The Power He Knows Not

by wemcall

This is a What-If Story. What if A young Harry Potter somehow gained knowledge from the Horcrux inside his head. What would he do with the knowledge that he gained, and what changes would happen in his world. My very first story, so please be kind (but Accurate) with any reviews. I have no Beta, so please bear with me.

1. Chapter 1

The Power He Knows Not

Chapter 1

"Get up Boy!" Harry groaned softly to himself, but knew better than to complain out loud. No need to get his relatives on his case any more than they already had been this week. Harry hurried out of the cupboard to see what his Aunt Petunia wanted.

"Boy, Vernon and Dudley are both hungry. Fix breakfast and get out of our sight." Within five minutes, Harry had their eggs, bacon, and toast ready, along with Uncle Vernon's mandatory morning cup of coffee. Harry knew better than to try and fix himself anything for breakfast. Of course, he mused to himself, he also knew better than to expect any kind of thanks for his hard work. After Harry finished fixing breakfast for the two Dursley men, he eagerly rushed back to his cupboard to get ready for school.

Harry had just started kindergarten a few weeks previously and while he did not like the 2 kilometer walk, he loved school. After all, the people at the school did not hit him, yell at him, or even make him do chores. He thought back to a few days before, when his teacher, a beautiful young lady named Miss Foster had kept him after school. She talked to him for a few minutes about Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and then took him to a department store. She bought him some shirts, pants and even some shoes that actually fit! Afterwards, she took him to see a friend of hers that was an optometrist. After a short conversation, the kindly gentleman gave him an eye exam and then gave him his first pair of glasses.

Harry was worried by this time; he knew that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would be furious over his being so late getting home from school. He was correct in his assumption, for as soon as he walked in the door, both his Aunt and Uncle started screaming at him for being so late, as well as accusing him of stealing all of the things that Miss Foster had bought for him.

Miss Foster had walked him to his door and could not help but hear everything that was said to him. Before that moment, Miss Foster had made the erroneous assumption that his family was simply unable to buy him the stuff that she had bought for him. She was not going to say anything to the Dursleys, after all, she reasoned, they could not help it if they were unable to afford necessities for their children.

However, after she heard all of the things that they screamed at him, she knew that this was not the case. She realized that she had misread the situation and had caused Harry more problems. She became enraged and walked into the house without bothering to knock.

Vernon jumped as he heard the door slam open. He turned around screaming, "Just who do you think you are to barge into my house like this?" He would have said more, but he noticed the look of utter fury on Miss Foster's face and wisely decided to shut up.

Miss Foster managed to cover up most of the fury she was feeling at that moment and politely asked Harry if he would go out back for a few minutes so she could talk to his family. He ran out back as fast as he could. Harry tried not to listen to the conversation, but could not help but hear some of it, mostly just individual words that Miss Foster seemed to be yelling. Words like malnourished, bruised, rags, and JAIL! That last one was really easy for Harry to hear for some reason. Finally, Miss Foster came to the back door and asked him to come in. She walked with him to the front door and told him that if his family gave him any problems, that he was to come straight to her, when he got to school, and that she WOULD take care of it! For a minute, Harry was relieved; maybe the chores and pain from the beatings would stop.

As soon as she left the house and was gone from the driveway, however, Vernon grabbed him by the arm and threw him into the cupboard. At the time, Harry had thought that his arm had been broken. He had never had pain that bad before. But after about a minute in the cupboard, his arm started feeling really warm and stopped hurting. He soon started feeling very sleepy and forgot about pain in his arm.

Since that day, the Dursleys had not bothered him too much. Today, it appeared, would be different. "Be sure you come straight home after school," snapped Aunt Petunia. "You have a lot of chores to catch up on." Shaking the pleasant thoughts of Miss Foster, as well as the painful thoughts of Uncle Vernon out of his head, Harry started walking to school. If he hurried, he might be able to eat breakfast in the cafeteria. As he passed Mrs. Figgs house, Harry began to feel very cold. He walked a bit further on, but then stopped with a puzzled look on his face. Was that a woman screaming? And why did the voice sound so familiar? Harry looked back the way he had come and was terrified to see some...thing coming towards him. He could see that it was floating a foot or so off the ground. Harry could not see its face, but could feel the evil from whatever it was. He tried to run, but after about ten steps, his legs gave out on him. Harry blacked out for a few seconds and when he woke up, wanted more than anything to faint again. The thing was leaning over him and was pulling back his hood. He could hear his mother's (how did he know that was his mother?) voice screaming and the cold was unbearable. Finally Harry got his wish and lost consciousness again.

Chapter 2

Arabella Figg was in a major panic. She had just seen Harry Potter fall down outside and watched helplessly as a Dementor attacked the poor boy. When she saw a light flash between the Dementor and Harry, she finally managed to overcome her panic enough to run to her floo connection. The first thing she tried to do was fire-call Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She knew that Albus Dumbledore, who had sent her to live among the muggles in order to watch over Harry, would need to know what had happened, even if there was not much he could do about it.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore was at breakfast and her floo call went unanswered. She wanted to go through and find Dumbledore herself, but without someone to let her through, she could not. She thought she had seen the Dementor kiss Harry and knew that there was not much that Dumbledore could do, but she knew that he would want to know what had happened. Finally, after about ten minutes, Arabella gave up and called for an ambulance. She knew that the muggles could not do anything for Harry, but could not bear to leave his body lying in the street.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics could not find anything wrong with Harry other than he was unnaturally pale and completely unresponsive. Once they had left for the charity hospital with Harry, she tried to call Dumbledore again. This time she was in luck. He had just entered the room with a student.

When he saw her face in his fireplace Dumbledore smiled. "Arabella, this is a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you this morning?"

"Albus, you need to get over here right now!"

"What is the problem?" he replied. "Is someone bothering you, or is there another problem?"

Miss Figg replied sadly, "I can't tell you with your student present, Albus, but you need to get over here right now!"

Albus thought for a second, and then turned to the student. "Mr. Weasley, I hope you know better than to pull a prank like that again. Next time you will get detention with Professor Snape." He then continued in a softer tone, "Charlie, I need you to go to Professor McGonagall and let her know that I will be out of the castle for most of the day due to an emergency. I cannot stress enough that you do not need to tell anyone what you have heard, or that I have left the castle. Is that clear?"

Charlie was not sure what was going on, but knew that this was serious. He also knew that if his mother found out that he had opened his mouth and told things that the Headmaster had asked him to keep to himself; a howler from her would be the least of his worries. He soberly promised the headmaster that he would not say a word to anyone other than McGonagall. With that, he hurried out of the room to find the Professor.

After Charlie left, Dumbledore turned back to the fireplace and faced Mrs. Figg. "Arabella, what has happened?"

She started crying. "Sir, Harry was passing my house this morning and was attacked by a Dementor!"

Dumbledore ran to the other side of the room to check some instruments that he had set up in order to monitor Harry. What he saw alarmed him. The blood wards surrounding the Dursley home had shattered. The instrument that measured his health was melted. The final instrument, the one that allowed Dumbledore to track Harry, no matter where he was in the world was intact, but was not working at all.

Dumbledore ran back to the fireplace and told Mrs. Figg to stand back. Within seconds, he had come through and was standing in her living room. "Arabella, where is Harry now?"

She swallowed and took a deep breath. "Sir, they took him to Saint Dominic's." She paused for a moment, and then asked, "Albus is there any chance that he is ok?"

