AN: this was on the backburner for a bit, especially since i had other ideas bombarding my brain. Not my best work but i think it'l do.
"HARRY!" cried Madam Pomphrey quickly at this burst of rage. Just as Madam Pomphrey reacted to Harry's outburst Dumbledore, quicker than any could see, stunned the preteen who slumped to the floor, the magic sparkling on his skin dissipating near instantly afterwards.
"Albus Dumbledore! How DARE you stun one of my patients in such a state!" Madam Pomphrey hollered.
"My apologies Poppy-"
"Don't you 'Poppy' me! There's no telling how Harry will react when he is revived, especially after you were caught trying to scan his mind! Just what in Merlin's name were you thinking?" Madam Pomphrey asked heatedly.
"I concur with Healer Pomphrey Dumbledore, just what were you attempting using passive Legilimency on a 12 year old child? Legilimency of any type on children is a very serious breach of the law." one of the aurors, Daniels asked.
Albus opened his mouth the respond, Madam Pomphrey cut him off.
"You better not say that it was for Mr Potter's Greater Good, there is absolutely nothing that constitutes the use of Legilimency of any kind on children." Madam Pomphrey practically spat, halting Dumbledore's tongue.
"We will revisit this at a later time, what we have to focus on is Mr Potter right now; from what we just witnessed the case is quite severe. Dumbledore you will need to leave." The second auror, Stevens spoke up making a shooing motion to the aged headmaster.
"I-I am Mr Potter's magical guardian, you cannot dismiss me!" Dumbledore stammered at the audacity of the auror.
"Because of the nature of the subject at hand, you duties conflict with the current situation, as of now your magical guardianship of Mr Potter is suspended until a full investigation is filed and completed." Auror Daniels added on.
"Surely this is taking it too far." Dumbledore tried to argue.
"If you attempt to stall these proceedings further, then I will have you charged with obstruction. This WILL happen Professor Dumbledore, whether you like it or not. Now please leave, we will be in contact with you about your actions just now at a later date." Auror Stevens pressed.
Begrudgingly Dumbledore left the Hospital wing.
There was a few second of tension before the green robed man, healer Heaty broke it.
"Did that just happen?"
"Yes, Dumbledore capped an inevitable explosion of magic, when Mr Potter wakes up though…" Madam Pomphrey trailed off as she moved to Harry's slumped side, levitating him back to his bed.
"This affords us a window of opportunity to discuss Mr Potter's condition. Poppy tell us what you can." One of the two white robed men asked.
The white robed men were mind healers that dealt with cases such as possessions, they were rare, but they did happen.
"Mr Potter has had a mix of phoenix tears and basalisk venom-"
"WHAT?!"
"A BASALISK?!
"WE'RE ALL DEAD!"
"Enough!" barked auror Daniels, silencing everyone before nodding at Madam Pomphrey to continue.
"The school has been under threat of what I know now to be a basalisk the whole year, several students were petrified when they saw the reflected gaze of the beast around the castle. As I was saying, Mr Potter was bitten by the snake and a phoenix cried into the wound which saved his life." Poppy finished.
"How did Mr Potter not die straight away?" asked a very curious healer Heaty.
"From what Mr Potter told me of his encounter, the phoenix, the one that frequents Dumbledore's office, gauged out its eyes. Harry stabbed it through the mouth with the Sword of Gryffindor which he says he got from the Sorting Hat that the phoenix brought to him. Mr Potter was bitten in the process and was dying till the phoenix showed up again and cried in the wound, saving his life." Madam Pomphrey added. Sets of eyes filled with awe turned to the unconscious boy on the bed with murmurs about the sword briefly before Healer Heaty interrupted.
"I think I can see where this is headed…" healer Heaty mused thoughtfully. The aurors looked at him questioningly. "In all recorded history of basalisks, no one has ever survived a basalisk bite, never mind the serpents killing gaze. The phoenix tears fought the venom, correct?" healer Heaty enquired.
"Not only did it fight the venom, but the venom mixed with the phoenix tears and both substances mixed with Mr Potter's magical core, mutating it into what we see here now. When he picked up his wand after the fight it exploded, I had to reattach Mr Potter's arm, it was hanging off his shoulder joint, his hand similarly smashed to pieces' I was lucky enough to be able to reattach and mend it." Poppy explained.
"Extraordinary…" they all said in a bit of a daze, the aurors and mind healers equally mystified.
"As I was saying, once I discovered that his wand exploded after he picked it up, I performed more scans, identifying that Mr Potter's magic is now completely incompatible with wands and is incredibly potent as a result. Once I determined that Mr Potter cast his magic with his thoughts alone, I taught him the basic Mind Art skills in occlusion to the best that I was able. It's what led to the events with the Headmaster just now, Mr Potter has only been awake since his ordeal for barely half an hour and his control is still rather poor with so little time to work on this new skill." Poppy added.
Madam Pomphrey paused a moment to collect her thoughts for what she was going to say next.
"When Mr Potter was doing the beginning exercises for his occlumency, he told me he was feeling pain in his scar similar to how he said he was feeling all last year when Quirrenus Quirrel was teaching Defence."
"What happened last year?" asked the mind healer, Shulz.
"Mr Potter informed me that last year he encountered a not dead Dark Lord You Know Who-" hisses were heard from the aurors and healers.
"WHAT?!"
"How can that be?"
"That can't be true!"
"Enough!" Madam Pomphrey snapped. "Mr Potter encountered the Dark Lord who was possessing Quirrenus last year and survived again. Mr Potter explained that when he was around Quirrenus his scar hurt, and during his Mind Arts exercises he felt similar pain in his scar; I scanned his scar more thoroughly and called for assistance when I identified possession, which leads us to now."
