Chapter 25
Hermione had confronted Shala on her island, and informed the dragon elder of Harry's condition, and asked for help or guidance.
Shala had taken things in her own...claws, and taken a short flight, relatively speaking.. from her island at an undisclosed location, to London, also an undisclosed location.
The trip was quite exciting for Hermione's part, as she had never ridden a dragon before, in fact would never had thought of it let alone risked it.
The actual flight was much less eventful than anyone would expect. Shala had a natural shield that allowed her to slip through the air, or lack of air easily. She had no idea how to calculate speed without an external reference point, but she was sure they were traveling several hundred miles per hour, but that was mostly because while riding south towards London, they eased up behind and to one side of a pair of Tornado fighter-bombers.
It was a testament to the professionalism and skill of the pilot that he did not lose control of of his aircraft.
The RIO, however, rolled his eyes and muttered "Oh bloody hell, not again!"
Shala however did not tarry, and the two military men were shocked to see an unprotected young woman at this altitude, not only 30,000 feet above what was survivable , but exceedingly cold, and here she was, riding a dragon at the operational ceiling for the RAF's high performance machine. Hermione grinned and gave a shy little wave as they stared at her.
It did not take very long at all and the great dragon was circling in on the precise center of the Black University compound. Since they were under a dragon magic disillusionment , there was nothing to be seen externally, but a momentary ripple in the sky.
The two females in Harry's life settled at the bottom point of the inverted pyramid , and as Shala settled sown on her haunches, Hermione scrambled off.
She threw off her outer jacket and rushed towards the closest entrance to the compound, when Shala called her back.
/wait, remember, you will need/
Hermione skidded to a stop and returned to the dragon.
"Sorry, I am just worried about Harry.. all right, where?"
The dragon extended her left paw and the toes and claws dug into the decorative stone pavers .
The conversation took place while in flight.
"I brought the little dragon so you can recharge it, so we can re-establish the connection between me and Harry".
/that would take too long, days/
"To recharge the dragon or which?"
Hermione didn't quite understand the context of the statement.
/The small dragon would work/
/ but it would take days/
/three or more for you /
/to sing it's song/
/do you understand/
"I see, we could use the small one, but it would take too long, so is there a faster way?"
/yes/
What Hermione saw was not in words, but more in feelings and pictures.
After the feeling overwhelmed her and she was able to take in the required procedure to be followed, she just hung on for the ride, and was somewhat bemused as they passed the RAF aircraft.
Her sharp eye did, however notice one of the names stenciled on the side of the cockpit,
Lt Creevey.
She gave a shy wave and sighed when she realized there would be more explanations upcoming.
Shala placed her paw flat on the ground between herself and Hermione, and nibbled at a loose scale, jerked it out and spit it out.
/take scale/
Hermione picked it up and placed it into her bag, and advanced on the dragon's paw, and with her wand created a small cut in the flesh of the creature. Blood welled up and made a small globule balanced between the scales. She then took her wand and cut her hand, making a fairly large slice by comparison. She pressed the incision hard on the cut in the dragon's paw.
She could feel the blood burning through her own veins.
After a few moments she felt deep within herself Shala's voice
/Enough/
she staggered back and almost fell from the power of the connection between herself and Shala.
Unbidden she held her hand and arm up toward the dragon and Shala took Hermione's arm into her mouth. The tongue licked away the blood, leaving a healed hand.
/Go, help him/
"yes, My Lady."
Hermione bowed to the dragon and jogged away towards the entrance of the underground warren.
All levels of the courtyards and gardens were lined with windows and patios to allow light into the facility, as well as comfortable places to be.
Behind every window were people, lining all levels, watching and commenting on the incredible action before them.
These things would cement Hermione's reputation as more, much more than just a brainy witch, much more than 'the smartest witch of her generation'
The actions of this day were the basis of stories and tales of true love and adventure and the sacrifices that people in love would do for each other.
Sirius met her at the door and guided her to the infirmary where Harry lay, inert, his brain activity off the charts,and yet no discernible brain function.
