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Harry woke as the – fluid – drained down around him. He felt wonderful. Fresh clothes, his size, were waiting for him.

He toweled the fluid off, then dressed. There was a mirror, and in it he looked as wonderful as he felt. He reached for his glasses, then realized he didn't need them.

A note was where the clothes had been.

Dear Harry,

I was horrified to see the shape you were in – broken bones, contusions, concussions, malnutrition, and somehow there was a chunk of evil embedded in your forehead. I took it out.

The tank healed your injuries, fed you up, and fixed your eyes. Those Dursleys have a lot to answer for. So I speeded up your healing, and hardened your body a bit. Then I went upstairs in the night, and weakened them. Not terribly, mind you, but they'll have a harder time hurting you now.

I'm off catching chunks of evil. I'll see you when I get back. The door under the stairs will take you to my lab, but the Dursleys will just find the storage room.

Washuu-chan

Harry read the note twice, shook his head, and went out through his door. (Somehow, the lock didn't work.)

Dudley saw him, and immediately punched him.

Harry stood there. "I'm sorry, Dudley, were you saying something?"