Chosen
Chapter Seven
Harry was changing and he knew it. And he knew the changes were drastic. The wings were just the first step. But changes he didn't mind. Though it meant more people were meddling with his life, it also gave him a better chance to bring Voldemort down.
The looks he got though. The looks he saw his friends give him behind his back, or when they thought he was no longer awake. Shock and awe filled their features like they were seeing him for the first time. Like he was no longer human. Nothing more than a beautiful but powerful zoo exhibit.
Harry had fully recovered from his injuries a few days ago, and it was only a matter of days before St. Mungo's ran out of excuses to keep him there. They wanted to study him. An anomaly amongst the magical people, and they wanted to know everything about it. It didn't matter that he was a person. He became nothing more than an astounding specimen in their eyes.
The final straw was how everyone else treated him. The common people that he had never said a word to. They treated him like royalty. A nurse had bowed to him before giving him his lunch. He hadn't been called by his proper name in days. Instead he had heard people call him things he'd expect to hear from a House Elf. "Sir" and "Master Potter" were the two most common titles, though one person had actually called him "Your excellency."
Between the scientists, the doctors, his friends and people he didn't know, Harry was inspired to leave. With these things firmly in mind, Harry found himself picking the lock on his door at four in the morning.
A paper clip he discovered in the waste basket finally did the trick, and Harry slipped into the hallway.
Harry still had his wand and the other things he'd brought with him, but he'd watched the doctors ward his room personally. If he cast even the weakest of light spells, they would have noticed. Harry found his way to the doctor's changing room and rummaged through a few lockers to find something that would fit. His own clothes had been ruined thoroughly and he didn't want to leave wearing a hospital gown either.
The room had hundreds of sets of doctor's robes in it. Several were in a bin marked "dirty" while there was another bin full of neatly folded doctor's robes marked "clean."
Harry didn't want doctor's robes either. They were all in a distinct medical bluish green that he wasn't overly fond of, not to mention the suspicion it would arouse.
Harry opened a locker belonging to a "Dr Howard Spence." The man had lousy taste in clothes and he was about eight sizes bigger than Harry. Harry popped open three more lockers before coming to clothing that was close to his size that he liked. Navy blue pants that were just a few shades away from black, and an easily modifiable white button up shirt. Harry ripped open the back of the shirt so his wings could fit through. Harry made his way back to Dr. Spence's locker and nicked an over-sized black robe. The fabric dragged the ground, so Harry ripped it off in long thin strips until it reached a level that looked right. He used one strip as a sash and tossed the rest into a wastebasket. He didn't rip holes into the back of the robe for his wings. Instead, he folded them back as tightly but comfortably as he could so he did not arouse too much suspicion.
He pulled on the only hat he could find. It was the ugliest shade of brown he'd ever seen, but it covered his hair and scar nicely, so he kept it.
Harry left the hospital through the front door with no trouble from anyone. Harry stopped briefly outside the entrance but only to decide which way to go. He chose to go left, and wandered down the street in the early morning light. By dawn, Harry was in a fairly unpopular diner on the outskirts of London and hadn't used a trace of magic. His only goal was getting away long enough to understand the extent of his powers, and maybe make a few useful contacts while he was at it.
Perhaps he might make a visit to the ministry in the near future.
