7 Chapter 4
"Mr. Potter! are you alright there?" Ms. Roemmele asked, seeming uncharacteristically relieved to see him.
Unable to form words in his confused state, he simply nodded. One of the men; the younger one; walked over to him and waved his stick over Harry's head, muttering inaudibly, before he turned to Ms. Roemmele and nodded.
"Good," the older man said gruffly,"We were about to head out and look for you. Figured the attacker would try and come for you next after he missed you this time."
Harry's eyes widened. "Me!" he half-screamed half-squeaked, "This was supposed to happen to me?!"
"Sully! You are out of line!" Ms. Roemmele angrily snapped at the older man, but Harry was having none of it. He had stayed quiet long enough, and today's bizarre events were starting to wear thin on his patience.
"Now hold on a second. What is going on here? What happened to Gordon? Who are these people? And who is after me?"
"Calm down Harry," the younger man said, "Sully was just kidding. No one is after you. Your friend will be just fine in just a moment. You don't have to worry at all."
"Fine?!" Harry said incredulously, looking at the deep cuts littered across Gordon's still, unmoving body. "From what angle does that look fine to you sickos!"
Ms. Roemmele had had enough. "Mr. Potter! That will be enough out of you. If you want to see your friend live, you will be quiet and let us heal him. If not, then you are free to do whatever you want, but I swear in the name of all that is holy that if you act out while I am trying to save this boy's life, I will have your hide."
That did the trick.
Harry stopped, and hesitantly nodded. With a curt tip of her head, Ms. Roemmele turned around and dropped to her knees, pulling out that strange stick from her pocket and waving it over Gordon's body. Harry watched with wide eyes as the muscle and sinew restitched itself and the skin slowly closed over all the cuts on his body, utterly fascinated and terrified at the exact same time.
Behind them, the two men were having a conversation of their own.
"How in the world did he see us? Didn't your Confundus work right?"
"It worked perfectly. He shouldn't be able to see us right now. I don't know what is happening."
"Must be something related to the protections. Or maybe accidental magic?"
Their murmurings continued, but Harry tuned them out. None of what they were talking about made sense to him anyway.
A few minutes later, with one final wave and flick of the stick, the tears in Gordon's clothes restitched themselves. Ms. Roemmele turned towards Harry and smiled at his gobsmacked look, before turning to Boris, the younger man, and saying, "Get the boys to their class. You know what to do."
Boris nodded, but Harry was having none of it.
"Hold on a minute. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened here and how you are able to do all those things and heal Gordon like that."
Boris sighed, before kneeling down to look Harry in the eyes.
"Harry. I know you are confused and I know you are scared, but I need you to come with me. All you need to know right now is that a bad man attacked your friend, and we will catch him in no time. Your friend will be just fine. He was treated by one of the Auror's best. Soon it will be like none of this ever happened. I promise."
Harry was about ask something, but he hesitated. He was well aware that they were humoring him, and that if they wanted, they could knock him out and make him do what they wanted easily. Knowing the futility of his situation, he nodded. Boris smiled, before getting up to his feet and picking Gordon up onto his shoulder.
"Best not to Levitate him while I'm maintaining the Confundus eh?" he said, and Harry nodded, despite having no idea what he was talking about.
As they walked towards the school building, snippets of conversation floated towards them from behind.
"It will be like nothing happened," the older man scoffed, "Except that it won't. Potter will forget, sure, but this wasn't a message to him. It's a message to us. Someone managed to nearly kill him. Despite all of us and Dumbledore's protections, someone managed to get close enough for this to happen. Do you need more reason to realize that we should take the child back to our World? Screw the old man and his plans."
"It's not our choice to make," Harry heard Ms. Roemmele say just as they walked out of earshot.
Boris helped Harry up the stairs, down the long corridor, and into his classroom. Much to Harry's shock, when they walked into the fully in-swing class, none of the children or even the teacher seemed to even notice them. It was as if the three of them were invisible to the rest of the class. Boris took him and sat him down in his usual seat, which Harry realized with a chill that this stranger already knew, then sat Gordon down at his desk and positioned him as if he was sleeping before walking over to Harry and kneeling down next to him, strange stick in hand.
"Harry. I am going to do a simple little trick. It'll make you forget all of this. It'll be like all of this never happened. Would you like that?"
Not knowing what to say to the strange man with extraordinary and dangerous abilities that terrified him, Harry simply nodded. With a smile, the man pointed his stick at him and intoned, "Obliviate."
A blinding flash of light filled Harry's vision and simultaneously his head filled with pain, and when he regained his bearings, the man was gone.
He sat there, wide-eyed until a ping sounded in his ears.
Ping!
Quest Success!
You're late dunghead! Get to class on time!
Reward:
20xp
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Ping!
Quest Completed!
Find out what is going on.
Reward:
100xp
Harry almost scoffed out loud. He didn't have a shred of an idea about what was going on. The only thing he knew was that Gamer's Mind had probably just saved him from whatever this man had planned to do to his memories, and for that, he was grateful.
Harry then spent the rest of the day trying, and failing to pay attention in class. He could only think about all the strange things that had happened since this morning. His life was a game and his teacher was a cult psycho...it was a wild time. He had even pinched himself quite painfully a few times just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. By lunchtime, Harry was fed up with himself for overthinking the thing too much. So, he instead decided to focus on his next quest, intent on finding someone who knew a lot about video games.
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