Waking up the next morning, Harry smiled as the memories of yesterday
filled his mind. As he staggered to the shower, he could barely contain
the grin that refused to repress itself completely. He climbed out and got
dressed quickly, drying his hair that now was much longer, a little past
the bottom of his ear, brushed it until it was semi- tame, then his teeth
and in less then ten minutes, he hopped out of the bathroom, pulling on his
sock and looking for a pair of shoes.
When he found a pair of tan hiking boots he pulled them on and wriggled his toes happily, feeling the tops of his toes hit the hard material. He had forgotten what a luxury wearing shoes was. Sitting back on the bed, he waited for Dr. Johansson to enter the room. A mirror in the corner of the room attracted his attention and he quickly looked himself over.
The dark circles under his eyes had vanished, his hair was clean and brushed, his green tee shirt brought out the color of his eyes and fit him well, even though he must have lost ten pounds since entering the hospital. His pants were another story. They were hanging off his hips, despite the belt that was tightened around them as far as it could go. He vaguely thought of thanking Sirius for getting him this type of pants and thought with a smile about the conversation they had had only a month and a half ago.
"Sirius! Why can't I just get the baggier pants? Everyone else wears them." He pleaded in the middle of the store they were at.
"True but girls appreciate the tighter ones. Let me demonstrate." He carefully selected a pair of very tight jeans off the rack and went into a dressing room to change. Harry rolled his eyes and stalked over, waiting outside the door. Sirius emerged a minute later, wearing jeans so tight it was light he was sewn in them. Sauntering over to a woman he skillfully dropped a piece of paper and bent down to grab it.
To Harry's horror and amusement, the woman tilted her head to the side for a moment before turning around with a slight blush on her face. Harry had protested no more that afternoon.
Cleaning off his designer glasses that he had bought over the summer, he flung himself over the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before the familiar knock on his door drew his attention away from the ceiling tiles.
"Come in!"
"Hi Harry." Dr. Joe said as he pushed the door open completely. "Hey! You're all dressed." He smiled as he noticed Harry out of his hospital gown.
"Yeah, well, I went two weeks without pants I think I need to maintain some of my manly dignity." He commented lightly.
"And you're perky."
"Not helping my manly dignity."
Joe grinned back as reached into his lap coat's deep pocket and grabbed a small pill bottle. "Do you want your meds or not? I'll let you choose- might help your 'manly dignity'." He said, trying to muffle the chortle as the end.
"Thanks and no. I feel better today." The doctor nodded as he performed the spell once more. While he scrolled through the information, Harry broke the silence with a question. "Have you met the hospital aid named Andrea?"
His smile grew at the mention of her name. "Sure. She's been volunteering since the beginning of this summer. Not so much one for the TLC but she certainly can make you laugh. Plus she's a brilliant potions master. Works on the third floor a lot."
"She's my age right?" Harry asked as the doctor moved across the room and pulled up a chair that had been by Harry's bed the afternoon before.
"Yeah. Why the sudden interest in her? I think you fancy her." Joe said with an impish grin.
"Or maybe it's nice to talk with someone who doesn't make jokes at inconvenient times." Harry shot back as he rolled his eyes.
"Touché. So what's on your agenda today?"
"I think it's time I talk to everybody again. I'm pretty sure I've already done all the recommended reading for the next year. I'm getting kind of bored and now I'm all dressed up with nothing to see, and no one to do." Harry said quickly before widening his eyes at what he said, mimicking the doctor who was also doing the same and choking.
"What was that?" Joe asked evilly.
Protesting, Harry muttered, "I meant nothing to do, no one to see." At the doctor's amused expression he glared before grumbling "Pervert."
"Sorry. I almost forgot you're an innocent."
Exploding, Harry sat up on his bed, throwing his arms in the air. "What is it with everybody? I'm not an innocent!" After a moments pause, he added, "I think I need a date." He fell back on the bed breathless, trying hard to ignore Joe's laughing as he opened the door and leaned against its frame.
"So how do you want to do this? Should I send in only one or a couple people or do you want to meet them all outside or in here?"
