The Power Within

by DZ2

Secret of the Stone Response: What do you call something that can do the impossible? The power of the Gods. What do you call someone that can do the impossible? Harry Potter. Grey OP Harry/Wanda; Wolfstar; Good Dumbledore

5. Hogwarts Needs A Doctor

The Power Within

Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Recommended Reads: Harry Potter and the Mystic Sorcerer and Custos Aeternus by Winged Seer Wolf, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Trickshot, Bonded, Magical Spider, Widow's Vengeance and Wands and Claws by JustBored21, Magical Origins by Dante 2K-25, Lightning, Part 1 and Lightning, Part 2: An Eventful Fourth Year by The New York Bear, Master of Death and Wielder of Infinity by bhanfhen, Magical Blocks and Bonds by raspberry dreams, A Third Path to the Future by Vimesenthusiast and Harry Potter The Protector of Magic by TigerSwarm9122

Key Pairing: Harry/Wanda

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

Otsutsuki no Yami: I don't know if you'll receive this update, but I've decided to scrap slash and go with a het pairing;

Winged Seer Wolf: Sorry, but I hope you enjoy all that is to come, especially the descriptions coming up in this chapter;

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ALSO:

If you haven't yet seen my recommended reads – updated – then just know I've added the following stories to my recommended reads for this one and, trust me, they're all worth it;

CUSTOS AETERNUS by Winged Seer Wolf – a Harry Potter/Eternals Crossover that was actually inspired by this very adventure

BONDED by JustBored21 – A Harry Potter/Venom Crossover that actually helped inspire my own HP/Venom story

MAGICAL SPIDER by JustBored21 – a Harry Potter/Spiderman Crossover that is a 'Harry is reborn as…' story, but a fun one.

So, if you get the chance, I implore you to check out the stories, as well as the others I've recommended.

"First and foremost, you might want to consider competing in this Tournament, since that is the reason you have returned. I imagine, with your powers, you might consider nullifying the bond your magic has to the rules and bylaws of the Tournament's Magic. However, if you do that, I suspect you may yet incite forces that go above and beyond what you yourself have become…if any even exist at all out there."

"Great…" drawled Harry, looking again to the image of the Arcanite on the page, before he shrugged ruefully as he smiled weakly.

"On the upside, at least I'll be all right seeing my friends again; although, I wonder how they'll handle having a borderline-god for a best friend!"

Chapter 5: Hogwarts Needs A Doctor

Early the next morning, after a night of wonder, conflict and interesting twists and turns for both Harry and Stephen, the Sorcerer Supreme was a little surprised to find his temporary houseguest was already awake and seemed to be standing at a window in the London Sanctum, watching the sun rise through one of the many enchanted window/viewscreens in the Sanctuary.

"Harry!" gasped Stephen, genuinely surprised to see someone other than him or, sometimes, Wong up and about so early in the morning, especially after their battle, the ensuing revelations and everything else that Harry had gone through yesterday. "You…you're awake!"

"I didn't sleep," said Harry, keeping his back to the Sorcerer Supreme as he explained, "Not that I didn't try to, but, no matter what I tried, my body wouldn't go to sleep. It was like…like I don't even need it anymore, Doctor Strange."

As Stephen looked to his young companion in abject surprise, he couldn't resist smirking as he mused, "You know, if you want to, you can call me Stephen. Now we're not enemies…well, not at this current moment in time, and since I've offered you my assistance, I hope you can consider us at least equals, if not friends."

"Thank you, Stephen," said Harry in a matter-of-fact voice, earning a soft scoff from Strange.

"Feels weird, but…anyway, are you ready to go back?"

"Yes," replied Harry, turning to face Stephen before he lifted a hand and held it up in the air; as Stephen watched, his eyes widened when Harry's newly-conjured – and still-alive – three-headed dragon companion suddenly flew through the air, where it landed on Harry's shoulders, perching itself on his left-hand side so perfectly, it was like a parrot on the shoulder of a pirate.

As Harry petted the dragon's middle head, the powerful beast let out a soft murr of appreciation before Harry smiled as he explained, "Good morning to you too, Helios. Time to go back to school."

"Helios," observed Stephen, before he nodded once, "Appropriate, I guess."

"I thought so too," said Harry, before he waved his hand through the air; to Stephen's surprise, the London Sanctum suddenly seemed to melt away, revealing a rocky pathway in the middle of an open countryside. Off to one side, down a second path, a small village could be seen in the distance while, as Stephen looked behind Harry, he couldn't resist showing his awe and wonder as he found himself looking up at the gates to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as well as the majestic castle beyond it.

