"Oh Merlin, you really do have amnesia," Hermione gasps, putting her hands to her mouth in shock. "You have no clue as to who I am, do you?" When he shook his head and glared at her in a 'duh' way, she smiled and said, "My name is Hermione Granger. We have been best friends for four years."
"Right," he said with a nod, trying to remember her. The next voice he heard made him jump and try and get around the giant, who kept getting in his way. 'Damn, this guy is quick for someone his size,' he thought.
"Hagrid, be so kind as to escort Mr. Potter back to the Hospital Wing. He is very sick and should not be running about," McGonagall's voice said from the top of the stairs.
"Alright, Professor," the half-giant said as he closed a large hand around Harry's arm. "Come on, 'arry, let's get ya back," he said as he hauled the teen towards the stairs.
"I am not going back there!" the teen yelled at the top of his lungs as his magic exploded out of him, affecting everyone but the giant.
People stumbled back and a large circle of emptiness surrounded Harry and Hagrid. Some fell to the floor, and others slammed against the wall. None were hurt, but they were all staring at Harry with wide fearful eyes. It was a good thing he couldn't see their faces.
"Now, 'arry, that's not right, ya should jest listen to yer teachers," the unaffected man stated as he lifted the struggling teen over his broad shoulder and carried him up the stairs.
"No, that old man is going to rip apart my mind with some weird telepathic sci-fi contacts that make his eyes twinkle," Harry shouted and squirmed to get out of the firm grip of the giant arm keeping him pinned down. He kicked and hit the man, but none of it work, and the man's muscles caused his bare feet and fist to hurt.
"Harry, what are you talking about? Professor Dumbledore isn't a scientist, he's a wizard," Hermione asked as she followed the trio up the stairs.
"There is no such thing as magic," the struggling boy said loudly, making everyone in the hall gasp.
"Explain what you just did then," she stated firmly.
"Telekinesis," he said smugly.
"That is science fiction, Harry. It's not real," she said as she shook her head.
"And magic is? How is that logical?" the boy sneered, already getting tired of debating everything with this girl.
"Okay, I see your point, but, Harry, the opposite is true," she argued, folding her arms as she continued to follow them to the medical area.
"Oh," was all he had to say as he stopped he fruitless struggle.
They got to the Wing and Hagrid put Harry on a bed. "I've got ter… er… go and feed the animals," the half-giant stuttered out, when green eyes looked at him with betrayal, making him quickly leave the room.
The boy looked around and saw the old man was laying on a bed on the other side of the wing, near where he had hit the wall. His emerald eyes narrowed as he tried to stab the man's head with just a look. Perhaps giving him an aneurism, or at the very least a huge bloody headache.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," McGonagall snapped, when she saw him glare at the Headmaster, "hurting him in such a way that he is unconscious."
"I don't know why everyone is getting up my nose. He violated my mind. It was self-defense," Harry snarled, his eyes never leaving the prone man.
"As headmaster he has a right to do what he needs to do to help and protect the children of this school, which you happen to be one of," the old woman responded fiercely, not that she like the way Albus did what he did, however it was within his privileges as a headmaster.
"Let me get this straight, it is okay for him to go around, imprisoning students, and peeking into people's minds. Just like that, even if they say no? What about my rights?" Harry asked as he turned to look at her with an incredulous look.
"You are a minor, you do not have rights," she stated primly, which was completely true, and as an orphan he had fewer than most children.
"So you are saying I can't defend myself?" he all but shouted. 'Maybe that kid was right, and you can't trust adults,' he thought as he glared in the woman's direction.
"Of course you can, what I am saying is that Albus did not do anything for you to defend yourself from," McGonagall huffed, not understanding what the issue was. If the child would just cooperate then he would be well in short order.
"Bugger this, I'm out of here," our hero stated, only to be spelled to the bed by all three females. His pants didn't budge, his legs were frozen, and wraps sprung from the mattress holding his arms down.
"You will stay right where you are, young man," Poppy Pomfrey stated as she waved her wand to check to make sure he was uninjured from his flight. Seeing he was fine, she went back to the Headmaster, to make sure his injuries were healing.
....
Join my P@treon get free advanced chapters.
Paid members can get upto 60+ chapters ahead of the public release.
Link : [email protected]/KittyLovesMilk