Albus replied gravely, "if my instruments are correct, then no, he is most likely dead. I will, however, need to make certain that this is the case. Can you show me where Saint Dominic's is located? I am not that good at finding my way through the muggle parts of London."

She agreed to do so, but then had a thought. "Albus, why don't you apparate there and save some time?"

Dumbledore replied, "I would, Arabella, but I have to know where a place is before I can apparate to it, and I must confess that I have no idea where Saint Dominic's is located."

Arabella did not know how to drive so she quickly made a call to a local cab company and within ten minutes, she and Dumbledore got to experience their first cab ride.

Chapter 3

While Arabella was trying to contact Dumbledore and get Harry some help, Harry was in a battle for his life. His soul had not been affected by the Dementor. Between the protections provided by his mothers sacrifice when he was a child, and the fact that the Horcrux implanted in the scar on his forehead was much easier for the Dementor to access, his soul was left alone for the moment. If the Dementor had been left alone, it would have made a quick snack of the Horcrux and then went back for his soul.

As it happened, the Dementor had just begun the process of absorbing the Horcrux when the protection provided by Harry's mother kicked in. This killed the Dementor, but by this time the Horcrux had been pulled free from the scar that housed it. The Horcrux knew that once it was pulled out of its housing, that it had to find a living soul to attach itself to within a few minutes or it would die. Of course, at this point, the closest soul within reach was Harry's.

When the Horcrux started to attack Harry, the protection kicked in for the final time. The ancient magic invoked by Harry's mother should have been much stronger than it was. If he had been raised in a loving home, the magic would have been strong enough that it would have killed the Dementor. The Horcrux within Harry's scar would not have lived more than a few days before being killed by the protections placed on Harry. His mother had put enough love into the ritual that Harry had been protected for close to five years based on her love alone. Petunia Dursley did not love her nephew and so there was no more power going into the ritual. This meant that the Horcrux, as long as it was dormant, was safe from the ritual that Lilly Potter had performed on Harry.

As it was, the attack by the Dementor, combined with the Horcrux trying to take over Harry's soul finally overcame the protection provided by Harry's mother. This left Harry to battle a severely weakened Horcrux on his own. Harry was still unconscious and had no way of fighting this battle even if he had been awake. Harry's soul had a major advantage in that it was intact. The fragment of soul that was trying to take over Harry's body and mind was still very strong. Voldemort, after all was a very powerful wizard, both mentally and magically. However, the soul fragment only had about one seventh of the power of the original soul and had been weakened by the Horcrux and the protection that Harry's mother had provided.

Overall, it took about three hours, but Harry's soul won the battle. This did not mean that the danger to Harry had passed. Now Harry had a different danger to worry about. The Horcrux contained over 50 years of Voldemort's memories, from the time of his birth, up to the moment that he tried to kill Harry. These memories did not dissipate, but moved into Harry's brain. The strain of receiving so many memories at one time would have driven most people insane. Despite the fact that Harry was only five, he was already mentally stronger than most people. Despite this mental fortitude, the shock of so many memories forcing their way into Harry's mind all at once knocked him out again. This time he stayed out.

Chapter 4

About an hour after Harry had been attacked by the Dementors, Dumbledore and Mrs. Figg arrived at the hospital. Mrs. Figg had to pay the driver as Dumbledore had no money that a muggle would accept (or even recognize for that matter.) They walked inside and Dumbledore walked up to the receptionist and tried to find out what room Harry was being treated in. Something in his manner must have made her suspicious, because she started asking him a lot of questions. He used his sleeve to hide his wand and quietly confunded the woman into telling him what room Harry was in without so many blasted questions.

They walked into the examination room and were immediately asked to leave by both doctors that were busy trying to figure out what was wrong with Harry. Dumbledore pulled his wand again, intending to use it to confund the doctors into letting Mrs. Figg and himself in the room, but the woman doctor surprised him.

"Use that wand, and fifty people will probably be dead within minutes!"

Dumbledore stopped in shock at the doctor's words. "How will using my wand hurt anyone, Doctor?"

"You are not in Hogwarts, Mr. Dumbledore" replied the doctor. "The electronics on the two floors above you are responsible for monitoring over seventy different patients. Another fifty or so are on machines that keep them alive. Your wand will disrupt the machines and kill most of the second group. Also, because of the other machines not working right, the nurses and doctors will not know that anything is wrong until it is too late to respond."

Dumbledore quickly put the wand away. "I used it downstairs to confund one of the receptionists" he said. "Could I have hurt someone down there?"

The doctor frowned in thought for a moment. "Maybe not, there are a lot of machines around there, but not as many patients. Up here, it would be a lot more dangerous to use your magic. Please refrain from using any magic until you leave!"

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, my dear; I have no wish to harm anyone. My main concern is young Harry here. We have to have him examined by our doctors as soon as possible.

At this the other doctor in the room interrupted them. "Excuse me, but this young man is not going anywhere. We are taking good care of him and no one from outside this hospital is going to examine him unless I clear it, or there is a court order taking him out of our custody. For that matter, what was that stick and how will using it mess up the electronics two floors above us?"

The first Doctor turned back to him. "John, do you remember that strange case we had about three years ago, the one with the guy that wore the robes and referred to us as muggles?"

John did not even have to think to remember what she was referring to, "The one where the guy disappeared a few days later without a trace, and half of the machines on the first floor went haywire for a couple of hours? What has that got to do with our patient, Jennifer?"

"Well, the reasons behind that man disappearing, the problems with Harry, and why that stick he was holding would cause problems, are connected in a way that I cannot explain. I told you then that I could not tell you what was going on, and unfortunately I can't say anything this time either."

John frowned, "I don't like it, but if I go along with things will it keep the hospitals machines from going haywire again?"

Jennifer smiled, "I think we can keep the mayhem to a minimum this time around John." She then turned to Dumbledore and Mrs. Figg. "What are we going to need to do to help Harry out, and how did one of the most famous wizards of our time end up in a muggle charity hospital?"

John interrupted "what do you mean, Wizard? Do you mean as in magic or…"

"Remember John, this is need to know information, and you do not need, or want to know what is going on" replied Jennifer with a small smile.

Dumbledore interrupted them, "Before we let you know what we need to do to help Harry out, I need to know what your connection to the wizarding world is Miss Jennifer. Obviously John is not a part of our world and needs to be obliviated of his memories, but you are a bit of a mystery. You obviously know about magic, but you never attended Hogwarts, of that I am certain."

At this John interrupted, "Hey, I may not know about your 'wizarding world' but I know enough Latin to make a good guess what obliviated means. I do not want to lose my memories!"

Jennifer took his hands, "John, I should have obliviated you years ago, but it would have seemed suspicious if you had no memory of the disappearing man, like everyone else did. I hoped you would just put it down to being a strange happening and not put much else thought into it. You are good at keeping secrets, so I guess we can forego the obliviation this time around. But I cannot stress enough the fact that we need to keep this to ourselves."

John nodded, "Okay Jennifer, I trust you! If you say we need to keep this quiet, then I will not say a word. At some point though, I want to know all about it. What you can tell me, that is.

John then turned to Dumbledore, "You heard Dr. Wright! What do we need to do to help the young man out?

Dumbledore smiled to himself, this was going far easier than he had anticipated. "First off, he said, I really am curious as to Jennifer… I mean Dr. Wright's connection to our world."