"Well," remarked Stephen, tucking his Sling Ring into his pocket as he laughed, "At least that saves me the trouble of opening a portal for you."

Harry, however, could only stare up at the citadel in question with a look of alarm, if not an emotion that could have been described as hatred; his hands were by his side, clenched into fists while, on his shoulder, the dragon, Helios, let out a trio of warning, threatening snarls, all of which seemed to be reflected in the glow of Harry's bright, emerald-green eyes.

Looking to his young companion with bewilderment, Stephen frowned curiously, "What? What's wrong, Harry? I would have thought you'd be happy to be back here so soon."

"I am," said Harry, before he seemed to draw in a shaky, hissing breath as he whispered, "But…my God…what is this? The school…the place I…I would have called my home away from home, had it not been for…for what happened three years ago. What…what's wrong with her?"

"How do you mean?" asked Stephen, earning a dumbfounded look from Harry.

"Can't you feel it, Strange? I thought you were basically one spell away from being as powerful as…well…me?" asked Harry incredulously, indicating the gates and the property beyond as he exclaimed, "The school…her magic…her spirit! It…it's…it's hurt…like a wound…a pestilence on the Magical Energies that…that make her what she is."

"Let me see," said Stephen, holding up his hands before, crafting a mystic seal, he pushed its energy outwards towards Hogwarts; to his alarm, as soon as the energy of his Mystic Seal touched the perimeter of Hogwarts, Stephen saw exactly what Harry was talking about.

The gates to Hogwarts, as well as the space around them – at least, the space as far as Stephen's spell could reach – was bathed in a very dim shade of golden mystical energy, which, like wisps of smoke rising from a campfire, seemed to be dissipating and shuddering in place, as though their energy was weak, fractured and, as Harry had said, infected by some fatal pestilence.

"Great Agamotto!" gasped Stephen, earning a scoff from Harry.

"I'd have gone with Merlin's beard, but that's good too…but you don't sense it, Strange…here…let me show you what I feel…"

As Stephen watched, his eyes widened when, with a dramatic flashing gesture, followed by a fierce, sharp sweep of his arms, Harry seemed to latch onto Stephen's scanning spell, but instead of reeling it in or dispelling it, he, instead, sent the magic of Stephen's spell flying outwards from the gates. As a result, the scanning powers of the Sorcerer Supreme's magic was expanded further the area around Hogwarts' perimeter, revealing even more faded-golden energies, as well as what looked like much-darker-coloured patches dotted here and there, like some dark force had stitched itself into the vulnerable points around Hogwarts.

There also seemed to be great swirling spirals of red-and-black magical energies, like freshly-oozing wounds spewing blood onto the ground below while, to Stephen's alarm, even the gates themselves seemed to be struggling to hold back the raging tides of corrupting, dissection and desecration that had infected the magic around and inside the school.

"Holy…"

"Not exactly," said Harry, his hands now trembling as he threw them downwards, seemingly dispelling Stephen's scans, returning Hogwarts to its more-normal look, as he continued, "I…I don't know if it's because I…I'm an Arcanite or…or because Hogwarts was…was the source of the magic that…that helped regenerate me into…into this form, but…but what I feel. It…it's worse than any spell or curse…it's more-painful than any broken limb or…or burn or any other form of status-poisoning magic. It…it's like someone's driving white-hot spikes through every fibre of my soul…and that's just the…the perimeter. I…I almost shudder to imagine what…what the school's main body is going to feel like…but…but now I see it…now I feel it…I…I cannot…I will not allow it to…to endure!"

The air seemed to crackle with magic as Harry made his vow, earning an awestruck look from Stephen: he knew the boy had become something much more than your average Sorcerer, Master or even a wizard like those beyond the gates.

But…but to have this level of connection to Hogwarts herself?

Truly, as Harry had said, it was like a favourite son looking on as his ailing Mother suffered from some terrible disease.

One that spurred him into action, as Harry proved, as he looked to Stephen before he asked, "Will you come with me, Stephen? Not only because I want them to see who and what has become of me, but…well, since I'm in the Tournament…"

"I was thinking the same thing after our chat last night, Harry," agreed Stephen, watching as the gates to Hogwarts seemed to creak open, their groaning screams more-haunting than any horror story could have made them, before, as Harry went to move inside the perimeter, Stephen continued speaking to his young companion.