Back in fourth year, during the Yule Ball, Harry had done what appeared to be a miracle, repairing the damage done to Lavender and Parvati by Dumbledore's manipulation and penchant for obliviation.
This was for the most part, just plain Harry dumb luck, where the circumstances lined up to work together for good and not evil..
Harry's connection with Shala was at it's highest point, and she was cooperating with him there without his knowledge, knowing that there was something off about these two young women.
Shala had provided a format that Harry could work with to repair the damage done to them.
Without that help, Harry would never have been able to do it on his own.
Hermione entered the infirmary where Harry lay.
She started to climb onto he bed where he lay, but the healer stopped her.
"First, you need to be checked out, you are running on adrenaline, Miss Granger, we have been watching you for the past hour..by now you must be quite thirsty, your temperature is up and I'd be willing to bet you are feeling faint from low blood sugar..Mr Potter will wait twenty minutes while you take care of yourself..look, even your dragon is taking a nap"
Hermione let herself be distracted enough to watch the screen, where indeed, Shala was curled up in the sun sleeping like some great feline.
Hermione looked at Harry lying there, seemingly asleep, and at rest, and sighed.
"Very well, Sirius, you keep an eye on him."
Sirius nodded, taking his orders.
"Assistant Healer Jalpa will be checking you over, let her do her job, please?"
Senior Healer Marcus Pomfrey referred the young woman into the exam room.
It was proper practice to do so, in the current magical society,male healers rarely dealt with female patients, except as referrals and advisers.
As the door closed Hermione had a fleeting thought of the old medical dolls that were used to point out aches and pains and symptoms without the embarrassment and indignity of actual personal exposure.
"Please remove your clothes, at least the dragonhide, I cannot use diagnostic spells through dragonhide."
Again Hermione sighed. Her mundane practitioner was much the same.
This healer looked as if she had some mundane experience.
"So where are you from, I don't recognize your accent..something Balkan?
"I am from Romania, I met Charles Weasley while an intern working on dragon reservation."
She poked Hermione with various wands and spells,
it was quite surprising when the healer used the heart monitor spell, she felt what seemed to be a cold stethoscope on various points of her chest and back.
"Oh! That's cold!.. how does that work?"
"Jalpa looked at her chart. "It is a simple heart diagnostic, the cold touches are a traditional reference point, so they tell me"
"I wouldn't mind looking at those spells someday." she grimaced.
She unbuckled her belt and slipped out of the leather pants and boots, and they dropped to the floor with a clunk.
"Sit on table, please"
More poking and prodding.
Her eyes were checked, her lungs listened to, her tongue examined, all the while a dictating quill was taking notes from the various diagnostics.
"Lie on table, on your belly. Please"
"Huh? Why?" this had never happened in a mundane examination.
"Because you have a laceration your back, I must clean and repair this."
"When did this happen?"
Hermione flexed her shoulder and realized that the stiffness there was from a gash on her back, right shoulder abut halfway down her scapula and a good four inches long, and it would turn out fairly deep. Her back was also covered with blood and feeling a bit sticky at this point.
With a snip,Hermione's sports bra and camisole top hit the floor.
She could feel the healer irrigating and cleaning the wound, and finally after making sure there was no contamination, a surgical mending spell, making the flesh bond back together, layer by layer until she was all the way to the surface, and a final pass, the skin was sealed.
"There, a done, there should be minimal scarring, but if there is, come see me, I was first in my class in cosmetic procedures."
She sat up and flexed her shoulder, feeling a minor bit of swelling, which was normal for something like this.."I wonder what happened to cause this?"
"From what I saw, and the others were saying, when you were flying towards spiders, the bird got you at least once."
Realization struck as Hermione recalled just how close the Roc had come to her.
"Dilly"
an elf popped in "Please clean and repair Miss Granger's clothes."
"Yes Miss Healer."
"I'm done with you, Here is some tea and light food for you, and I want you to drink at least two liters of water in the next 12 hours, please.