"I think you should just send a few people in. First, can you send in Sirius?" As he requested it, his eyes lit up with alarm. "You do know that Sirius is innocent?"
"Of course." Fiddling with something on his robe, he unclasped a golden pin that had been hidden on his jacked. "I'm a member of the Order." Joe held up the pin so Harry could see it.
"What order?" Harry asked, not removing his eyes from the pin shaped into a phoenix.
"Order of the Phoenix. I assumed Dumbledore would tell you, but let me. It's a group of people fighting against Voldemort or other evil forces."
"How Star Wars." Harry said, failing to stop his grin.
"Yeah, I suppose. You know, your parents were members." Immediately, Harry's ears perked up as he listened to the doctor. "My parents knew them when they were in the Order. They died a little before your parents did. This is my dad's pin." He whispered sadly, as he looked at the pin held tightly in his hand.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered back. He briefly thought of the little information he knew of his own parents.
"So am I." He nodded his head solemnly. "But we're not the ones who should be sorry. Voldemort will get what's coming to him." His brown eyes were set with determination as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You'll defeat him, won't you?" Harry now felt years older than Joe as he watched the older man's expression change into one so full of longing and hope that needed to be affirmed by Harry.
After a few moments, Harry fought the lump down in his throat. "I'll certainly try." His voice whispered, but in his small voice was a hidden strength. The doctor perceived it and nodded his head as he made his way towards the door.
"I'll get Sirius." With that, he turned around and disappeared, closing the door behind him.
Harry stared dumbly at the door, his thoughts all focused on what the doctor had said.
"Voldemort will get what's coming to him."
"You'll defeat him, won't you?"
He had meant what he said. He would try as long as his strength and body held out. The battle was no longer personal. It was vengeance for people like Joe, Sirius, Ari, and Neville and all the lives destroyed. He felt strength rush into his very bones and he felt everything become clear. He would do it and he would succeed.
**********
Sirius had been sitting in the waiting room, an arm wrapped reassuringly around Ari as he glanced around at Ron and Hermione to see how well they were holding up. He didn't notice the doctor walk casually in the room scanning it for Sirius' dark head among the sea of red heads. Quickly the doctor spotted him and headed over in his direction. Sirius glanced up and smiled when he saw a proud smile over his face.
"Sirius. Harry's requested you." He replied shortly, as Joe stepped back to let Sirius get up.
"Just me?"
"Yes. Come with me please." He turned and retraced his steps. Sirius followed him quickly; ignoring the envious stares the others shot him.
As Joe opened the door, he gave a brief nod to Harry before pushing Sirius inside.
"Bye Joe!" Harry called. Joe sent a wave without turning around as he closed the door.
"Hi Harry." Sirius spoke quietly as he shuffled his feet.
"For goodness sake! I'm not going to bite. Pull up a chair." Harry exclaimed, fluffing up his pillow so he could lie back down.
'I wonder if he looked in the pensieve yet.' Harry vaguely thought as Sirius moved the chair next to the bed.
"So.how are you holding up?" Sirius started weakly as he wrung his hands.
"Better." Was the curt reply he received from Harry.
"Good. Good." They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Sirius spoke again. "I see you let us back in early enough."
"Well, I had time to think." Harry decided he wasn't going to make it any easier on his godfather. He knew he should forgive him, after all, it wasn't really his fault, but he had let him down that day.
"In one day?"
"It was a long day." The silence once again filled the room until Sirius, who at the time had his face resting on his hands, which were resting on his knees, slapped his hands down and stood up so fast the chair almost fell over.
It gained no reaction from Harry.
"Damn it, Harry! What is your problem? What have I done to anger you?" The older man yelled as he leaned slightly on the bed, eye level with Harry who was now gazing at him with such fury it hurt to look at him.
"I don't have a problem Sirius! Why don't you just shag your girlfriend and leave me the Hell ALONE!" By the end, Harry had broke out into an all out scream as he stood up on the bed towering over Sirius and radiating power.