"As Sorcerer Supreme, it's my solemn duty to be responsible for any potential threats to Planet Earth's magical community; of course, I now understand you are not a threat, but, rather, you've become something akin to me, but more at the same time. So, if I can offer you an olive branch, of sorts, by representing you for the Tournament, and naming you a Champion of Kamar-Taj, if not the Masters of the Mystic Arts, then I will. Of course, I also have my duties as Sorcerer Supreme to tend to, so, really, unless you need my assistance, the only time I can come back here will be to act as your neutral judge and aide in the Tasks, understand?"

"Naturally…now…let's get…"

Before he could finish, however, Harry's eyes widened suddenly before, as he set foot on Hogwarts' soil, he suddenly seemed to turn pale, frail and sickly-looking; at the same time, his body stumbled as he fell to the floor, clutching at his heart while his breath came out in short, ragged gasps.

Behind him, Stephen, doing the only thing he could think of, conjured a Mystic Whip and yanked Harry off of the grounds, earning a gasp from Harry that could have mirrored that of a drowning man barely recovering from his ordeal. At the same time, Helios let out a cry of warning and apparent dislike, as well as hatred, as he nuzzled his human's head, earning a soft, but almost-relieved round of gasps and deep breaths from Harry as he petted the beast on his shoulder.

"I…I'm all right, Helios…my God…this wound…the sickness affecting Hogwarts…it's ingrained into her…even the ground feels like I was trying to wade through poisonous sludge that was already up to my neck! This…this blight…it made me so weak…so frail…I'd almost compare it to this comic book I remember reading about another powerful being who was weakened by green meteor rocks!"

"You're certainly as close to being like Superman as anyone could get, Harry," agreed Stephen, earning a soft scoff from the Arcanite as he rose up, looking to Stephen, who shrugged ruefully, "What? I read comic books when I was a young boy myself…so…this blight on Hogwarts? It's your Kryptonite, is that what you're saying?"

"Not exactly," said Harry, lifting his hands over his head before, slowly, but surely, he ran his hands down his body; when he did so, a faint white glow seemed to envelop his body, like an aura shield, before Harry drew in a shaky breath as he explained, "I wasn't prepared for how potent the poisonous infection was, Stephen…but now I've felt it, I…I think I can nullify it…at least until I get to the spot where I can begin to heal it."

"Couldn't you just do that from out here?" asked Stephen, earning a soft chuckle from Harry.

"Maybe, but there's something you don't know about me, Stephen Strange."

As Stephen looked on in bewilderment, Harry winked playfully before he smiled slyly.

"I love taking the opportunity to show off…just ask a certain Head of Slytherin House, if you don't believe me…now, come on…"

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As Harry and Stephen walked onto the grounds – this time without Harry going Superman vs Kryptonite thanks to the dark blight beneath the very soil of Hogwarts – in the Great Hall, the aforementioned Head of Slytherin House suddenly sneezed loudly, earning a round of dumbfounded looks from his students and colleagues.

"Gesundheit, Severus," drawled Filius, earning a scowl from the Potions Master.

"Potter! He must be responsible for this!"

"Is there anything you won't blame that boy for, Severus?" asked Minerva, though, like her colleagues and many students, she already knew what the answer was going to be.

Hell no!

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Hogwarts was sick.

The air was infected by a terrible plague.

The ground practically rotted away with each passing second.

Even the walls, floors, ceilings, doors, windows and upholstery in the school might as well be plagued by a virus so malefic in nature and so evil and twisted, it might as well have mutated over time so that almost nothing could heal it and cleanse the epidemic once and for all.

Key word there: almost nothing!

As Harry strolled through the familiar doors allowing him entry to Hogwarts, he had to cover his nose and mouth with the sleeve of the same white robe he'd conjured up after returning to his body, as well as his home away from home the night before. At the same time, on his shoulder, Helios whimpered and seemed to try and bury all three of his heads into his wings.

Meanwhile, to Stephen's curiosity, even his sentient Cloak of Levitation seemed to try and wrap itself tighter around its wearer's body, like the dragon's wings shielding said dragon, as though even the Cloak sought comfort and protection from Stephen.

"The blight?" asked Stephen, earning a groan of disdain from Harry, whose protective shielding seemed to grow stronger-still, even as the Arcanite nodded in response, his face twisted into a grimace as he looked towards the doors leading to the Great Hall.