When you are done here, there is a shower in the other room, and you are free to go."
"Thank you Healer Jalpa, I appreciate your fine work"..she hesitated a moment, thinking. "May I make an appointment with you for next week, I have a few questions I wish to ask."
"Very well,call the front desk, I will be on day shift all week."
"Thank you." Dilly appeared with all her clothes clean and repaired.
"Here you go, Miss, give to me please, knickers for cleaning."
Jalpa had left the exam room, and Hermione shrugged, and stepped out of her knickers and handed them to the elf.
"Thank you Dilly. I am going to clean up now."
and she entered the bathroom, and into a hot shower.
Out in the private part of the healers office, Jalpa was speaking with
Senior Healer Pomfrey.
"She had a laceration 14cm. long and just over 3cm. deep on her right shoulder, that was obviously caused by a magical creature.. I believe it was the bird, it looked and acted similar to the injuries from the dragons I have repaired.. if it were the spiders, I believe the wound would be septic already. She didn't even realize she had been injured until I pointed out the blood on he shoulder and back."
Healer Pomfrey nodded in acceptance. He had seen all manner of wound in his years as a healer, not specifically from a dragon or a Roc, but things similar.
He had once seen a dead man who had been mauled by a hyppogryff, and the wounds were very similar.
Hermione stepped out of the shower and dried herself, and dressed quickly. Winky had stepped in and made sure her clothes were perfect, and as the Lady was dressing, , her hair was plaiting itself and all in place by the time her boots were on.
With a smile and thanks for her elven friend, the young woman darted out of the washroom towards her destination.
In Harry's room Sirius was watching, as an assistant healer monitored Harry's vital signs.
Hermione entered the room in a rush, followed closely by Sr Healer Pomfrey, who was speaking.
"Before I let you do anything,I want you to describe exactly what you are doing, so we can monitor the procedure, and keep him safe as well as yourself.. you have just been through an ordeal, and I suspect you will be coming down from your high in a few moments.. and I don't want you to have any bad reactions because you are not prepared to do what you need to do..do you understand me?"
he had worked his way around and inserted himself between her and Harry, not allowing her to do anything just yet.
Sirius stepped up behind the intent witch, and reached over her shoulder and took the wand out of her hand, as it was beginning to move toward the Healer.
His arms surrounded the young woman and held her tightly as he whispered in her ear.
"Harry is safe, just not connected with us right now.. Mr Cromwell has checked on him and said he was in there working on the problem from his side, and other than being unconscious he is just fine.. Harry wouldn't want you to hurt yourself now would he?"
finally some of the tension went out of the girl as he r body slowed down, and her shoulders slumped.
Sirius gently guided her over to a chair next to the bed and made her sit.
He almost had to physically lower her into the chair as her body gave out,
and he knelt in front of her.
"Now, what kind of Godfather would I be if the most important person in Harry's life was hurt or injured.. you, young lady are my responsibility when he can't watch over you.. you do know that he watches over you all the time, when you are reading, studying, running, everything.."
Gently, he slipped her wand into her arm holster and took her hands, and looked her in the eyes.
"You are the reason Harry lives, the reason that he does all the things he does, because he wants to make a better world just for you, don't ruin that, please?"
she nodded after a moment as a tear made its way down her cheek.
Sirius leaned forward and hugged her as she buried her face into his shoulder.
"Harry is very much like James was with Lily, he would do anything for her, anything at all. She got cravings with her pregnancy and James would go anywhere in England to find what she needed or desired,
even before she was pregnant, she made a comment about something in the cottage they were living in , and what he did was send her to go shopping with
Alice and while they were away, he shanghaied me and
Frank and Mooney and we did a two hour remodel and room addition for her, a complete potions lab, state of the art, before she came back..it's still there at the back garden of the Godrics Hollow cottage".
Hermione smiled at this as he wiped away her tears.
"Now, you feel a little better? I thought you would have calmed a bit while Healer Jalpa fixed you up."