Jennifer spoke up, "I am a muggleborn witch from the United States. I moved here about three years ago with my husband, Nathan Potter. He died two years ago."

Dumbledore frowned, "Is he in any way related to the Potter family that was so prominent in England?"

"He never did go into details, replied Jennifer. "But I think he was a distant cousin. He moved to the United States for his studies, before the war with Voldemort began, and his parents made him stay there while Voldemort was still active. John, as you have guessed, is a muggle, but one that knows how to keep a secret.

Dumbledore nodded, "Good, I don't like to obliviate people! If he can keep the secret, then I see no reason to do so! He then continued, John, we need to move Harry to one of our facilities. He appears to have been attacked by one of our magical creatures and we need to determine if this is the case. If the Dementor was successful in its attack, there is nothing either of our worlds can do for him.

Jennifer asked rather fearfully, "what did you say got to him Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Please Mrs. Wright, call me Albus. As to the answer to your question, we think a Dementor got to him this morning on the way to school."

"Don't they take your soul and leave you unable to speak?" When he nodded, she continued, "I don't think they got him then sir as he was mumbling to himself a few minutes before you got here."

"Good!" He replied. "Then his soul is most likely intact. This makes it even more important that we get him to our facilities so that we can check him out. Any ideas as to how we can do so without using magic and raising too many questions?"

John replied to this, "A transfer to a specialty hospital would not raise too many questions, especially if we had a family member sign for him to go. That would prevent questions later if family showed up looking for him."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and replied, "Can you set the paperwork up for us John, and make the papers out saying that he was sent to W&W Trauma Center in Scotland?"

Jennifer asked, "Why not St. Mungo's sir?

"St. Mungo's will not show up in the system as a regular hospital, my dear; W&W Trauma Center will, if you do a search for it. That is a name we use when we have to transfer wizarding children out of a regular hospital in order to get them treatment at one of our medical centers. If we had to obliviate you, we would have had you use that name to transfer Harry into our care."

Jennifer nodded in understanding. "That makes sense. If I may ask, can I go with you while you go get consent for Harry to be transferred?

"Of course my dear", replied Dumbledore. I had wanted to ask you a few more questions anyway and that will give me the perfect opportunity to do so.

Jennifer smiled, "Thank you sir." She then turned to John and asked, "Can you handle the paperwork while I go with Albus?"

John replied, "Sure, no problem." Then he asked Dumbledore, "How long until you return sir?"

Dumbledore replied, "If we leave now, it will take about an hour, maybe two for us to get the papers signed.

"I'll begin immediately then", said John. "I should have them ready by the time you return."

Dumbledore smiled at Jennifer. "Do you have a car we can use Jennifer? That would make it a lot easier to get to Surrey and Mrs. Figg and I won't have to ride in another smelly cab!"

"Sure, that will not be a problem," replied Jennifer. "We can leave now if you are ready?"

The three walked out of the hospital and got into Jennifer's car. Albus and Mrs. Figg found it much more agreeable than the cab they had used before. Soon they were on the way to Surrey to have a conversation with Petunia Dursley.

Chapter 5

Petunia Dursley was having a good day. She had the freak cook breakfast for Vernon and Dudley, and then got to watch him run out the door trying to make it to school early enough to get something to eat for himself. That alone was enough to brighten her day. She slept in until about nine that morning and then fixed her own breakfast. Too bad she could not have the freak stay and make it for her. She was getting ready to walk out the back door, so she could talk to her next door neighbor about the dreadful things going on at Number 7 Privet Drive. That was her second favorite activity, (talking about people) the first of course being making that freaks life miserable. She had just about reached the back door, when the front doorbell rang. She walked back to the front door to see who had come to see her. She nearly fainted when she saw Albus Dumbledore in front of her.

"What do you want?" She hissed at him, while taking in the sight of Dumbledore in nearly normal clothing and Jennifer in her hospital scrubs. "Come on in quickly, before someone sees you!"

Both Dumbledore and Jennifer walked in as slowly as possible; Petunia's attitude gave them no incentive to do as she had demanded. Jennifer turned towards Petunia "Mrs. Dursley, I am Dr. Jennifer Wright. I am afraid that we have bad news. Harry was hurt this morning and is at my hospital. He needs to be transferred to another hospital as soon as possible for special treatment."

Petunia sneered, "Do you know what that 'Special Treatment' involves young lady?" This man does not care anything for normal people like you and I. You would be doing yourself a favor by getting as far away from him as possible. He only cares for other freaks. Like my nephew!

Dumbledore stepped forward and thundered, "YOU need to remember Petunia that the protections placed on the 'Freak' living here are the only thing that has kept you from being killed like your sister and her husband." He took a second to calm down and then continued, "He is your only living connection to your sister. Don't you have any feelings for her at all?"

Petunia laughed and then shocked both Dumbledore and Dr. Wright with her reply. "I was glad when that freak sister of mine died. I hated her almost as much as I hate her son. He is NOTHING to me!"

Dumbledore frowned for a moment and then took out his wand. His first action was to silence and then petrify Petunia. This did not stop her from looking at him and Dr. Wright with a look of pure hatred. The second thing he did was to walk around the interior of the house waving his wand. He soon came back to stand in front of Petunia Dursley. He looked at her for a moment.

"If I had my way," Dumbledore began in a voice that scared Jennifer like nothing else ever had, "you and your husband would be in jail for a long time for the abuse Harry has suffered here. As it is, you could possibly cause us some problems with Harry. I will not allow you this to happen. You will accompany me to Saint Dominic's and sign the documents that will allow us to transfer him to our care. You will, within the next few days, transfer custody of Harry to someone that I will designate. In return, I will not have you prosecuted for your abuse of Harry. In addition, I will place wards around your home in order to keep wizards and witches away. You do not deserve this courtesy, but I will do so in order to keep any witches and wizards away from you that find out what you have done to Harry. Believe me, there are many that would gladly kill you for what you have done!"

Dumbledore then unpetrified Petunia and let her speak

"Once that little freak is out of here, there will not be any reason for your kind to come around, so there will be no need for your wards! I will come with you to sign your papers and will gladly sign over the little freak to whoever you want! He has been nothing but a burden on my family, taking food out of Dudley's mouth; we have had to spend money on him that could have gone to get things for Dudley."

At this point, Petunia ran out of things to say, even though her mouth kept moving. She walked over to the dining room table and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Finally she looked up at Dumbledore, "I don't understand. Why would you leave him with me? I never liked the idea of magic, even when Lilly and I were kids. When I found out my sister was a witch, I went from loving her, to hating the thought of being in the room with her. Why would you EVER think that I would be able to love someone that had those abilities, even if they were family?

At this, Dumbledore got a strange look on his face. "Why would you send me a letter asking to be admitted to Hogwarts if you hated the idea of magic?"

Petunia almost growled at him, "I did not realize how unnatural those things you are able to do are until she came back the next summer. I am so glad you did not allow me to come to your freakish school."

Dumbledore waved his wand at her and froze her in place once again. He then turned to Jennifer. "I am going to check her out. Something is very wrong here." With that, he turned back to Petunia and began waving his wand. To Jennifer's surprise, a bluish halo appeared around her body. Something about it did not look right. Around her head, the color darkened to a ominous looking green and then black. "What is that, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore sighed, "It is a spell that tells if any enchantments or spells have been placed on a person. Someone has placed a spell on her that is causing her to hate anything to do with magic. From what she has said, it was probably placed sometime around the summer between Lilly's first and second year at Hogwarts."

