New And Improved Harry Potter

Poppy just nodded as he left and tended to her patient, rubbing the cream over his bruises. When she was done with his face, she waved her wand and switched his clothes to hospital pajamas and removed his boots. She tutted at the sores on his feet and proceeded to treat them.

When she finished her healing, she called one of the house elves to come and clean the uniform and repair the boots. She then placed the little bit she found in his pockets on the nightstand. There wasn't much, a bit of string, a paperclip, and for some reason a bell. She shook her head at the bobs-and-ends and went about her duties.

There was a small commotion at the door when the Headmaster and his Deputy came into the ward. Albus looked over the small pile of belongings. "Oh dear, this is not good, not good at all. Poppy did you see his wand?" he asked the healer.

"No," she answered.

"Can you wake him? It is imperative that I talk to him," the old man asked as he conjured a chair right next to the head of the bed.

"Well, it is better that he wakes on his own. How important is it?" the nurse asked, not liking the idea of waking the child, but knowing that it wouldn't really hurt the boy.

"Very," the Headmaster stated, his eyes glued to the sleeping teen.

"Very well," Poppy huffed, waved her wand and woke him.

Harry shot up and fell out of the bed. He stood, backed away and looked around the room. It was an infirmary. There was a déjà vu feeling that he had been here before. "Where the bloody hell am I? And why the fuck did you bring me here?" he demanded, whirling on the old woman who had knocked him out. "Do you always kidnap people off the street? Or am I a special case?" he sneered his question at her.

She opened her mouth to answer, but only got out, "Mr. Potter…"

"Oh, my dear boy, you are a very special case indeed," came the answer from the old man behind him.

"Right," Harry said, spinning around and folding his arms across his chest. "What could you possibly need with someone who doesn't remember who he is?" He looked at the bearded man in front of him and immediately didn't like him.

"We have ways of recovering memories. If you would just consent to letting me look into your mind, I can find what you have lost," Dumbledore said in a placating tone as he made calming gestures with his hands.

He was positive that this would all be over in a very short time and the look of distrust on the boy's face would turn back into the worship that had been there before.

"You want me," he pointed to his chest, "to let you," he waved in the old man's direction, "rummage through my head? Are you barking mad? That's not even possible," Harry accused as he backed away from the adults, skirting around the beds that lined the walls.

"Well, yes, I can reverse whatever made you lose your memories," the old man stated as if it was the only answer. "It will not hurt a bit, my boy. And it will only take a minute to have you right as rain," he said with a gentle smile.

"No," came the forceful rejoinder as Harry inched closer to the door, ready to make a break for it.

"I am so sorry, my boy, but you leave me with little choice," Dumbledore sadly stated as he raised his wand, causing Harry to turn and run.

The teen made it to the door when suddenly he couldn't move. He arms were forced to his sides, and his legs snapped together. He was still awake, but he was frozen. If his eyes could have widened, they would have when the floor rushed up to meet him. The pain in his nose when it met the stones was great, and he would not forgive the old man for doing… whatever it was he just did.

"Albus, really, was that necessary?" the old woman retorted as she rushed to the boy's side.

"I must do all I can to make sure he remembers. It is vital for him to understand his place in our society," the old man defended his actions as he levitated the teen back to his bed. "He is an icon in the wizarding world, and it will not do for him to shun us," Albus declared as he stood over Harry, who was mentally glaring at the man.

Harry had no idea what they were talking about, all he knew was that the old man's eyes twinkled and then he felt someone in his mind.

He felt violated.

He pushed and pushed with his thoughts, until the bastard went flying to a wall. He expanded this feeling, until the binding holding him broke. With that Harry got off the bed and ran to the doors. He got to the doors unmolested, since the two women were tending the old man. He looked right and left and choose right.

He ran to the end of the hall and turned left, then he hurried down the stairs at the end of that hall. He saw his way out and ran; shoving people out of his way, and was almost to the double-doors, when he heard a young female voice say, "Harry! Wait!"