"Well, she did, but while I was getting cleaned up, I got to thinking and had to get get in here and help my Harry."
"As you can see, he is in good hands, so, Healer Pomfrey was asking you about the procedure that you are going to do."
she dabbed her eyes and nodded.
"I was too excited to do it before, I have to calm down and meditate before I begin.. I don't know what has come over me..umm...maybe because I have dragon blood in me now.."
Healer Pomfrey snapped tot attention at this, and silently did some diagnostics over the girl.
He did some very specialized spells that examined the blood and showed all that was in that blood, with long specific readouts on the sample.
This was a test that could define whether a person had magical creatures in their heredity, and was originally designed to test for lycanthropy.
"hmm. Interesting. You wouldn't know it if you weren't specifically looking for it. Miss Granger, your blood has taken on the characteristics of dragon blood, and yet is still completely human."
" Fascinating."
"Do you have an animagus form?"
she shook her head no. "I was turned into a feline by a polyjuice accident once though"
The healer's eyes went wide. "Oh, my.. we do have some testing to do, don't we.." he turned to his assistant. "A complete, and I mean Complete medical history on Miss Granger.. she is just as interesting as Mr Potter."
"Now, what can you tell us, be as specific as you can, and while you are doing that, I am going to have my assistant look up a few things on interspecies blood transfusions."
"Well, while you are doing that.." Hermione grinned at him.. "I was also petrified by the reflected gaze of a basilisk back in second year.."
Pomfrey and the assistant both rolled their eyes.
It was almost twelve hours later before Hermione got to the point where she could help Harry.
She tried to meditate, but her adrenaline crashed and instead she fell asleep in the chair at Harry's side. When she woke seven hours later, a water bottle was thrust into her hand by Healer Jalpa.
"you obviously needed a nap, but here , you need to drink in order to help your friend."
After drinking and eating, and getting herself together, she finally was able to attend to Harry.
She had described what to expect, both from herself and from Harry, and those gathered agreed to watch and not interfere.
/Shala/
/I am ready to enter/
/good/
Shala was a dragon of few words.
Hermione climbed on the bed and straddled Harry, and the bed had been raised a bit so he was in an almost sitting position with her over his lap.
She put her hands on his head, her thumbs on is cheeks and as she was doing this, had a sudden flash of Mr Spock doing his Vulcan mind thing.
His eyes opened and she dove in.
She entered the maelstrom, and felt the massive presence of Shala with her/inside her/at her side
/now what?/
/you need to get their attention/
Hermione climbed up on a high spot in the architecture of Harry's mind.
From her viewpoint, she could see the Harrys all crowding around a single point, trying to interface with that point, and being bounced back, and when they hit another, or hit the 'walls' of the chamber, sometimes were fractured and had to gather themselves together, one bit at a time, and some were split into multiples of the same image, and were eerily reminiscent of the multiple Tom Riddle that had been sent into the afterlife.
As a girl, Hermione had acquired a skill that was not as feminine as is common, but useful, especially in calling a taxi or getting attention.
She stuck two fingers in her mouth and let loose a piercing whistle.
Several of the avatars looked up. She spoke in a commanding voice.
"All you, get over there on that wall, in numerical order, lowest to highest". She pointed to the wall farthest from the access port.
A few shuffled off obediently, some ignored her, some advanced on her, with questions or aggression.
She pulled out her wand, and cast stinging hexes towards some and sent them on their way toward the line-up.
Those who seemed to be aggressive, she either hexed or stared down..
if she were so inclined, and looked at herself, she was a Valkyrie on a prominence, hair flying in the wind, shining armor glistening.
After some doing the avatars that were not lined up on the wall, were gathered around her pedestal, that is, except for those that had gone to pieces and could not gather themselves together.
Hermione stepped down from the prominence, and advanced on the I/O port that connected to Harry's higher mind.
She pondered what was going on in his mind, what he had created out of some perceived necessity. She turned and looked at all the 'harryflections' who were lining the wall as well as those who were still attempting to gather themselves together.