"Can it be removed?"

"At this point, removing it would probably kill her. At the very least, it would take a period of several weeks to do so." Dumbledore sighed. "At this point, I think it would be best to leave her as is, and get Harry out of here. We may see about reversing has been done to her at a later point, but for now, my main concern is Harry."

Dumbledore looked at Petunia; "I am going to unfreeze you now. I am sorry about what has been done to you, but I cannot do anything for you at this point. My concern has to be young Harry. I know you feel as if you hate him, but I want you to think of how you would want someone to treat Dudley if something had happened to you and Vernon."

Dumbledore waved his wand and suddenly Petunia was able to move. She turned towards the table and buried her head in her hands. After a minute, she turned towards Dumbledore.

"I can remember how much I loved her…before she came back that summer. It is like a switch was flipped or something. All of the sudden, I hated the sight of her. I hated that man she brought home over Christmas Holidays her seventh year. I knew nothing of the man and hated the sight of him. The first time I met Harry, after he was born, I hated the sight of him. I hated every moment that he was in my home after Lilly died. You mean to tell me that every moment of hatred that I felt was because some freak cast a SPELL ON ME!" By the time that Petunia finished, she was screaming. "I want this taken off of me NOW!"

Dumbledore sighed, "I am sorry, Petunia. I could take it off this very moment, but removing it most likely would kill you. If you want, we will see about having removed, once Harry is safe. Will you still go with us to have him transferred to one of our hospitals?"

"Yes," replied Petunia. I will not pretend to like Harry, but I will keep my mind on the fact that the spell on me makes me feel the way that I do about Harry! I cannot imagine ever having a positive feeling about Harry, but I hope that if I died that whoever watched over Dudley would treat him better than I have Harry over the years.

"That is all we can ask Petunia," said Dumbledore. "I am sorry this was done to you, but right now, we need to worry about Harry. Speaking of which, we need to get back to Saint Dominic's so we can move him as soon as possible."

"As long as we go by normal means" snapped Petunia.

"Of course my dear," replied Dumbledore. "Would it be ok to ride back in Dr. Wright's car?"

"That would be fine," sighed Petunia, calming down a little.

Mrs. Figg left for her home after making Dumbledore promise to let her know how Harry was doing. After watching after him for so many years, she had a soft spot for him.

Once she left, Dr. Wright, Petunia, and Dumbledore got back into the car and headed back to the hospital.

Chapter 6

Pain. That was the first thing that Harry became aware of. His head felt as if Dudley had hit him with a Cricket bat. The second thing he became aware of was voices.

"Madam Pomfrey, do you have any idea how long it will take Harry to wake? We need to know what happened to him!"

"No Albus, I have idea whatsoever. We used the strongest pepper-up potion that we have and Severus attempted to enervate him. Nothing we have tried has made him so much as stir and we cannot try anything stronger without risking killing him.

At this a different voice popped up, "Perhaps the Dementor did get his soul. As a Potter, his head would be so swollen that you might not have noticed."

"Severus, you are not helping" came the sharp reply.

As Harry listened to the voices in the room he began to slowly go through the new memories that had somehow been placed in him. Some of the things that he saw sickened him. People being tortured at his hand. People begging for death. Him finally granting their wish, when they finally had no strength to beg for their life anymore. It seemed to him that he was the ones performing the deeds in the memories, but eventually he realized that it was not him doing the deeds, but he was seeing things from the viewpoint of the one that did do it.

Finally, he wrenched himself away from the memories and concentrated on what had happened to him. He remembered leaving for school, waving to Mrs. Figg and then seeing the Dementors. Wait, how did he know what that thing was? Well, at least the memories were good for something. At this point he realized that the memories might be useful to him, as long as he ignored the parts that sickened him. At the very least, he would be able to avoid the Dementors if he encountered them again. Also, he might be able to avoid the memories resurfacing at odd times if he had a better idea of what was now in his head. Eventually, he drifted off to asleep again and no one noticed that he had regained consciousness for a few minutes.

Later that evening, Harry woke up again. Luckily, his headache was gone. He thought back to the first time he had woke up and remembered some names.

"Madam Pomfrey? Albus? Severus?"

About that time an older woman walked into the room. "Mr. Potter, you are finally awake!"

"So it appears," replied Harry with a smile. "How long was I unconscious?"

"About a day and a half" was the reply. "How do you feel?"

"Hungry! Very Hungry!" Came the reply.

Madam Pomfrey smiled, "Well, we can take care of that easily enough. Emily, can you come here?"

At that point, a well dressed house elf appeared. "Emily, can you bring Mr. Potter some dinner? Please make sure it is something light."

Harry interrupted before the elf could leave. "Emily, I am starving. Please bring me a thick stew please."

Emily smiled at Harry. "Of course Master." Before Harry or Pomfrey could say anything, Emily popped out of the room.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, "Emily should have listened to me over you, Mr. Potter, especially when it comes to hospital matters. I wonder what brought that on."

"I don't know," replied Harry.

"Now, Mr. Potter, are you in any pain?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

"A bit sore, I had a major headache earlier, but nothing feels broken."

"I'll be the judge of that," said Madam Pomfrey as she walked towards him. Just as she raised her wand to scan him, Emily popped back into the room with Harry's food. Harry, seeing the wand just as he heard the pop, reacted without thinking. With a wave of his hand, Madam Pomfrey went flying toward the infirmary doors. She would have crashed into them except that about that time, Severus Snape came through the doors with a load of potions that she had asked for him to brew. Madam Pomfrey smashed into him. Potions flew everywhere and both ended up in a tangled heap on the ground.

Luckily for them, Emily had faster reflexes than both of them and managed to cast a cushioning charm on the floor and wall behind them. This managed to keep both of them from being hurt too badly although Snape had a black eye and bloodied nose. By the time that Snape and Pomfrey untangled themselves, Harry had jumped off the bed and hid himself behind another.

"What happened," snapped Snape. The reply shocked him.

"Mr. Potter just sent me flying thirty feet with a wave of his hand."

Snape thought for a moment, "Can you get back in there and calm him down, or do I need to knock him out?"

Pomfrey glared at him, "You go get the headmaster. I can take care of Mr. Potter."

Within a few minutes Snape (with a newly healed nose and eye) arrived at the Infirmary. They walked in cautiously, not wanting to startle Harry. He looked up at Dumbledore and Snape and stiffened. Within a second, he had hidden his feelings and spoke in a neutral tone, "Albus and Severus, I presume?"

Dumbledore replied with a smile, "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, and this is Professor Severus Snape. You were brought to our school's infirmary after you were hurt. How are you feeling young man?"

"If I could talk Madam Pomfrey and Emily into letting me have a little more to eat, I would feel great, but otherwise I have no complaints."

"If you have any intelligence Potter," Snape cut in "which I doubt, you will do as Madam Pomfrey says or"

"Or what Severus," Harry cut in coldly.

"Potter, you will speak to me with respect, otherwise I will…" About this time, Snape made the mistake of raising his hand towards Harry. Harry raised his own hand and with no apparent effort whatsoever froze Snape in place.

"You will speak to me in a respectful tone Snape, or you will be in Azkaban by midnight!" With that, Harry waved his hand again. Snape flew back about five feet and landed on his backside.

"Leave now, or I will NOT be responsible for my actions!"

For once Severus Snape made the correct choice. He left the room at a dead run.

