AN: Now, a little about myself, i don't 'really' plan my writing, its more of a 'stream of Conciousness' form of writing, i have an idea, and i run with it regardless of where it takes me with a few alterations here and there afterwards.
Harry spent a full 20 minutes going over the steps that Madam Pomphrey had outlined, verbally and a few minutes later when Poppy had gotten annoyed at repeating herself too much written them down, before Harry found another problem.
"Madam Pomphrey?" he called out, moments later the medi-witch returned to his bedside.
"Yes Mr Potter what is it this time, surely you cannot be having so much trouble with such simple instruction?" she asked, hands on her hips. There was a slight breeze making sheets flutter for a moment as Harry calmed himself, that body language never bode well for him in the past.
"It's not the instructions, they are simple enough to follow, it's while I'm doing them that I feel something off with what I find there, it's like an almost headache, like when I was around Quirrell last year when he had Tom sticking out of his head." Harry explained.
"You've said that name a few times Mr Potter, who is Tom?" she asked him curiously, her arms going back to neutral from her hips upon noticing how his magic reacted to her just then.
"In the chamber of Secrets I was told from his own mouth, that Voldemort," he paused a moment for Pomphrey to shudder. "Was originally named Tom Marvolo Riddle, he used flame writing to show me how he made up 'I am Lord Voldemort' by rearranging the letters of his name, saying something like not keeping his muggle fathers name." Harry explained, Poppy's hand went to her mouth in shock, this information threw her for a loop, Voldemort from what she had just been told, was a half-blood!
"And I feel the aches in my head around my scar like I did last year when I found out Quirrel had Tom sticking out of the back of his head, it's why he wore the turban to cover it up, I feel the aches when I do the steps you outlined." Harry added on. Pomphrey was beside him again, her wand going through a myriad of motions.
"I wish you would have told me this last year Mr Potter, I could have done something a lot sooner…" she said as she performed a few scans. Moments later when she received the results of the scans her brow creased in confusion.
"What's happened?" Harry asked, a little worried at her expression, the breeze starting up again as a few wisps of air at his discomfort.
"Well my reedings indicate that…well that you are currently possessed, specifically your iconic disfigurement has returned results close to a possession." She answered, mindful of Harry's magic.
"You said close to, so not a real one?" Harry enquired.
"Understand Mr Potter, I am not a mind healer, this is not something that I was trained to remedy, only identify." She explained making Harry's face drop, the wind picked up a fraction, the temperature going several degrees colder.
"Oh…"
"But worry not Mr Potter, whilst I myself cannot assist in aiding you with this, I have colleagues within St Mungo's Hospital that can, though my scans indicate that this has been present since the attack on your family 11 years prior, I'm surprised that it was not picked up on by the healer that saw to you." She explained clearing Harry of his forlorn expression, the cool wind born from his active magic dying down.
"As far as I know of that night, from what Hagrid told me he got me from my parent's wrecked house from a man named Sirius Black who gave him the motorcycle that he used to take me to my aunt's house in the middle of the night, I don't remember hearing anything about a healer at all." Harry revealed to the matron. Poppy's eyes widened at his words.
"Hagrid took you!? No healer?! Sirius Black?! Mr Potter what I'm hearing is criminal. Are you certain?" Poppy probed making Harry uneasy, wisps of wind starting again.
"As far as I'm aware… the only ones that could say for sure would be Hagrid or Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid told me Dumbledore was at my aunt's house when he got there on the flying bike." Harry added making Poppy's eyes shrink to pinpricks.
"Why the devil would Sirius Black give you to Hagrid?! None of this makes any sense." She cried in outrage making Harry cringe at the outburst born from years of learned habit under the Dursley's roof, a movement that Madam Pomphrey had immediately caught. The winds dropped arctic in temperature in a heartbeat.
'Please no…' she mentally begged as she waved her wand over Harry again, a different set of scans working their way all over Harry's body, Harry looking at her in confusion, growing into worry as her face lost colour and her face reflecting horror of what she was reading, her eyes beginning to water after a few moments.
"Madam Pomphrey?" he asked worried, whatever she had seen must not have been good, a seed of dread sprouting in the pit of his gut. He was totally blind sighted when Madam Pomphrey suddenly cast something that glowed a brilliant white that fled the Hospital Wing almost immediately after it appeared. The wind steadily growing in force.
"Mr Potter I'm sorry, I've had to make a call for some extra help, this is far beyond what I am able to heal, rest assured however that the people coming are completely able to do what I cannot, you will be alright, go over the steps again the best you are able." She said confidently with a glint of steel in her eye making Harry uneasy, what was it that she had found out? Nonetheless Harry started doing the steps as she instructed him.
The doors to the Hospital Wing flew open, a frazzled Headmaster entering the ward at a surprising pace making the wind that had almost disappear grow into a light gust.
'Was that who she had called for?' Harry thought.
"Harry my boy, your awake! Poppy I thought I instructed you to inform me immediately when Harry awoke." He said admonishingly. Poppy's eyes thinned, her mouth pursing into a thin line, an expression that Harry had seen on his aunt Petunia's face around him all too often.
'I guess not.' Harry supposed, redoing the calming steps to calm his magic.
"Headmaster," she addressed, her voice clipped. "I was going to, unfortunately unforeseen circumstances have come up that have prevented my doing so."
"What kind of circumstances Poppy?" the elderly man inquired gently, his mind immediately thinking it as something to do with the winds that he had just felt which had abruptly disappeared.
"That's under patient patron confidentiality, headmaster, I cannot tell you." Madam Pomphrey answered primly.
"Ah but my dear Poppy, I am the boy's magical guardian; anything you have found out you may tell me about." Dumbledore revealed. Madam Pomphrey's face turned thunderous.
"Then I will do all in my power to see you removed from that position, what this young man has been put through is horrendous! If you are his magical guardian then you are the one ultimately responsible for what has happened!" she all but shouted. Harry's magic flared, a burst of cool wind flowing from him drawing both adults eyes to him.
Harry saw Dumbledore's face sprout a frown, his eyes turning to lock onto Harry's own before Harry felt something, similar to how his scar felt when he was around Quirell but different at the same time, the feeling making Harry flinch violently, the force of the now arctic wind rising sharply. Madam Pomphrey saw it immediately.
"Albus Dumbledore! Who do you think you are!?" she shrieked at him realizing what the old man had just done before turning to calm Harry down, the winds temperature and force dying down after a few moments.
'She channels Mrs Weasley very well.' Harry thought absently as he was comforted by Madam Pomphrey.
"Madam Pomphrey!" a slew of people flooded the Hospital Wing, some in white robes, some in red, a few in green coming in behind Dumbledore. "We came as soon as we could, what's the emergency?"
"I have a patient that has been systematically abused his entire life." Madam Pomphrey answered, Harry's eyes widening in shock, his magic spiking slightly making all adults on edge at the increased pressure in the hospital ward.
"Who is it Madam Pomphrey?" one of the red robed men asked the medi-witch, weary of what he was feeling right now.
"Harry James Potter, ultimately by the hand of Albus Dumbledore, who just performed legilimency on a minor right in in front of me." She answered waspishly.
Dead silence descended on the Hospital Wing as the Hospital Wing was flooded with the sound of thunder, eyes turning to Harry, whose body was coated with crackling electricity to match his stormy expression that was directed at the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
He was PISSED.
AN: it may seem as though I've gone all Elsa from Frozen for a bit, I assure you it is all accidental.
That said, what are your thoughts on where this is headed? Or what should happen next?
Suggestions are appreciated, it stimulates my imagination
