Hey guys,

Can I just say that I am ultra sorry and that real life just got in the way?

This is the first chapter of the new year for this story! I can't believe it's been this long since I updated Danny's Hogwarts Adventure but I have been ultra busy with Real Life, what with college, work and then a placement in my local school on top of that. As I'm a volunteer there, I cannot really go into detail about it, only that I am doing this as part of my Qualification to become a Teaching Assistant. Also, as part of my qualification, I had to learn about safeguarding in the school environment, so I'm pretty riled up about Harry's treatment at the school and at home. When I wrote the last chapter, I didn't have a clue as to what that was, only an inkling and now that I think about it, Hogwarts had no safeguarding policy whatsoever and if they did, it didn't include Harry's predicament in it.

Anyway, I didn't write this Author's note to rant on

I have also been studying for my Maths and English which I really do need to get up to scratch with. English School Curriculum sorta sucks but I'm totally fine with it as long as I can understand it to some extent.

Anyway, on with the show,

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"Hi Aunt Petunia." Was all he said croakily, his eyes unfocused, yet looking at her. Unbidden, a smile leapt onto her lips as she felt relief rush through her veins.

Releasing her breath as Harry became more and more awake and his yes focused more on her and his surroundings, Petunia sat back down again and watched as Harry doing the same, grunting at something paining him. His grunt alerted the matron to his arousal which caused her to bustle over and begin assessing him for any form of injury, which in turn, caused him to protest that he "felt fine and I don't feel any pain."

With a critical eye upon his prone form, the matron nodded the once and looked over to Petunia and asked, "Might I have a word with you, Mrs Dursley?"

Casting an eye upon Harry, the woman in question saw that he was looking fearful but nodded anyway, squeezing his hand as she stood from the chair, whispered in Harry's ear and followed the witch to a closed door, through which she entered, standing to one side to allow the muggle to enter. The contents of the room was set out like a school doctor's office, with the only exceptions being the vials of coloured liquids set inside a large dark wood cupboard, the feathered quill that sat innocently inside an inkwell on the old-fashioned desk and a half closed door which looked to lead to a bedroom with a bed that looked as though someone had rushed out of it in an emergency. A strong, sterile smell hung in the air as the door swung shut and the nurse swept past her to sit at the desk and waved her hand at a chair that Petunia had not noticed before.

"It won't take long," Came the assurance as Petunia hesitated, "I merely want to ask some questions about Harry, that's all."

Her breath catching as she sat down, Petunia waited like a school girl under the scrutiny of the Wizarding school nurse in front of her, her hand clenching into a nervous fist as the witch shuffled some papers, before she found a long piece of paper and handed it to the other woman sitting opposite to read, which she did, her face turning horrified at the long list that was in her hands, one hand flying to her mouth in sheer terror.

Looking up long before she reached the bottom, Petunia saw that the matron was looking grim before she asked, "Do you have any clue as to how that list happened, Mrs Dursley?"

Shaking her head, Petunia stayed silent as the witch smiled quickly and said, "That list you hold is every injury that your nephew has ever accumulated in his life. I don't often see a list this long, never in all my years as the nurse at this establishment. But I have never had to witness one as long as this be made from a simple Diagnostic Charm. And I never thought that I would have to ask a parent or guardian into my office to speak about it. Never, in a million years, did I think this would have to happen."

"Is this what you want to talk about? My husband is strict on the boy, but I-" Petunia began, only to be interrupted by Madam Pomfrey as she scowled and asked, "You're Mr Potter's legal guardian, are you not?"

A nod and Petunia suddenly felt small as the nurse made a resigned face before saying, "I knew your sister, Mrs Dursley. She was a fantastic student in this school and would have begun her Healer apprenticeship here at Hogwarts, had she not gone into hiding with James Potter. I'll say this as a friend to Lily Evans and as a school nurse, please tell me the truth about Harry's home life."

"I can't."

"You can't, or won't?"

"I'm sorry." was all Petunia could say before she hung her head and began sobbing great tears, tears of grief as Madam Pomfrey Transfigured a piece of parchment into a handkerchief and sat with the muggle, her arm going around her shoulders in comfort.

The Wing

Harry opened his eyes as a wad of something hit his forehead. Looking around as a 'psst'ing sound hit his ears, he saw Jazz leaning on her elbows towards him and looking pointedly. Groaning slightly, he raised an eye brow as the girl looked around, he sat up slightly as she asked, "What happened?"

"You don't remember? Your brother caught Peeves."

"I remember that. And then there was a golden explosion of light when we were about to clean up the mess." Jazz answered, "It was after you and three others gripped hands."

Harry knit his brows together in confusion as Jazz groaned and started to get out of bed, her hands shaking as muffled sobs came from the office door behind them all and stood up before making her way to Harry's bedside, settling down in the chair nearest to the prone form of Danny as she heaved weak but strong lungfuls of sterile smelling air.

Taking the lax hand in hers, she sighed before Harry mused, "It felt like something called for the four of us to do that. Like someone or something called from another dimension."

"I don't see how that could happen, Harry." Jazz muttered, "The only dimension I can think of is the Zone. And not everyone there likes Danny."

"I can see the point behind that, but why?" Harry replied, looking at Danny as the latter stirred slightly, but made no other movement. The small move had Jazz looking at him in alarm before she answered quietly, "He's one of only three Halfa's in the world. The first one's a Douchè bag, or as Danny likes to say 'a seriously crazed-up fruitloop' whereas the youngest one looks to Danny like a big brother. She's out there somewhere, just travelling, seeing the wonders of the world and it's sightseeing glories."

"That still doesn't explain why he's hated."

Jazz looked at Harry as he moved to sit up and look at her full-on in the eyes, which she averted before whispering, "Because he survived what should have been fatal. Think about it, Harry, ghost's are human souls that don't want to Move On, so they become fixated on something that will tie them to the mortal plane of existence, which effectively becomes their Obsession. When a Halfa is 'born',-" here she used air-quotes, "they can change between 'Death' and that one thing ghosts want to have again: 'Life'. However, Halfa's can also have multiple obsessions and be no worse for it."

"So, basically, they're jealous of him?" Harry summarized, causing Jazz to nod while he shrank back into his pillows sullenly, staring up at the ceiling as he added, "I know that feeling."

"You don't seem the jealous type."

"I used to be jealous of my cousin." Harry confessed, "Then last year happened and I realised that Ron was jealous of me being who I am. I was forced into participating in this tournament that basically put three students from three of the best magic schools to the test. I was entered and chosen as a fourth participant, or Champion as we were called and Ron became jealous because of it."

Jazz stared at the wizarding teen as he continued to stare at the ceiling and sighed, lost in recent wounding memories. The sound of a door slamming open startled them both into looking as Dumbledore as he walked up and past their beds and up to the door, through which he barged, eliciting shouts of shock from the two women inside before it shut again. The other witches and wizards around the beds stared at the door, before going back to fussing over their charges. One woman, a red-headed motherly looking witch, spotted the small trio and with a look at her child, walked over, earning a small shy wave from Harry and a confused look from Jazz.