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

Harry paused in his scrubbing to let the other heal his arm and then flexed it with a look of almost wonder. how was that even possible?! one second it hurt no matter what he did, and the next it not only didn't hurt, but he could move it. he was completely oblivious to Nathaniel's embarrassment too... but then Harry had always been a bit thick, he simply didn't have the social skills necessary to understand the more subtle emotions... which was why Ron and Hermione where such good freinds. Hermione could explain what he didn't understand, and Ron had the emotional capabilities of a teaspoon. he was either angry, or happy. that was about it. Harry didn't remember them though, he didn't remember anything. ah, i'm a boy then, if we both think so, then it must be so. he decided with a nod. Harry Potter. the boy muttered as he reached out and pulled the plug. the water was black from the filth that Harry had washed off so far, he needed cleaner water. he watched the water drain out, and then put the plug back in and refilled the basin as he started washing what he hadn't managed to reach yet. starting with his filthy hair. remember? Harry asked, pausing in his attempts to soak his hair with his hands, frowning as he considered it before nodding. i remember running, i was scared. He was going to kill me. shoot me with a gun. Harry muttered. i was really scared, so i was trying to... get out? yes i was trying to get out... there was... tightness... like i was being forced through a straw, and everything just shifted... he muttered, his eyes wide as he recalled the utter terror of his last memory. then there was a bright, bright light, and a loud noise and then pain... he muttered. so much pain... i woke up in a ditch and i couldn't move. it hurt so bad, blinking hurt, breathing hurt... EXISTING hurt. he admitted softly. i woke up again and crawled over to the... to.. here he paused, his face screwed up as he tried to remember. the swings! yes, i went to the swings, because the ground was cold, and hard, and it hurt. i sat in the swing, because i knew no one would come to find me, or help me. because i'm worthless. he admitted with a nod. i'm a Freak, so i just sat on the swing because i've nowhere to go. he admitted. i counted the stars until the sun came up. i got all the way to eight thousand, five hundred, and fifty six before all the stars disappeared. Harry had been sitting on that swing since before dawn! and the way he spoke about himself... something was very wrong about that. and the comment about a gun. Wizards, even muggleborn wizards would never use a Gun. Thanks for fixing me by the way, and letting me get clean, and telling me my name... did you tell me yours? i can't remember if you did or not. Harry admitted, frowning as he tried to remember. hey how do you do that anyway? fix me with that funny stick? Harry asked, reaching out and gently plucking the Wand from Nathan's fingers, holding it tenderly, as if worried that it might bite him. he studied it intently, turning it this way and that before handing it back tot he other. am i actually fixed, or did it just make the pain go away? he asked, curious about the Magic that Nathan had done, even if he didn't know what it was.