It took Harry a moment but he realised exactly what was going on, he was somehow reading their minds, he had somehow learnt legilimency, the art of 'mind reading', and the exact opposite of occlumency, the art of protecting your mind. Andromeda had been teaching Harry occlumency ever since he had first started living at the Tonks family home. Andromeda, along with all members of the Black family, had been taught it since they were children. The art not only helped protect your mind but was also able to help a person deal with their emotions and increase their memory recall, thinking speed and just about every other mind related thing.
Harry had been a natural at the art, much to his and Andromeda's delight, it also helped that Harry had a familiar. Those with knowledge in the mind arts knew that wizards and witches with familiars were more resistant to mental intrusions thanks to their connections with their animals, now that Harry had two he had twice the resistance plus all the stuff he had learnt from Andromeda. But that didn't answer the question of how he suddenly had learnt legilimency, Andromeda hadn't taught him that yet.
It took a few moments of silence - in which Tracey and Daphne were giving him concerned looks due to how quiet and still he was being - when the answer hit him like a ton of bricks. If Voldemort had known about legilimency then he would have most definitely done his best to master it, he would probably be one of the best in the world at the art. Now that Harry thought about it, he remembered Voldemort mentioning that he could teach the mind arts to Harry. During the ritual Harry had willingly given his blood, he wasn't sure if there would be any affects because of that but...but now...
Daphne, Tracey and both of Harry's familiars were more than surprised when Harry suddenly started laughing, not a small laugh either, a large and undeniably happy laugh.
"Miss Davis, Miss Greengrass!" Madam Pomfrey hissed as she rushed over. "I specifically said not to disturb Mr Potter's rest, what is happening? I...Mr Potter, get back in bed!" She added when Harry threw the bed covers off after picking up Jet, he placed both of his familiars on the bed before he stood up and took his wand. He saw some of his clothes laid out an empty bed next to his, they were a simply pair of blue jeans and a grey shirt. Harry performed a switching spell, swapping out his Hogwarts hospital clothes for his own. "Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey quickly said when Harry began putting his shoes and socks on. "you need to stay here and rest."
"I'm tired of resting," Harry said as he picked up his familiars once he was ready, Jet curled around one of his arms while Thor chirped happily from his position on Harry's shoulders. "now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to the student population." Harry said before he paused and looked at Daphne and Tracey. "Thank you, thank you both. You were right, I'm not weak, and I'm only getting stronger." He said in a sincere voice before he turned and walked out of the hospital wing at a fast pace with Madam Pomfrey following after him, Daphne and Tracey exchanged confused looks but quickly followed.
The great hall suddenly went very silent when the doors opened and Harry Potter calmly walked in with both of his familiars riding atop of him, Madam Pomfrey was following after him and insisting that he stop and return to the hospital wing while Tracey and Daphne had stopped by the Slytherin table, standing behind Angela so they could watch what was going to happen.
Harry walked on top of the stage where Dumbledore was stood, it looked like the old headmaster was about to make a speech.
"Excuse me." Harry said in a polite voice as he gently placed a hand on Dumbledore's chest and pushed until the headmaster had taken several steps back, Dumbledore's eyebrows had risen up but to his credit he didn't say anything and merely gestured Harry to continue once he was far enough away.
"Potter," Snape spoke up. "what are you doing?"
"Look, I am not really in a great mood right now, I'm kind of trigger happy at the moment and I have something very important that I need to do. So please, for the love of Merlin, just be quiet for the next five minutes." Harry said in an irritated voice before he cast a sound amplification spell so everyone could hear him. Unfortunately Snape focused more on Harry's tone of voice, rather than his words.
"Potter!" Snape barked. "You arrogant brat, watch your tone, get down and..."
"OH SHUT UP!" Harry shouted as he turned and glared at Snape, the entire hall was now deathly silent. "You are so fucking pathetic! You clearly hadn't finished your education if you're still not able to understand that a boy is not an exact copy of his father! I would have thought all of the stuff I've done throughout all of the years here was proof enough but your either deaf and blind or wilfully ignorant! I don't know what my father did to you, maybe he bullied you or refused to take you to the ball or rejected you because of your stupid hair but I am not him! I've tried for years to be a behaved student but you can't seem to alternate between restrained hatred and completely ignoring me! You're a fucking grown man teaching at a premier school! Would you grow up?! James Potter is dead now, he was dead thirteen years ago and he is dead for the rest of his life! GET OVER IT!" Harry finished before casting a throat soothing charm on himself. "I did warn him." Harry quietly added to the other teachers before they could tell him off. Harry turned to the students who were divided between looking at him like he was a madman and staring at him like he was a hero.
"Listen up," Harry spoke up. "I claimed that Voldemort had returned." Harry said, ignoring everyone's flinches. "I said so right before passing out and being taken to the hospital wing. You all know how strong I am, so you might want to think about how odd it was for me to be so beaten up. While I was there I was treated for bruises, cuts, a piercing hex to the midsection and repeated exposure to the cruciatus curse. Is that right Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked her, all eyes in the hall turned to look at her.
"It is," She frowned. "but those were only some of the things I had to fix." She said, many gasped, the students in the hall began whispering to each other.
"Lovely," Harry said in a dry voice before continuing to speak to the rest of the hall. "despite my word and my injuries, the Minister of Magic has refused to even investigate my claim. He's buried his double chinned head into the sand because he's too scared of the possibility that Voldemort is back. Some of you may not believe me, you might think I'm a lying fraud who is desperate for attention, in that case have fun with your beliefs. Think about this, if I'm wrong then nothing beyond some panicking, unneeded preparations and worrying will happen before everything dies down. But if I'm right? Then what happens? I'm willing to submit memories, swear oaths and even take truth serum to prove my claims. Believe me or don't, that's up to you, just don't come crying to me if Voldemort or his goons show up in your house at night.
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