Chapter 2
Quoted from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Something gold was glinting just above him. The Snitch! He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy. He blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses. How strange. He blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore swam into view above him. "Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore. Harry stared at him. Then he remembered. "Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick-"
"Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell does not have the Stone." "Then who does? Sir, I-" "Harry, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out. As will, in fact, your other visitor." Harry swallowed and looked around him. He realised he must be in the hospital wing. He was lying in a bed with white linen sheets and next to him was a table piled high with what looked like half the sweet-shop. Standing behind the table was a man in a blue shirt and trousers, with yellow gloves, a large yellow sash around his waist, and wearing a red cloak with a high collar. He had a strange gold circle hanging from his neck, a thin black moustache, piercing grey eyes, and black hair that was streaked with white at his temples.
"Tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming. "What happened down in the dungeons with you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a lavatory seat. No doubt they though it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, thought it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it." "How long have I been in here?" "Three days. Mr Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried."
"But sir, the Stone-" "I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you. Mr Strange –" "Doctor Strange," corrected the mysterious man. "I arrived in time to expel – Voldemort, was it, Professor Dumbledore? – from Professor Quirrell. Incidentally, Harry, you will not be going back to the Dursleys. In fact, you will not be living with them ever again." "What do you mean, sir?" asked Harry. What was going to happen to him? Would he be going to an orphanage? The answer was nothing like what he was fearing. "When you collapsed, Harry, I examined you as a doctor should have when you first came to this school and they saw your physical condition," Here, Dr Strange almost seemed to glare at Dumbledore. "Besides the cuts and scrapes I was expecting, I found evidence that you had, at some point, been repeatedly beaten and suffered from starvation. This alarmed me, so, as it was the sole option I had, I read your mind and accessed your memories of your so-called "guardians". "What did you do to them Sir? Are they in prison?" "Of a sort," smiled Dr Strange…
