Harry Potter the Visored

Chapter 39

Ok, so sorry about last chapter. I was having a bit of an issue with fanfiction not accepting my uploads, so I had to wait a few days and yell at the support through email to get things to work again. Things are good now, so I'm hoping that you were alerted when this chapter was posted.

Anyways, let's wrap up Book 2.

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As Harry opened his eyes, he felt shooting pains through his body, causing him to wince and groan as he sat up. Looking around slowly, he realized that he was in the hospital wing with wrapped around various parts of his body.

"What happened?" groaned the boy.

"I believe I should be asking you that Mister Potter," said Madame Pomfrey as she walked up, "you've been unconscious for the past week. What were you thinking? Diving into the chamber to fight a Basilisk without a rooster all by yourself? You're lucky the headmaster came when he did, though how you got second degree burns across most of your body is beyond me."

"You should have seen the other guy?" offered Harry sheepishly.

"Hmph," grumbled the Matron, "I would have hoped that, after your First Year, you'd have learned to avoid such situations that would lead you to end up here."

"I have been trying," said Harry before picking up on something that the Matron had said earlier, "Wait, you said that the Headmaster was the one to rescue me?"

"Indeed I was," said Dumbledore as he walked into the Hospital Wing, "Poppy, if you could give us a moment or two?"

"Just remember," said Madame Pomfrey as she got up, "Mister Potter is still recovering, so don't push him."

Once the Matron had left the room, Dumbledore conjured up a chintz armchair and sat himself down by the young Visored's bed.

"I believe it is about time we had a talk, Harry," said Dumbledore as he steepled his fingers, "mainly about the events in the Chamber…and about what happened in the third floor corridor last term."

Harry inwardly groaned, the Headmaster had been trying to corner the young Visored in order to discuss the events of his battle with Quirrellmort, and it looked like he had finally found the ideal moment to do so.

"It does not seem that I have much choice in the matter, Headmaster," said Harry dryly.

"I am simply curious as to why I found you in a rampaging bestial form with your dead body lying on the ground beside you," said Dumbledore, "also how you survived dealing with a basilisk with only burns across your body."

"I'm afraid I can't tell you, Headmaster," said Harry, "those techniques are a family secret."

"I don't recall the Potter or the Evans line ever having such abilities," said Dumbledore.

"My parents are not my only family," said Harry firmly, "you should know that quite well, as it is because of you that they had to rescue me."

"Harry my boy…" began Dumbledore before the teen angrily cut the old man off.

"Honestly Headmaster," said Harry, saying the man's title with a touch of venom, "it is no business of yours what my family chooses to teach me."

"Harry," said Dumbledore kindly, "if said techniques are a threat to Hogwarts…"

"You mean a threat like a cursed diary that let loose a gargantuan Basilisk?" interrupted Harry, "Or how about hiring a teacher that had the wraith of a Dark Lord sticking out of the back of his head? Or even something like housing a bloody Cerberus in the third floor corridor with only a mundane lock on a wooden door to keep students out? You see Headmaster, it seems you've been overlooking threats to this school that are far worse than what skills I may know. And don't forget, I dealt with two of those threats myself, when teachers should have been there to do so."

"Harry…" said Dumbledore as he tried again.

"I think you should leave, sir," said Harry with finality as he lay down on his bed and turned away.

Closing his eyes in frustration, Dumbledore rose to his feet and swept out of the room, his mind filled with his thoughts as he wondered how he was going to get through to Harry.

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The rest of the year passed without too much happening. Harry was bedridden for another few weeks as his injuries healed, much to the young Visored's dismay. Because of this, the Hufflepuff team ended up losing the Quidditch cup to the Gryffindor team and the Slytherins won the House Cup. Eventually, the year came to an end and Harry found himself riding the Hogwarts Express back to Platform 9 3/4 to meet up with his new family. As they arrived, he spotted Hachi and Rose waiting there and quickly hurried over to greet them.

"Harry-kun," said Hachi with a smile, as the two Visored hugged their young charge, "how have things been at school?"

"There were some eventful things that happened," said Harry in Japanese as well, "I'll tell you all about it back in Karakura."

"If you say so," said Rose.

The three of them then headed off to make the walk to Urahara's London Shop, from which they could make the jump back to the Visored manor via Urahara's teleporter watch.

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"So Harry," said Shinji once the group had gotten situated in the training room, with the youngest Visored scratching Norberta behind the ear ridges, "what kinds of adventures did you get into this year?"

"Well," said Harry casually, "I ended up having to destroy a cursed diary that was sucking the soul out of a girl after fighting a giant Basilisk that wanted to make me it's dinner."

The Visored were silent for a moment before Shinji sighed, "I'm seriously questioning the competence of the teachers at that school."

"Indeed," said Rose, "to think such a beast was loose in a school full of students."

"I wonder if the Board of Governors knows about what's been going on at the school?" muttered Love.

"So," said Harry as he tried to change the subject, "what has been going on with you guys?"

xXsceneXx

Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore was dealing with issues of his own as he was now having to deal with the Hogwarts Board of Governors questioning his competence as a Headmaster, a valid concern considering the two incidents that had happened under his nose during the past two terms. He had managed to lessen their ire toward him, but he could tell that Lucius Malfoy was still gunning for his head. Considering the man's choice in friends and tattoo artist, what else was new.

"Perhaps I'll have better luck convincing the Wizengamot to allow Hogwarts to keep a majority of the Basilisk remains to help refinance the school," mused the elderly wizard.

The phoenix perched near his desk gave him a look of admonishment that was ignored by the wizard.

"I'd best start preparing," said Dumbledore as he got his papers together and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.

While this happened, across the sea, a letter was delivered to the Urahara shop in Karakura. The letter bore the seal of the Wizengamot and the Minister of Magic and was addressed as follows.

Harry Potter

Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter

Urahara Shop

Karakura, Japan

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I'm leading up to an interesting interlude event that will begin next chapter and will be the bridge between books 2 and 3.

Stay tuned.