A Hero's cry
Thank you jessica for editing this you rock girl!!
Chapter 5
Harry stayed unconscious for three days; they didn't know what was wrong with him. They didn't understand he had magical exhaustion, but they did understand that the girl had nearly killed him. Not that they blamed her, far from it they knew Harry would go nuts if they did. No they didn't blame her but they were really worried about Harry, but his life reserves were doing fine as well as nothing really being wrong with him.
"Harry are you alright?" asked a concerned voice as he woke up.
"Jean?" groaned Harry curiously.
"Yes Harry, are you ok?" she said repeatedly.
"Fine, just feel really knackered like I've not slept in weeks, and my magic feels different, what happened?" asked Harry looking quite worried. Mostly because he was scared he had done something to someone.
"If you can get up we will go to Charles office, discuss it there, Rouge will be there too" said Jean.
"Rouge?" asked Harry confused.
"The girl's name, the one you rescued" said Jean shaking her head; she kept forgetting that he had been asleep.
"Oh, help me then, I should be fine in a few minutes" said Harry getting up once again of the hospital wing bed. They were very uncomfortable, and wished he could make them more comfy but for some reason, no one seemed to want too.
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"Ah Harry you are here good, Harry this is Rouge, Rouge this is Harry" said Charles as he sat at his desk.
"You really need to learn to control your powers otherwise you will hurt someone. It's a very unusual gift you have you know" said Harry softly.
"Ah Harry, no one can control powers such as Rouge has, I am afraid" said Charles softly sadness in his eyes.
"Yes it can, just like everyone else's powers, you said the same about the girl that creates shockwaves, now look at her, she can clap her hands without shockwaves coming out" said Harry looking determined.
"This is a completely different thing Harry" said Charles knowing Harry would not understand until he tried it for himself.
"No its not, everyone can control their powers, there is no such thing as not being able to control your power. Unless you are too powerful for your body to handle, but she is meant to have this power, and she has an amazing gift if she harnesses it. She would be able to take someone else's gift without harming them and use it as her own temporary. Not only that but she freed some of my mutant abilities; if I can teach her to control it then she may be able to help me. She is above class three! And I will see her harness and control that magic" said Harry determined.
"I see" said Charles curiously.
"You can sense mutants and their abilities?" asked Charles looking exited.
"Yes, I'm not the only one, I know of another person but she is only class two" said Harry softly.
"Who?" asked Jean curiously.
"Don't know; I just know I sense every mutant and their abilities, not only that but I can feel wizards and witches when they come close enough. I've only ever seen two but anyway I can now put more concentration onto my mutant abilities, they are more or less nearly unlocked" said Harry.
"Very well Harry but I must ask you not to touch unless one of the teachers are present this you must promise me" said Charles.
"You think I would do something so stupid?" asked Harry looking hurt.
"No Harry, he is just worried about you just like I am, I would have made you promise if Charles hadn't" said Jean softly scuffing Harry's hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry" said Harry sheepishly.
"Are all student and teachers like this?" asked Rouge.
"We are close yes, but not as close as this, the reason for that is because Harry has been here since he was a child. I'm afraid the rest is up to Harry if he wants to tell you why he was here. Harry is almost like a son to us both, Jean and I" said Charles.
Harry just blushed before finding the floor very interesting.
"Oh, where is Logan?" asked Rouge curiously.
"Logan will be here with us in a minute" said Charles.
Logan came in looking around curiously; Harry had backed behind Jane looking quite scared. Logan raised an eye brow at the behavior; he didn't think he looked that scary.
"What's wrong kid?" asked Logan curiously.
"Claws" was all Harry said, he could almost feel the very metal running though Logan's veins.
"You mean these?" Asked Logan as the metal claws made an appearance.
"Does it hurt?" asked Harry coming back out.
"Every damn time" said the man.
"You better be thankful you have healing abilities otherwise you would have been gone along time ago. You lost your memory as well didn't you? You can't remember who you are." said Harry.
"Yes" said Logan impressed that a little boy knew so much about him by looking.
