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"What happened here!" Madam Pomfrey screeched seeing the floating body of Harry come through the door to her infirmary.
"You would not believe me if I told you." Madam Hooch said shortly.
With an odd look at Madam Hooch, Madam Pomfrey indicated which bed to place Harry in by pointing at it with her wand, as she did so the covers quickly lifted off the bed and neatly folded and placed themselves on a nearby chair.
After Harry had been placed on the bed Madam Pomfrey took a good look at him before casting some spells to determine the problem. As she performed diagnostic charm after charm she made small hmms and ahhs. When she had finished she looked over at Madam Hooch.
"Has Professor McGonagall already been informed?" She asked.
"Yes, she has. I sent Ms. Hermione Granger to fetch her, she seemed beside herself, I had to get her moving." Madam Hooch responded.
"Yes well, very good. If you could please fetch Professor Dumbledore." Madam Hooch said firmly.
"What? What's wrong with the boy?" Madam Hooch said.
"Just go fetch him for me please." Madam Pomfrey said with finality.
A short time later both Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore arrived in the hospital wing with Madam Hooch shortly behind them.
"Poppy, what's going on here?" Headmaster Dumbledore said with concern.
"This is a very severe case of magical exhaustion." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Magical exhaustion? He is but 11 how could this have happened?" Professor McGonagall responded with shock.
"Take a moment, see for yourselves." Madam Pomfrey said gesturing to the bed Harry lay in.
Both Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore took out their wands and ran their own diagnostic spells on Harry.
"Hmmm, interesting. When did this happen? Was anything out of the ordinary going on?" Headmaster Dumbledore said with an odd twinkle in his eyes.
After that prompting, Madam Hooch told the story of Neville and his out of control broom, and the fantastic display of magic Harry accomplished ultimately saving Neville's life.
"Interesting indeed," Dumbledore said stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"Are we able to do anything?" Professor McGonagall said.
"I am not equipped to handle this level of magical exhaustion, all I have are potions for minor exhaustion, nothing close to this level." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Professor McGonagall will you please fetch Snape, we may have need of his potions expertise," Dumbledore said. "Madam Hooch, that will be all thank you, you may return to your duties, thank you for responding to this situation as you have."
Feeling a little put out both Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch obliged.
"Poppy, why is he not in worse shape? With that display of magic, he should be completely drained, we should need to take him to Saint Mungo's Hospital." Dumbledore asked.
"You did your own diagnostics, Albus. I saw as I am sure you did that he is regenerating his magic much quicker than normal. This is unprecedented. If he was an adult we would surely be studying him." Poppy said.
"Yes quite puzzling, luckily for Mr. Potter here there are laws that protect him. Even as such we should keep this under wraps for the time being, possibly wait for a recurrence." Albus said.
"I agree Albus," Poppy said with a nod of her head.
"Albus what's going on here, Minerva said there was something of grave importance going on.." He trailed off as he saw Harry lying in the bed.
"And what is going on here! If Minerva had said this was about Potter.." He spat out leaving the room to fill in the meaning of his sentence.
"That is exactly why I did not tell you the nature of the request Severus," Minerva said sharply.
"Severus, Harry here has just experienced something quite strange for someone his age." With that said, Dumbledore proceeded to fill Snape in on what had happened.
"Showing off just like his father! And he was showing promise in class as well, hmmph I suppose I should expect nothing less of the spawn of James." Snape Snapped.
"The idea that he did this just for the purpose of showboating is preposterous Severus! He saved Mr. Longbottom's life! Don't you forget that this 'Spawn of James' is also the son of Lily Evans!" Minerva spat back at Severus.
"That is quite enough about that!" Madam Pomfrey said. "There is a student in this hospital bed that needs assistance that I currently can not provide. Do you have any adult magi-replacement potions in stock?"
"Of course I do!" Severus said angrily.
"Well, it's settled then, please if you would Severus fetch us some so that we may administer it to Mr. Potter here." Headmaster Dumbledore said.
"Administer Adult magi-replacement potion to a child? What is this about, you know his core is nowhere near ready for something like that." Severus said quickly.
"You are free to run the diagnostic spells yourself to verify the need." Madam Pomfrey said.
With a grunt Professor Snape did just that. Upon completion, he looked at Albus stunned.
"How?" Was all he said.
"That Severus is the mystery. As I have told the others aware of the issue we should keep this under wraps for now as I am certain you are aware of the laws." Dumbledore said with a knowing look.
Understanding the implied meaning Severus stiffened. "Yes, well I will be fetching that potion now."
"Thank you, Severus," Albus said his eye twinkle returning and he clapped his hands together. "With that settled, I will return to my office, there is a bowl of soup waiting for me. I do Hope Fawkes has not gotten into it." Dumbledore said warmly.
But alas, by the time Dumbledore returned to his office Fawkes had indeed gotten into the soup.
The next morning after breakfast the students that attended that flying class where gathered and instructed not to speak of the incident, the explanation being that the power shown was a strong spurt of accidental magic brought on by the imminent demise of Mr. Longbottom. The students seemed to buy it for the time being. But one bushy-haired girl most certainly did not.
By the time Harry had woken from his exhausted state, three days had gone by and the school had returned to normal.
