Harry Potter and the Overload of Gen Z

Christmas

When Harry woke, he was greeted by blinding white light.

Who knew heaven was so... bland? Every single surface his eyes touched was pure white, so sterile, it was starting to hurt his eyes.

An hour later, at least what felt like and probably was an hour later, Harry had learnt many things.

He was not in heaven. He was in the hell called the Hospital Wing (or Pomfrey's Prison if you wanted a more accurate name in Harry's opinion)Potions were disgusting and he wouldn't be surprised if someone had added poison to themPomfrey was allergic to the words: "May I leave the Hospital Wing?"He had been out for apparently an entire week (that was a new record for him)

Long story short, his accidental magic had sprung up a super strong shield that Thanos snapped the bludger and prevented anyone from going near him. The intensity of the spike of magic on his untrained self had left him exhausted and caused him to blackout almost immediately, leaving him knocked out in a semi-comatose state.

Well, that explained the complete utter exhaustion racking his body and how he felt like complete utter shit with bedsores and lingering hints of nausea.

Despite his protests and many attempts to escape, Harry was forced to stay in Promfrey's Prison for another week, drowning under the heavy weight of his blankets.

But hey, his friends came to visit him and gave him chocolate! If he wasn't sleeping or drinking a disgusting potion, he was watching (illegally) downloaded movies he had on his phone. It was in the middle of watching rewatching How to Train Your Dragon for the nth time while munching on a bar of chocolate when Promfrey suddenly swept in, declared that he had recovered well enough, and that he was free to leave.

It was ever so lovely that it was just in time for the Hogwarts Express departing for the Christmas Holidays. He was going to Remus' place and Harry was excited.

(He hoped that Ron wouldn't be so alone without him or Hermione during the holidays.)

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Remus was a God.

Harry wondered how no one had even noticed the utter brilliance that was Remus Lupin. There needed to be a religion named after the man. Remusism? Lupinism? Moonyism? A church needed to be built. Shrines created. Worship to be done. Noble Prizes to be awarded. Screw that, Remus deserved to have a prize named after himself. The Remus Prize, awarded to #brill individuals.

The reason for Harry's praise: Remus had fixed his phone, completely.

It was rather simple Remus had told him. "The science behind how phones work is all muggle. Phones run on electricity. Data travels along radio frequencies. As you know, muggle science has laws that scientists have proposed over the years in an attempt to understand the universe. These laws aren't concrete, some are discarded and others are adapted as our understanding increases. But, these laws allow us to simplify the complex world around us into something we humans can comprehend. Like the muggle world, the magical world too has laws when it comes to magic. Magic is complex, its origins unknown, and there is always much more to learn about it. Why do some people have magic and others don't? Just what are the limits to magic?"

Remus let his questions hang in the air for a brief moment and took a quick sip of tea. "If I were to describe magic in simple terms, I'd say that magic defies order. Magic redefines the "laws" of the universe and reimagines our world into something new. Magic clashes with our primitive understanding of the world-physics, chemistry, you name it... once magic is entered into the equation, everything changes. That's why magic and muggle technology don't mix-they are their own mutually exclusive systems with their own laws. Think of it like oil and water-they can exist together within the same cup but they will not mix."