Finally, Dumbledore found his voice again. "Young man, there was no need at all to talk to Professor Snape in that tone!"

"Tell me sir," said Harry in a more respectful, but still angry tone of voice. "Do you trust him?"

"Of course I do," said Dumbledore. "He has proven himself trustworthy many times over. He spied on Voldemort for me, and as a matter of fact, tried to save your parents from Voldemort."

Harry paused for a moment and then asked, "He was the one that told you that Sirius Black betrayed my parents?"

Dumbledore had to pause for a few seconds, then replied, "Yes, he said he witnessed Sirius telling Voldemort the secret to you and your parents hiding place."

"He lied," said Harry in an almost emotionless voice. 'Peter Pettigrew was my parent's secret keeper. When I find that little rat, HE WILL PAY!"

Dumbledore replied in shock, "How do you know this? Who told you those names, for that matter? You should not know of any of this!"

Harry looked at Dumbledore, "I will tell you what my sources are, but not tonight. I will need your help, sir, and I believe that you are a man that I can trust. Not fully, but I can trust you some. Just promise that you will not tell Snape any of what I tell you, at least until I can prove what I have told you."

"Dumbledore sighed, "I do not want to believe that Severus lied to me, but I will not tell him anything until we are in agreement one way or another"

Harry smiled at Dumbledore, "Thank you sir, I appreciate that more than you will ever know. Now if you don't mind, can I have a few minutes to myself sir? I need to calm down a good bit!"

"Of course Harry, however, Madam Pomfrey and Doctor Wright will need to examine you in a few minutes."

Harry nodded as he made himself comfortable on the bed. "That will be fine sir. Thank you for taking care of me here."

Albus smiled as he walked out of the infirmary, "think nothing of it my boy. Sleep well, and I will see you in the morning."

Harry thought for a moment about trying to leave, but decided that getting examined would be a good idea. After all, he had no way of knowing if the Dementors had harmed him. Obviously, they had not taken his soul, but he needed to make sure he was otherwise in good health.

A few moments later, Madam Pomfrey and a woman that he did not know entered the room. After talking for a few minutes with each other, they began their examinations. The woman he did not know immediately caught his interest. Her methods of examining him seemed to be more muggle in nature than Madam Pomfrey's.

Madam Pomfrey excused herself to go get some potions for Harry to take and he decided to find out more about the unknown woman. The young lady was still in the process of checking Harry when he spoke, "What's your name?"

"My name is Doctor Wright," she replied. "How are you feeling Harry?"

"I am feeling ok," he said. He looked at her while she moved around his bed and then commented, "So you are a muggle doctor, not a Mediwitch or healer. Not to be rude or anything, but how come you are here among wizards?"

Doctor Wright laughed, "To make a long story short, I am a muggleborn from the United States. I was at my hospital treating you when Professor Dumbledore and Mrs. Figg found you."

"So he dragged you from your work at the hospital to help me out here… I apologize for all of the inconvenience that this has caused you."

She smiled at this, while privately wondering at how mature the six year old in front of her sounded. "No need to apologize Mr. Potter. You are my patient, and I was not going to abandon you without knowing that someone here was qualified to take care of you. My Hippocratic Oath would not allow me to do it."

Harry chuckled at this, "I don't think the Hippocratic Oath quite covers a situation like this."

"Maybe not," said Doctor Wright, "but we will just stretch it a little bit so that it does." She looked at him for a moment and then asked, "You are very well spoken for a six year old, Mr. Potter. Why is that?"

Harry replied, "That is a very long story that we cannot get into right now."

"And why is that," she asked?

Harry looked past her to where Madam Pomfrey was reentering the room with some potions on a tray. "That's why," he replied.

Madam Pomfrey smiled at Harry as she walked into the room. "Now take these dear so that you will be able to rest."

"What kind of potions are these, Madam Pomfrey," asked Harry?

Madam Pomfrey smiled, "Just some potions that will help you feel better and rest Mr. Potter. Nothing to worry about at all, I promise you!"

Harry shook his head, "Not until I know exactly what they are," he replied.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head in mild exasperation. "All I have here is a nutrient potion, a potion that will help to prevent you from getting sick, a mild pain relief potion, and a sleeping potion."

Harry looked at the four bottles in her hand. "Which one is the sleeping potion?"

Madam Pomfrey indicated which one was the sleeping potion, and Harry grabbed the others off the tray. He quickly downed each of the four potions.

Madam Pomfrey offered him the other bottle. "Harry, you need this one as well."

Harry just shook his head. "Madam Pomfrey, I will fall asleep on my own within an hour or two, and sleep in a bit tomorrow. There is no reason for you to give me that potion.

Professor Dumbledore had just walked back into the infirmary about that time and he answered for Madam Pomfrey.

"I am afraid, Mr. Potter, that you will not be able to sleep in tomorrow. I have found a new place for you to live and will be taking you there tomorrow."

"Is that your wish, Albus?" replied Harry. "I certainly do not want to go back to the Dursleys, but surely I should have some say in where I go and who I live with."

"My name is Professor Dumbledore, child. To answer your question, due to how you were treated at your family's home, you are not able to go back there. Rest assured, the family that has agreed to take you in will not treat you that way. They have four children living at home for you to interact with as well as two more that are students here at Hogwarts. They will be good to you and allow you to have a decent home life."

"Well, I will simply have to go to sleep here in just a little while and get up early tomorrow. Will that be okay, Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled at him, "That will be fine, young man. It is past eight, so you need to go to sleep soon."

Harry agreed and then asked, "If it is ok, I would like to stay up a few more minutes. I have a few more questions to ask Doctor Wright."

"Not a problem, Mr. Potter," replied Dumbledore. "I would ask, Doctor Wright that you do not keep Mr. Potter up too late. He has a bit of a journey ahead of him tomorrow." With that, he motioned to Madam Pomfrey and both left the room.

"What did you need to ask me Harry," asked Doctor Wright.

"Oh I just wanted you to finish telling me about yourself before I went to sleep. I am a bit thirsty. Emily?"

With a small pop, Emily appeared, "Young Master called?" asked Emily.

"I need something to drink. Could you bring me something please?"

"Of course, young master. What would young master like to drink?"

"Anything you want to bring me will be fine Emily, as long as we get rid of this young master stuff. My name is Harry Potter. Please, no need for the 'young master' stuff. Just call me Harry."

Tears welled up in Emily's eyes. "You treat me as nicely as Master James ever did Master Harry. It is an honor to be a Potter House Elf!"

"Wait," said Harry. "You are a Potter house elf? I thought the house was destroyed and everyone was killed the night Voldemort attacked, except for me?"

Emily got a sad look on her face. "Your parents did not hide out in Potter Manor, Master. They stayed in a small cottage in Godric's Hollow. I was sent here to help out in the infirmary, since I was trained in healing. The other elves were sent to Potter Manor to keep it maintained. Every last one of us elves would have died to protect you and your parents. I do not know why, master, but they commanded us not to!"

Harry gathered Emily up in his arms and hugged her. "If all of you had stayed that night Emily, Voldemort would have killed you, and I would have no way of knowing that I have a home…..and friends. Can I call you friend, Emily?"

Emily nodded and hugged Harry even harder.

Harry looked at her and asked. "Emily, are the other Potter Elves still at the manor." At her nod, he leaned down and whispered in her ear for a moment. She nodded eagerly and disappeared.

Doctor Wright looked at Harry. "What was all that about, Harry?"

