Disclaimer: In the beginning, nothing of this will be original. Harry potter and all characters plots and elements that are used are property of the author J.K.Rowling. This is an alternate universe fictional story beginning from the end of year one (Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone), the differences should become greater with each chapter. I have written quite a bit of it but the delay comes in the editing. Therefore, I make no promises as to how often I will update.

The next time that Harry surfaced, his thoughts were a little more coherent.  He was a little more aware of his surroundings and could feel that someone was standing near him.  His first attempt at opening his eyes failed.  It took him a while to actually realise that the person next to him was actually speaking to him.

'Mr. Potter I need to know what happened under the trap door.'  Everything was muffled but at least he could make out the voice.  Dumbledore.

Harry's thoughts ran in circles, 'trap door? What trap door?'  He remembered the pain, the shredding and burning of his skin.  With the memory came the actual pain.  He hurt.  Not just broken bone type pain but full some one has thrown you out of an aircraft without a parachute type pain (not that Harry had ever recalled being in an aircraft).  He hurt everywhere.

Harry fought the urge to just cry out.

The darkness he fought and eventually pushed away, something cool and damp was pressed against his face covering his eyes, for some reason it gave him comfort.  The pain faded to a dull ache.

As the swirling of thoughts and ideas slowed down Harry asked the question of himself.  'What do you know?' 

The question spoken aloud, in the harsh scratchy voice he could hardly believe as his own, served as a starting point, 'Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger have already shared their parts...'

'Ron is OK?' The space in his mind where Harry usually thought about whether or not he should open his mouth was missing.  He felt better knowing no one was harmed because of his actions.

'Yes Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley only suffered from a mild concussion, Madam Pomfrey released him two days ago.  Now on to something a little more dire,' the tone of voice almost developed a cool edge to it, the energy in the room increased a fraction '...now we found some small fragments from the stone. Tell me what happened?' For some reason Harry felt like something was trying to get him to do something "...trust the man," the magic whispered.  He thought he trusted him already so why would the magic be trying to force him?  "...tell him all you know..."  Looking back Harry knew that each word that the Headmaster spoke was laced with the same magic, and this revelation shocked him.  Then again, Dumbledore had yet to give him a reason to doubt his sincerity or to be wary of him.  These thoughts passed through Harry's mind in the instant that the wizard before him finished the last syllable of the question.  The boy relayed the events that happened through the last door, leaving out most of the information about what he felt when the stone shattered.  As he finished the whispers of enticement vanished from his presence, leaving behind the seeds of doubt.

'So the stone is destroyed ...it's for the best,' the wizards voice aged forty years almost resignedly.

'What about Mr. Flamel?'

'You did do the thing properly, didn't you?'  The man seemed to realize that he was in the room still. 'Well Nicolas and I have had a little chat and agreed that the stone should be destroyed or been, it is for the best after all...'  Harry then felt a light pressure on his right hand.

'Harry we found the remains of what I think is your wand.  The magic in the chamber destroyed the core, I am truly sorry.'  Again the magic laced words "...he is sincere" yet the fact that the magic was there led him to believe other wise.  In fact, if Harry did not know better the Headmaster almost sounded relieved.  Harry felt the magic and then something happened, it changed or he changed.  It tried to pull at him to compel him to force him to give answers.  Most of all he knew what to do to have it do what he wanted, not just fight it but to bend it to his will.

"Why was he relieved?" He silently appealed to it. Surprisingly the answer came rather quickly... "One less thing in common with Him..." How did he know about his wand being brother to Voldemort's wand? "Fawkes was the donor... The phoenix that lives with Dumbledore..."  Harry released the magic then he had no intention of holding onto it for as long as he had.  It left bitterness in the air, it was not his magic but someone else's. 

'We will cover the cost of replacement since it was lost in service to the school...'  Harry wanted to ask about why he hurt so much but the Headmaster had other intentions. 'Now no more questions you need to rest ...surviving the killing curse a second time probably took a lot out of you.  Good night, your friends will see you tomorrow.'  The pain returned ten fold as Albus Dumbledore's presence faded away.

...

The next couple days were agony for Harry.  He slipped in and out of consciousness barely recalling the conversations he shared with his friends and classmates.  But slowly the pain faded away to a mild ache and his periods of lucidity slowly lengthened.  He was still weak but he felt his energy coming back to him.  His magic returned, and for the first time he truly felt it.

...

The blackness would lessen at points where he could almost believe that he saw, something.  His head was still hurting as another argument continued to unfold in another room.

'You can't seriously be considering leaving him in the care of some muggles!  They will have no clue how to handle his condition! He needs care of proper medical wizards!' The voice of the nurse was sure to carry through the corridors of the entire school.

Albus Dumbledore's soothing voice attempted to placate the witch 'Poppy, you already commented that you believe there was nothing that you can do for him.  Are you saying that there is something that those at Mungo's could accomplish that you can not?'

Harry knew Dumbledore was forcing her acceptance by forcing his will into his words.  Lost in his thoughts he had missed part of the response, '...here.  No train.  No Great Hall.  Just Don't!'

...

'I can not believe the nerve of him,' the nurse muttered darkly to herself.  'If he was any other wizard I know I would not allow it...' Madam Pomfrey made comments about wards and revitalizing them, 'Rubbish!'

...

The next time Harry started to come to the pain was once again gone.  He tried and succeeded to grasp the magic causing it. 

His mind shifted.

The boy-who-lived knew Albus Dumbledore was once again at his bedside.  The headmaster realised that he was indeed conscious.  Before Harry could respond the man started.

'Mr. Potter, since students can not stay at Hogwarts over the summer, I am releasing you to your relatives care...'

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