking out of the room and slamming the door shut, making Harry flinch at the sharp, cracking sound, forcing back memories of The Final Battle and other fighting scenes.

"Fucking child," Taki grunted, before downing some more Butterbeer and leaning back in his chair. Harry couldn't help but agree.

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Voldemort's eyes were locked with his own, red and wide and scared as Harry plunged Gryffindor's Sword into his chest. Harry watched those red eyes dull as Death claimed the Dark Lord.

The Memory of the life leaving those eyes will haunt Harry for years to come.

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"Potter!" Harry turned, blinking in surprise at Glyn Tobin as the redhead trotted towards him as he had started out of the Ministry, where he had been talking with a few friends and meeting Minister Bones as a friend, the once DMLE Head taking her new position with surprising grace.

"Tobin?" Harry asked; the redhead grinned and gestured at him to follow.

"Hey, Potter! Come on, come on, come have a drink with me!" The part-time Clinic Healer suggested; Harry shrugged and followed him through several hallways as the two semi-collegues shared polite conversation, mostly discussing a strange case they'd had lately or a ridiculous one, depending. They came to a stop in a clean, homey little lounge, coffee and tea provided. Tobin gestured Harry into a seat and got them both coffee, carefully juggling the two cups while adding the requested amounts of sugar and creamer, before stirring swiftly and returning, Handing Harry a red cup while he himself drank from a plain black one.

"So, tell me, Potter, how's that Taki bastard, huh?" Tobin asked nonchalantly as he sipped his coffee, smirking as he watched Harry drink his own.

"He's the same as usual," the Trauma Healer told him simply, shrugging uncertainly. He didn't know what Tobin wanted but he hoped it wasn't a favor. Everyone always wanted favors from him, either because he was Harry Potter or because he was a high-ranked Healer. His foot started to tingle, as if it was falling asleep, and he bounced that leg, trying to shake the limb awake.

"So bitchy and rude?" Tobin remarked; Harry's lips twitched slightly up, before he began to frown as his other foot began to tingle as well, the pins-and-needles feeling beginning to crawl up his legs. His fingers twitched, before the same feeling erupted in them, making his eyes widen as he lost control of his extremities, his coffee-cup falling to the table, and bouncing to shatter onto the ground, spilling the coffee over the tabletop and floor.

"Poison?" He asked weakly, his lips slowly starting to tingle and go numb too. Tobin smirked and set his cup down, the firm click sounding ominously final.

"Oh, don't worry, it's only a temporary paralysis, you're not going to die from it. I just needed you nice and quiet for what I have in mind. It will take five more minutes before you lose all ability to control your body, so that's plenty of time to explain why I'm doing what I'm doing, which you no doubt wish to know." He folded his arms on the table, eyes half-lidded as he smirked coldly at the weakly twitching Harry.

"You see, when we were Interns together under that squinty-eyed fucker, I was actually rather pleased. This was my chance to prove that you were nothing more than brawn, with no brain in that battle-damaged head of yours. That your place was out there killing and fighting, not with us, not as a Healer. You're a killer, after all, a destroyer. Youd never be able to truly separate yourself from your past, to help anyone without killing something. I was going to prove it to everyone that Harry Fucking Potter was nothing more than a weapon and should be kept that way!

"But you surprised me, honestly. Your experience in the Wizarding War helped you make quick diagnosis on every patient, and if you didn't know what to do, you had no problem asking for assistance and working under another's orders. Hell, instead of living up to my expectations, you flourished in the Trauma Ward, until you had shunted even me away from the prime place as a high-rising Healer.

"I was furious when they put me on Clinic duty! Me! My father was a Head Healer of the Neurological Ward! He worked with patients from the top echelon of the Wizarding World, studying their brain patterns and the effects of mentality-effecting spells and curses! And they put me in the Clinic?! But they sent you, the killer, to the leading Trauma Ward in the entire Wizarding World?! It wasn't fair, it wasn't right! They favoured you, Potter, and shunted me off with the rejects and for what?! An average Practical examine and the word of a filthy foreigner?!

"But I'll have the last laugh," Tobin hissed, gray eyes bright and wild as he grinned, standing and pulling out his wand, flicking it at Harry's now completely numb form, lifting his senseless body into the air. "I will show the world that Harry Fucking Potter was nothing more than a human and could die! Just. Like. Everyone. Else!" He cackled, sounding borderline hysteric, as he turned and sent Harry floating off ahead of him, down the deserted hallways, towards a special room, where a special, experimental chair rested...

It was the sun that woke him, shining on his face and closed lids, making Harry slowly squint open, groaning at the aching, cramped feeling of his body, and grimacing at the twitching of his extremities and a few muscles in his face and neck.

This was worse than waking up after a night spent drinking with his friends from the DA, and almost as bad as a night spent drinking with Taki-Sensei. After nearly ten embarrassing minutes of struggling with his cramping, twitching muscles, Harry managed to sit up, head flinching repeatedly as the right side of his neck cramped and twitched repeatedly. Carefully, Harry looked around, taking in the strange trees, the shining sun, and the abnormal amount of... energy surrounding him. It wasn't magic, exactly, but felt more like the kind of energy Taki-Sensei had always described as spiritual, almost. Harry couldn't really explain it, even to himself, especially considering his brain kept fritzing and fogging up, making focusing on the strange feeling nigh impossible.

Whatever the energy was, however, it had also replaced his large reserves of magic, and while it was easier to grasp than his magic had ever been, it was harder to control. Trying to pull some into is musculature to heal some of the damage from his "shocking" death, resulted in some minor healing, and several arcs of electrical discharge coating his skin, little shots of static zipping this way and that, not hurting him in the least, but burning the grass and ground around him as if the little static shocks were actually miniature lightning bolts.

Groaning, Harry eventually staggered to his feet, and began to awkwardly walk, steps stuttering and jerking with every twitch and spasm. Wherever he was, he hoped he could find some help, or at least some food, but, if he couldn't, he prayed to whatever deity was watching over him, that he found some place he could meditate and hopefully control his new energy, because this was getting ridiculous and he was tired of the constant twitching and pain.

Sighing, head jerking towards his right shoulder as his neck cramped again, Harry began to slowly work his way towards the strongest point of the strange energy around him, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

A/N: There's a good start, at least, and I hope I did a good job explaining everything...

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DICTIONARY

(I used romajidesu . com as my reference, sorry if I used words in wrong context)

kuduran jisou! - Idiotic Children!

Andaasutando? - Understand?

Hai - Yes (more for a Yes Sir! sort of yes, however)

Baka! - Idiot!

Kuso Teinousha - Damn Imbecile/Moron (either works here)

Jisou - Children

Kanpai - Cheers! (Said when toasting a drink)