Wild Magic - Chapter 27

Pansy walked out of the classroom with a skip in her step, as well as a limp. The time with her had brought his levels back down to green with a little yellow. Having Hermione naked, and angry, watching as he came down Pansy's throat made him cum harder than expected. It was enough to function for a while, but it proved that they needed to keep a closer eye on things.

Being so powerful would help in the fight against Voldemort. However, it didn't matter if Harry couldn't control it. He had unknowingly made the stone underneath him shift. There were a couple of other things that may have happened as well, but the last stretch of time was a blur. It was hard to tell when he used wild magic and when it was simply his new level of power.

Harry led Hermione through the castle to Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle bowed to him as they approached. He arced an eyebrow at it but didn't complain when the stairway opened. The duo continued on into the Headmasters office.

Dumbledore looked up from a stack of papers on his desk as they entered. A puzzled expression on his face told them that he hadn't expected them.

"Harry? Miss Granger?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in question.

Then the Headmaster noticed the state of Harrys uniform. He had been able to summon their clothes, but it didn't prevent the wrinkles. Hermione huffed at him when her spells to straighten their appearance failed. She blamed his inadvertent magic. Harry had to admit, he did enjoy seeing her mussed up.

"Your relief was to be handled in the privacy of your new quarters." Dumbledore sighed.

"Something came up." Harry chuckled.

Dumbledore motioned for him to continue.

"I was in Charms when my magic spiked." Harry explained. "I could feel it when everyone started casting their spells. I left the classroom. The distance helped a little, but it wasn't enough. How can I stay here if I can't be around people casting spells?"

Fawkes chirped softly to help ease his tension. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. His gaze went distant as he began to think. The twinkle in his eyes seemed to pulse as the ideas formed.

"There is a temporary solution." Dumbledore let out a tired sigh. "It's not something I would have considered under normal circumstances."

"I'm willing to try anything right now." Harry shrugged.

Hermione glared at him. She had been doing that a lot lately. He started to catalogue the various versions. This was the 'worried glare' the one in the classroom with Pansy was 'exasperated'. Thankfully he hadn't seen the 'angry' or 'disappointed' version yet.

"Harry." She hissed.

"What are the other options?" He gave her a tired look. "Either my magic decides to change everything around me, or I exile myself from everything that has to do with magic? This happened when I was around Muggles too. It was slower, but it still happened."

"Pardon me for a moment." Dumbledore stood from his desk. "Fawkes, would you kindly take me to Amelia Bones' office?"

Harry didn't have time to question the statement. Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's outstretched arm. They disappeared in a flash of fire. Harry braced himself for a influx of magical energy. He let out a relieved breath when none came.

"Have you been around any other magical creatures?" Hermione's tone had shifted from worried to academic.

"Not that I can remember." Harry shook his head.

Fawkes and Dumbledore appeared in a flash before the conversation could progress. The Headmaster held a dark suitcase made of wood in his other hand. Tightly packed runes covered its surface.

"Come along." Dumbledore flashed his usual grandfatherly smile at them. "Poppy would be quite cross with me if I did this without her."

The trio headed to the Infirmary in silence. Dumbledore tried to put on a happy face. The tension in his movements and the way he carried the case betrayed his true feelings. Harry idly wondered what everyone else was doing. He hadn't seen Ron outside of class today and Tonks was probably teaching. It felt weird to be walking around the castle during classtime. He had spent many nights sneaking through the halls after dark, but this was different.

"Mister Potter." Madam Pomfrey gave him a wry smile. "I was wondering when I would see you."

"Not my fault." Harry replied.

"It never is." She sighed.

"Poppy." Dumbledore spoke up.

The Healer turned her attention to Dumbledore. Her eyes dropped to the case he held. A worried expression quickly morphed into one of anger.

"Why did you bring those here?" She asked.

Harry flinched. He had never heard her voice sound so hard.

"I'm sure you are aware of Harry's condition." Dumbledore set the case on a cot off to the side of the others.

"Of course." Madam Pomfrey nodded.

"Step back Miss Granger." Dumbledore said firmly. "Harry, wait until I give you the word to open it. Miss Granger and I need to move to a safe distance."

"From what?" Harry asked.

"This contains a set of manacles used to suppress a wizards magic." Dumbledore carefully set the case on his desk. "They are for criminals as they stand trial. On most wizards it would restrain their power to the level of a child. This is one of the few options I can think of taking your current strength and your continued growth."

Harry stared at the Headmaster with a blank expression.

"None of that, my boy." Dumbledore let out a forced chuckle. "This is a temporary measure. If it works as I expect then we can commission a special set for you."

Harry closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before he moved to the cot where the case rested. Hermione, Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey stood a good distance away from him. His friend was worried but intrigued. Dumbledore had his grandfatherly mask in place. Madam Pomfrey, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode.

"Go on." Dumbledore gave him a reassuring smile.

Harry opened the case. A set of think manacles made of silver were held snuggly by what looked to be a velvet mold. They were bulky handcuffs. The kind he imagined could be found in a castle dungeon. Fitting, considering Hogwarts was a castle. Similar to the case, the manacles were packed tightly with lines of runes.

He shot a questioning look to Dumbledore.

"They will not fully activate until they are latched." The Headmaster explained.

Harry sighed as he picked up one and closed it on his wrist, then repeated the process. He stumbled forward. Thankfully the cot was there to break his fall.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

She sprinted over to check on him before either Dumbledore or Madam Pomfrey could say anything. Harry rolled over onto his back. His vision swam as Hermione came into focus.

"Are you ok?" Hermione's voice came out so fast it was almost one word. "How many fingers am I holding up? What's your name? Can you tell me where you are?"

"Easy, Mione." Harry chuckled. "It was just a shock. I'm fine."

Hermione slapped him on the chest, then captured him in a tight hug.

"How do you feel, my boy?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's like I had a headache for so long I forgot how it felt to be normal." Harry held up the manacles. "Now it's gone. Well, not gone, but less."

"Excellent." Dumbledore gave a genuine smile. "Miss Granger, would you kindly cast a spell."

Hermione slowly released Harry. She cleared her throat and drew her wand. Harry yelped as her stinging hex hit his foot.

"Ow!" Harry laughed through the pain. "What was that for?"

"How did it feel?" Dumbledore asked.

"It stung." Harry wiggled his foot.

"How did it feel when she cast the spell?" Dumbledore clarified.

"It didn't feel like anything." Harry shrugged. A wide smile crossed his face as he realized what he had just said. "Thank you, professor."

"This is a temporary solution, Harry." Dumbledore cautioned. "A starting point. The manacles cannot be worn for an extended amount of time without causing permanent damage. I will speak with an enchanter that I know to make you something that should work for a longer period of time. As well as being more comfortable."

"It's a start." Harry smiled.