i made up a hospital name that sounded good as i dont know any over there.

saint Ann's hospital. coma ward. one month before harrys eleventh birthday.

Albus Dumbledore looks at the unconscious form of harry potter. its been a month since he had fallen into a coma after something troubling had happened.

in the month before that moment Albus had been checking up with ms. fig on how the young potter was. halfway through their tea and crumpets an impulse of raw magic was felt growing at an unnatural speed. while impulses are a natural phenomenon it was not common for them to grow this quickly. for a normal impulse it will take around three months to grow and then release their energies harmlessly into the air, with the longest recorded lasting seven months. they are also what enables beings not born of magic to be able to harness magic, aka muggleborns. but if they grow and burst like the one albus feels is about to do it could level the surrounding sixteen or so miles. Albus stands up and with a sweep of his wand he casts a locator spell. 'no! not there!' with agility one would not think someone his age would have Albus jumps over ms. Figs coffee table and rushes through her front door. just as his feet hits the lawn of the dursley family he hears ms. Figs door hit the ground. without a care albus enters the house and starts looking around casting locator spells only for them to fail under the oppressive strength of the magic in the air.

Vernon who had been in the living room stomps over and starts yelling. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'R DOING BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE YOU FREAK! I WILL CALL THE COPS ON YOU IF YOU DON-" albus with a flick of his wrist and a lot of wasted magic to overcome the pressure he is under stuns Vernon before looking at petunia who had followed her husband. "there is little time to explain, lives are at risk! where is mister potter!" she just points at the cupboard.

"we will be speaking about proper care of a child after i save your lives." with one hand he rips the door off locks and all only to be flung back by a wave of raw magic. thankfully being a wizard makes you tougher and stronger then most muggles so he only got a nasty bruise and a mild headache. after picking himself up albus looks at the glowing body of harry potter. his hair is whipping around as if it is alive, his skin has glowing green lines flowing with his veins, and the most shocking is even though his eyes are closed they are glowing killing curse green. with these symptoms there is only one cause for someone of his age. harry is becoming an obscurus.

while the symptoms are shared with other things of similar or worse ailments only that one is at all possible for someone who has been reported to have used next to no magic in his life, because how would a child who does not even know of magic train it to the point his young body starts being over saturated by it? thankfully if caught quickly an obscurus change can be reversed. with two swishes, five flicks and a jab albus casts a custom binding charm that will hopefully fix the boy. it works fast and harry falls into a deep sleep with the only sign that something is wrong being if one was to check his eyes they would be glassy and unresponsive.

three days after that ms. Fig had called him and it was found out harry had fallen into a coma and no one can figure out whats wrong. albus has stayed with the boy as often as he could checking him over with any magic he could safely use in a muggle building to find whats wrong, but everything just said he was sleeping.

inside harrys mind.

"you got any three's?" a fish appears for a second before disappearing. harry picks up a card from a pile between him and his magic. a letter five appears with a question mark. "go fish. how long have we been stuck in here for?" a card floats from the pile into as a whispering voice enters his ears "it has been a month outside your mind. in here its been three" harry looks up as he sees his magic shrink a little as it speaks. one of the downsides of being a orb of limitless potential is it must use its power to project a voice if its wanting to speak. making images in his mind takes no magic what so ever as they can make anything if they tried hard enough. though harry cant do more then make a blob that disappears after a second at the moment.

harry looks up at the "net" that wraps around his mind. it had formed when the guy with a white beard had guessed wrongly on what was happening to him. his body was being forced to readjust to having more then little magic. apparently when his magic had entered the nexus it had left him with only enough to cast one or two spells if he knew how to do so for emergencies. then with all the work it took bouncing back and forth in the nexus plus fighting off that ooze for so long had made harry have as much magic as the average adult without the control needed to use it. so it had caused whats known as over saturation. pretty much he was expelling so much magic it started to burn out his body.

kicking his magic and almost dieing also did not help but that had been fully mental and had no outward sign.

if harry had been outside of his mind when the bind was cast nothing would have been different. he just would be weaker then normal. but because of him being in his mind it trapped him inside it as well. like with his magic only a small part of his mind is allowed out to do everything it needs to do, everything that is able to exit the bind is all that drives his body. right now it is more or less a puddle of nothing as it tries to figure out how to control his body..."why are you making robot sounds?" harry looks at his magic that had suddenly started beeping and booping. "no reason" harrys eyes narrow as he looks at his watermelon sized core.

suddenly the void got brighter. "oh lights are on." and with that they hear harrys voice and the bearded mans talking. for the most part its the normal "are you ok" stuff. after a bit it gets to be about how he is to head to hogwarts to learn magic. "that man can waffle on a lot." the words "yep" appear in front of harrys eyes. "so... what do we do now?" harry asks as the lights dim showing the dulled down him had fallen asleep.