Sirius's eyes shone with anger as he glared at Harry. "I don't know what your problem is but if you would quit being so selfish and start caring about your friends."
He never finished. Harry's eyes glowed an unnatural green as his rage rose.
"Selfish? And I do care about my friends-but right now you're not one of them so get out." He gritted through clenched teeth as the door flung open behind Sirius.
"No! I will n-" The word died on his lips as Harry's eyes took on a completely jade color as he raised a hand, palm facing Sirius. The next thing Sirius knew, he was laying crumpled on the floor outside Harry's room as everyone in the waiting room rushed to see what the noise was. Doctor Johansson and Dumbledore broke through the stream of people and rushed into Harry's room, wands held out and curses on their tongues.
"Oh my God." Sirius heard Dumbledore whisper. For a brief second he glanced at the still open door. His jaw dropped in shock and he was not unsure if it was not a hallucination. His godson hovered over the bed, energy crackling from his fingers in white blue shocks, winds surrounding him-whipping his hair back in forth along with everything else that was light enough to be swept away.
"Stupefy!" He was sure Dumbledore yelled. To his amazement, along with Sirius's and Joe's, the spell simple spun around with the wind before getting absorbed into Harry's fingers, causing the energy on the tips of them to grow brighter and crackle in anticipation.
"What the hell are you doing? You can't shoot spells at him! He's on a magic overload. You're making it worse!" Dr. Johansson cried as he pushed the Headmaster's wand down.
"Well, what should I do? Wait for him to start a tornado?" Dumbledore yelled as the winds howled, drowning out the concerned voices in the hall.
"No!" Reaching for a wand, he pointed it at his throat. "Sonorus! All available staff report to H. Potter's Room!" Within ten seconds, twelve men and women rushed into the room with such speed it had to be by magic. "Grab his arms and restrain him!" He ordered causing them all to fan out and cast a series of charms on the bed, making thick leather straps appear. Working quickly, a few men pushed Harry down on the bed, ignoring his thrashing and screaming. The others grabbed a leg or arm and securely fastened the belts. In a few seconds, Harry still struggled to move but now was only permitted a few inches. It didn't take long for him to exhaust himself and fall asleep on the mattress, sleeping as peacefully as if the ordeal had never happened.
Letting the room clear, Joe and Dumbledore stepped out exhausted, Dumbledore wiping his brow and Joe clutching the doorframe. Walking calmly out into the waiting room, Dumbledore waited while Mrs. Weasley and Ari healed the cuts and bruises on Sirius.
When Ron spotted Dumbledore, he angrily walked up to the old wizard, fist drawn together tightly.
"What the hell happened in there?" Ron's mother looked like she was about to reprimand him for his language but changed her mind when he continued. "One minute he wants to see us all again and the next, Sirius is on the floor and Hurricane Harry is in motion!" Hermione nodded her head in agreement.
"I believe Sirius knows that Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said in a tired voice. Everyone turned to Sirius, whose eyes widened. "What exactly happened in there Sirius?"
"Well, we had an argument." He started nervously.
"No shit. I figured you weren't just talking Quidditch scores." Ron declared angrily.
"Please refrain from the foul language and let him finish, Mr. Weasley." The headmaster calmly suggested.
"Anyway, we got into this fight and the next thing I know, I'm thrown across the room by something, not Harry because he hadn't moved."
"Are you sure?" It was Hermione's tiny voice that drew everyone's attention away from Sirius.
"Positive. He was standing on the bed and his eyes turned this dark green and he held out his hand and the next thing I know, I'm being friendly with the tile." Sirius responded as he stood up and paced around the waiting room.
"What if it was telekinesis?" At Ron's blank look, Hermione sighed before adding, "You know, moving objects with your mind? Honestly, you call yourself a wizard."
"Telekinesis really isn't that common among wizards, Hermione." Mr. Weasley added as he forced his youngest son into a chair.
"But it's possible, right? It makes sense because I read all about it." Ron snorted at this but a quick glare from Hermione silenced him. "If a wizard is feel strong emotions like fear, hate, or anger it can create a temporary use of being telekinetic. Who knows what he's capable of?"
