The Power He Knows Not
Chapter 3: PAIN!
Harry found that her new body did not have much endurance. She couldn't use her telepathy for long without needing a nap. So while she was waiting to grow up, she decided to pretend to be a normal 1-year-old child. Her new foster parents were nice to her and they had a son who was almost the exact same age as her body. Over the past few days, she was begining to grow fond of her new family. Which is why she grew alarmed when she heard her new foster parents shouting in alarm.
"Someone's breaking through the wards! Alice, take the boys and run!"
"I can't Frank, they've shut down the floo and erected anti-apparition wards. . . . We'll face them together."
As it was, Harry was listening to this from within the wooden bars of a crib. A second one in the same room held her foster brother, Neville.
"Mimsey!" Called out Harry.
POP!
"Yes master Harry Potter sir!?" Said the house elf as he appeared in the room.
"Ge' me ou' ov this crib!" Commanded Harry.
"Youse shouldn't be a leavin' you're bed young master," said the house elf as she popped into the crib and popped back out with Harry in tow. Master Frank and Mistress Alice are fightin' the bad wizards!"
(Don't worry. I will take care of it) projected Harry into the house elf's mind. (Take Neville and hide with him until this is all over)
"Master Harry Potter is very brave and powerful!" Said the house elf as she popped away with Neville.
Climbing to her feet, Harry attemped to walk out into the parlor. It wasn't easy. She had not yet developed the strength to walk and frequently had to grab something to hold herself up. But the screams of her foster parents urged her onward.
She arrived to find the room a wreck! While she had been trying to get out of her crib and waddle into the room, her foster parents had been fighting a battle for their lives. Two of the men were rising to their feet while the other man and a crazed looking woman were shooting rays out of sticks at Frank and Alice, who were screaming continously and as loudly as they could!
"PAIN!" Growled Harry and she caused the pain receptors in their brains to all fire at once and continously. It affected them in a wave until they were all flopping around on the floor voiding themselves, in too much pain to even scream. Harry kept them in this state constantly until she passed out.
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Harry awoke to the sound of people quietly conversing in the room with her.
"It's just a severe case of magical exhaustion, headmaster. He should be waking up soon and will be fine by tommorrow."
"And the Longbottoms?"
"Well they've both taken a bad amount of cruciatus. But they should be completely recovered by the end of the week."
"When will their assailants be able to stand trial?"
"Never, I'm afraid. Whatever curse the Longbottoms hit them with, it looks like the cross between the cruciatus and the dementor's kiss. I'm afraid the four of the will spend the rest of their lives in the long term care ward. Do you have any idea what they did to them?"
"No. But I believe mister Potter has awakened. Could you give us the room?"
Harry opened her eyes to see that she was alone with Albus Dumbledore.
"Miz." said Harry.
"What?" Asked Dumbledore.
(Ms. I prefer Ms, not mister) Harry telepathically projected.
"You do realize that you are in a male body Miss Alexander," pointed out Dumbledore.
(The body may be male, but in my mind I'm female) projected Harry. (And I would prefer that you refer to me by my body's name: Harry Potter. . . I guess I'm trans in this life.)
"Trans?" Asked Dumbledore. "What to you mean by that?"
(Transgender. A woman in the body of a man.)
"I've never heard of such a thing," chuckled Dumbledore. "Can you shed any light on what happened the Crouch jr and the Lestranges?"
(They were causing Frank and Alice to feel pain, so I made them feel pain and I kept doing so for as long as I could.)
"The curse they were inflicting your new parents with is known as the cruciatus curse," explained Dumbledore. "Use of the cruciatus curse is considered one of the most unforgivable of crimes and carries a manditory life prison sentence. What you did was so much worse. It is like you killed them, worse than killed them . . . I'm going to have to ask you not to do that to anyone else and don't teach that spell to others."
(I understand) projected Harry. (I'm trying to lead as normal a life as I can. But if someone attacks me or my new family again, I will defend them.)
"Then let us hope you live an uneventful childhood," mused Dumbledore.
