Note: Don't own Harry Potter.

And for those who are curious why Harry can't go back to the Wizarding world, would be Bad memories would hit him faster then good ones, and it'd cause a lot of trama, possibly loss of all memory return if it hits him too fast. And we wouldn't want that, now would we? Thought not. :D

xxProloguexx

The dorm was silent, nothing stirred. The faintest sound was only of a boy breathing deeply, and an occasional shifting of his head. The moon outside the window cast shadows in the dark dorm. An owl passed in front of the large mullein window, its white feathers looking silver in the pail moon. Suddenly, with a bang like a cannon the door shot open. The boy still slept soundly as six people walked in. Four of which had flaming red hair, one with brown bushy haired and the other with grey hair. The oldest of them pulled out a wand and waved it conjuring up six chairs for the to sit in. They all took there time at settling themselves in. Eventually they all did so. The red head girl and the brunet began whispering.

"Don't worry, Harry won't wake. Madam Pomfry gave him a sleeping potion so he could get some rest." The woman said to the two girls. They nodded and were quiet for a short time before-

"Professor McGonagall, What's going to happen to him?" the young redhead asked.

"That is why I have you all here, because you are really the only family Harry counted as the one he belonged to." They nodded. "We need to discuss Harry's options." The Professor finished.

"Options? Clearly he can just stay with us right?" The young girl said.

"No, I'm afraid he can't, and Yes, Ginny, options. Unbelievable as it may be, Harry has options. As you might have found out, Harry has lost his memory." They nodded again," Harry can either go live with his aunt and uncle again, or we can put him in an orphanage. Either way he will not live with you or know who you are, it would be to much for him at the moment. " McGonagall said, staring at them all with sorrow carved on her sharp features.

A boy with red hair looked up his expression etched with the deepest sadness, his eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks blotchy, he had been crying previously. "Professor, is-is there any chance that he might start to know us sometime in the future?" he asked.

McGonagall shrugged and said, " I don' know yet, Ronald." he nodded looking back down at his hands. "But I'm hoping you will try to meat up with him." she tried to smile, but failed. Ron nodded. "So. I want to hear your opinions on the subject where Harry's supposed to go. Hermione, you may go first."

The bushy haired girl looked at the professor, then nodded and said," I knew he hated his aunt and uncles house, so my opinion is for Harry to go to an orphanage." Professor McGonagall nodded and motioned for Ron to state his opinion.

"I agree with Hermione, anyway, his aunt and uncle would freak if they had to take Harry back after they thought he was gone for good only to find out that he had to come back for at least another half a year, even if they did, they wouldn't allow him to come outside..." Ron trailed off. McGonagall looked and him making sure he had finished.

"Fred, you can go next..." She said to the older redhead boy.

"I-I agree..." Fred stated shortly.

"molly?" asked McGonagall. the older red head woman nodded. "Ginny?"

"Well, even if I said his aunt and uncle, it wouldn't have made a difference. I choose the orphanage." she said. Professor McGonagall. Form behind the door opened, revealing a mop of every blond hair, a boy stood in the doorway. Everybody turned to look at him.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy." Minerva said. she beckoned him to come in. She shuffled his feet, then walked over to the newly conjured seat. He sat. His face was pail and he looked wary. He looked down at his feet.

"H-hi..." The boy said. The looked at each other, expecting more than a 'hi', but then he said, "I heard about Harry. Have you found out who did it yet?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HAVE WE FOUND THE PERSON WHO DID IT YET?' YOU ANT POSSIBLEY THINK WE'D BELIEVE YOUR SHIT?" Ginny screeched at him. He flinched.

"Please Mrs. Weasley, keep your head on! I have already talked to him, gave him veritasearum. He didn't do it." Ginny glared at him as she finished, and nodded when she heard the last part. Then, without warning, Ginny burst into tears.

"It-wont-be-the-same-without-Harry-" she sobbed. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny.

"No, it wont Ginny, but we'll meet him again someday. Then we'll make him into the same old Harry..." Hermione tried to re-assure her, but Ginny still continued to sob into Hermione's shoulder. From that moment forward, nothing would ever be the same to Ginny Weasley, not until Harry came back into her sorrow filled life, if he came back into her life...

END PROLOUGE!

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