"But that's just like accidental magic. Those same emotions apply then too." Fred declared suddenly.
"Yeah, how do we know it wasn't just some form of a levitating charm? It isn't like accidental magic is unfamiliar to Harry." George reasoned, siding with his twin.
"He must have been really angry to let it happen." Ron said, "Look at the time with his Aunt."
"But when he set that boa constrictor on Dudley he was upset but not to the extremes." Hermione pointed out, earning a grateful smile from Sirius.
"All good points." Dumbledore broke in, "Dr. Johansson, what do you have to say in the matter?"
Still glaring at Dumbledore for using the curse on Harry, he strode forward and stood closer to the group.
"So far with everything taken into consideration after he arrived, my own guess is wand-less magic. Accidental magic is hard to direct with out a wand and most cases it is without a clear intent and telekinesis has too many factors, such as why it's starting, when did it start, and has he used it before. I think our answers all lie in that." He pointed to the pensieve that was hidden under a chair. "Did he ask you any questions or command you to do something before you were thrown out?" He asked to Sirius.
"He said get out or something of that sort." He mumbled feebly.
"See? It seemed like wand-less magic. It had a clear intent and we all know Harry is certainly powerful enough to use it."
"Look, we're not getting anywhere by just surmising about this." Hermione stated, hands on her hips and her eyes hard, declaring she was ready for action. "We have all the answers in that pensieve. Why am I the only one thinking of finding them out through it?"
"Maybe we should wait until he wakes up." Ginny started hesitantly.
"No! This might be the only way to help Harry and I'll be damned if I'm just going to sit here while he is suffering with something he can't control just a few feet away from me. If I can help him, I'm going to do everything I can." Her eyes shone with just a sliver of fear that was quickly placed with determination as she pulled out her wand and poked the surface or the pensieve. In a moment, she was drawn into the swirling mist.
Rushing forward Ron tapped his wand to the surface and was swallowed into the basin just like Hermione. Ari, Sirius, Dumbledore and Arthur followed him into the mist while the rest of the room watched with anticipation. *********
Okay-another chapter is finished. Draco will enter in a couple of chapters, maybe two or three. Please review!!!! That's about all I have to say on this chapter. Thanks for reading.
When he found a pair of tan hiking boots he pulled them on and wriggled his toes happily, feeling the tops of his toes hit the hard material. He had forgotten what a luxury wearing shoes was. Sitting back on the bed, he waited for Dr. Johansson to enter the room. A mirror in the corner of the room attracted his attention and he quickly looked himself over.
The dark circles under his eyes had vanished, his hair was clean and brushed, his green tee shirt brought out the color of his eyes and fit him well, even though he must have lost ten pounds since entering the hospital. His pants were another story. They were hanging off his hips, despite the belt that was tightened around them as far as it could go. He vaguely thought of thanking Sirius for getting him this type of pants and thought with a smile about the conversation they had had only a month and a half ago.
"Sirius! Why can't I just get the baggier pants? Everyone else wears them." He pleaded in the middle of the store they were at.
"True but girls appreciate the tighter ones. Let me demonstrate." He carefully selected a pair of very tight jeans off the rack and went into a dressing room to change. Harry rolled his eyes and stalked over, waiting outside the door. Sirius emerged a minute later, wearing jeans so tight it was light he was sewn in them. Sauntering over to a woman he skillfully dropped a piece of paper and bent down to grab it.
To Harry's horror and amusement, the woman tilted her head to the side for a moment before turning around with a slight blush on her face. Harry had protested no more that afternoon.
Cleaning off his designer glasses that he had bought over the summer, he flung himself over the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before the familiar knock on his door drew his attention away from the ceiling tiles.
"Come in!"
"Hi Harry." Dr. Joe said as he pushed the door open completely. "Hey! You're all dressed." He smiled as he noticed Harry out of his hospital gown.
"Yeah, well, I went two weeks without pants I think I need to maintain some of my manly dignity." He commented lightly.
"And you're perky."
"Not helping my manly dignity."
