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

Harry didn't want to walk, but walk he did. ignoring how every step made his entire body scream in agony. the internal injuries where not as bad as the outer, but even a little internal injury could kill. luckily for both of them, Harry's massive amounts of magic was already at work, healing the internal damages. and probobly had been for some time now, which would explain why Harry was still so hurt on the outside. Harry's magic was all internalized, fighting to fix the damage that would kill him, rather than the damage that hurt. the scans that Nathaniel used would show that Harry had already healed from severe Brain hemorrhaging, as well as a crushed skull. both of which would have killed a muggle in a matter of seconds. Magic was amazing at keeping it's wizard alive. it was now working on Harry's heart 'stutter' and the collapsed lung. both where things that Healers had a hell of a time fixing, so it was no wonder that Harry's magic was struggling. while horrifying, the internal damages where being taken care of, and Harry had never seamed to run out of magic like normal people did. so for now, he was perfectly safe from bleeding to death internally. Harry himself was very glad to be clean again, scrubbing himself almost raw in an attempt to get ALL of the blood and mud off of him. he never even realized that he aught to be shy about getting naked in front of the funny stick man who had brought him here. the longer that funny stick was aimed at him, the better Harry felt, so he didn't fight it at all. in fact he welcomed it, which would only make the healing process all the easier for Nathaniel. the broken ankle was mended, and the infection in his leg was drawn out before the flesh smoothed over, leaving nothing but old scars. scars that could not have come from Hogwarts, because small ones like that Madam Pomfrey could heal without a mark. as a matter of fact, that group of scars looked almost like he had been bitten, and then shaken by a dog. a viscous dog. then Nathaniel reached the... interesting part. Harry blinked at him a little fuzzily and then looked down, lifting his limp penis out of the way to examine the vagina that was directly beneath it, his head tilted. huh, well it didn't seem unusual to him. had he always had that? he wasn't sure, as a matter of fact he wasn't even sure what his name was. he released his cock and looked over at Nathaniel, looking so confused it was almost cute... and then Harry spoke and nothing was cute anymore. am i Harry? is that my name? that, was NOT good. not unexpected from the level of brain damaged the boy had sustained, but still not good. anyway i think i'm ok there, nothing hurts. he promised as he finished scrubbing his stomach. my side hurts though. and my hip... he had a few hairline fractures in his left hip, and his left ribs where broken, four of them where anyway, the rest where all cracked. and my arm. broken in three places. thankfully that was the last of the broken things, though his sternum was cracked as well. after that, it was only bruising, bad bruising, but just bruising. it would be uncomfortable, but it wouldn't be unduly painful. hey... do you think i'm a boy or a girl? Harry asked suddenly, seaming to realize that it was at least a little strange that he had both parts. i guess i'd be a boy. girls have boobs right? he asked, blinking at Nathaniel. could you make your stick fix my arm? it's hard to wash...