Harry's POV
Unaware of McGonagall's less than nice thoughts, the gang happily chatted and laughed as they finished their meal. When they were full and reenergized, they decided to call it a night. All of them, bar Harry and the twins, would meditate on what kind of animal they were. Since they were now all proficient in Occlumency it should be easy, right?
When they separated, and went to bed, Harry dropped into his mindscape and talked to Picard. "So, I talk to Sirius and he said to give the… horcrux to him and he'd deal with it. Or he'd find someone who could. I'm just glad it is one less thing on my plate," he said casually as he sat in his chair. "I mean I could destroy it, but then we'd never know if there were more. So, I'm going to let those that know about this stuff deal with it." He shrugged it off as not a big thing. He had faith in his godfather, which is more than he could say for the rest of the adults in his life.
"That sound like a reasonable solution. You are probably correct in thinking that the Dark Lord made more. From the analysis that we have run on the stories of your years at this school, we are sure that the diary in your second year was one as well," the Captain stated, looking at something on his handheld.
"Yeah, I figured. I told Sirius that as well. I wonder how many times one can split their soul. No wonder the bastard is batshit crazy," the teen said with a look of disgust on his face.
"Nevertheless, it is now dealt with. We have a few more important things to worry about. I have the report from the science team about your own… horcrux. They have examined it and now know how to remove it. They are ready to begin whenever you are. We were simply waiting for you to relax, so that we can proceed," Picard said, handing over the handheld. He was ready to get that soul piece out of his… creator.
"Why do you need me to relax? Is it going to hurt?" the wary teen asked. He had no idea how well he dealt with pain. From what he had been told, he handled it quite well, but since he'd been back he hadn't tested that.
"We do not know. This is uncharted territory for us. If you recall we only know as much as you do, though we can expand on your knowledge, it is only as much as you allow. We are your mind, after all. At any rate, the crew do not believe you will feel anything. However, it may need your support, hence the need for your complete relaxation," the bald man stated as he pushed a few buttons on the arm of his chair. "It might be best if you go to sickbay where Dr. McCoy can monitor you," Picard suggested pointedly.
"Right, okay, sounds like a plan," Harry said as he stood and made his way to the lift. He nervously played with the hem of his shirt as he waited to get to the sickbay. This was a completely new experience for him, and as much as he was confident that he could handle it, he was still concerned about the pain. The music playing did nothing to calm his nerves as the lift drew nearer. Soon enough he was at his destination.
"Change in to these," Bones said, handing him some hospital scrubs. "They'll be far more comfortable than your jeans. When, you're done, hop up on the biobed and we'll get started. Make sure you keep all your magical items on the other side of the screen."
"Right," the dark-haired teen said and went behind the screen and changed. Minutes later, he was laying on the bed. His hands were in fists as he looked at the doctor. "I'm ready."
"Just relax, Harry, we're just going to keep a close watch on you," the older man said, pushing a few buttons on the bed, which then had a glass like dome slide over the surface, incasing Harry inside. "I don't want anything to interfere with the monitors, so you need to clear your mind as much as possible." He took out his medical tricorder and passed it over the teen a few times to get a baseline. "This will be done in no time, and then you can get back to dreaming about naked girls dancing in the moonlight," the man teased to lighten the mood.
"Right," the dark-haired wizard said, thinking that maybe he'd think of those girls now. It would help him relax. While he fantasized, soothing music started to play, and a fine lavender smelling mist filled the air in the dome, making Harry relax further. He smiled at the scenes playing in his mind and drifted off into a heavy meditation. The girls disappeared, and his core came into view. That sight always made him relax. To know that he had this much magic at his disposal was a calming thought. He knew that no matter what, he had this to back him up.
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