"upgrade time" harry smiles at that. the upgrades were going to be fun. so far they had made a few to be done once his body starts moving. while they are simple stuff like making his bones and muscles into metal and a metallic weave they still are cool. as his magic had put it he needs them so to lesson the pain his body will go through when he transforms into his robotic form. of course they will add stuff as needed to his human body so he does not rely upon just his transformations skills. but until they know whats going on they can only plan for it. at the moment if nothing made them change plans the base upgrades will be done at the end of first year and any hopefully small ones they find are needed by second years end. harry shudders wondering why he feels like he jinxed himself.

pov albus

albus smiles as he leaves the now properly sleeping harry potter. when the boy had woken up it was to no surprise that his eyes showed little intelligence, no one can spend a month in a coma and be ready for the world after just waking. after talking and explaining to him about magic he had cast a charm most parents learn to cast silently and wandlessly. the deep sleep charm is both useful and useless as it needs you to be touching the one its to be used on, a friendly pat on the boys shoulder solved that issue.

albus looks at the date on a calender and cringed. two months until classes started and he still had a lot of preparing needed to be done. mainly cleaning the pranks that somehow are still primed to go off, he swears some of them were from when James potter had personally filled the school full of pranks.

pov harry

harry lays on a bed looking at the endless void. "you know what, without the feeling of gravity this is not that comfy." he floats up as the bed fades away. harry looks around as if there was anything he had not memorized in the nine months he had been trapped in his mind. of course to everyone else it had been only three months but hey keeping count is helping him stay sane.

with a flicker of thought harry looks through his..."what did we call it again?" "dumber double" "oh right. thanks" harry looks through the eyes of his dumber double. right now he is on a train heading to hogwarts with a red headed boy who harry and his magic both say needs a book on social etiquette. who just goes up to someone and asks if they remember seeing his parents get murdered or to see the scar you got from a madman? of course being less intelligent his double did not think like that and just shrugged off the rude boys question and showed his scar. "i know that his intelligence took a heavy hit when he was made but did it have to be that bad?" harry and his magic had used the time since his body awoke to now to see what was different between the original and the copy. the findings were not good. as his mind was trapped in a limiter bind with only a small part of his intelligence and a few random parts of his personality can get through his outlook on the next few years did not look good. though he should be happy it was his dislike of bullies, his relaxed attitude and lack of fear to protect others that made up his doubles core personality. as it stands harry gave it till sixth year for when the bearded man will remove the bind. and then be strangled with said beard for putting said bind on in the first place.

with a flick of his wrist a sword appears. it is bland and has no defining features to it. with a look of concentration harry starts to change the sword to look like one he had seen in a book. after getting it to look mostly like it he looks up and sees it had taken him three real world hours to get it to that state. "darn still slow at it. well i am doing stuff masters of the mind take years to learn so i'll take what i can get" with that the sword fades and he makes a flower start to grow out of his hand. he had picked up the habit to making things with his mind as a way to pass time and to help him get a better focus on his mind. he had started with a ball and slowly adding colors to it. then he made flowers like he is doing now and his next task is to make a sword or just something of detailed shape and color to help him get better at larger constructs. he keeps up making flowers as its fun to mix the colors.

later

harry looks at the small pot of flowers he had just made, all just vaguely looked like flowers but some start changing as his mind focuses on adding details to them.

BANG.

harry jumps as something slams into and then off of the net that represents the bind keeping him trapped. with a glance at the now puddle that was once a nearly passable flower pot harry looks into his doubles memory and finds that it was something called a sorting hat that shook the bind. but it had just read what was passing through the bind and left calling out Gryffindor. "so that happened" before deciding on trying to make a rope that flexes.

ok this took longer then i thought to make. mainly as i needed to figure out how to do the sorting without messing up the plot. so i just threw that in to fix it. if you want to know what year harry leaves his mind i leave this hint. it is amazeing.

ps sorry if i repeated things. i tend to do that if i cant get the chapter done in a day or two but i do reword parts to hopefully fix it. if that bugs you i apologize. i dislike it as well. also harry being able to use his mind to make things does have more uses other than as a way to pass time.