Joe grinned back as reached into his lap coat's deep pocket and grabbed a small pill bottle. "Do you want your meds or not? I'll let you choose- might help your 'manly dignity'." He said, trying to muffle the chortle as the end.
"Thanks and no. I feel better today." The doctor nodded as he performed the spell once more. While he scrolled through the information, Harry broke the silence with a question. "Have you met the hospital aid named Andrea?"
His smile grew at the mention of her name. "Sure. She's been volunteering since the beginning of this summer. Not so much one for the TLC but she certainly can make you laugh. Plus she's a brilliant potions master. Works on the third floor a lot."
"She's my age right?" Harry asked as the doctor moved across the room and pulled up a chair that had been by Harry's bed the afternoon before.
"Yeah. Why the sudden interest in her? I think you fancy her." Joe said with an impish grin.
"Or maybe it's nice to talk with someone who doesn't make jokes at inconvenient times." Harry shot back as he rolled his eyes.
"Touché. So what's on your agenda today?"
"I think it's time I talk to everybody again. I'm pretty sure I've already done all the recommended reading for the next year. I'm getting kind of bored and now I'm all dressed up with nothing to see, and no one to do." Harry said quickly before widening his eyes at what he said, mimicking the doctor who was also doing the same and choking.
"What was that?" Joe asked evilly.
Protesting, Harry muttered, "I meant nothing to do, no one to see." At the doctor's amused expression he glared before grumbling "Pervert."
"Sorry. I almost forgot you're an innocent."
Exploding, Harry sat up on his bed, throwing his arms in the air. "What is it with everybody? I'm not an innocent!" After a moments pause, he added, "I think I need a date." He fell back on the bed breathless, trying hard to ignore Joe's laughing as he opened the door and leaned against its frame.
"So how do you want to do this? Should I send in only one or a couple people or do you want to meet them all outside or in here?"
"I think you should just send a few people in. First, can you send in Sirius?" As he requested it, his eyes lit up with alarm. "You do know that Sirius is innocent?"
"Of course." Fiddling with something on his robe, he unclasped a golden pin that had been hidden on his jacked. "I'm a member of the Order." Joe held up the pin so Harry could see it.
"What order?" Harry asked, not removing his eyes from the pin shaped into a phoenix.
"Order of the Phoenix. I assumed Dumbledore would tell you, but let me. It's a group of people fighting against Voldemort or other evil forces."
"How Star Wars." Harry said, failing to stop his grin.
"Yeah, I suppose. You know, your parents were members." Immediately, Harry's ears perked up as he listened to the doctor. "My parents knew them when they were in the Order. They died a little before your parents did. This is my dad's pin." He whispered sadly, as he looked at the pin held tightly in his hand.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered back. He briefly thought of the little information he knew of his own parents.
"So am I." He nodded his head solemnly. "But we're not the ones who should be sorry. Voldemort will get what's coming to him." His brown eyes were set with determination as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You'll defeat him, won't you?" Harry now felt years older than Joe as he watched the older man's expression change into one so full of longing and hope that needed to be affirmed by Harry.
After a few moments, Harry fought the lump down in his throat. "I'll certainly try." His voice whispered, but in his small voice was a hidden strength. The doctor perceived it and nodded his head as he made his way towards the door.
"I'll get Sirius." With that, he turned around and disappeared, closing the door behind him.
Harry stared dumbly at the door, his thoughts all focused on what the doctor had said.
"Voldemort will get what's coming to him."
"You'll defeat him, won't you?"
He had meant what he said. He would try as long as his strength and body held out. The battle was no longer personal. It was vengeance for people like Joe, Sirius, Ari, and Neville and all the lives destroyed. He felt strength rush into his very bones and he felt everything become clear. He would do it and he would succeed.
**********
Sirius had been sitting in the waiting room, an arm wrapped reassuringly around Ari as he glanced around at Ron and Hermione to see how well they were holding up. He didn't notice the doctor walk casually in the room scanning it for Sirius' dark head among the sea of red heads. Quickly the doctor spotted him and headed over in his direction. Sirius glanced up and smiled when he saw a proud smile over his face.