She snorted inside at the sight of two avatars trading pixels back and forth, attempting to sort themselves.
She asked as she stood over them.
"Are you learning from each other?"
The Harrys looked up and spoke as one.
'yes it is very enlightening'
'we are learning new things'
'we are synthesizing'
'new ideas"
Hermione pondered this.
"so, each of your..'selves' concentrates on a single subject?
They looked at each other and then turned to her.
"Something new"
"Really? What do you mean by new?"
"Like no one has ever seen before."
"What else can you tell me?"
left Harry spoke alone
"if it works we will change the world'
"How?"
Right Harry spoke
"We will be able to do magic without hiding"
she was intrigued
"How would you do that?"
both Harrys grinned
"hiding in plain sight"
she raised an eyebrow with a question oh her face,
the two Harrys sniggered and went back to sorting pixels.
She pondered these two entities and huffed.
"Well, if you are not going to tell me specifics, I will just be about repairing your brain clog."
The portal to the higher mind was covered by a pile of pixelised Harry-bits left over from the multiple collisions.
She prodded the loose pile, as they roiled and bubbled over each other, trying to find a mate to build a part.
She prodded a few pixels with her toe and considered a sorting spell to help move them along their way but within seconds, the loose pile surged and flowed up her leg, quickly climbing up her body and enveloping her in place.
Outside in the real world, the watchers might have noticed a slight intake of breath as Hermione's eye twitched away from Harry's for just a millisecond.
As it was, no one did notice, Healer Jalpa was distracted by Healer Pomfrey asking her about something and Sirius had just turned to speak to Mooney who had arrived from Potter Keep.
Internally Hermione was frozen in place, almost totally encased in glowing orange pixels.
She was upright, fixed in place, her back arched and her nervous system on fire as the feelings bounced back and forth between her body and the pleasure centers of her brain.
The effect was a continuous orgasm, which she shuddered to bring under control.. it was at a time like this, that if she could think, that she understood how Harry managed to fight through the pain of the cruciatus.
It would not have surprised her that he, in whatever for brought up these feelings in her, and wondered as she could feel the imprint of each and every pixel crawling over her body.
Externally in the hospital room where Harry was lying on the bed, she did not move a muscle, or make any outward action. Mooney was talking with Sirius, quietly but his attention was drawn away by something impinging on his consciousness, something primal, compelling.
It took a few moments real time for him to realize the smell of a female in heat,
"Sirius, come out in the hall please"
Sirius looked sharply at his friend.
"Why, what's wrong?, I'm staying with Harry.."
Mooney ignored Sirius' protests.
"Healer Pomfrey, please step out?"
Healer Pomfrey did so at the look Mooney gave him.
Once in the corridor, Mooney closed the door and stood in front, blocking access.
"Hermione needs privacy with Harry, and we need to respect that"
Healer Pomfrey began to protest, but Mooney interrupted.
"Healer Jalpa will keep things under control"
Sirius looked quizzically at his friend and was about to say something but Mooney raised one eyebrow and subtly tapped his nose.
Sirius recognized the gesture from the Marauder days, a sign that the wolf in Mooney sensed something.
Sirius extended his senses a bit, but here in the corridor of the hospital, there were just too many competing odors
He looked to his friend and whispered "What?"
"Private, it's between Harry and Hermione and I will thank you to leave it at that"
Lupin turned to Healer Pomfrey and asked. "Do you know if they have a Reuben here at the commissary"
as they walked away, Lupin's iron grip on Sirius' arm kept him from going back into the room.
back inside Harry's mind
Hermione struggled through the sensory overload and when she was just about to give up and pull out Shala was present there in the back of her mind, and gave her the nudge she needed to slip free of the assault.
The pixels fell off, much like ice chips bouncing off a car windshield.
The mass of pixels piled up at her feet, almost as deep as her knees, and roiled about there like some kind of cubified flame.
Hermione gasped for breath, her avatar body shuddering with the aftershocks of the sensory assault, she swayed and got her bearings.
