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Chapter Four
"I've never seen anything like it, Mrs. Weasley. Someone did an expert healing job on these two students, because there isn't so much as a scratch on them." a voice said.
"Miss. Granger says she remembers feeling something in her leg snap as she landed, but there is no evidence of her ever breaking a bone." a second voice added.
"I saw them both fall off their brooms from around thirty feet. Are you saying that there is nothing wrong with them, other than getting knocked out for a few hours?" Mrs. Weasley inquired. Her voice had a slight edge to it, as if she knew there was something they had neglected to tell her.
"Mrs. Weasley, allow me to explain. Whenever a bone is mended by Muggle, or magical means, it leaves behind a mark. Residue you could say. No amount of healing magic has ever removed that slight microscopic marking from any bone. Ever. Now Miss. Granger says she broke her arm when she was nine years old, and that she broke her leg earlier this afternoon. There is no evidence of either on her Magiscan. It's as if someone had removed her old bone and replaced it with a new one. The bone is absolutely flawless. Both her leg and her arm. Even the rest of the bones in her body do not measure up to the pristine quality of those. It is truly remarkable." The first voice explained.
"And Mister Potter had the bones of his right arm re-grown a few ears back as well. By all rights it should look like a piece of crackle glass in the Magiscan. Have you ever seen what a Magiscan readout looks like Mrs. Weasley?" The second voice asked.
"Of course. I went through some Healer training after Hogwarts before I got pregnant with Bill." Mrs. Weasley replied.
"So you know that bones have an off-white… sort of a beige color on a readout correct?" The second voice continued.
"Yes… What is the meaning of this?" she inquired.
"Mister Potter's bones are not like that. They are… something out of the ordinary. Let me show you his Magiscan readout." The second voice finished. There was the sound of a murmured incantation. A rustle of papers until what sounded like a thin sheet of plastic whistling through the air.
Mrs. Weasley let out a startled gasp. "I've never seen… Merlin's beard they're hard to look at. It's like they're made of burning magnesium. What could've caused this?"
"Mrs. Weasley… We've never seen anything like it either. We haven't the foggiest idea what this means, but we have reached a consensus." The first voice answered.
"What's that?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"It is unanimous amongst the staff that Harry Potter performed the healing. It is also unanimous that he truly is a one of a kind child. We are sure that the our hopes… and the hopes of the Wizarding world rest in capable hands. Having examined him, I believe that we have more than a chance of winning this war. We have a probability. Take good care of him Molly."
"Thank you." she managed. The door opened and shut as the pair of Medi-wizards left.
Harry had woken up sometime in the middle of their verbal exchange but the words had meant little more than gibberish to him. His head was foggy. They must've given him an immensely powerful sleep potion. Harry sat up and went into a coughing fit. His brain was mostly clear.
"What in the world did they give me?" Harry asked. "It made me tired as anything."
Mrs. Weasley gave a startled squeak. "What are you doing awake so quickly? They just gave you a dreamless sleep potion an hour ago."
"No wonder." Harry said in a dreamy voice. His head was clearing rapidly. "I must've built up an immunity to Dreamless sleep potions from the ones I took for nightmares awhile back."
"Yeah…" Mrs. Weasley nodded blankly.
"Are my clothes around?" Harry asked, climbing to his feet. It took a lot less effort than he'd suspected. "Hospitals smell funny, and I'd like to leave pretty soon."
"Folded on the side table. I'll go and get the others. They'll be happy to know you're awake." Mrs. Weasley announced turning for the door when she realized that Harry was about to start changing out of his hospital gown.
She turned back because she wanted to say something more She let out a startled squeak. "Harry…. Your back…. I'll get one of the Medi-Wizards. Don't move!"
Molly rushed from the room before he could respond and returned less than thirty seconds later with three healers. Each one seemed just as startled as Mrs. Weasley was.
"Hey, what's going on?" Harry asked.
"Mister Potter. Please lay down on your stomach. And take this." One Medi-witch commanded.
"Who died and gave you the authority to tell me what to do. Tell me what is going on." Harry snapped. All three healers took a subconscious half-step backwards as Harry's eyes flashed menacingly. One healer later swore that the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. Another mentioned his eyes and how they changed color for a moment.
"Mister Potter… " The male healer responded. "There is a pair of abnormal bone growths puncturing the skin in your back. By all rights you should be in agony at the moment.
"Thank you for explaining." Harry said, giving the staff a smile. Harry downed the potion with a single gulp and went straight to sleep.
