Makes Wonder Woman Bleed

"I'm only human," Harry said, shrugging.

"No you're not," Diana said.

Harry froze. Those three words, stated so simply, calmly and matter of factly raised a tidal wave dormant worries. He wasn't human anymore, how would that change him, what would he become, who was he now, none of this made sense!

If Charles Xavier, or indeed, any psychic had been present, they would have sensed a sudden, strong and undirected flare of psychic power.

As it was, it was noticed. Odin paid it little mind, knowing that Loki, who also sensed it, would investigate and bring it to his attention if needs be. Athena, the third to sense it, frowned. It was near where her niece was. Quickly, she summoned a guard and sent him to fetch her niece immediately.

"Stop it!"

Harry blinked back to reality at the sound of Diana's voice and saw, to his horror, that she was clutching her head in pain, and blood was dribbling from her nose.

"I… I didn't… what happened, I didn't mean," he began, confused and horrified.

Sif, acting swiftly, sat Diana down at the side of the corridor, and said briskly, "Cloth."

"What?"

"Conjure a cloth, Harry, or replicate one, it matters not," Sif said firmly, gently tilting Diana's head back.

Diana bit her lip, trying not to whimper with pain, and that sight snapped Harry back to reality. Fumbling with his wand, he tried a spell, but his wand hand was shaking too badly. He couldn't concentrate as the maelstrom of new worries wirled around his head.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, drawing on the techniques his uncle had taught him and the others for clearing and calming his mind. He imagined a diamond clear lake of fresh water, then focused on it to the exclusion of all else, letting it calm him and blot it all out.

As he did, Diana let out a sigh of relief, and stopped clutching her head, as if the pain had gone.

It was fast and a little rough, but a moment later, he was able get out the incantation to conjure a handkerchief. It was plain, small and dirty white, but Sif didn't mind, taking it and swiftly but gently wiping away the blood, then staunching the slowing trickle of blood as she supported

"I didn't mean –" Harry began, but Sif waved it away.

"I have seen such things before," she said quietly. "In your uncle, when he was little more than your age. Your magic manifested by accident uncontrolled and not of your will. None nearby would likely have even noticed it. However, Diana is an empath, and one young enough, I judge, not to have learned to build any great mental shields. Is that right?"

Diana gave a shaky nod. She seemed a little pale, but otherwise fine.

—- Chapter 31, Wider Worlds