Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"Move over Kyle, I can't see!"
"Quiet Matthew, you'll wake him up!"
"If you move over I'll be quiet!"
"If you're quiet I'll move over!"
This was the sound that Harry Potter awoke to. At first he tried to block out the sound, and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets with a sigh. He had never slept in a blanket so comfortable. It was like sleeping on a cloud, or in a bed made of feathers. But as the voices got louder he was forced to wakeup. Suddenly, the events of yesterday hit him all at once. He started to panic; he didn't know where he was.
He sat up so fast he bumped heads with someone else. "Ah!" He cried out, recoiling to pain. He rubbed his forehead in an effort to ease the pain. He opened his eyes slowly this time, to examine his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was that he was in some kind of lab. It must have been a medical lab, because it was full of hospital beds, and had rows of shelves stocked with medicine. The wall was painted with pictures of Daffy Duck, Tweety Bird, Road Runner, Sylvester the cat, Bugs Bunny, Taz the Tasmanian Devil, Porky the Pig, and any other Looney Tunes you could think of. The painting had the characters waving at you, and painted above their heads was "Get well soon", in black letters. The picture calmed him down a little. He was most definitely in a Children's Hospital, but how did he get there was what he wanted to know.
Continuing to observe his surroundings he noticed a boy on the floor. The boy had blond hair, with a spiky patch of black in the front. He had wide, black eyes, and a piercing in his ear that was a black lightning bolt. He looked around my age and was rubbing his head in obvious pain.
"Told you not to wake him up," came another voice from beside him.
Harry twisted around so fast he got whiplash. There was another boy lying there on a hospital bed. He had shocking orange hair, that rose like flames, with a black patch in the front. His eyes were
also black, but they were narrowed and sharp. His nose was slightly pointy, and his lips thin. He had a piercing in his ear as well only it was a yellow-orange flame. His skin was a sickly pale color, and he wore a hospital gown that all patients wore. It was obvious the boy was sick, but he seemed to be in good spirit, if the wicked gleam in his eyes was anything to go by.
"What do you mean I woke him up, you were the one who pushed me, Dragon!" The boy yelled outraged.
The boy called Dragon raised an eyebrow.
"Do I look like I could push anyone in my condition, Surge," he mocked patronizingly.
The boy called Surge spluttered in indignation. He was hardly going to interrupt their argument he found it quite amusing. Thanks to Dudley he had never had any friends, so he never got to witness friendly arguments like this. He turned back to the boys conversation only to see them staring at him expectantly. He could almost here an annoyed voice saying "Well," in his head.
He blushed under their scrutiny. Sensing that he didn't hear the question Surge repeated it to me.
"Do you think Dragon pushed me or does he not look in any condition to push anyone like he said?" He asked, rolling his eyes at the idiocy of it all.
Harry was starting to panic again. He didn't
want to alienate the only two candidates for friends he had right now. He didn't know what to say. "I-I u-uh," He stammered pathetically. Luckily he was saved from having to answer when
someone new entered the room.
"Dragon, Surge, why are you bothering our guest?" Questioned a woman.
She was tall and shapely with red hair styled in a pixie cut, and earth green eyes. Her skin was pale, and her face pretty, with black painted lips, an upturned nose, and a mole on her right cheek, next
to her mouth. She looked to be in her early twenties, and was wearing a lab coat, and a nurses white dress under it.
"I thought I told you to two not to bother him," she continued voice rising in anger, when she got no answer.
"Well, you see it was like this-RUN!" Surge yelled.
He and Dragon took off like bats out of hell. They were out the door before anyone could protest.
The woman's right eye began to twitch, giving a sickly sweet smile to him she said," Excuse me for a moment please," and ran after them.
She came back three minutes later with a kicking, and screaming Dragon in her clutches.
Harry had to bite his lip to keep laughter from escaping.
She sat him down on his hospital bed and screamed," Rest now!"
Dragon tried to keep up an act of indifference but Harry could tell that he was afraid of the woman. Seeing that Harry wasn't buying the act of him not being afraid, he huffed and snatched the bed curtains closed.
The women then turned to him. He could see her eyes soften as she took in his state.
"Hello, I'm Laurenya Frost, and I'll be your doctor for this evening, what can I do for you?" She asked playfully, even managing to pull off a graceful curtsy.
Harry giggled, thoroughly amused, and that broke the ice between them.
"-,"
"Call me Mama," she interupted,"Everyone does."
"Well Ms. Mame, could I have something to eat, I'm frightfully hungry." He said meekly.
Then he snapped my eyes closed waiting for the hit to come. Uncle Vernon never allowed him to have anything to eat, and if he sked for some he would beat him so bad he wouldn't be able to digest food without hurling up what he'd just eaten.
Surprisingly she just laughed and said," I imagined you'd be hungry, so I fashioned you up something myself."
