Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

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The Light

Harry saw a light. White, surrounding everything and he felt like he was floating toward it. Harry felt this feeling of peace and completion. He felt like everything would be all right now.

Inus (Harry) felt someone touch him. He slowly opened his eyes and the peace that he felt before was gone. His body ached and he felt weak and tired. "Am I in Hell?"

"No, my boy," Dumbledore's voice said. "Did you think I wouldn't have an antidote for the spider's poison? Miss Delacour has also been treated."

"The spider stopped dragging me. A second later I knew that my magic hadn't made it lose interest." Inus felt so weak and tired.

Someone else grabbed his hand.

Inus turned his head slightly and saw his mother. "I was in heaven."

"You have to stop dying on me," his mum said.

"I don't plan to make it a habit." Inus tried his best to smile. "I'm so tired."

"Rest," Dumbledore said. "We'll celebrate your victory when you're better."

Inus closed his eyes again to wake to feeling a kiss on his forehead. "Severus?"

"I'm here, luv," Severus said.

"I was in heaven. It was beautiful. There was sense of peace that can't be described."

Severus laughed. "They let you in heaven with your language."

"I couldn't save Fleur," Inus said. "I didn't realise someone else was attacked until my hands started losing sensation and I was unable to head back."

"You did the best you could." Severus pointed to the wheelchair beside the bed.

"Sure. How is Fleur?"

"Good. She received a lower dose of venom than you."

Inus realised the spider, having emptied its venom into his leg, wouldn't have much left to attack Fleur. "I should shake her hand and say good game."

Fleur walked over. "'Ello, 'Arry. I see zey managed to save your leg. I was worried you would 'ave a stump like Professor Moody."

Inus sat up. "You worried about me?" His left leg was badly scarred by the huge spider's mandibles. Magic must have restored the bone and sinew under the skin. Inus managed to bend his knee slightly before the pain became too much.

"You saved my sister. I could never zank you enough." Fleur sat by Inus.

"Fleur, good game. What happened to Viktor?"

"I zink 'e got lost," said Fluer. "'E battled the Blast-Ended Skrewt for me."

"I should tell him good game," said Inus.

Severus was still standing by the wheelchair. "At the party. You need to accept your cup and the prize money."

Inus felt a bit loopy. "The prize money goes to the Weasley twins for them to open a joke shop."

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A few days later, Severus guided Inus into the wheelchair. "Let's meet your adoring fans."

"I'm not strong enough to walk."

"Your leg will heal. Poppy says that you'll be in tiptop shape long before you teach your first class in the fall," Severus said.

"My heart?" Inus asked.

"It's fine," Poppy said. "Pulse 62, Blood pressure 110/70. Your blood gasses are normal." Poppy put her hand on Inus's hand. "Squeeze my finger."

Inus squeezed her finger with one hand and the other.

"Good," Poppy said. "No alcohol at the party and take it easy on the snacks. You still have some healing to do."

"I'll take good care of him," Severus said.

"I know drink lots of juice and eat my vegetables," Inus said.

"Always good advice," Poppy said. "Would you rather recover here or do so in your dorm?"

"The dorm." Inus thought about the moving stairs. He could use the floe in the Gryffindor common room to avoid the stairs. "If that isn't too much trouble."

"I need to check your leg a few more times, but you can sleep in your own bed," Poppy said.

"Thanks." Inus smiled.

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Inus listened to Bagman's speech then Severus rolled him over to the head table to get his bag of gold and replica of the goblet. Inus said, "The Triwizard Tournament has taught me much. I can truly say a different person stands here, well, sits here, today then the one those many months ago when my name flew out of the goblet. It isn't the winning or losing that is important. It is the choices you make along the way. I hope I made the right ones. I like to thank Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum for a good contest. I'm not one for speeches. Thanks."

Severus wheeled Inus back to his table.

"I can wheel myself to the twins. They need this more than I." Inus looked at the bag of gold on his lap then wheeled himself over to the twins. Fred helped him to a free spot at the table. So legilimency had a purpose; it was useful in telling the Weasley twins apart. Inus handed Fred the bag of gold. "I expect you to use this to start your magic shop."

"We will," said Fred and George in union.

"Good luck. Dumbledore promised to talk to me after the third task. I'm going to see that he keeps his word." Inus rolled himself over to the head table, again. "Sir, we need to talk."

Dumbledore said, "Can I push you somewhere less public?"

"I feel like a child in this bloody wheelchair," said Inus.

"Poppy assures me you shall be jogging with Sirius in no time," said Dumbledore.

"My leg hurts like hell," said Inus.

Dumbledore pushed him into the small room they used when their names were called all those months ago. "Pain is a good sign. That means the nerve endings are working. Are you looking forward to teaching in the fall?" Dumbledore then sat at a chair across from Inus and looked into his eyes. Those blue eyes were so unnerving as always.

"I've read the material. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"Good. I have you scheduled to take the O.W.L.'s with your class. That doesn't offend you?"

"Why should it?" Inus looked at the white-haired wizard sitting at his level.

"I don't approve of what you and Severus did. Certain locked doors should remain locked, but you seem calmer now. Maybe, a bit of self-knowledge has done you well. Is there anything you would like to ask me?"

"There isn't any way we are going to be friends." That wasn't really a question because Inus knew the answer.

"No, there isn't." Dumbledore's eyes didn't twinkle. "You brought a dangerous creature into Hogwarts and your actions led to the death of one of my students. I can't see us being friends."

"Sir, Lord Voldemort's actions triggered the death of a professor." Inus looked at his lap. "That student is still alive in me."

"You're legally Quirinus Quirrell. You had three years to ask the Ministry of Magic to recognise you as Harry Potter." Dumbledore touched Inus's hand. "Inus, when the Goblet of Fire chose Harry Potter, I thought you would realise you were still the boy who lived."

"Mum told me I can't fight my biology," Inus looked at the old but far from frail hand covering his hand. Mrs. Quirrell had taken him in and loved him unconditionally. Sirius and Remus couldn't tell the court that Inus wasn't her son. It would have broken her heart. "Sibyll told me of the prophecy. A child born on the seventh month to parents who thrice defied the Dark Lord has the power to vanquish him. I was meant to die with Voldemort. Me being in this body is a fluke."

Dumbledore took his hand off of Inus's hand and armrest. "I have to uphold your decision."

"Thank you, sir," said Inus.

"You can call me Albus."

"I rather not," Inus said in a soft voice. "I have a party to attend in my honour. Could you push my chair back into the Great Hall?"

Dumbledore got up and started to push Inus's wheelchair. "You should be walking before classes return. Alaster says I have accessibility issues. I need to put an elevator in and hire a new groundskeeper. I'm going to ask the Ministry to change your father's sentence to time served."

"Thank you, sir."

"It's far from a done deal. I have some other applicants I need to consider."

Inus wondered who the other applicants were, but he wouldn't peek into Dumbledore's mind.

Dumbledore pushed the wheelchair into the Great Hall. "You did a nice thing - giving the prize money to the Weasley twins."

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Author's Note: I, originally, wrote this before reading Harry Potter and Half-Blood Prince. After reading about horcruxes, I realised Voldemort could come back and I would need another installment to finish the story. I shall be posting Harry Potter and the Living Portrait soon.