Harry looked at her. "Doctor, do you trust me?"

Doctor Wright smiled at Harry, "Of course I do Harry. Why do you ask?"

About that time, Emily and another elf that neither Harry nor Doctor Wright recognized appeared in the room. Harry motioned the elf over and whispered in his ear.

The elf nodded and asked, "Are you ready young master?" At Harry's nod, the elf grabbed Harry, while Emily grabbed Doctor Wright. With a resounding pop, all four disappeared from the room.

Chapter 7

Harry, Doctor Wright, and the two elves appeared in a luxurious bedroom. Harry was still weak so he sat down. He looked at Doctor Wright and smiled. "Welcome to Potter Manor. This elf is named Jax. The young lady elf, as you know is named Emily."

Harry looked at Jax. "Jax, could you check the two of us for tracking charms please?"

Jax waved his hand at the two of them, causing a brief glow to appear on Harry. "There was one on you sir, but I took care of it for you. Can I be of further assistance sir?"

"Yes," replied Harry. "I need you to get all of the elves together so that we can meet them. Give Doctor Wright and I about five minutes before you bring them in please."

Jax said, "Of course sir," and popped away to do as Harry had requested.

Harry walked over to a table in one corner of the room and grabbed a quill and piece of parchment. He thought for a moment and scribbled a note and rolled up the piece of parchment. He then walked over to Emily. "Emily, I need you to go to Hogwarts and leave this note for Professor Dumbledore. Try not to be seen, but if you are, do not let him keep you there, and DO NOT tell him where I am staying."

Emily looked at him a bit fearfully. "Young Master, I was told by your dad to go to Hogwarts and to do as the Headmaster and Mediwitch said for me to do. I am still under that order until you bond to me. If they tell me to do something, I will have to do it… unless you bond with me. Then you could give me commands that they could not override."

Harry smiled at Emily's rather sneaky way of telling him she wanted to bond with him, "Emily, I have never bonded to an elf before. What do I need to do?"

Emily showed signs of excitement at this. "All you have to do young master is take my hand. When I say my part of the ritual, you will say that I am your elf. After that we will be bonded."

Harry showed some confusion. "All I have to say is that you are my elf? That seems rather simple."

Emily was grinning widely by this time, knowing that she was about to be bonded to a member of the family that she had served for over forty years. "Once we join hands, young master, your magic will recognize what is happening and you will know what to say."

Harry took both of her hands and looked into her eyes. Emily immediately began to speak the words that would begin the bonding process. "I pledge my service and my life to the house of Potter. I promise to hold my Masters secrets dear and to never speak of family matters to anyone outside of the family. This I swear on my life and my magic."

Harry listened to the words that Emily spoke and when she finished, he began to speak the words that his family had spoke for generations. "I accept your pledge to serve my family and in return I pledge that my family will always shelter you and your family; treating you as well as we would a member of our family. This bond is more than my gaining a servant; it is a partnership that will benefit both of us. I will not ask you to put yourself in danger unless it is to help a member of the family. This I swear on my life and my magic."

As he ended speaking, a glow surrounded both Harry and Emily. This glow lasted for about ten seconds before fading. Before either could day anything, Harry was surrounded by the rest of the elves that were in his house. Harry jumped in surprise. "What is this, he asked the elves."

Jax stepped forward, "We felt it when you bonded to Emily and wanted to see if you would bond to us as well.

Harry laughed out loud. "All of you are that eager to be bonded to a wizard?" He asked the group of elves.

Again, it was Jax that answered for everyone. "We consider ourselves to be Potter elves, young master. If you will have us, we will gladly bond ourselves to your service."

Harry smiled at the elves, "I was going to bond the rest of you in the morning, but since you are so eager to make the bond, we can do it tonight. Can I bond with you all at once, or will I need to do so separately?"

Four of the five elves formed a circle with Harry. Jax held one of Harry's hands and a female elf whose name Harry did not know held his other hand. They repeated the words that Emily had said, and Harry repeated the words that he had said. An almost blinding glow filled the room. Doctor Wright had to shield her eyes for a moment. When the glow faded, Harry noticed her looking a little surprised and a bit confused.

Harry told her not to worry; that he would explain everything in a few moments. He then turned to Emily. "Emily, will you have any problem following the instructions that I gave you a few minutes ago?"

Emily grabbed up the piece of rolled up parchment and smiled at Harry. "None at all, Master." She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

Harry then turned to Jax. "Jax, go ahead and introduce me to the rest of the elves please."

Jax pointed at the female that had held Harry's hand. "This is Leah. She is the main cook for the manor. The little one in the corner that is too young to be bonded is her son, Dobby. His dad was named Dobby as well." Jax paused for a moment and then continued, "He was taken from us by a bad wizard. Jax then pointed at the other two men in the group. "This is Chaz and Vox. They help with repairs around the house and are trained to defend the house from wizards that wish us harm. This is not a popular thing with other wizards, but the house of Potter has always been a bit different. Elves are not supposed to attack wizards, but if they try to hurt our family or even get into the house without permission, they will not like the results."

This brought something to mind for Harry. "Jax, can wizards find the manor easily?"

Jax thought for a minute and then nodded. "If they are powerful enough, they can. The manor was built directly over a Ley line to take advantage of the magic running through it. Hogwarts is built where it is much for the same reason. This makes it impossible for wizards to use the Fidelius charm to hide the manor. I could use some of my magic and hide it for a while. It would not hide the manor completely, or for very long, but it would keep all but the most powerful of wizards away from here."

"Wizards like Albus Dumbledore." Harry said to himself. "Jax, go ahead and use your magic to hide us. Make it as strong as you can. We may not be able to keep him away for a long time, but every moment that we can will help us out."

Doctor Wright was looking a bit confused at this point. "Harry, why would you want to hide from Dumbledore? He did help you get better, although you did most of that on your own to be honest. He seems to want what is best for you. More to the point, you cannot be out on your own; after all you are only six years old!"

Harry smiled at Doctor Wright, "I promise you, Doctor Wright I will explain my reasons for acting like this in a few minutes. There are very good reasons for me taking the actions that I have taken tonight." Harry then turned to Chaz and Vox. "Guys, I need you to track down an old friend of my family. His name is Remus Lupin. Try to catch him while he is asleep and bring him here. Place him in a guest room and do not let him wake up until I am awake. If he wakes up, before I am there, you will have a fight on your hands. Also, just in case, make sure that he does not have any tracking charms on him."

The two elves agreed and popped away. While Harry had talked to Chaz and Vox, Emily had reappeared. Harry turned around and was surprised to see that she was hurt. Harry ran over to her and kneeled beside her. "Emily, what happened to you?"

She was in so much pain that she was not able to answer him. Harry immediately yelled for Jax to come back into the room.

Jax popped back into the room and ran over to Emily. He started running his hands back and forth about an inch over her body. The tips of his fingers started glowing as he did this. As Harry watched, her wounds started closing up. Within a couple of minutes, all of the wounds had vanished. Jax looked tired and Emily was exhausted. Leah popped into the room and walked over to the two elves. She looked at them a moment and then turned to Harry. "Master Harry, Jax managed to heal Emily, but he is tired from performing the magic that helped to heal her. He will need to rest for a few hours. Emily is exhausted. Her body had to expend a lot of energy while she was being healed. She will be able to go back to work in about a day."

Harry interrupted Leah at that point, "I don't care how long it takes them to get back to work, as long as they are okay!"

