Chapter Two:
If there was a few things that the Wizard known as Albus Dumbledore had learned over the course of his very long life, making people calm down when something very unexpected happened was amongst the most useful. Using his various connections in the Wizarding World to obtain information was also a very useful skill he had picked up over the years. The fact that he had seen a lot in his days meant that it took a lot of surprise to cause him to visibly react with surprise and someone falling from the sky during a game of Quidditch, be it an unconscious player or someone unconnected to the sport, wasn't something that made him visibly react outside of performing the Slowing Charm to prevent said someone from turning into a pancake on the ground, as the kids say it these days. The latter seemed to be the most likely in the regard of the strange teenager with equally strange limbs who had laid unconscious in Hogwarts Hospital Wing for five days.
Something that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was quick to notice was the strong resemblance between the stranger who fell from the sky and the rather famous fifth year student of the house of Hufflepuff, Honesty Potter, who had decided to visit her 'doppelgänger' in the Hospital Wing when she wasn't occupied with schoolwork, occasionally bringing her close friends, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Luna Lovegood. In fact, Honesty and the stranger looked nearly identical to the point where the few things that made it possible to determine which was which were the stranger's unusual limbs and a few other things like hair length, style and differences in… body shape. While neither Honesty nor the stranger were unfit and could actually be considered quite…gifted in certain departments. Based on what could be estimated in spite of the stranger's clothing (which mostly consisted of a skintight leotard, a jacket that Dumbledore was quite sure was designed for an adult woman rather than a teenage girl and a pair of goggles on the stranger's forehead), it was rather obvious that the stranger was… bigger than Honesty and more muscular. Both because of what could be seen and considering that the stranger's leotard seemed to be compressing her… assets and keeping them in place at the same time.
Examinations performed by Madam Pomfrey indicated that the stranger was in possession of Magic, was technically missing all four of her limbs, which had clearly been replaced with what appeared to be very advanced prosthetics, had lost an eye (specifically her right eye), which had been replaced with a mechanical counterpart and that the internal organs inside the stranger's rib cage (namely her heart and lungs) were mechanical. Despite all the signs that she should normally have been dead, the fact remained that she was definitely alive, even if she wasn't conscious. That is until something occurred in the Hospital Wing that caused the stranger to wake up from her long sleep. The arrival of the group of fifth and fourth year students that had been visiting the stranger, bleeding from their hands. Must have been the smell of the blood that caused her to finally wake up.
"I'm no medical expert but even I know that blood is supposed to be inside the body, not outside it." Stated the stranger surprisingly calmly, much to the surprise of everyone else who was present in the Hospital Wing, before clutching her stomach as said stomach released a roar of hunger.
"Yee, you think?" Replied Ronald Weasley sarcastically as the only fourth year student of the group, Luna Lovegood, sat down on a hospital bed next to the stranger's and tossed said stranger an apple, having apparently predicted that the stranger would wake up and be hungry.
"Rude."
"Sorry about him. It's been a… rough day." Apologized Honesty on more or less her entire group's behalf while wincing as the 'carving' in her hand stung again. "Actually, make it a rough week."
"Fair enough, I suppose. Who are you people anyway and why do I get a feeling of deja vu when I look at you in particular? Have you and I met before?"
"Uhm, the name's Honesty. Honesty Potter and I'm not sure but I get the same feeling. Anyway, these are my friends, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and the girl who gave you the apple is Luna Lovegood."
"I see, thanks. Anyway, I have no idea in the slightest what my actual name is due to amnesia, but the name I was given after the procedure and have been answering to since is Azrael. Nice to meet you."
"What kind of procedure?" Asked Hermione Granger hesitantly, who couldn't help but find Azrael intimidating despite her friendly demeanor. Mostly because of her name.
"Do my limbs and right eye look natural to you?"
"Your limbs, not really, the eye, kind of… oh."
"Yeah. Those along with my heart and lungs are no longer flesh, blood and bones but nuts, bolts, electronics and titanium coated steel."
"What kind of situation would warrant such extensive and probably dangerous surgery?"
"I wouldn't know. Amnesia, remember? Besides, I find the bliss of ignorance a whole lot easier to deal with than the knowledge and possible trauma that comes with it. Regardless of what prompted the surgery however, I'm still alive because of it and that's what I consider more important than the 'why' behind it."
"That's… understandable. Wait! If your prosthetics are electronic, how come that they still function despite being constantly exposed to Magic!? How aren't you dead!?"
"The one who made them managed to figure out how to make the tech work despite what he called 'unknown energy' I apparently possess. And 'Magic'? Really?"
"Yup. Magic is real and according to the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, you possess it and should therefore be able to use it. A common effect of so-called 'Accidental Magic' is causing electronics to go haywire, particularly in moments of heightened emotion during one's early youth and on rare occasions during puberty." Replied Honesty as calmly and professionally as she could manage in order to elevate her 'doppelgänger's skepticism.
"Uh huh? Talking from experience?"
"Yeah. Once caused a couple of lightbulbs to explode and a television to seriously malfunction when I got particularly angry at my cousin over something… insensitive he said. He's a…"
"Jackass?"
"I was gonna say 'git', but 'jackass' works two I suppose."
