When the elf had finally calmed down she began to examine me all over.
"Young Mater has hurt himself he has."
"I know that Winky you know how I get."
"You's be hearing them?"
"Yes Winky. I hear them."
"Who do you hear Barty?" asked Granger.
"Don't you hear them? They are quite loud."
"You hear voices," she concluded, looking extremely concerned.
"When you are locked inside yourself under the Imperius curse strange things happen."
Winky turned to look at Granger. "You's be kind Griffendoor? You's be healing young Master?"
"Yes, I will heal him. The first thing to take care of is that hair of his. It's a nightmare."
"Don't you touch my hair!"
"Master's being unreasonable! You's need to cut your hair!"
"No no no no no!" I shrieked, getting up and trying to make a break for it.
"Calm down Barty!" yelled Granger as she tried to stop me. Dodging her I was able to get all the way to the door before I felt a tug and everything went black again.
This time I was father glaring down at me. "N-no F-father. P-Please d-don't."
"You need to cut that mop of yours before we go. You will be a good boy and let the witch cut your hair. End of discussion."
"B-But father …"
"No buts Bartemius," Father growled, dragging the twelve year old me into the hairwitches shop.