Leah smiled at this; his parents had cared about the elves in the house and it was great to know that he seemed to feel the same way. "They will be fine master, with a little rest. Thank you for caring about our well-being."

"Good!" said Harry. "I hate to ask you, Leah, but can you check Emily for tracking charms? We cannot have Dumbledore find us just yet!"

Leah waved her hands over Emily, and to Harry's relief, found no tracking charms. Harry then asked Leah if she could wake Emily up so that he could ask her two questions. Leah nodded and gently waved her hand over Emily's face.

"A spell similar to the wizards' version of enervate, Master Harry," she said in response to the curious look on his face. Harry smiled and then concentrated on Emily. "I only have two questions for you Emily, and then you need to rest. I am sorry that I had to have Leah wake you, but this is important!"

Emily sat up and told Harry, "I will be fine, Master. I am hardly tired at all." She was not very convincing though, as she began to yawn right after she said it.

Harry smiled gently at the elf. "Well, I command you to sleep after I get done talking to you. Take it easy for a couple of days! You really scared me, Emily. I do not have so many friends that I can afford to lose any! Now, two questions and I will let Leah help you to bed. First, who did this to you? The last one, and least important is did you deliver the letter to Dumbledore like I asked you to?"

Emily let out another huge yawn before speaking. "Severus Snape tried to grab me to keep me in the room when I delivered the letter to Dumbledore, Master. I got away from him and was about to come here when he cast a spell on me, Sectumsempa, I think he said."

Harry thought back to the memories that Voldemort's Horcrux had left him. "You are lucky to be alive, Emily! Let Leah help you to your room, and you get some sleep! I will take care of Snivellous soon enough, I promise you that!"

"Yes sir", replied the sleepy elf as she stumbled off with Leah. Harry turned back to Jax and gently shook him awake. "Jax, can you make it to your room on your own, or do I need to carry you?"

Even as sleepy as Jax was, he still managed to look a bit offended at the thought of his master carrying him to bed. He stood up and tried to glare at Harry. He was too tired to manage the offended look though.

"I will make it on my own, Master Harry. It is not your place to carry an elf around."

"I will try to remember that," replied an amused Harry. "Good night, Jax.

The exhausted elf did not bother with a reply as he stumbled out of the room. Harry finally turned to Doctor Wright.

"I apologize for yanking you out of Hogwarts and bringing you here without much of an explanation," Harry began. "I promise that I will give a full explanation to you in the morning. The short explanation as to the reason that I do not trust Dumbledore is simple. As far as I know, after placing me with the Dursleys, he never bothered to check on me. If he had, he would have seen the abuse and might have moved me before now. I have no reason to think that he would not repeat the mistake. When he put me with my aunt, there were actually good reasons for his putting me there, but those reasons no longer apply. There were wards over that home that prevented any witch or wizard that wished me harm from being able to reach me. Fortunately, they also kept Magical 'creations', for want of a better word from harming me. If those wards were still in place, that would be the safest place for me to live. This new place that he wants me to go to… I know nothing of it, but I do know that if any of Voldemort's people come after me, that there are no wards there that will keep them out for long. I will not place people that I do not know in danger like that. I know you are worried about me staying here alone, but I will soon have two of my father's best friends here with me. You are welcome to stay here with us as well."

Doctor Wright thought for a moment before she spoke. "You are safe enough for tonight anyway, Harry. I want you to promise me though, if these guys cannot come and stay with you, that you will find somewhere to stay where you will not be alone!"

Harry frowned, "I cannot promise you that Doctor Wright, but I do promise to be as safe as possible!"

Doctor Wright shook her head, "Well, it is not like I could kidnap you anyway, these elves would tear me apart if I tried. I guess if these men do not show up, that I will get to stay with you for a while."

At this, Harry slapped himself on the forehead. Mentally, he ran down the list of elves he had in the Manor. "Leah, are you still awake?" A popping noise signified that she was still awake.

"I am awake, Master Harry. What can I do for you sir?"

"I did not think to have one of you to prepare a room for Doctor Wright. Can you find her a room to stay in that is close to mine, please?"

Leah chuckled at her master. "Sir the room across from yours is already prepared and waiting for her. I took care of it as soon as I got Emily in bed and helped Jax make it to his."

Harry grinned at her, "My being in charge around here is going to be quite easy with such smart elves helping me. Go back to bed, and I will see you in the morning." Leah nodded and popped away.

"Well, Doctor Wright, I did promise to get in bed early," Harry began, "We can finish the explanation in the morning, when Remus is here to hear it as well. That will save me having to tell the story all over again."

Doctor Wright nodded, after all she was quite sleepy herself by this time. "That sounds like a very good plan," she said. "Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, Doctor Wright," replied Harry.

"By the way," she began as she walked towards the door. "There is no need to be so formal with me. Call me Jennifer, or if you prefer, Miss Jennifer."

"I'll try to remember that," replied Harry.

Chapter 8

"Master, wake up please!" Harry sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what had went on the day before. He definitely had not been in the bed long enough to be woke up like this.

"What is the problem…," he paused as he put his glasses on. "Um, Emily, what is the matter?"

"Master Harry, your friend Remus Lupin has waked up and is fighting to get free from where the other elves placed him last night."

Harry, who was rather thankful that he was already dressed, ran out of the room. Emily quickly showed him which room Chaz and Vox had placed Remus in to sleep. Harry peeked in the door and was nearly stunned as he did so. Harry reopened the door and screamed, "Stop Moony!" When Harry realized that Remus was still fighting someone in the room he screamed at him again. "Moony, if you break any Potter heirlooms, I will make you regret it!"

Remus finally responded, "Who is there, and why have you brought me here?"

"Can I come in the room to talk to you Moony? I promise you, I am not armed."

Remus almost growled, "Slowly! Any sudden moves and I will take you DOWN!"

Harry walked into the room with his hands raised so that Remus could see that he was unarmed. Despite himself, he was impressed. Chaz and Vox were out cold, and Jax looked as if his day had not really gone according to plan either. Remus on the other hand, only had one small rip in his clothes where a curse had nearly got him.

"I do apologize for how you were brought here Uncle Moony, but I…" about this time, Remus had run across the room and cut off further words with a bone crushing hug.

"Harry, do you know how worried everyone has been? We were contacted by the man that had brought you to Hogwarts to recover. He thought you had been kidnapped!"

Harry grinned at him, "Albus Dumbledore was wrong! I was not kidnapped, sorry to say." Harry then turned to Jax, "Did you check Moony for Tracking Charms?"

Jax nodded at him, "Yes sir, I found one and removed it. I figured you would want me to do so."

"You did perfect, Jax. Now please take care of Chaz and Vox. They look a bit tired." Harry tried not to grin a bit and failed. "Emily, will you show us where the kitchens are located? I believe my Uncle Moony will be a bit hungry after his, er….workout."

Emily replied, "Leah's fixing breakfast. I will show you the way to the dining room and help her finish with breakfast, if that is ok with you, Master."

"That will be fine, Emily," Harry said. "Also, will you find Jennifer and show here where we are dining?"

As Remus and Harry followed the elf to the dining room, Remus was looking at Harry. He was rather confused at this point. After all, Harry was only five, but was acting much older than that. He knew something was going on, but was not sure what was happening.

Soon they reached the dining room where Leah had already served breakfast and Jennifer was eating. Harry introduced Jennifer to Remus and they sat back down to eat. Remus was still not sure what was going on, but could tell for certain with his enhanced werewolf senses that Harry was exactly who he said he was. He did not know Jennifer, but she smelled trustworthy and just a bit intriguing.

