Author's Note: for months I've been trying to come up with a good Harry Potter fanfic plot. And erm, sorry if this offends anyone in anyway. This is just the prologue (v.short) so the chapters will be longer.

~The Session~

Prologue: Aftermath

"Hagrid," he had once said, quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."

How many times he dreamt about waking up, frantically looking about for the comfort of his Firebolt, his books, his wand, anything that would assure him of the wizarding world he loved, belonged. How many times he doubted his presence in Hogwarts but saved by Professor Dumbledore's extreme patience and the support of his two best friends, Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasley. How many times he ran his hands lightly, almost gingerly over his scar to be reminded of his past and present, all intertwined with the future. The future he wanted. The future they wanted.

But all that is irrelevant now, he thought bitterly, grinding his molars together, a habit developed whilst living here in this strange place. No friends to care for. No Hogwarts to belong. No familiar sound of Hagrid pounding on his prefect door. All gone. He felt sad. Forlorn. And most of all, betrayed.

He remembered his struggle with his words, cursing, spitting –yes, spitting viciously, aggressively at the people who dared to suggest the world he knew was unreal.

He was no longer aggressive, but as expected, submissive. As he sat hunched on the low-rise stiff white seat, he knew, knew they were all but a delusion in his mind.

His unstable and delusional mind. He breathed the acknowledgement of truth in and out as he remembered the exact words of the man who had sat in the seat across the small white table.

"You're not a wizard, Harry."