"Sirius. Harry's requested you." He replied shortly, as Joe stepped back to let Sirius get up.
"Just me?"
"Yes. Come with me please." He turned and retraced his steps. Sirius followed him quickly; ignoring the envious stares the others shot him.
As Joe opened the door, he gave a brief nod to Harry before pushing Sirius inside.
"Bye Joe!" Harry called. Joe sent a wave without turning around as he closed the door.
"Hi Harry." Sirius spoke quietly as he shuffled his feet.
"For goodness sake! I'm not going to bite. Pull up a chair." Harry exclaimed, fluffing up his pillow so he could lie back down.
'I wonder if he looked in the pensieve yet.' Harry vaguely thought as Sirius moved the chair next to the bed.
"So.how are you holding up?" Sirius started weakly as he wrung his hands.
"Better." Was the curt reply he received from Harry.
"Good. Good." They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Sirius spoke again. "I see you let us back in early enough."
"Well, I had time to think." Harry decided he wasn't going to make it any easier on his godfather. He knew he should forgive him, after all, it wasn't really his fault, but he had let him down that day.
"In one day?"
"It was a long day." The silence once again filled the room until Sirius, who at the time had his face resting on his hands, which were resting on his knees, slapped his hands down and stood up so fast the chair almost fell over.
It gained no reaction from Harry.
"Damn it, Harry! What is your problem? What have I done to anger you?" The older man yelled as he leaned slightly on the bed, eye level with Harry who was now gazing at him with such fury it hurt to look at him.
"I don't have a problem Sirius! Why don't you just shag your girlfriend and leave me the Hell ALONE!" By the end, Harry had broke out into an all out scream as he stood up on the bed towering over Sirius and radiating power.
Sirius's eyes shone with anger as he glared at Harry. "I don't know what your problem is but if you would quit being so selfish and start caring about your friends."
He never finished. Harry's eyes glowed an unnatural green as his rage rose.
"Selfish? And I do care about my friends-but right now you're not one of them so get out." He gritted through clenched teeth as the door flung open behind Sirius.
"No! I will n-" The word died on his lips as Harry's eyes took on a completely jade color as he raised a hand, palm facing Sirius. The next thing Sirius knew, he was laying crumpled on the floor outside Harry's room as everyone in the waiting room rushed to see what the noise was. Doctor Johansson and Dumbledore broke through the stream of people and rushed into Harry's room, wands held out and curses on their tongues.
"Oh my God." Sirius heard Dumbledore whisper. For a brief second he glanced at the still open door. His jaw dropped in shock and he was not unsure if it was not a hallucination. His godson hovered over the bed, energy crackling from his fingers in white blue shocks, winds surrounding him-whipping his hair back in forth along with everything else that was light enough to be swept away.
"Stupefy!" He was sure Dumbledore yelled. To his amazement, along with Sirius's and Joe's, the spell simple spun around with the wind before getting absorbed into Harry's fingers, causing the energy on the tips of them to grow brighter and crackle in anticipation.
"What the hell are you doing? You can't shoot spells at him! He's on a magic overload. You're making it worse!" Dr. Johansson cried as he pushed the Headmaster's wand down.
"Well, what should I do? Wait for him to start a tornado?" Dumbledore yelled as the winds howled, drowning out the concerned voices in the hall.
"No!" Reaching for a wand, he pointed it at his throat. "Sonorus! All available staff report to H. Potter's Room!" Within ten seconds, twelve men and women rushed into the room with such speed it had to be by magic. "Grab his arms and restrain him!" He ordered causing them all to fan out and cast a series of charms on the bed, making thick leather straps appear. Working quickly, a few men pushed Harry down on the bed, ignoring his thrashing and screaming. The others grabbed a leg or arm and securely fastened the belts. In a few seconds, Harry still struggled to move but now was only permitted a few inches. It didn't take long for him to exhaust himself and fall asleep on the mattress, sleeping as peacefully as if the ordeal had never happened.
