When Harry was completely in the zone, the science crew got busy. They worked for hours doing the delicate work of removing the soul piece from the scar. They contained as they went, shoving the tentacles in the construct they formed. Just as ordered it was a magical container that happened to look like a rubber ball. Its walls were fortified with scientific and magical force-fields, mostly magical. There was no way this horcrux was getting out. If it tried, it would bounce around the inside of the ball for hours? Days? Months? Years? or perhaps until it died. They were unsure if it could stop itself. However, they were hopeful that it would be too damaged be of any good to the Dork Idiot.
Dr. McCoy kept an eye on his patient, who seemed to be helping the crew along. He was concerned about Harry's state of mind. What did it take for someone to come up with such a realistic mind-palace? Just how awful were those memories? And when he got them back, would they cause such stress that he and the Enterprise disappear? These were very real concerns held by all the crew, which was the reason why the away team was taking their time in returning the memories. They wanted to get it right, and not traumatize the teen.
As Bones watched, recorded and fretted, Harry's eyes moved as if he were watching something, and every now and then his fingers would twitch like he was reaching for an object. His heart rate would increase and then decrease, if the removal was close to the brain. Then he would stabilize, and the team would move on to the next strand.
The horcrux continued to fight, but it was weak now that it wasn't attached to Harry's magic. The emotions that were rolling off it were fear and anger. Over and over again it would attempt to reconnect to the boy's magic, soul, or brain. Anything to prevent it from dying. Electric shocks, from a large stick like weapon, kept it at bay. The crew was very careful not to touch any of Harry's anatomy.
It was early morning when they were done. It seemed a good thing they removed the leech, the boy was much healthier than when they started. After running his reports, Bones woke Harry. "You're fit as a fiddle. Get dressed, then you should go to the bridge. The Captain is waiting for you," the tired man said as he helped his patient up.
"Great," Harry said as he jumped off the bed, and changed his clothes. He grabbed all his stuff and put them in their proper places. He felt better knowing that his things were back on his body, even if he was in his own mind. His mind was clear, and he was feeling better than he had in a long time. He had no idea the parasite was draining his energy so badly, but now that it was gone he felt he could take on the world. He went to the turbo lifts and made his way to the bridge.
"Any news?" he asked Picard, looking at the darkness that was his brain. He wondered if he should make stars again, since the first ones were his memories, which were now in the databank. He shrugged, waved his hand, and the outside lit up with a multitude of bright twinkling lights.
"The science team should return in a few hours. They did not want to transport the… pod since they were unsure as to what effect it would have on the magical containment," the bald man said from his chair. He punched a few buttons and looked at Harry. "They will be back soon enough, until then perhaps I can interest you in a game of Raumschach."
"Sure, but you'll have to teach me. I'm pants at chess, so I don't expect to be much better at this," Harry stated looking at the three-dimensional board. It was weird that part of his mind knew something he didn't, or maybe he did, and he was simply remembering it. Still, weird. As they played, the teen broke out with a huge yawn. Sure, he felt great physically, but mentally he was exhausted.
While the teen was being beaten soundly at the game, the science team arrived.
"Here you go, sir," the red shirted person said, handing Harry the ball.
"Thanks, you guys were great. Well, I'm off to dreamland. Ladies, here I come," the teen said and put his words to action, visions of naked ladies dancing in the moonlight filled his vision, and he was content. Now that he didn't have that vile thing in his head, his dreams were much smoother. He danced and played the rest of the morning, waking in a very good mood.
After getting dressed, Harry bound down the stairs with a smile radiating on his face. Even though he got to sleep late, he woke early and he felt great. Not to mention the wonderful feeling he had from his dreams. He only hoped that mood lasted.
In his TARDIS pocket was a pink rubber ball, which he was sure was screaming in fear and anger. Just to be vindictive, he threw it at the walls a few times as he made his way across the common room. He chuckled at the thought that the soul piece was being bounced around in there. Served it right for making him sick all these years. He'd give it to Padfoot today while the others were in class.
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