Thread: A Matter of Mind (HP)- Moon/Lounger

Harry turned as he heard a voice and blinked rather sluggishly at Nathaniel, his head cocked tot he side as if he had no idea who the other was... not unexpected, considering Harry was often sheltered from the other three houses, as if the Gryffindors where afraid that Harry might be stolen away. particularly Hermione and Ron, though that was more them being worried Harry would leave them than anything else. he stared at Nathaniel for a long moment, could he hear? he wasn't sure... well he supposed if he had understood the question, then he must be able to hear, right? of course. H'ry P'tter? Harry asked sluggishly, confused and disoriented, the boy didn't even have his wand on him. he blinked stupidly at Nathaniel, clearly the head damage was extensive if he couldn't even say his own name properly. still, he flinched away from the wand when Nathaniel pointed it at him, and then calmed as he watched the redness of his wounds fade a little. from the looks of things, Harry had some fairly bad infection going on. in his leg especially as there was swelling to the extreme, and bits of white pus was leaking out of the areas that Nathaniel was forcefully healing, not to mention bits of rock, dirt and asphalt. he didn't say a word as Nathaniel made the aches hurt less, though he did stand up when prodded to, and he staggered to his feet and swayed. he nearly collapsed, but even severely injured and possibly brain dead Harry had an iron will and a stubbornness worse than any Hock nosed Gorn. which where known for sitting in doorways and refusing to move out of the way when a Wizard made the mistake of upsetting one. it could take months to get a Gorn out of a doorway, and usually that was only because the Gorn got bored and moved to a more traveled one. needless to say, Harry managed to stay on his feet, and walk by himself to the nearby house despite that fact that his foot turned funny every time he stepped on it. it was probobly broken, but Harry didn't seam to notice at all. in fact he seamed so detached, that he didn't even really realize that he was hurt, and hurt bad. any intelligent person could say that the first thing a person needed to do, is get clean, so Harry followed Nathan to the nearest Bathroom. where there stairs on the way, Harry wouldn't make it up them, and it would be up to Nathaniel to carry, or levitate Harry into the bathroom. once inside the bathroom, Harry stripped without words and settled into the ceramic tub and stared at the nobs, almost as if confused before he reached out and turned on the water. thankfully he seamed mostly capable of washing himself, save for the fact that his arm was broken. as he scrubbed himself, a new story was being told. most of his body was covered in injuries. heavy bruises, thick cuts and large patches of skin that looked as if he'd been dragged down the road. what wasn't covered in cuts and scrapes, was covered in bruises. though it was mostly centered on the left side of his body, as if he'd fallen from a great height and landed on his side. or been hit by a truck of some sort. that was impossible of course. everyone KNEW that Harry was living in the Wizarding world, under a Fidelious charm. well, that was the leading theory anyway. no matter where he was living, it was very strange that Harry was in the muggle world, alone and unprotected and so badly injured. especially as it had become very obvious that Voldemort WAS in fact, BACK. everyone knew that Harry had stopped Voldemort in the Ministry Atrium. no one knew how, or why Harry had been there, but those where little details that most people didn't care about anyway. soon Harry was clean though, his hair hanging over his face, his sharp emerald eyes clear, but still strangle... blank. as if he had forgotten what emotions where. no doubt Nathaniel would notice something else very... very... odd, about Harry Potter, like a distinct... addition, inbetween the other boy's legs.