"Well, I wouldn't call it that, but I do see why you are scared of him," the man compromised with a tight smile, not wanting to cause conflict with either side.
"I'm not scared; I am bloody well defending myself. I have no shields against mind-rape ," the messy-haired amnesiac snarled, once more causing people to quickly intake their breaths. There was no bloody way he was telling them about his new bubble. "I may not have rights," he snapped at the old woman, "but I will protect myself." He folded his arms and glared at them all, as he moved his foot minutely towards the door.
"Harry, you need to calm down and hear these gentlemen out," Dumbledore tried to placate, waving a hand to the two official looking men. "They have important information that you need to hear, before you try and run away again," he added knowingly, as if there was little doubt that was what was on the boy's mind.
"Fine, but I'm staying right here, and this cool shield stays too. I want to know what technology they use to make a barrier like this. Is it on the beds, but you have to be able to move to use it? Did I push a button on accident? I mean it didn't work when the old man violated me, but right now it's pretty cool," he said enthusiastically, looking at Hermione, who was the only teen in the room and seemed to know what's what. He wouldn't trust these adults. However, she seemed to be on their side, after all she helped keep him on the bed. She did say they were good friends, so for now he'd give her some leeway.
"Oh, Harry," she said, burying her face in her hands, and thinking 'This is going to be a problem.'
"Albus, what is he on about? Technology? He knows very well and good that it is magic. What are you playing at, Potter? If you think you can get out of the tournament by pretending you don't know magic, you can think again. The Cup emitted your name, you will compete or lose your magic," Bartemius stated firmly as he tried to get closer to the boy, only to be pushed back by the golden ward.
"I'm not bloody well pretending! I have no fucking clue who you are, where I am, or what the hell you're talking about! According to Hermione, I didn't bloody well enter anything, so, I will not compete in some bloody Roman game for your enjoyment! Those were outlawed for a reason you know! Therefore, I will lose my fucking 'magic'!" he yelled back, once again making everyone gasp as his magic exploded, knocking them back away from his bubble.
The wind picked up and everything that weighed less than five pounds started fluttering around the room, like a dust storm in a desert. Blankets were thrown to the floor and dragged in circles. Bedpans were flying in the air above everyone's head, except Dumbledore's, who constantly had to duck because he was so tall. Gloves, paper towels, and other small items were joining the dance.
"Harry! Harry!" Hermione called, trying to get his attention through the maelstrom of energy and debris.
"What?!" he bellowed back, thinking of all the cool uses he could do with such a defense. He looked around for any machines that would be causing this. Maybe it was telekinesis. That would be handy. He'd just have to learn to use it right.
"Stop before you hurt someone!"
"Right," he said, taking a deep breath and noting that all the adults were sending cool flashes of light from their tricorders. Those lights were hitting his shields and he really wish he had someone to tell him what strength they were at. 'If they're failing, I'll have to reroute life support,' this thought made him chuckle and the energy lessened and the now useless items were falling to the ground.
Madam Pomfrey was banishing them left and right, and then replacing them with fresh ones. Her lips were pursed, but she really couldn't blame the child for his reaction. No, she blamed the Headmaster for his heavy-handedness.
"Harry, would you like me to tell you a little bit about yourself? It might bring back some memories. Well, that is if Madam Pomfrey thinks it's okay," she said questioningly as she turned to the nurse.
"I don't see a problem with that," the mediwitch stated, looking at the irate teen as she finished making up the last bed.
"Are you an expert at memory loss?" Harry asked as his eyes narrowed. From his reading there was little that could be done, but Hermione's suggestion might have merit. Still, he didn't want anyone point their tricorder at him.
"I am well versed in healing, thank you very much, and I can tell you little is known about amnesia. There are different theories on how to treat it, but the most common one is to surround the patient with the familiar. Therefore, Miss Granger telling you about your time here should not be detrimental," she huffed, hating the fact that he questioned her professionalism.
"Right," was all he said.
"I can tell you some things as well," the old man offered as an olive branch, desperate to see something besides loathing in the boy's eyes.
"You stay the fuck away from me, you old bastard," Harry growled, pointing a finger in his direction, but not looking him in the eye.
"Language," came the reprimand of the three females, which caused Harry to give them the bird.
"Very well," Dumbledore sighed, and then turned to the other adults in the room. "We should relocate to my office to discuss this situation," he said with a wave of his hand towards the door.
....
Join my P@treon get free advanced chapters.
Paid members can get upto 60+ chapters ahead of the public release.
Link : [email protected]/KittyLovesMilk