"I still can't believe that a kid killed a basalisk…" one of the aurors griped, earning a dig in the ribs from his partner in red. "Hey, all I'm saying is that this reads like a children's fairy tale, like the actual Harry Potter Adventure books for children, slaying dragons and nundu's and the like."
As aurors Daniels and Stevens bickered between themselves, the mind Healer and backup healer were running their scans on the unconscious Boy Who Lived.
"He has been through a lot." Commented healer Heaty as he assessed his results.
"That is an understatement and a half, from what I can tell from the tests I've done so far, the thing in Mr Potter's scar is alive, like a parasite almost, attacked to his life source. How was this not picked up years ago, surely a healer would have noticed this earlier." Shulz said with raised brows.
"From what I was told, as far as Mr Potter knows he hasn't seen a healer since before he came to Hogwarts, not even that night after his parents were killed, as far as he was told." Madam Pomphrey revealed.
"How can that be?" asked an incredulous auror Daniels snapping out of his pseudo argument with auror Stevens.
"Mr Potter had the night explained to him by Rubeus Hagrid. Apparently Mr Hagrid was given baby Harry by Sirius Black that night; who says was lent Black's enchanted flying motorbike to take Harry to the boys aunts house, where Dumbledore was waiting for them."
"Dumbledore was waiting for Harry Potter at the boy's aunt's house in the middle of the night?" auror Stevens asked, disbelief at what his ears were hearing.
"There's so much wrong with that scenario I don't even know where to begin…" auror Daniels shook his head at the absurdity of what he was being told.
"When I heard this I reacted quite vocally, it was then I saw Mr Potter exhibit symptoms commonly found with child abuse victims, when I confirmed my suspicions with the appropriate scans I called for help, which is what you are all doing here now." Pomphrey finished her explanation.
"Well this is not making any sense, Mr Potter has had a Naming ritual enacted, most likely set up from his parents when he was barely an infant." Healer Heaty spoke up as he finished yet another scan.
"Naming Ritual?" asked auror Stevens.
"It's the means of which a child's godparents are named and their bonds to the child are made, they are sworn by magic oath to care for the child if their parents are incapable." Healer Heaty explained, his tone even.
"And, what's strange about that?" the other healer asked, speaking up for the first time.
"From what I can read of the ritual signatures, the godfather is declared as Sirius Black." Healer Heaty answered.
"That's impossible, Black was convicted of selling out the Potters to You Know Who!"
"Well from what these scan results tell me, something of the story that we were all told of that night is wrong. If what we know to be true, is true, then Sirius Black would have died long before he could kill Pettigrew or those 12 muggles for reneging on his oath." Rebuked Heaty.
"Merlin, what next?" griped auror Stevens.
Harry started to groan and fidget. The air began to shift rapidly.
"Oh bugger, I was joking!" Steven's exclaimed.
"Mr Potter, go over the steps like I told you." Madam Pomphrey instructed instantly, she wanted to catch him quickly before Harry got too worked up from the last thing he remembered. A rapidly blinking Harry counted off a list in his head for a minute or so, the swirling air dissipating gradually.
"Dumbledore stunned me." Harry stated bluntly, his occluding skills working hard to keep him level headed, though all present could stiff feel the flittering air swirling. "Why did he stun me?"
"I believe it was due to the magical build-up you were causing in your fit of rage when you found out that the Headmaster was your magical guardian and the one ultimately responsible for your life up till now. Part of what happened was my fault Mr Potter, I am very sorry, I didn't know you didn't know who your magical guardian was. In any event, the Headmaster has been suspended in his role as your magical guardian, you are now within the realm of loco parentis. For the time being I will fill that role until further notice." Madam Pomphrey informed the preteen.
"We will need to move this assembly to St Mungo's, whilst Mr Potter is currently stable we need to put him under observation so we can safely determine that he can remain that way." Healer Heaty determined after a moments pause after yet another scan.
"Agreed, we can't have another episode like the one we had earlier." Madam Pomphrey agreed snatching up her wand from her office quickly before returning to a readying response team and a curious patient.
"The best floo is still in the Headmaster's office isn't it?" Auror Stevens asked, a sliver of dread in his voice.
"Unfortunately yes," admitted Madam Pomphrey. "We'll just have to hope that the Headmaster hasn't composed a legal means to prevent our leaving the castle."
"Wasn't Dumbledore removed by the board of Governors as Headmaster?" Harry asked suddenly.
"He was summoned back after Miss Weasley was taken down into the chamber." Madam Pomphrey answered.
"How long ago was that? How long ago was I retrieved from the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry asked. The response team and Madam Pomphrey made a move to the Hospital Wing doors.
"Hang on, your telling me that you went into the fabled Chamber of Secrets?" auror Stevens asked gaping at him.
"Where was it?" asked Daniels.
"Down a pipe in Moaning Mertles bathroom under sinks sealed by parsel-tongue, it's where the 70 foot basalisk was." Harry answered.
"What the- 70 FEET?" healer Heaty gaped.
"Well it had been there for over one thousand years, it had plenty of time to grow in size." Harry replied with a shrug.
"Seventy feet long… thousand year old basalisk… jeez boy your making us look bad." Auror Stevens griped again earning another dig in the ribs curtesy of his partner.
"Enough dilly dallying!" Madam Pomphrey pressed. "We do not have the luxury of wasting time."
AN: writing so many people in a scene can confuse you something shocking, i honestly just wanted to get it over and done with.