"Your parents loved you, you never seemed to get hurt, and you never came to the Professor's school because you didn't have an ability that could be trained. Your dad became a drunk, always hitting you and your mum, he noticed when he hit you, and you healed. Only then did he stop beating your mum and took it all out on you, your mum didn't know, she never knew, she died thinking your father would look after you. When you turned sixteen you left, a bad man then turned you into a monster, using a metal through out your entire body giving you claws. Since then you have wandered from town to town in an empty carriage trying to fit in, and be yourself" said Harry.
"How do you know all this kid?" asked Logan looking in pain.
"Harry you cannot tell him anymore, he needs to remember on his own, I believe Harry has accidentally gone down to your mind, almost at your unconsciousness to get the memories. I'm sure you dream every night, but they are most probably memories, memories that your conscious mind has forgotten" said Charles softly.
"How did he get there in the first place!!" said Logan, he didn't know any mutants could have that kind of power.
"I'm sorry I wont do it again, I have many abilities, I'm also a wizard," said Harry.
"Wizard? As in magical wand waving story book wizards?" scoffed Logan, remembering reading them when he was a child.
Harry used his hand and levitated Logan from the floor, before using a spell on him, changing his hair color to Black.
"Now I believe you, good going kid not bad" said Logan actually liking the color his hair was.
"How come you are allowing me to go here? Aren't I a danger to the other students?" Asked Rouge who had stayed silent listening to them.
"No, as long as you touch no one and wear gloves or anything to avoid contact with everyone everything will go fine" said Charles smiling happily at her.
"I will show you your room, if you follow me" said Jean.
"Hey Jean" said Cyclops softly.
Harry glared at the man, he didn't like the fact that Cyclops was always after Jean, and she was his mum. She didn't have time for boys, plus Cyclops was not right for his mum, his mum deserved someone better, more special.
"Harry stop that!" said Jean seeing what Harry was doing.
"Keep doing it kid" said Logan smirking; he didn't like Cyclops much, seeing him faltering under the glare of a child made his day.
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Later that night Harry was asleep in bed, he groaned in his sleep, tossing and turning. He was obviously having a bad nightmare, he had his own room now being older and all. This was his first night in his own room, and he was not finding it as nice as he had first though.
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"Quirrell where is the stone?" hissed the strange headed creature.
"I do not know master, I cannot get the mirror to give it, may I smash the mirror" asked the man cowering under Voldemort's anger.
"No, you fool if that breaks it goes with my hope of getting back. I need to get back before that Potter gets older, I need to kill him before he kills me" hissed Voldemort.
"Yes master" said Quirrell.
Eventually Quirrell managed to get the stone; his hearts desire was not to have the stone. But to please his master, to please someone who didn't think him a chicken or unworthy. Someone who trusted him and wanted to reward him with something no one else would be able to give him.
The stone…
Quirrell had confused the mirror, and it had given Voldemort his means back.
Quirrell was just about to do what he needed to do to bring Voldemort back, but before he could green flashing light blinding them was flung at Quirrell. Voldemort screeched in pain and anger as well as loathing, Dumbledore had wasted his plan. The stone had fallen busting into one million tiny bits.
Voldemort's spirit took off before Dumbledore could raise his wand again. Voldemort had taken a fleeting look at Quirrell before leaving; he was dead, to the world.
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"Harry what's the matter?" asked Logan softly shaking the child away, he was screaming in his sleep. He had been next door; having good hearing was such a curse some times, specially having his sleep interrupted with screaming.
"What's the matter?" asked Jean crashing into the room looking worried.
"He is in pain and doesn't look like he is going to wake up any time soon" said Logan softly still trying to wake the child.
"Dumbledore never did have any good intentions towards me," groaned Harry wakening up.
"What do you mean?" asked Jean confused.
"I've just had a vision…" said Harry.
"You're a seer?" asked Jean shocked.
"No, I think I have a connection to this man I was supposed to have killed, I was able to get into Dumbledore's mind fleetingly, he was thinking how it was meant to be me there saving the world. He is angry because he cannot find me, really angry and he killed a man tonight," said Harry looking worried, if the man wanted to kill him so much then why had he not killed him when he was just a babe.