"Wow.. that was intense..."
/it was. You humans/
/can be very focused/
/it can be a good thing/
"so what do I do with this?"
she gestured at the pixels trying to reclimb her leg.
/send them home/
Hermione took out her virtual wand and banished the pixels with a command.
"to your scattered bodies, go!"
the pixels were dispersed, each flying away to the various Harrys lined up around the walls of the room.
Once free of the mass, Hermione was able to move and did so, stepping to the line she had commanded earlier, starting with Avatar number one.
"You are the oldest?"
"Yes, I am the first, I am the one who extracted the information from the piece of Tom Riddle, I destroyed all the dark magic in his fragment and stored the memories for the overmind to use."
"So you are pretty much a complete image of Harry, that is, MY Harry."
"Yes, Hermione I am."
"Good, follow me."
she turned and strutted away, over to the I/O port, looking over her shoulder with a sly smile.
She stood to the right and gestured for Harry2 to stand to the left.
She cast a sonorus so all could hear.
"Every one of you, in order, lowest number to highest, one at a time, no pushing, no line jumping. Now!"
the hundreds of avatars were mostly obedient, some tried to line jump,
but they arranged themselves in some kind of order.
"all right there are a lot of loose pixels lying about. I want all loose pixels here in a pile, now" she pointed to an area on the floor of the virtual space.
It was as good as an accio spell.
It came to quite a pile.
"One at a time. You first"
she pointed at Harry2
"Call all your loose pixels to yourself."
Harry2 did so, and several popped out of the pile and when they hit his body, they were absorbed like water into a sponge.
He stepped back into his position guarding the portal. He pointed at the next in line "Next"
The line went on for several hours, each avatar gaining some pixels and once having done so, walked through the portal and into the higher mind.
Once the last of the avatars went through the portal, Harry2 asked what he should do, stay or go.
Hermione said that it was all right for him to stay, but from this point on there was a limit of five avatars at any time. Any more and the processing burden was too great and the overmind lost track of bodily functions.
"You are going to have to figure out a better way of processing data, this method caused a data crash. My Harry was not getting enough sleep and losing track of time. Poll your many and find out if any of you have read on multitasking or data dumps." She poked at the few pixels that were still in the pile. Gently touching each with a finger, and assessing the feeling or reaction she got from them.
From the orange fiery one she felt arousal, lust and powerful urges, from the light blue-green she felt calm, compassion, from the gold she felt loyalty and determination, from the dark red, bravery and focus.
There were a large number of green and silver, she suspected were somehow related to how the sorting hat assessed the incoming student.
The green was a feeling of cunning and cleverness, and the silver ambition.
She gathered up a double handful of these pixelized jewels and let them run through her fingers. This time, when they landed on the stone beneath their feet, they were absorbed and gone.
Harry2 stepped forward.
"Come with me, please."
She followed, and he offered her his arm, she took it.
After a circuitous route, they ended up in a section where there were row upon row of filing cabinets, some open, most closed, assorted papers scattered about, some drawers stuck and jammed, some rolling open of their own accord.
They passed the cabinets and were there at the front of the brain, where there was signs of battle and damage done. There was a place on the wall where there had been a breach, that had been repaired,
This was obviously the place where the fragment of Tom Riddle had been ensconced.
The burn marks on the walls showed the great powers that had been contained.
"I have done as much as I can, and I had the help of several of the others"
"Will you try?"
She bit her lip, wondering what to do, and remembered the memories of Harry's foray into the minds of Lavender and Parvati, and the virtual representations that he had encountered.
Reasoning this out she decided to give it a try.
"I am going to start small and see how it goes, monitor Harry closely, please."
Harry2 nodded and called up his own diagnostic which showed body functions, mental functions and the magical levels flowing throughout the body they were in.
He nodded. "The levels are all coming down and he will wake up soon. We have at least an hour before you will be needed outside"
Hermione turned to the massive damage before her and slowly, one at a time, repaired scars, burn damage, reworked hasty patches so that the solid stone of the wall before them was made whole and a solid mass.
