Published at 30th of November 2019 10:41 pm

Chapter 80: Diadem's overuse

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Hours upon hours passed quietly as they continued to work and by the time the sun started to rise, Harry had already copied some of the most important books that she had thought would help him in his pursuit of learning Human transfiguration.

Frankly, the amount power that Harry held and the ease with which he performed magic never stopped surprising her.

And she could only hope that one day, she'll be able to become as good as him and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

But till then.

She concentrated her will and intent and started depositing all the copied medical books properly inside the small box that they had brought along with themselves.

The books they had copied would probably keep her occupied for a whole year or two if she even understood their contents but she knew all too well that Harry would probably finish all of them by the end of the month.

She never understood how he read those books so fast and how he retained everything that he ever read but she was always envious of that ability of his.

Perhaps it had to do with one of the secrets that he always talked about.

Maybe he'll tell her one day.

She could only hope.

As the sun started to rise and her eyes begin to burn with it's brightness, Harry came to her and waved his wand at her once again and then everything went back to it's normal brightness.

"We're done here." He said with a smile and pocketed the box that was now filled with hundreds of books with advanced medical knowledge.

Then he gave her his elbow which she held onto for dear life and after a very uncomfortable moment in which she felt like she was being squeezed through a small pipe, they were standing in Hogsmeade.

She wondered when she would be able to learn apparition. Because despite it being a very uncomfortable mode of transport, it was also very time saving.

From Hogsmeade, they took one of the many secret passageways going inside Hogwarts and within half an hour, she was standing in front of the Gryffindor girls' common room.

"Thank you for the glorious adventure." She said teasingly and got a chuckle in return "And thanks for escorting me back. That was kind of you."

He simply gave a warm smile and a nod in return and she yawned.

They had been working all night long and she now felt more tired then ever. Such a pity that she couldn't skip her classes like him.

He must have noticed her discomfort because she suddenly came across a cotton like invisible wall that stopped her from going forward.

She turned to looked at him and asked "What?"

"Come here." He said.

"What for?" she asked.

"Just come here you lazy bum."

"You… just did not call me a Lazy Bum." She said with mock anger but went toward him anyway.

"Come closer." He said and she did.

And when they were standing face to face, he took his time turner from his pocket. No wait…

It was not his tie turner.

Or at least the one that he used on a regular basis.

She gazed at him with accusing eyes and said "You had one more time turner?"

"Two." He said in a smug voice "I have two more time turners. 3 in total."

"And you didn't told me about it before because?" she said and folder her hands, giving him the 'look' and waiting for his explanation.

"You never asked." He said with a shrug.

'The Look' intensified and he held on for a few seconds before he sighed and answered "And your occlumency shields were not powerful enough at that time. If someone found out that I had been using time turners then the Deparment of Ministry would come and definitely take it away from me. If that happened, then I didn't wanted to lose all of my time turners at once."

Hmm… That explanation made sense.

But that didn't meant that her anger was abated in the least.

"You'll make it up to me?"

"I'll make it up to you." He said with a sincere smile and her anger melted away at last.

She found it hard to remain angry at him when he smiled at her like that and that weakness only served to irritate her even more.

Then he wrapped the chain around her neck and after five turns, they were back in time around 11 at night and now she would finally able to get the beauty sleep that she wanted.

Though the fact that she would be able to use three time turners to study even more exited her too much to get a good enough sleep anymore.

"I'm going to sleep then. Good night." She said and turned to leave but was stopped as a pair of arms wrapped around her and she froze.

He was hugging her from behind.

And the action seemed… intimate.

"Good night." He whispered in her ears and the next moment, she felt her lips touch upon her cheeks and her frozen form stiffened even further.

By the time she came back to her senses, he had already left.

She touched her cheeks and wondered if 'that', had actually happened

If the Harry Potter, the genius of the millennia had actually just kissed her. Her, the bookworm, the beaver face, the bucktooth, the bushy hair, the know-it-all or if all that had been just a figment of imagination of her sleep addled brain.

She turned to the stairs and stumbled up to her room all the while holding the cheek where she had felt his lips.

And as she opened the door and looked at the her bed, she knew that she would not be able to sleep this night.

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Harry closed the book the kept it back on the table before rubbing his head in order to soothe the searing headache that was beginning to form in his head from the overuse of the Diadem.

It was foolish of him to continue reading those books even after the headache start to form. If he had, then the headache would have be cured after a few hours.

Now he probably would not be able to use the diadem for a few days.

Such a pity as those books were rather interesting as well. And full of knowledge. So much knowledge that he was not able to stop himself when he should have.

He clutched his head and tried to remember where he kept the pepper up potion but the searing pain in his head made him realize that he should probably not think about anything right now.

"Bitty" he called through the headache.

"Bitty is… oh master Harry Potter Sir. What happened to you?" she asked with concern but her words fell like hammer in his ears.

He wondered if this is was hangover felt like.

"Bitty. Pepper up potion." He managed to say before he fell from the chair.

He could distantly hear the little house elf panicking over his fallen form before she apparated away, only to apparate back the very next second with a bottle in her hand.

"Master bes drinking Pepper up potion and bad headache be going away." He heard her say before the liquid that tasted like a used week old socks entered his mouth and went into his stomach.

He kept clutching his head for the next few moments before the potion start to show it's miraculous effects and the headache lessened in intensity.

He drowsily stood up from the ground and sat back on the chair, his eyes falling on the diadem discarded on the table.

Jesus, he didn't even wanted to look at that thing anytime soon.

He pushed it inside the purse and took out the Pepper up potion from inside it and drank it as well, lessening his headache even more though the drowsiness increased in return.

He was warned by the person who sold these potions to him to never drink more than two pepper up potion so he didn't even thought about taking out another vial of it from his purse.

That would be just stupid and he was already feeling stupid enough as it was.

Still, the time he spent over the last 12-14 hours going over the books was not was waste. Not at all.

In fact, during those hours, he probably learned more about human bodies than he did in either of his lives.

In fact, it was hard for him to believe how ignorant he was about all this stuff.

It was truly a wonder that any of his experiments ever succeeded because for all intents and purposes, they shouldn't have. But that was magic for you.

That thought made him feel inadequate as he left that most of his successes were nothing but a fluke.

But at the same time, such a thought brought up new possibilities as well.

Because now he knew that now he should be able to do things that normally shouldn't have been possible according to the medical science.

For example, until now he was simply thinking about using the human transfiguration to take his senses to a superhuman level and make himself stronger and faster.

But now. Now it seemed like he had a whole new world opened to him.

Now he could do so much more.

He could transfigure his back into wings and fly.

He could grow eyes around his head to see at 360 degree. It won't look pretty, sure. But could use that transfiguration during a fight and it would give him an enormous advantage when dueling against a group.

He could grow additional arms and… do something with them.

He could change his whole skin to resemble that of a dragon or a basilisk and gain magical resistance without even using his robes.

He could transfigure his kidneys so that none of the poison in the world would effect him.

He could transfigure his tear ducts into that of a Phoenix and cry tears with healing properties. This particular experiment would probably not work but it would be worth a try.

The point was, there was so much for him to do.

And he was simply sitting on his chair and wasting precious time while he should be down there, experimenting.

He rose up from the chair but was suddenly hit with intense drowsiness and fell to the ground with a thud. Thankfully, he had charmed the floor to act like a cushion or be would be sporting a broken nose right now.

Maybe the experiments could wait until he gets some rest.

With those thoughts, he lost his consciousness and went into dreamland.

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