"It…it's like it…it gets even stronger…more-cloying…painful…heart-and-soul-wrenching the…the more we enter Hogwarts' inner sanctum; the Dark Magic in this place…the weaknesses that have been allowed to fester…the protections…the sanctuary…the feeling of comfort and homeliness…all that is supposed to make Hogwarts a bastion for goodness and the future of Magic…ye Gods…what have they done to it? How is it nobody noticed this before, not even…"

Suddenly, as Harry went to finish his question, he gasped in alarm, if not suspicious horror, as he asked, "No…oh, you stupid old fool…what have you done to the citadel you're supposed to be responsible for? Why would you do it? What possible excuse would you use to justify not only infecting the school's magic, but…but putting the students themselves in such peril…why, Albus? Why?"

"You think he had something to do with what you feel, Harry?"

"He is the Headmaster," said Harry, stopping outside the doors to the Great Hall as he explained, "And he has been here, not only through the rise and fall of Grindelwald, but as a student and a professor and, later, the Headmaster, even during the rise of Tom Riddle…great Merlin's ghost…I swear I can even feel his taint on my home…what have you let happen to this ancient wonder, old man?"

This time, Stephen didn't answer, though Harry did manage to find the strength to resist the worse taints and infectious atmosphere that seemed to threaten his own health as, drawing himself up to his full height, he suddenly smiled wolfishly as he looked to Stephen.

"Now, I hate to shatter the illusion I'm giving off as an Arcanite, but, to be honest, I've always wanted to do this…"

Before Stephen could ask what he meant by such a juvenile remark, Harry lifted his right foot and, with enough strength to rival, if not make even the greatest rugby players – not to mention a half-giant and a giantess, both of whom were currently sitting in the Great Hall – envious of his power, Harry booted the doors of the Great Hall wide open.

As the loud bang resonated through said Hall, every head on each one of the four House Tables, as well as the High Table, looked towards the doors; when the students and adults saw Harry standing there, seemingly-trembling with barely-restrained rage and some sort of affliction, a few people were surprised, but also curious.

However, in the case of roughly two-thirds of the school's population – meaning Hogwarts' population, though some from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang also seemed to share in that surprise – they were beyond-stunned to see Doctor Stephen Strange standing there, right next to Harry, looking at the Great Hall with wonder and a hint of curiosity as he followed the white-clad teenager into the hall.

Some of them – most-notably Hagrid, as well as Filius, Dumbledore himself and even Harry's friends on the Gryffindor Table – were also left in awe of the beautiful, unusual-looking white dragon perched on Harry's shoulder, not to mention the glow of raw magical power that seemed to be surrounding Harry as he strolled forwards, his steps somewhat-shaky, but determined.

"Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"Harry!" cried Hermione, though Harry didn't seem to hear her, as, instead, his gaze was fixed on Dumbledore like a sniper aiming at his target through his scope.

As Harry reached the familiar gold lectern where Dumbledore would normally deliver his speeches and address the hall, however, there was a particular member of Hogwarts who wasn't happy to see Harry.

Three guesses whom – and no prizes for guessing either.

"Potter! How dare you think you can just walk in here, like you own the place! As if showing off to our guests wasn't…"

"Zip it, Snape!" snarled Harry, before a collective gasp of alarm and wonder – as well as eternal gratitude, mostly from three-quarters of Hogwarts, none of whom were wearing snakes on their robes – filled the Great Hall when, as Harry had snapped at the Potions Master, so too did Snape's lips suddenly zip themselves closed, leaving the Potions Master screaming through muffled lips.

Harry, however, kept his eyes focused on Dumbledore as he hissed icily, "Albus Dumbledore…you have failed this castle!"

"I'm sorry?" asked Albus, watching as Harry walked right up to the High Table, stopping on the opposite side of the table to where the Headmaster was seated; as he did so, Harry also noticed Snape's hand going for his wand.

"One moment…" said Harry, flicking his wrist before, again, the entire hall was left shocked, as well as in awe, alarmed and grateful – again, mostly the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws – when Snape suddenly flew up into the air. Seconds later, the Head of Slytherin was left floating over the heads of the students, his arms and legs pinned to his side, while his eyes were wider than wide as he mumbled some unknown cry of outrage and demand at his boss.