Soon, all the damage was gone, but the actual point at which the breach was made was a whorl in the grain of the stones.
A bit more work and that area was sealed and when she was done, there was a bronze plaque.
"On this spot, Oct 31, 1981
Lily Potter gave her life to protect
her son Harry James Potter.
Her sacrifices were not made in vain
"Those who go on before us are
always there as long as we remember them"
Hermione looked upon her work and Harry2 put his arm around her shoulders.
"That's nice, I like it."
Hermione looked him in the eyes.
"I know, you..he said it to me."
They began to walk back to the portal.
"So, what kind of computer shall we build?"
"Well a Cray is the most powerful and fastest at this point, but we need a way for the information to input and output."
"so the real problem is the interface?"
"It would seem so, that is what caused this whole mess, you know."
Harry2 nodded. "I lost control of it, there was just too much I was trying to do at once."
Healer Jalpa watched as the bodily functions of her two patients went from a mind rush overload of brain function to a calm steady wavelength as if in deep meditation.
She could detect some healing magic in the front of Harrys' mind which she recorded closely to study later.
She watched as the two lines of brain function separated and the young woman came up out of her trance and the patient himself went into a deep sleep state.
Hermione opened her eyes and took a deep breath, and let it out with a rush. She sat back and stretched her neck and rolled her shoulders to get the stiffness out of them.
She turned to Healer Jalpa and asked "How long?"
Healer Jalpa looked at her readouts.
"Two hours seven minutes"
Hermione rolled her head once more.
" Where are Sirius and Healer Pomfrey?"
"Mr Mooney made them leave early on. I understand that he is a Lycan?"
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"No, not at all, but as a Lycan he can smell things before the normal human can. I was about to say something but he caught it first.. I believe he was looking out after your privacy."
Hermione wondered "How so?"
"I could read the diagnostics, while in contact with Mr Potter, your body began to exude pheromones, your bartholin gland was working overtime and you, that is, your body became very aroused.
Hermione took a quick inventory f the feelings in her body and clothes and made a mental grimace at the sticky feeling.
"Umm.."
"Let me check out Mr Potter while you go take a quick shower, ok?"
The young woman agreed and the Healer went about her tests and diagnostics on her patient while she went about the second shower of the day.
As she took off her clothes again, she could smell the overpowering musky smell in her knickers, and as she was about to set them aside to be washed again she had an idea. She put the knickers in a sealed bag and into her carryall for later.
As she entered the shower, she called her friend Winky.
"Could you be a dear and get me some fresh clothes, a dark outfit like I had before, and some undies, ok"
Winky was glad to do so, and the young woman washed herself once more.
Harry felt as if he were in a dream. He entered his mental architecture and greeted his number one avatar.
"What happened?"
"You were overloaded, and had a system crash. I have orders from Hermione that we are not to have more than five avatars working at any time. I intend to enforce that request."
"My own mind rebels against me."
"don't get in a huff, we both know she is right."
"True. What else?"
"She was attacked while here, Shala helped and she overcame"
"Attacked by who..what?"
"libido, lust, arousal.. they swarmed her."
"Oh Merlin.. she's going to be .."
"don't worry, she was flirting with us right after. No harm done."
"show me"
the memory of the incident was transferred.
"There's not much to be done about it, so, I guess that we will just deal."
Harry2 agreed.
They entered the file cabinet zone.
He looked about at the damage done in the mind riot, the scattered papers and memories, and with a series of gestures, made everything go back to it's assigned place.
"We need a better interface between the files and the minds and the outside world"
"Harry337 came up with something of a plan, but we need to work out the details."
"What did he come up with?"
"He had an idea to link the mind, the separate parts of our mind to external ports, specifically the mirrors."
"how would we do that?"
Magic, of course, the load would be light, both metaphorically and physically.. well not physically, but literally, as light itself is a massless particle, at least for our purposes."
