"I Used To Think Of Myself One Way, But After This, I Am Something Else. And Still Me, I Think."
"The first step towards change is awareness. The second step is acceptance."
After everything Wanda Maximoff has gone through she truly thought that he...
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Once everyone has calmed down and realised Harry has not fallen to his death. All his friends get up from the stands and make their way down to him on the field. Ron and Hermione are the first ones that reach him laying still on the quidditch pitch. Wanda joins them soon after, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. Once she joins the group she can hear them praising his safe landing.
Hermione is crouched over his body whispering to Ron over her shoulder. "What do you think happened? There aren't any spells I know of that can stop someone from falling from that magnitude." Wanda stays silents waiting for Ron to answer. "I have no clue, Mione. But whoever did it probably just save his life." Wanda smiles to herself, then notices Harry start to move and wake up. They all kneel around him, making sure he is not seriously injured in anyway.
Harry sits up slowly and and coughs a few times making him sway where he sat. Wanda and Ron put their arms around him to help him balance while he regains his mobility. He beings looking around at his surrounds, then out of nowhere jumps as if he has just come out of a trance. "Harry what is wrong? What is it?" Wanda asks her voice filled with concern.
He looks to her, then down at his body as if he was studying it. He runs a hand down the front of his torso and shakes slightly. "I'm not sure, I just got this weird feeling all over my body. Almost as is for a moment of time, I wasn't in control." Wanda goes silent at his words and stares him dead in the eyes. Before she could avert anymore questioning Hermione speaks. "Do you remember anything Harry? Anything that could have possibly made you feel that way?"
Harry gazes into the distance for a moment before answering. "I don't remember much." He trails off for a moment, thinking. "There were dementors, that's what made me fall of my broom." Everyone nods and waits for him to continue. "The rest is a blur...except." Ron looks at him in question. "Except for what Harry?"
He put his head in his hands and sighs. "I know this sounds weird, but I didn't feel anything happen to my body, it felt more like being hypnotised. I also remember seeing Red, but not fully. Only little wisp of red." Wanda goes slightly pale at the mention of this and hopes that none of them put two and two together, that was all blown to bits when Harry spoke again.
"Wanda, It was almost like the red magic that comes out of your wand." He spoke loudly. Ron and Hermione both shoot her a look of confusion and question. She stays quiet for a few more seconds trying to think of something to say. Pushing the nervousness away she looks to her friends and gives them a big smile, then looks back down to Harry. "Now Harry, how hard did you hit your head?" She questions with a breathy laugh.
He looks to the girl with a raised brow, but does not push it any further. He puts on a fake smile and half heartedly chuckles. "Probably harder than I thought. I should probably go to Madam Pomfrey to see." Wanda inwardly sighs in relief and nods her head, helping him get onto his feet. She hopes that the conversation will now be dropped, but things can never go the way Wanda plans.