"Harry! What…how did…what are you…"

"I don't have the time or the patience to deal with that man's impotent grudge against the deceased, Headmaster," said Harry, holding out his hands before he demanded, "There are much more important things to take care of at this moment in time: the first of which is this…take my hands…"

"Harry, if there is something…"

"Take my hands, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!" growled Harry, his voice edged by an almost-thunderous snarl, which made even his rivals/enemies in Slytherin take notice. Add in what he'd willingly done to the Head of the aforementioned House, and the fact that he'd done it using ways that should have been impossible for anyone his age and it was safe to say that there was not one Slytherin student, or anyone else, who was willing to speak out against Harry as he made demands of the Headmaster.

Seeing the fire in Harry's eyes – which were still the same eerie, empowered, emerald-green-and-starlight blend of colour that they'd been when Harry had returned just last night – Albus swallowed hard before, nodding once, he extended his hands to Harry, taking the boy's hands in his own.

Seconds later, Albus gasped as, all of a sudden, both him and Harry were pulled out of their bodies, leaving their spirits hovering over the school's combined population, including their guests and, to Albus' curiosity, an apparently-humoured Stephen Strange, who seemed to look right at them before he watched as Harry and Albus' spirits flew upwards, passing through the enchanted ceiling and leaving the Great Hall behind.

"Harry," asked Albus, looking to Harry as the boy's ghostly, but still-living – as Albus could still feel a connection to his body, as well as his heart beating inside his chest – form pulled him further and further up through the school, passing through empty classrooms and hallways before, finally, they emerged through the roof of the topmost tower, bringing them to a stop over the apex of Hogwarts herself.

"What…what is this? I…I confess, when…when I saw you disappear last night, I…I suspected Stephen had somehow summoned you, but…but why are you so…so cold? So…so angry? If there is something I've done to upset you, my boy, then…please…tell me how I can help."

"You can start by explaining this!" snapped Harry, clapping his hands together – the sound of which, Albus noticed with a glimmer of awe, was more like cannon-fire, with how much magic and strength Harry put into it – before he thrust his arms out to either side of his body, spreading them wide in a powerful, commanding gesture.

As Albus watched, his eyes widened with alarm, horror, disbelief, pain and even wonder when the whole school, from building to barricades and even the deep reaches of the Forbidden Forest, the Owlery and the Quidditch Pitch, all lit up with the same faded, weakened energy presence that Harry had felt – and Stephen had seen after casting his spell – outside the gates.

Now, however, the pestilence that had come to infect and, practically, mortally-wound the once-proud, mystic citadel was in full view of both Harry and Dumbledore, the lesser of whom actually shed tears as he saw more and more infectious wounds, as well as oozing sores, voided emptiness and parasitic leeches crawling through every part of the place he thought of as his real home – if not his new Mother, given the euphemism that Stephen had used when Harry had found out he was an Arcanite.

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Contrary to what Harry had thought, the worst-affected area of the school's epidemic wasn't even the Forbidden Forest; instead, as Harry looked at the school and its surroundings with a hurt, angry and tearful gaze, he saw the worst of the corruptions was located on what he recognised as the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

Unlike many of the other taints and diseases that were currently rotting away Hogwarts' once-proud nature, the darkest corruption on the seventh floor seemed to be so dark in colour, and malefic in sensory nature that it felt like the abyss itself was feeding on that one spot. The blackness was darker than dark and more-evil than any other taint that Harry could pick up on and, even as he looked at this one spot, the Arcanite felt a shiver run through him, coupled with his hand moving towards the spot where he once held a lightning-bolt scar on his brow.

Whatever was there, Harry suddenly felt very sick and, possibly, angrier than ever as he recognised the origin of this darkest taint for what it really was…or rather, for who it had really come from.

Voldemort!

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"Merlin's beard!"

"Is an understatement," said Harry, his voice breaking with rage and sorrow as he looked to an ashen-faced Dumbledore, who now looked back to Harry with fear and pain all his own, as the boy explained, "I felt this as soon as I was back in Hogwarts' presence: I didn't feel anything like this last night because my mind and body were still in a fugue state, but, now I've come home again…back to the spirit of grace and magic that, like a loving Mother to her unborn son, helped nurture and protect me before breathing new life into me, albeit prematurely thanks to the Triwizard Tournament, but I digress."

As Harry looked down at Hogwarts, more tears fell from his eyes as he growled through clenched, "Now, with my mind and body one again, I can feel her pain; I can smell it…heck, I can even taste it and it is, without a shadow of the doubt, the foulest, most-gut-churning, nerve-shattering, mind-blowingly-disgusting taste I can ever remember having…and, remember, for ten years, I lived with Muggles who would rather feed me rotted food than let me have a normal life or regular food and drink."

