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Chapter 2

When Harry woke he was instantly confused, he was lying down on what felt like a comfortable bed, but that wasn't possible was it? He was at the Dursleys, which meant he should be in his cupboard, he could still remember his most recent beating from Uncle Vernon in perfect clarity. Harry once more cursed the 'great' Albus Dumbledore for not listening to him about the Dursleys and their treatment of him. Dumbledore had told Harry that he was sure Harry was exaggerating the situation and that it was for the greater good that Harry stay with the Dursleys. Harry couldn't help wondering whose greater good Dumbledore was referring to because it sure as hell wasn't for Harry's.

Harry decided to take stock of the most recent injuries that we're no doubt on his person after the beating he had just had. His magic usually helped to heal some of the injuries, but he would usually carry a bruise or two at least after his beatings. He was shocked when he realized he felt perfectly fine, better than fine, in fact he felt great.

Something wasn't right...and that's when he smelt it, the smell of antiseptic that screamed hospital. His breathing hitched, the beeping of a heart monitor to the rhythm of his heart was added confirmation of his suspicions. Harry tried to get his breathing under control so as to avoid a full blown panic attack. This was bad, so bad on so many levels. Uncle Vernon was going to kill him, Harry was sure of it. He'd spin Harry's injuries, like he did last time, and then when they got home Harry would be done for.

"Harry?" Called a surprisingly melodious male voice close to him.

Harry weighed his options, deciding if he should answer or pretend to be sleeping. The voice made his decision for him though, "Harry I know your not asleep."

Reluctantly, Harry opened his eyes, but quickly shut them when he was assaulted by the light of the room.

"Oh, sorry," the voice said, Harry could hear foot steps, and then, "try opening your eyes now."

Harry did what he was told and was thankful to find the man had dimmed the light in the room, definitely a hospital room, for him.

"Hello, Harry," Harry turned his head, standing next to his bed was a handsome man with blonde hair, and a kind comforting smile. Harry was a little surprised when he looked into the mans eyes to find the amber there.

"Hi," Harry tried to say, but it came out as more of a croak. The nice looking man seemed to read his mind as a second later he was holding out a glass of water with a straw for Harry.

"Here you go, this should help," the man said and Harry took the glass of water with a greatful smile.

Harry took a few small sips before looking back at the man, "Harry my name is Doctor Carlisle Cullen. I've been taking care of you since you were admitted into the hospital. I have to say your case has been an odd one."

Harry froze at the word odd and looked down at his lap. He cursed himself in his mind, of course they had found him odd, strange, he was a freak after all.

"Hey...Harry, look at me," Harry forced himself to look up at the doctor. "There's nothing wrong with that,okay?" When Harry didn't respond the doctor sighed and continued. "Harry, as soon as I realized there was something different about you, soon after you came in I made sure I would be your doctor. You were particularly interesting to me, as like you I am not exactly normal by general standards," Harry squinted up at the doctor unsure about what the man meant by that. "I'll explain what I mean by that in a moment, I promise Harry. I made sure no one took too close a look at you or your case. Your ears and your overall appearance were my first clue-"

"What...what do you mean my overall appearance," Harry asked worriedly. He tried skimming his hand across his face nervously trying to find anything wrong with it, but was stopped by the doctors light laughter.

"I wasn't trying to imply there was something wrong with the way you look, just the opposite. You are a beautiful-"

"I am not-" Harry immediately began to protest, which made the doctor chuckle again.

"Find you are an extremely handsome young man, almost inhumanly beau-umm...handsome."

"Ohh," Harry could feel a blush tinting his cheeks. He looked into eyes, which still held an immense amount of kindness, and decided that maybe just this once he would try to trust an adult again. "I...I didn't used to look like this. I...I changed. It was really weird cause it was just over a couple weeks and only small things at first. Then I realized I was starting to get smaller, and I wanted to be outside all the time. My relatives didn't even notice until I got the pointy ears and my scar, I had a lightning scar on my forehead, just disappeared." Harry took note of the doctors frown and sighed, "you don't believe me do you?" Harry asked, already deciding he was going to go back to his policy of never trusting adults.

"Of course I do," stated nonchalantly. Harry's mouth dropped open and he stared up at , shocked. No adult had ever believed him before.

"Really," Harry asked hope shinning in his eyes as he looked up at the older man.

frowned, "why do you sound so surprised?"

"Well, I guess cause adults never normally believe me. Like last year with the sorcerers stone," too late Harry realized what he had just said and clasped his hands over his mouth. He had just told a muggle about the sorcerers stone...

looked at Harry, more than a little surprised. He had heard of the sorcerers stone, of course, it was part of a century long prank his friend, Nicholas Flamel, had been playing on the humans. "Harry how do you know about the sorcerers stone?"

Slowly Harry lowered his hands from his mouth and blinked up at Carlisle, " you know about it?" Harry asked.