Harry smiled and decided to have a bit of fun with Jennifer. "So, Remus… Dumbledore thought I had been kidnapped, huh?"

When Harry said this, Jennifer swallowed wrong and nearly choked on the food she was eating. Luckily for her, Leah was nearby and cleared her throat with a wave of her hand.

Harry grinned at the two of them a bit more and said, "I think it would be more accurate to say that I kidnapped Jennifer."

This gave Leah a bit more work to do as Remus choked on his food in surprise.

When Remus was finally able to speak, he voiced the question that had been going through his head ever since he had met Harry earlier that morning. "Harry, Dumbledore said that you were raised with your muggle relatives and that you were unaware of magic. I have to wonder how you are so comfortable around magic, and for that matter, how did you know how to get to Potter Manor?"

Harry replied, "I promise to give you a full explanation after we eat. I will not explain anything on an empty stomach." Remus and Jennifer reluctantly agreed as they were both very curious as to what was going on with Harry. The rest of breakfast was spent in silence as the two adults thought of what they needed to ask Harry, while Harry sat there deciding what he needed to reveal to them. He finally decided to go with the whole truth.

"You are correct Remus," Harry started off. "I was raised by non magical people, specifically my Aunt and Uncle. The Dursleys knew about magic since my aunt was raised with my mother. She hated magic, and from what little she said about my mother, hated her as well. They also only wanted one child and never had any intentions of welcoming me into their household. Dumbledore left them a letter explaining that the house would be protected from wizards as long as I resided there. That was the only thing that kept me from being placed in an orphanage. I was abused for most of my time there. I was made to help with cleaning the house, and probably would have had to do all of the cooking if I could have reached the stove. As it was, I had a stool that I had to use so that I could reach the sink and clean the dishes.

Remus interrupted, "Harry is it possible that Dumbledore did not know about the way you were treated?"

"He did not know at first," said Jennifer, "I examined Harry in the hospital and informed Dumbledore of what was going on. He also got the truth from Petunia Dursley. He was going to send Harry to a different family… but Harry had other plans."

To his credit, there was actually good reason to send me back. My mother had performed a blood ritual which gave me protection from Voldemort. For this to work, two things had to happen. I had to have a home with a blood relative on her side of the family, and I had to be loved." Harry paused for a moment, and then continued. "I had a cupboard to live in within the home, and Petunia did love my Mother….at least before she found out that my mother was a witch. This kept the protection active until two days ago."

"What happened two days ago," asked Remus?

"I was attacked by a Dementor." Harry ignored the gasp of horror that Remus made at this point. "If my mother's protection had not been in place, it would have killed me. As it happened, the Dementor was destroyed along with something else. Before I tell you that part it is necessary to tell you another story. Voldemort is obsessed with two things; immortality and ruling the world. If he had not attacked me that night, he would be ruling the world right now."

"Harry, he died that night when he tried to kill you!" said Remus.

"Not quite," countered Harry. "As I was saying, his other obsession was immortality. When the killing curse rebounded on him that night, it did destroy his body. His spirit did survive. It is tied to this world by evil magic. He had created five Horcruxes before that night."

At this Remus went pale and Jennifer was looking confused. "He was going to use my death to make his sixth Horcrux. This would give him a seven part soul. He was not sure of the exact consequences, but felt that with seven being a magically significant number, his soul would be safer, even though it was in pieces."

At this point Harry pointed at his head. "The sixth Horcrux was contained in this scar. When the Dementor attacked me, it tore the Horcrux loose from its housing and severely weakened it. My mother's protection kicked in and destroyed the Dementor and further weakened the Horcrux. The protection gave out before it could completely destroy the Horcrux. At that point, the Horcrux attempted to take over my body. My mind managed to overcome it instead. This allowed me to gain all of Voldemort's memories up to the point that he cast the killing curse on me. This includes all of his education and life experiences. Some of the things that I remember from his memories make me sick."

Remus was looking a bit worried by this time, "Harry, is there a chance that the soul fragment could harm you in the future?"

Harry thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Part of what I told you, about why the protections worked even when Petunia hated me, and how it worked against the Dementor and Horcrux is conjecture. I do know for certain that the sentience of the Horcrux has been destroyed. The only concern that I have at this point is making sure that his memories do not influence me to become like him."

Remus exclaimed, "I do not believe that you could ever be evil like that Harry!"

"With your help and influence, I should hope not," replied Harry.

"Harry, I wish I could help raise you but I cannot…." Remus began.

Harry chuckled, "I already know about your furry little problem, Remus. We can buy Wolfsbane to help you keep your right mind, and there are plenty of rooms that can hold you right here in the Manor."

Jennifer looked at Harry, "If that is the case, then why do

you need me?"

"You are a powerful witch, but no match for Dumbledore," began Harry. "I had no idea what he would do if I left without you and he somehow thought you had something to do with my getting away. Also, I will need help with destroying the rest of the Horcruxes." Harry made Remus choke on his drink with his next words,

"Sirius will probably be willing to help us out as well."

"Harry, that man betrayed your parents!" began Remus.

"No," countered Harry, "Peter Pettigrew betrayed my parents and he will pay for it! Remember, I have Voldemort's memories, so I know exactly who is a traitor to our side. Now, do you have a way of contacting Sirius without Dumbledore knowing about it?"

Remus shook his head. "Harry, I hate to tell you this, but Sirius is in Azkaban."

Anything in the room that was not bolted down began to vibrate softly. "Who put him there," asked Harry?

"As far as I know, he was tried and convicted by the Wizangamot. I did not go to the trial. You have to understand, I had lost James and Peter, and my other best friend was being tried for killing both of them. It was too painful for me to bear."

With an effort, Harry got his emotions under control and everything stopped shaking. He then looked at Remus. "I am not mad at you Remus, but we have to get him out of there. He has been in there nearly three and a half years by now! Do you know what that place does to a person's mind?"

"Yes I do, but what can we do. You are only five years old, and I am a werewolf. No one will listen to us!"

Harry looked at him, "There is one person that will listen to us. But for us to go to Dumbledore, we will have to be ready so that he does not try to run over us, so to speak, and just send me back to that other family.

Jennifer interrupted at this point, "For that to happen, he would have to go through Remus and myself, along with five adult Elves that would object to Dumbledore taking you anywhere."

"That would not slow him down much, if he decided that taking me was the safest option," said Harry. "He if a very smart and powerful wizard, but he does not ever consider the fact that he can be wrong on occasion. We will have to get him on our side with a logical and convincing argument."

Remus stood up for a moment and started pacing. "So, we have three objectives at this point. First we have to get ourselves to a point where Dumbledore cannot just come here and take you wherever he wants to take you. Second, once we do this, we have to convince him that you are not the second coming of Voldemort and that you can help finish Voldemort off permanently. And third, we have to get an innocent man out of jail."

Harry smiled at Remus, "That about covers it. I think that getting Sirius out will be a bit higher on our list though. I take it from the number of times you said we, you want to help me out a bit?

Remus grinned back at Harry, but there was a bit of anger in that grin. "Anything that will allow me to get back at Peter Pettigrew for taking your parents from us sounds good to me!"

Harry turned back to Jennifer, "What about you, Jennifer," He asked?

Jennifer thought for a moment and then grinned, "Sounds like fun!"