"What is a tricorder?" the teacher asked, not going into the disposal of the wand. That was another thing for Albus to handle.
"It's from an American television show," Hermione groaned, and then shrugged and added, "It's a Muggle thing."
"Well, I can at least fix the missing glasses," the nurse stated as came to their side of the room. She transfigured some frames and added glass, and with a wave of her wand, she made them self-updating prescription lenses. "These will hold you until you get to Diagon Alley or St. Mungo's," she stated, handing the temporary spectacles over.
The boy looked at her, then at his fettered arms, and then at her again. She blushed and put them on for him. He blinked to clear his sight after going for a week without glasses, and glared at everyone in the room. Now that he could see, his piercing green eyes were direct, and they knew he was angry with each and every one of them. "How long are you going to hold me prisoner?" he asked with a snarl.
"Mr. Potter, it is for your own good. There are people who want you dead. You need to stay here where you are safe," the old woman stated, looking over her glasses at him as if she could keep him in the bed with her stare.
"Right, don't remember a thing," he said with a shrug, his glare not lessening a bit.
"That does not negate the fact that they will still try and kill you," she snapped, getting tired of his attitude.
Two things happened right then, two men came through the door, and Albus woke up.
"Oh ho, I see our youngest champion is awake," the largest of the men stated. "How are you, Harry, my boy," he asked jovially.
"Great, another fucking happy adult," Harry moaned and thumped his head back onto his pillow.
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"Now, my boy, there is no need for such language," came the voice that Harry would listen to the least as Dumbledore slowly got up from his bed and looked at the emotional teen. His eyes were twinkling, which caused Harry to quickly look away.
"Go screw yourself, old man," the tied-up teen snarled as he made sure not to look in the man's direction again. He erected a shield around his mind, because if he remembered his sci-fi correctly, that would keep a telepath out. He figured that since the man used contacts, he needed to be looking his victim in the eyes. Still he wasn't going to take the chance, so he created an impenetrable bubble around his brain, like the one for the Enterprise, hoping that would keep the arsehole out. He was glad he got to catch glimpses of that rerun shows on the telly in the store windows. It gave him wonderful ideas, for the use of his tricorder, when he found it. That and the library was a great place to get out of the cold. The books were just as cool as the show and he could imagine better from the words. He had spent hours just reading, and they didn't care as long as he was quiet. Though, they did wrinkle their noses at his dirty clothes. He had had to get right up to the books to see, but the headache was well worth it.
Gasps were heard around the room, and one chuckle. "Tut, tut, Harry, there is no reason for vulgarity," Albus said as he moved closer to the upset child. Just as he got within ten feet of the boy's bed a shield sprung up. It was gold in color and it pushed everyone away from the angry teen. The headmaster peered at the boy to see if he was using wandless magic, but he seemed to be doing this subconsciously. He stroked his long beard and wondered just what had happened to Harry that his magic felt the need to protect him like this. ' Was it the 'power that he knew not'? Could this be harnessed to be used consciously? Or was it just a case of accidental magic?' these thoughts flew through the old man's mind as he calmly stood and looked at Harry.
"You stay the fuck away from me, you bloody pervert," Harry snapped, his eyes going to the man who had violated his mind, making sure to look at that long nose, which gave him a niggling feeling that he should remember another nose much like this one. Not wanting to be laying down and helpless, he took the feeling of his telekinesis and broke the bonds on his arms. He swung his legs off the bed and flattened himself against the wall. "All of you stay away," he said, pointing to each of the adults as his eyes darted from person to person.
"Albus, what did you do to the boy to provoke such accidental magic?" the more official looking man asked as he ran his hand down the ward, only to snatch it back when it burned. Poppy came and checked, but it was only mild. She waved her wand at it and the redness went away. No need for cream for something so minor.
"Ah, Bartemius," the Headmaster answered the man, while he was being treated, "I merely tried to bring his memory back. Unfortunately, he was not compliant at the time," Dumbledore stated as he waved his wand to rid them of the barrier, albeit uselessly.
"He claims to have lost his memory?" the bureaucratic man inquired, looking at the teen shrewdly. He knew the boy was just a glory seeker, this was just one more way to get attention. He would prove that the brat was lying.
"Alas, yes. I attempted to bring it back, but Mr. Potter was not in the mood to receive my ministrations. I had little choice but to bind him against his will," Albus said absentmindedly, running his hand down his beard as he took in the marvelous ward in front of him.
"You mean to tell me, you held him down and pillaged his mind?" the overweight man asked completely aghast. He was more worried at how this affected the tournament. He had a lot of money riding on this kid.
"I deemed it necessary, Ludo," the Headmaster said with an air of authority.
"See! See!" Harry shouted, pointing at the pudgy man. "Even he agrees that you violated me." He was happy someone agreed with him, even if it was the overly happy man. Harry didn't like the look in the man's eyes, like he was some prize or something.