"Of course, my friend, Nicholas...invented it," Carlisle guessed he was being honest if he used the term invented loosely. After all Nicholas had made the pretty blood red stone, did it really matter that the stone could only be used as a pretty paper weight.

"You know Nicholas Flamel? Are you a wizard then?" Harry asked the doctor stunned. Then he remembered the small fact that he had been responsible for the stones destruction, and started to find the covers on his bed particularly interesting. "Can you...can you tell I'm really sorry for what happened to the stone?"

"Yes Harry I'll be sure to tell Nicholas," Carlisle wondered what the boy was talking about and decided he would ask him later, but for now he had a few more important questions. "No Harry I'm not a wizard are you?" He asked the boy. If the boy was a wizard it might explain his fast healing. Carlisle had studied wizards finding them particularly fascinating, but Harry being a wizard didn't explain the boys other changes.

"Yeah, I think so...well I'm not really sure anymore. My magic...it feels different now."

Carlisle nodded and thought...was it possible the boy might have gone through an inheritance. He knew inheritances were incredibly rare, especially these days, but it looked to be the most likely explanation for the changes Harry had experienced.

"Okay Harry you being a wizard or something of the like explains a lot. While I'm not exactly part of the wizarding community," seeing as wizards hated vampires, " I do know about it. You don't have to worry about the statute of secrecy with me." Harry let out a relieved breath. "Harry if your a wizard, why we're you living with a muggle family?" Carlisle asked, curious.

Harry frowned, remembering Albus Dumbledore's words at the end of term, "I'm a half blood. I was living with my aunt and uncle, because Dumbledore thought it was 'for the greater good."

Carlisle's eyes widened. While he hadn't paid much attention to the wizarding world in the last century even he had heard of Albus Dumbledore, the man was supposed to be the leader of the light faction of the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore was supposed to be the embodiment of good, so what exactly could the man have been thinking when he allowed a little boy to continue living in what was clearly an abusive home. Carlisle had heard of the headmaster's manipulative ways from Nicholas, and he had a bad feeling the man was now somehow manipulating the little boy in front of him. Carlisle smiled, he was sure an inheritance would not be part of the old man's plans.

"Harry why would Albus Dumbledore be involved in where you live?"

Harry huffed, "it's cause I'm the boy-who-lived," he stated as if the answer were obvious.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I've had little to do with the wizarding world recently. What do you mean you're the boy-who-lived?"

Harry frowned, "it's a long story."

Carlisle smiled, looked down at his watch, and said, "well, I've got plenty of time."

And so Harry explained to Carlisle all about how Voldemort had come after his family, and about how he had killed both of Harry's parents before trying to come after Harry himself, however something stopped Voldemort, according to Dumbledore it had been Harry's mothers love. Carlisle wasn't sure he should believe anything Dumbledore said. Harry spoke about how the Avada Kadavra curse Voldemort had thrown at him had rebounded and hit Voldemort, turning the dark wizard into nothing more than a shadow of his former self. It was at the end of the story that Carlisle realized what Albus Dumbledore was using the little boy in front of him for, he was making him into the wizarding worlds idol, putting the boy on a pendistal, as the savior of the wizarding world. How could anyone do that to a child, he was just a little boy and shouldn't be expected to be anyone's hero.

"And you found out about all of this last year after you got your Hofwarts letter," Carlisle had been shocked to learn that the little boy in front of him, who didn't look to be more than six years old, was almost twelve and had just completed his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Yeah, it was really weird, but I guess it explained a lot of the strange things that happened around me."

"Yes, I suppose it would. So why don't you tell me what you meant when you asked me to tell Nicholas Flamel your sorry about his stone."

"Ohh, well..." Harry sighed and figured he mine as well just tell the man. He started by telling him about the package Hagrid had picked up from Gringotts, about the break in later that day. Then he spoke of what happened after he had got to school, and Carlisle couldn't believe his ears when he heard of Harry taking on a fully grown mountain troll. He smiled at the absurdity of naming a monstrous three headed dog fluffy. He wondered what was wrong with Albus Dumbledore that he hadn't noticed, or had decided to do nothing about, a cursed broom. He couldn't believe any headmaster would allow half the things Harry spoke about to take place at their school. When Harry finally told Carlisle about how he and his friends had decided to go after whoever was trying to steal the sorcerers stone because none of the teachers would listen to them, Carlisle was beyond livid. Harry described to Carlisle the different traps put in place to protect the stone and Carlisle knew that the whole incident must have been orchestrated by the headmaster.

The traps were clearly meant for children, not adults, a chess board, flying keys, and a riddle? Carlisle had heard of wards wizards could put into place to protect objects. Why hadn't Dumbledore just put the sorcerers stone in a fidelius protected cabinet or something of the like. Carlisle had already made his decision, Harry would not go back to that school if he had anything to say about it. He would protect the boy in front of him if it was the last thing he did, but first he needed to speak to his family.