"So, instead of one mind or mage manipulating a thousand kilo rock, a thousand mages manipulating a thousand one kilo rocks."
"Exactly"
"Lets concentrate on one project for a while, make this interface work."
"There is one other thing..Hermione spoke with six and nine, and they have an idea that will change everything."
"And how?"
"hide in plain sight"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Remember the story we read where someone made a joke that they were Jedi, and used magic to make everyone in the muggle world think they were actually Jedi?"
"Yeah, that was a petty good story, I thought."
"Where do we come from, according to Shala"
"Some planet in the Bellephron sector..."
"And how did we, that is, Magicals, get here to Earth?"
"on a dragon ship..ohhhh, I see where this is going?, so all we have to do is create an entire civilization, technology, ships and what else? An entire culture? Sure, I'll get right on it. Next Tuesday alright with you?"
Harry2 snorted. "Maybe the week after.. I have a few ideas."
Hermione ad taken a shower, gotten dressed and went out of the hospital room in search of food and he godfather-in-law.
She came upon Sirius and Mooney comfortably ensconced in a booth in the commissary.
She nudged Sirius "Shove over, old man"
Sirius blearily looked up at her as she spoke.
"So, is my Boy all right now?"
She sat down and gratefully accepted the cup of tea that Mooney had poured for her.
"He's sleeping now, and will wake up in an hour or so, we have sorted out the problem and it won't be happening again, I think."
"How do you know that?"
Mooney inquired.
"I gave his mental avatar orders to not allow more than five avatars at any time.
He had well over 400 working and overloaded his inputs."
the men were shocked
"400?, how is that possible?"
She looked at him with a wry smile.
"It's Harry, Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast
Mooney looked at her with a jaundiced eye.
"Quoting Lewis Carroll, Hermione?
She tipped her head regally
"the White Queen, Sir Wolf."
Sirius looked back and forth between the two, rolled his eyes. And muttered.
"you used to do that with Lily too, intellectuals ..feh!
"shut up and drink your tea
Paddy, Harry's going to be all right, thanks to Hermione and her dragon..or should I say, THEIR dragon.?"
Hermione sipped her cup and sat it back on the table.
"I don't know whose is whose, but Shala thinks of Harry as a favorite pet."
Both men looked at the teen girl in shock.
In the infirmary, Harry was waking up.
Healer Pomfrey and Healer Jalpa were discussing the readouts and the data they had collected.
Harry quietly eased his legs over the side of the bed, and was about to sneak away, when Dippy the elf appeared and asked him if he waned his clothes
This got the attention of the healers and he was forced back into the bed as they went into a mad rush of diagnostics and exploratory spellwork.
He withstood this for a few minutes before he said "Enough.. I know you mean well, but I am fine, I just want to get out of here, please."
Healer Pomfrey had heard about the trials and tribulations of dealing with one Harry Potter from Madam Pomfrey at Hogwarts, so he made a counteroffer.
"We will let you go under certain conditions, one, no more of these overloading your mind scenarios, and two, you have to come back tomorrow for a quick check-up, no more than a half hour, ok?"
Harry could agree with that,so in a jiffy he was dressed and out of there before they could change their minds.
Mooney and Padfoot were arguing about something, and Harry was getting dressed, he sent out a mental message to Shala
/thank you for saving me/
/you are welcome/
/but it was your mate/
/my mate?/
/she is very possessive/
/I like her/
/that's good, because I do too/
Shala paused, and Harry could feel it.
/is there something wrong?/
/yes. This has advanced my time./
/the egg is ready/
/it is time/
Harry sprinted towards the commissarry wher Hermine was becoming aware of his mental prescence.
/Harry?/
/is that you?/
He burst through the doors in a rush, all eyes in the room turned to him.
"We need to get out to where Shala is!,
she needs us!
"It's her time!"
Hermione gasped and the two teens sprinted away towards the gardes where Shala was writhing on the ground, her wings and tail knocking over park benches and planters.
next:
Harry the midwife