Letting the room clear, Joe and Dumbledore stepped out exhausted, Dumbledore wiping his brow and Joe clutching the doorframe. Walking calmly out into the waiting room, Dumbledore waited while Mrs. Weasley and Ari healed the cuts and bruises on Sirius.
When Ron spotted Dumbledore, he angrily walked up to the old wizard, fist drawn together tightly.
"What the hell happened in there?" Ron's mother looked like she was about to reprimand him for his language but changed her mind when he continued. "One minute he wants to see us all again and the next, Sirius is on the floor and Hurricane Harry is in motion!" Hermione nodded her head in agreement.
"I believe Sirius knows that Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said in a tired voice. Everyone turned to Sirius, whose eyes widened. "What exactly happened in there Sirius?"
"Well, we had an argument." He started nervously.
"No shit. I figured you weren't just talking Quidditch scores." Ron declared angrily.
"Please refrain from the foul language and let him finish, Mr. Weasley." The headmaster calmly suggested.
"Anyway, we got into this fight and the next thing I know, I'm thrown across the room by something, not Harry because he hadn't moved."
"Are you sure?" It was Hermione's tiny voice that drew everyone's attention away from Sirius.
"Positive. He was standing on the bed and his eyes turned this dark green and he held out his hand and the next thing I know, I'm being friendly with the tile." Sirius responded as he stood up and paced around the waiting room.
"What if it was telekinesis?" At Ron's blank look, Hermione sighed before adding, "You know, moving objects with your mind? Honestly, you call yourself a wizard."
"Telekinesis really isn't that common among wizards, Hermione." Mr. Weasley added as he forced his youngest son into a chair.
"But it's possible, right? It makes sense because I read all about it." Ron snorted at this but a quick glare from Hermione silenced him. "If a wizard is feel strong emotions like fear, hate, or anger it can create a temporary use of being telekinetic. Who knows what he's capable of?"
"But that's just like accidental magic. Those same emotions apply then too." Fred declared suddenly.
"Yeah, how do we know it wasn't just some form of a levitating charm? It isn't like accidental magic is unfamiliar to Harry." George reasoned, siding with his twin.
"He must have been really angry to let it happen." Ron said, "Look at the time with his Aunt."
"But when he set that boa constrictor on Dudley he was upset but not to the extremes." Hermione pointed out, earning a grateful smile from Sirius.
"All good points." Dumbledore broke in, "Dr. Johansson, what do you have to say in the matter?"
Still glaring at Dumbledore for using the curse on Harry, he strode forward and stood closer to the group.
"So far with everything taken into consideration after he arrived, my own guess is wand-less magic. Accidental magic is hard to direct with out a wand and most cases it is without a clear intent and telekinesis has too many factors, such as why it's starting, when did it start, and has he used it before. I think our answers all lie in that." He pointed to the pensieve that was hidden under a chair. "Did he ask you any questions or command you to do something before you were thrown out?" He asked to Sirius.
"He said get out or something of that sort." He mumbled feebly.
"See? It seemed like wand-less magic. It had a clear intent and we all know Harry is certainly powerful enough to use it."
"Look, we're not getting anywhere by just surmising about this." Hermione stated, hands on her hips and her eyes hard, declaring she was ready for action. "We have all the answers in that pensieve. Why am I the only one thinking of finding them out through it?"
"Maybe we should wait until he wakes up." Ginny started hesitantly.
"No! This might be the only way to help Harry and I'll be damned if I'm just going to sit here while he is suffering with something he can't control just a few feet away from me. If I can help him, I'm going to do everything I can." Her eyes shone with just a sliver of fear that was quickly placed with determination as she pulled out her wand and poked the surface or the pensieve. In a moment, she was drawn into the swirling mist.
Rushing forward Ron tapped his wand to the surface and was swallowed into the basin just like Hermione. Ari, Sirius, Dumbledore and Arthur followed him into the mist while the rest of the room watched with anticipation. *********
Okay-another chapter is finished. Draco will enter in a couple of chapters, maybe two or three. Please review!!!! That's about all I have to say on this chapter. Thanks for reading.