As she skidded around the corner she heard Hermione give a sharp gasp... Oh.
The hall was full of flesh and blood.
One Troll was missing an head, another one had a hole... Well, that one explained the cooked meat smell...
There was movement near the last creature... Oh Merlin. Harry.
Minerva took a hesitant step forward. The boy was staring at the fourth Troll, who was crying. His body was covered in blood. His left foot looked... wrong. His right hand was outstretched.
Where was his left arm?
Before she could do anything, the boy looked up... and SMILED. "Professor, I managed to keep one alive. I think I..." His face got confused looking. "I think I adopted it. Anyway, Goran is going to need some where to sleep. He has had a hard day so far."
Hermione seemed locked in shock. Professor McGonagall wasn't far behind her, honestly. "Mr... Mr. Potter." Her voice was barely loud enough to reach him. "Please back up, back away. I can take care of him, just stand back."
Harry actually rolled his eyes. "Relax Professor, Goran isn't going to harm anyone. He's just emotionally spent." To her horror, the boy reached down and patted the creature... who HUGGED Harry.
Hermione fainted. Harry chuckled. "Every thing's green Goran. Just relax. Harry will take care of you, alright?"
A deep voice, sounding like one of those singers Minerva heard in the muggle world spoke up. "Daddy, I... I sorry. Please don't hurt me."
Harry gave the creature a hug... his one arm barely reached around the giant hand hugging him. "Don't worry son. I am going to take of you, alright? But first, we need to get you somewhere to sleep." He sniffed. "And a bath. Now, I am pretty sure that there are going to be some scary people showing up soon, so I am going to move us, alright?"
The creature gave a short nod. His face still looked mostly like a troll, but his eyes had a depth McGonagall had never seen before. As she watched, Harry waved a hand... and a layer of cloth streamed from his hand, weaving under the creature as it laid on the floor. Seeing the teacher's confusion, Harry grinned. "Magic seems to have a tough time holding a Troll, but I can still work with stuff around them. Goran is really too tired to move now that I have changed him, so I can just move the cloth under him."
Harry waved his hand, and Hermione lifted in the air, as if sleeping on an invisible bed. Another wave and... oh Merlin, Harry's other ARM floated over to him too. "Well, I have had a full night. If you need me professor, I am heading over to the Hospital Wing."
Minerva just... what was she supposed to do with this? Three dead trolls, one that seemed to have been adopted by Harry Bloody Potter, and a passed out student... and his BODY...
Before she could shake off the shock, she heard rushing feet behind her. "Minerva, we came as soon as we got the message... Oh my." Amelia Bones looked at the war zone that had taken place. "This... well, I am impressed. These three would have been a strain to take down even with my men."
The teacher barely nodded. "Sorry Madam Bones, but I need to head to the Hospital wing. I can't even begin to explain what happened here, and I don't think I can let you talk to Harry Potter until his arm is reattached. At least."
She walked off, leaving silence and a certain level of shock behind her.
Madam Pomfrey had worked at Hogwarts as a nurse for years. She had healed thousands of students, from everything including teeth that tried to bite back and, in one unfortunate case, sudden twin syndrome. She felt pretty confidant that she could handle almost any situation.
She also loved boys like Harry, because she never saw them. They didn't poison themselves, they didn't fight in the hall, they stayed away from that DEATH TRAP called Quidditch. She was slightly LESS happy with him wandering in without an attached arm.
"Harry Potter... Merlin boy, LAY DOWN. I need... blood replenishing... oh Merlin, I need almost everything..." She paused hearing Harry laugh.
"Madam Pomfrey, I am fine. Calm down." Seeing her glare at his former arm he sighed. "Don't worry about that, I have it covered. Could you look after Goran and Hermione for me while I heal myself?"
She was about to PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE (Armless, heal himself, indeed) until he glared. Those eyes... they told her he had it covered.
And she believed him.
But was still annoyed. "Fine, Mr. Potter. But after you 'Heal yourself' I am doing a through check, understood?" He nodded. "Tell you what, you do the health check on Hermione and my Son, and then we get to me, alright?"
"Son?"
"The Troll."
"TROLL?"
Harry sighed. Why didn't people just roll with it? Seriously.
Professor McGonagall entered the Hospital Wing to see Hermione sleeping on a bed, a Troll barely ON a bed being treated by a VERY frazzled Madam Pomfrey, and Harry Potter flipping his arm in the air and catching it.
"MR. POTTER. PLEASE just... we need to get that FIXED."
Harry sighed and held his arm's hand against his forehead. "Professor McGonagall, could you bring me some raw meat, milk, and... uh. Twelve? Yes, Twelve eggs." He waved his missing arm. "If you can get me that, then I can heal myself."
It was a sign of how MANY strange things happened to Harry over the last few weeks that it only took another few minutes of arguments before Harry had some elf-provided bowls containing the ingredients (Including a chocolate cake for some reason. Not that Harry complained, not at all.)
At this point Amelia Bones entered, just as Harry began to glow golden.
His left arm floated against his body and the bowls began to empty. Scars vanished, VISIBLE bones began to retract and realign, his muscles began repairing even as his arm began connecting together. Loud snaps and crackles could be heard, making everyone (Including several stunned Aurors) wincing, as they watched the Boy-Who-Lived... rebuilding his body. As the last bowl emptied, the child stood up, stretched, and held out a hand as the plate of cake landed in it. His other hand waved, and one of the bowls became a fork in his hand. "Seriously Madam Pomfrey, I ask for eggs and I get cake? I may have to get hurt more often."
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