"But…but this is…this…it's…"

"I know what it is…and it's killing Hogwarts!" exclaimed Harry, turning to face Dumbledore with fire in his eyes once more as he explained, "What is supposed to protect and nurture her charges, it is instead poisoning their minds, blackening their hearts and putting them in harm's way more times than any school, even a Muggle one, should be able to do. I once heard Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, but, looking at her now, I can honestly say I felt safer back in Little Whinging with the people who got their rocks off on hunting me like an animal and locked me in a cupboard under the stairs…and I want an explanation, Headmaster…NOW!"

If he was being brutally honest, Harry half-expected Albus not to have an answer, so, when the only thing that the Headmaster could do was stare blindly, in horror and pain, at the desecration of his school, and how some parts were much darker and more-malefic than others, Harry wasn't even a little surprised to see the old man look to Harry in defeat.

"My God…Mother Magic forgive me…what have I done?"

"So…you are responsible?" asked Harry, earning a pained nod from Dumbledore, "How?"

"Be…below…underground…" said Albus, tears of regret and pain rolling down his cheeks as he looked to Harry before he told him, "Please…Harry; you…you brave, brilliant boy…please, let…let me help you…let me figure out a way to make it right…"

"Show me."

Once again, Harry extended a hand to Albus, who took it before, with more speed than a rapidly-falling rocket – certainly much faster than when they'd risen up to the skies above the school – the two spirits of magic plummeted down into the belly of the earth.

Seconds later, Harry found himself standing, in his astral form, in a room that seemed to be comprised of four large, crystalline pillars, each one, he quickly noticed, the exact same colour as the corresponding House of Hogwarts.

Emerald for Slytherin.

Ruby for Gryffindor.

Sapphire for Ravenclaw.

Topaz for Hufflepuff.

At the centre of the four pillars, however, Harry's eyes widened with rage, horror and disbelief when he saw a single, aquamarine-blue-coloured sphere, which seemed to be emitting a faint, ghostly pulse that passed into each of the four House Pillars. However, the pulse was much weaker than Harry felt it should have been and, as if that wasn't enough, he could also sense the roots of the corruption from the perimeter of Hogwarts stemming outwards from this small sphere – which was barely even large enough to rival a soccer ball, much less a great and powerful force like that, which was responsible for the wellbeing of the school.

"What…what is this?" asked Harry, his hands again clenched into fists as he turned to Dumbledore, "Where are we, Albus? What…what did you do to…to this school?"

"We are in the Nexus, Harry," said Albus, falling to his astral knees as he bowed down and kissed the ground softly before, looking up at Harry, the Headmaster drew in a shaky breath as he continued. "You might as well call this the Heart of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…her soul…and…by great Merlin…I…I swear to you, my boy, I…I had no idea the…the pain…the affliction…it was this bad, but…but if there is a way to cleanse her…then it will be found here!"

"No," said Harry, looking to the Heart with pain and sorrow as he shook his head, "You won't find it here, old man…because the answer to healing her…it is still standing in front of you in the Great Hall…and its down here with you…and it is seriously pissed off!"

"What? You?" asked Albus, earning a nod from Harry. "How?"

"I'm an Arcanite," replied Harry, unaware of a horrified, if not beyond-awestruck look crossing Albus' face as Harry went on;

"But, right now, you might as well call me Doctor Potter…because this school needs healing…and, no matter what arguments you may have already thought up, I'm telling you, Albus Dumbledore…I will heal her! And then you and I are going to have a long talk about why I shouldn't just strip you of your magic, lock you in your own mind and dump you in the nearest old folks' home!"

Blimey, talk about a major pandemic, but now Harry's seen for himself just how deep the roots of corruption go, can he cut off those roots before they bloom any further out of control?

Also, if Harry does proceed with the Purge, what sort of long-term effects will it have on Hogwarts, particularly those who, let's face it, are only there because the weakened magic allows them to be there, all on the word of Albus Dumbledore?

Plus, just how screwed is Albus once Harry has dealt with the core problem? (Pretty damn much is my guess.)

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Harry Potter saved the world as a baby: now, as a reborn, fourteen-year-old Titan of Magic, aka an Arcanite, he must save Hogwarts herself, but when he proceeds to do what must be done, it leaves a lot of trouble to deal with, including the fates of certain wolves in sheep's clothing and a gift – or perhaps curse – that might just change all we know about one particular Hogwarts student;

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