She walked out into the hallway and came back in pushing a food cart. The cart had two trays of steaming hot food. He felt his mouth water just looking at it. Mame took the first tray over to Dragon behind the curtain. He opened the curtain just wide enough to snatch the food, and snapped it back closed. Instead of being offended she just laughed again.
"You'll have to excuse Dragon, he has a flare for dramatics." She said, handing him a tray. He nodded and pulled the cover off the tray. He had never seen such a spread. Scrambled eggs, with blood sausages, bacon, black pudding, mushrooms, baked beans, a hash brown, and half of a tomato.
He practically inhaled his food, and slowed down embarrassed when Mame commented that the food wasn't going anywhere. Even though he was hungry he only managed to eat 2/4 of what
was on the plate. Mame frowned displeased with how much he ate, but thankfully didn't comment.
"You may go back to sleep, I'll check back on you two later." Mame said as she collected the finished trays and rolled the cart into the hallway. She turned off the light and closed the door. He sighed contently, and snuggled up to the sheets. He was no longer worried about where he was because he remembered the events from yesterday.
* Flashback *
"What the hell is going on here?" Someone roared. Harry backed away from the "food" and looked up. Emerald eyes met with raging, cold glass green.
"U-Uncle Corbyn, what a pleasant surprise wasn't expecting you and Lucian so soon." Harlin said his tone forced and calm, but indicated just fine that it was not such a surprise to see him, nor was it pleasant.
Harry broke the eye contact and let his eyes roam over the man's powerful form. He was tall at lest 6'4, with a lean but muscled figure. He had long black hair that was pulled back from his lean face. Glass green eyes that were piercing, high cheekbones, thin lips twisted into a scowl, and dark Carmel colored skin. He wore a blue colored silk suite that looked to be worth more than his aunt Petunia's house.
"Cut the crap Harlin, why the fuck did you bewitches this boy's mind!" The man roared.
He looked murderous and his hand was twitching, as if it longed to reach out and grab Harlin by his neck. `Bewitch my thoughts, what does he mean, I feel fine, Harry thought confusedly. Catching a glance of himself in a muddy puddle he gasped at what he saw.
He was filthy, covered with mud, twigs, and leaves. His face was smeared with dirt, but especially around his mouth. Smacking his lips he could taste.... DIRT! He had been eating Dirt! He could feel his fury mounting, Harlin had fed him lies about food he didn't have, and bewitched him to eat dirt. His fury only heightened when he heard Harlin's next words.
"Accidents happen, I lost control of my powers, It's to be expected, I'm only eight, you shouldn't feel like you failed or anything, the responsibility was just to great."
It wasn't the fact that he tried to justify what he did but more the way he said it. He said it so haughtily, and uncaringly that Harry was willing to bet he had done this before. What really sent Harry over the edge though was when Harlin shot him a superior smirk?
Without further warning Harry charged at Harlin, his hands crackling with blue lightining. The man was so shocked about Harry's mutant power that he didn't intervene.
"Aw, tsk tsk Harry, didn't learn your lesson last time, you going to off me like you did your uncle?" Harlin taunted as he dodged Harry's violent thrust with his lightning charged hands.
Harry paused for a minute in shock, before continuing his thrust, stronger and faster than before. Just when it seemed like he was going to hit Harlin, black shackles appeared on his wrist chaining him down as a woman's voice roared
"Enough!"
Harry was thrown back violently along with Harlin who jerked forward in suprise.
"What is going on here?" Came the same voice.
The source was a woman who stood about 5'9 with long black hair pulled into bun, wide purple eyes framed by long lashes, pouty red lips, high cheekbones, and carmel colored skin. Her body was curvaceous and looked like it was sculpted by the gods. She wore a long black trench coat, hip hugger jeans, and black high heels. She looked startlingly like Harlin!
"I won't ask again," She said her voice cold, and low.
A visibly scared Lucian peaked from behind her.
"Uh, hi mom," Harlin said his voice wavering as her ice-cold glare landed on him.
"Corbyn?"She said looking at the man questioningly.
"Well Isabeau, see it happened like this.... see what he was trying to do was, it was all Harlin's doing!" And in that way he watched proud grown man turn into a scolded child, placing blame, and making up excuses.
After released him from his shadow bines (as she called them) we all sat down and discussed what had happened like reasonable, civilized people. They decided that he had to be trained no matter what and that they were the perfect ones for the job. They were going to talk to about taking him in as a foster child, along with all the other mutant children they had found in their journey. What satisfied Harry the most though was when he told Harlin's mother about the events that went on before her arrival, she took one look at Harlin, her gaze unimaginably chilly, and said
" It'll never happen again, I can promise you that."
* End Flashback*
He must have fallen asleep after that because that's all he remembered. Then he awoke to those two arguing in that most amusing way. He was happy to see that he was in a much better place. With those last thoughts he drifted off to sleep.
