Chapitre 9: Albus The Violator
"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.
"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.
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