Chapter 3 – The Madness of James Potter
The medical wing was just as Harry knew; 2 rows of bed surrounded by curtains and huge church style windows along one side. There was a faint smell in the air, not the TCP and disinfectant of a Muggle hospital but an almost spicy flavour – possibly the result of the masses of potions kept stored in large glass jars at one end of the wing. After settling the impostor – whoever he was – on the bed Sirius muttered something about "Kerfuffing Prof, gotta go, already in detention" or something similar and left, thus leaving Harry alone with the hijacker. "So, seeing you are now alone will you please talk to me? I'm getting a little scared here, I just drank a potion and ended up trapped inside this head and there's a 15-year- old version of my godfather running around. Can you shed any light onto this?" To his surprise the impostor spoke, probably because the fact he was in the hospital wing showed that he thought he was going crazy, he might as well do it in style. "Not a clue mate, I guess when I got hexed by that wench I hit my head and you're a delusion" Said the voice, cool as ice. "Ok, you think I'm a delusion, as you're going to no doubt dismiss this as being a product of your over-active imagination I might as well introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter and – like you - I'm hoping that this will pass in a few minutes and I'll wake up in my bed and it will all be a rather freaky dream" Harry spoke "Am I that egocentric that my delusions take the family name? I'm James Potter and I'm hoping the same." Came the reply Harry would have chocked if he had any bodily functions "Shit, that explains Sirius...erm...what year is it?" James, now seeming perfectly at ease with talking to himself replied "1977" Harry stayed in silence.
To the people in the hospital wing it was probably an amusing sight. James Potter – supposed Quidditch hero and sex god talking to himself, but for once he didn't care about his ego, he just wanted the voice in his head to shut up pronto. "Listen James, I can prove I am not a result of a bang on the head – well at least that I'm not a hallucination" Harry said, starting to sound desperate. He'd convinced his own father he'd gone mad.... so much for not fucking up time. "Just walk out of here and go to Dumbledore and tell him you know about The Order" "The what?" "The Order, just tell him, then say I'm stuck in your head" Reluctantly James started to leave the medical wing without seeing Pomfrey,. As much as he thought he was going crazy he thought he'd better act, just on the off chance this was what had actually happened. There was something about his delusion offering solid proof that started to establish doubt in his mind. How the hell was he supposed to know what kind of jinx Evans had put on him, she was the best in his year it really wouldn't have surprised him if she knew a mediation charm of some sort.
The medical wing was just as Harry knew; 2 rows of bed surrounded by curtains and huge church style windows along one side. There was a faint smell in the air, not the TCP and disinfectant of a Muggle hospital but an almost spicy flavour – possibly the result of the masses of potions kept stored in large glass jars at one end of the wing. After settling the impostor – whoever he was – on the bed Sirius muttered something about "Kerfuffing Prof, gotta go, already in detention" or something similar and left, thus leaving Harry alone with the hijacker. "So, seeing you are now alone will you please talk to me? I'm getting a little scared here, I just drank a potion and ended up trapped inside this head and there's a 15-year- old version of my godfather running around. Can you shed any light onto this?" To his surprise the impostor spoke, probably because the fact he was in the hospital wing showed that he thought he was going crazy, he might as well do it in style. "Not a clue mate, I guess when I got hexed by that wench I hit my head and you're a delusion" Said the voice, cool as ice. "Ok, you think I'm a delusion, as you're going to no doubt dismiss this as being a product of your over-active imagination I might as well introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter and – like you - I'm hoping that this will pass in a few minutes and I'll wake up in my bed and it will all be a rather freaky dream" Harry spoke "Am I that egocentric that my delusions take the family name? I'm James Potter and I'm hoping the same." Came the reply Harry would have chocked if he had any bodily functions "Shit, that explains Sirius...erm...what year is it?" James, now seeming perfectly at ease with talking to himself replied "1977" Harry stayed in silence.
To the people in the hospital wing it was probably an amusing sight. James Potter – supposed Quidditch hero and sex god talking to himself, but for once he didn't care about his ego, he just wanted the voice in his head to shut up pronto. "Listen James, I can prove I am not a result of a bang on the head – well at least that I'm not a hallucination" Harry said, starting to sound desperate. He'd convinced his own father he'd gone mad.... so much for not fucking up time. "Just walk out of here and go to Dumbledore and tell him you know about The Order" "The what?" "The Order, just tell him, then say I'm stuck in your head" Reluctantly James started to leave the medical wing without seeing Pomfrey,. As much as he thought he was going crazy he thought he'd better act, just on the off chance this was what had actually happened. There was something about his delusion offering solid proof that started to establish doubt in his mind. How the hell was he supposed to know what kind of jinx Evans had put on him, she was the best in his year it really wouldn't have surprised him if she knew a mediation charm of some sort.