Entering the Great Hall for breakfast Harry felt great! Better in fact than he had in a long time. He wrote it off to the fussing of Madam Pomfrey and took his normal spot sitting right next to Hermione.
"Hello there, how's breakfast this morning?" Harry said Nonchalantly.
Seeing as Hermione was so engrossed in the morning paper she had not noticed Harry sitting down next to her. So naturally, she jumped.
"Harry!" She screeched. Promptly grabbing him in a crushing hug.
"Jeez, Hermione!" Harry gasped. Hermione quickly loosened the hug and Harry hugged her back.
"What's this all about," Harry said. "It was only a few days right?"
"Yes its been 3 days to be exact! And I was worried sick! They would not let me come visit you!" Hermione said letting go of Harry.
"They wouldn't let you visit? Really?" Harry responded.
"Yes, they said that you needed all the rest you could get. I reluctantly obeyed. But that didn't stop me from worrying." Hermione said looking at him with worry.
"Well, the rest worked! I feel great!" Harry reassured her.
"Yes well we will talk about this more during the break, later on, classes are about to start," Hermione said noticing people starting to clear from the Great Hall.
Today was Wednesday, so starting class was Herbology followed by transfiguration, lunch history of magic then charms. Due to his hospital stay Professor Flitwick waved off their extra study after charms class today so the duo took off for their favorite spot, the Library.
After grabbing all needed books and supplies for his catch up homework Harry stretched his arms up over his head the unceremoniously plopped himself in the chair next to Hermione.
"So how were the past few days?" Harry asked.
"Boring mostly," Hermione said honestly. "Though the teachers did pull the flying class aside to tell us not to worry about what happened and explained it away saying it was some kind of accidental magic."
"What? That was no accident!" Harry said appalled! That was easily the coolest thing he had ever done, and here the staff was, saying it was an accident!
"I know! Of course, Professor Flitwick knew as well and so should the other kids who saw what you did that first charms class. But that's what the teachers said so that's what everyone is believing, for now at least." Hermione responded.
"Well I guess that's alright, I don't need any extra attention anyway, what with this scar ya know," Harry said pointing to his forehead.
"Oh no we are not going to end this conversation like that!" Hermione said with a little more force than she intended causing glances from other students in the library.
"What else is there to talk about?" Harry said, genuinely confused what she was getting on about.
"Harry, this happened right after you took that long run, don't you think that these things are connected?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I'm not sure. I suppose they could be." Harry shrugged seeming to not really worry about it.
"I think it is connected. Harry, how many times did you say you had run that long?" Hermione continued.
"Hmm well never, that was amazing huh?" Harry said with a smile.
"Yes yes, amazing sure. But really, how did you feel after?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I guess I felt pretty tired," Harry said rubbing the back of his head with his right hand while looking up at the ceiling.
"Yes so! After that, you cast that spell, and while it did seem to have more power in it than when you were practicing in Professor Flitwick's classroom, you still should not have been affected like that Harry. I mean you went on casting that spell over and over again in the extra study. So why when that was the first magic you cast that day, did you pass out from exhaustion?" Hermione said looking at him pointedly.
"When you put it like that, yeah they seem a lot more connected," Harry said slumping his shoulders.
"Yes, that's what I am saying, maybe you were using your magic to help you run?" Hermione asked.
"If I was then I was not doing it on purpose. Man, that run is much less impressive now." Harry said.
"Well, at least it makes sense now. What other 11-year-old boy is out there running for hours on end!" Hermione said as if it was obvious.
"I don't know! I guess that makes sense why I passed out. I must have been using my magic to help me run, I guess I just used the rest up when Neville was falling." Harry said. "But now the question is, can other people do this? There has to be a book about using magic to aid physical activity."
"There must be, but we have homework to do, you especially, let's get that done first!" Hermione said studiously.
Harry knew she was right so he spent the next hour and a half finishing up the assignments from Monday and Tuesday. After he finished they still had plenty of time to scour the Library for some books on the subject. Unfortunately, the duo finished empty handed.
"Well, that's a bummer," Harry said, sitting back down in his normal spot.
"Yea it is," Hermione said with a pensive look on her face. "Oh! I know why don't we ask Professor Flitwick!"
"That's a great idea! I'll bet he has something on the subject!" Harry said.
After setting plans to talk to Professor Flitwick after class in the morning they made their way to the common room to relax by the fire and maybe take a nap before their Astronomy class later that night.
The next morning after a quick chat with Professor Flitwick they found that he didn't have books on the subject. He promised that he would inquire a few friends about it on Harry's behalf, and informed them that unfortunately, the people he wrote about the subject of their earlier discussion had led to a dead end as well.
Harry walked away from the short meeting with the Professor feeling disappointed. Here he was in a magical school but the first few non-class related topics he wanted to research kept leading to dead ends. But with the prompting of Hermione, he wrote a letter off to Flourish and Blotts inquiring about Magical control and books on magical amplification to physical attributes. As an afterthought Harry also sent a similar letter to Mr. Ollivander, he figured it couldn't hurt, and if there was someone that would know about magical control it had to be the wizened old wand seller.
All things considered, Harry and Hermione were having an amazing time at Hogwarts, and as the days went by filled with learning, study, and homework before the duo knew it Halloween was fast approaching!
A.N: Thank you for reading! Hope you all enjoyed!