As he began to awaken, his first thought was that there was no pain. His second was that he needed to get up and see whether the Death Eaters had grabbed him. He opened his eyes to a wand being pointed in his face. "Expelliarmus!" He yelled, even without his wand his desperation to get the wand away forced his magic to cooperate. Harry heard it clatter across the room and turned his head to face the one who had wielded it at him.
Dumbledore's shocked expression filled him with embarrassment. "Professor, I am so sorry. I just saw the wand and after seeing those Death Eaters at the Ministry, I panicked. Not that I think you're a Death Eater sir, I just…" Harry stumbled over the words, trying to convey how sorry he was that anything Dumbledore had done could possibly be seen as threatening.
"Well then, it seems you have me at a bit of a disadvantage. It would appear you know who I am and I'm afraid I cannot say the same for you. Now, forgive me if this is just an old man's mind failing, but how have we met?"
"Sir? I'm not really understanding you. We've met several times, mostly to talk over my latest near death experience at the end of each school year. Though it's definitely been a couple of months since Umbridge kicked you out of Hogwarts for my defense group." At this Dumbledore's face turned into a deep frown, the twinkle in his eyes fading in his confusion. "Professor Dumbledore? I'm sorry if that hurt you to mention, I just don't understand how you could forget me. I hate the fame but I'm the "Boy Who Lived."" At this Harry made self-deprecating quotation marks, cringing at the ridiculous title the wixen world decided to bestow upon him.
Suddenly Harry remembered what had taken him to the Department of Mysteries to begin with. "Sirius! Professor, did you see Sirius anywhere near the Department of Mysteries? Voldemort sent me a vision that he was being tortured in the Hall of Prophecy but when I got there it seemed to be a trap since the only ones there were Death Eaters. But, is Sirius still at Headquarters?" Harry knew that Kreacher had told him that his master was gone but for all he knew Sirius might have left for a quick walk. Well, that was unlikely considering his Azkaban escapee status, but stranger things have happened and Harry needed him to be okay.
"Sirius? You wouldn't happen to mean young Sirius Black would you? Last I saw of him he was speaking with his friends about next year's OWLs."
Harry felt his whole body freeze. "What? OWLs? But that's not-" He looked up quickly at Dumbledore, how could Sirius be taking OWLs? Not to mention that he didn't even need them, having passed them several years before Harry was even born. "Professor I think there's been a mix up. That can't be possible."
"What is the year as you know it young sir?"
"1996, Professor."
Ah I think we've just figured out what the miscommunication here is."
Harry just looked at Professor Dumbledore. Now that he was truly looking at the man and not just assuming all was the same as the last he'd seen him,with just slightly differently garish robes, he could see the professor was notably younger. He definitely had lost a few inches to his still admittedly impressive beard as well. Harry buried his head in his hands and took a deep breath.
"Are you quite alright? And may I please get a name, it's becoming increasingly difficult to sound polite while not knowing it."
"Harry, Harry Potter, sir."
"Another Potter, any relation to James or Fleamont?"
"Yes sir, James is my dad but I don't know about a Fleamont."
At this Dumbledore looked at Harry with something akin to suspicion. "You know James but don't know Fleamont? Had there been a falling out in the family?"
"I don't know sir, they're all dead. I'm an orphan and I live with my muggle aunt." Sadness replaced suspicion in Dumbledore's eyes.
"I'm very sorry to hear that young Mr. Potter…" Harry supposed he made a face since Dumbledore cut himself off rather abruptly after saying his last name.
"It's just that you always call me Harry, sir. I'm not very used to being called anything else by you." The professor's face lit up in a pleasant smile as he chuckled a small bit.
"Well then young Harry, I will be seeing about getting one of your Mediwizards or Healers in to see how you're faring now that we've decided what has brought you to this fine establishment."
Harry saw the wizened wizard get up as spryly as ever and hum on his way over to the door. Once he left, Harry ran his hands through his hair unknowingly in the same motion his dad used very frequently. "Of course you had to go time travelling, what else could Luna have meant with her goodbyes."
The door to the little room opened again and this time Dumbledore was preceded by a roughly middle aged looking man in some plain but green robes.
"Very well, Harry this is Healer Geoffrey and he will be giving you another look over to make sure your tumble through time hasn't adversely affected you. When he's done an Unspeakable and I will be coming back to ask you a few questions before we tackle what exactly we'll be doing with you henceforth. But this will go just like your average check up, hopefully, so no need to be worried."
"I've never had a check up sir, I've only been to the hospital wing when Madame Pomphrey was helping me after those near death experiences I told you about."
The Healer looked rather disgruntled after that. "Have you had your immunizations? Both muggle and magical? How about any follow ups for your treatments at Hogwarts?"
"No sir, my aunt and uncle didn't much care for me so they told my school that I wasn't to get any innoculations due to my parents' religion and honoring their wishes. Truth is they sort of hoped I'd get some awful disease so I wouldn't be a burden on their lives anymore."
Dumbledore looked rather uncomfortable with this information. "Had you been sent to live with new guardians after starting Hogwarts?"
"No Professor, you- the future you that is- told me that there were blood wards to protect me from Voldemort. But he did take my blood for his rebirthing ritual in my fourth year so I'm not too sure how effective they would be. But, no, you still sent me back sir."
"I'm very sorry young Harry, I will strive to do better though I know that must be little comfort."
Hearing this Harry got an idea, a very odd idea considering half of whom it would benefit. "Professor, I was wondering whether I could tell you about some pretty severe abuse cases that may be happening currently. It is 1975 now right?"
"Yes, Harry, that is correct."
"You might want to look in on Sirius Black and Severus Snape. I know that Snape's muggle father ended up killing his mother in a fit of rage over magic and Sirius ran away to live with the Potters around this time because his family was so awful to him."
"Thank you Harry, you can be assured that as soon as I'm done with your case for the day I will look into it."
"Thank you professor."
"Alright let's get back to what I've been called in for, yes?" Healer Geoffrey snarked without looking very put out. "Mr. Potter I will have to cast a few diagnostics on you so please be prepared." He waited for Harry to nod and began chanting and casting in a low but quick tongue. Harry could clearly tell it wasn't quite english but it was still familiar to him. After a few moments a few feet of parchment were filled from the scroll he had brought in to apparently use like a magical printer.
"So this matches up quite well to the scroll we did when you were first brought in but we do need to ask a few questions. I'm to assume these injuries are to do with your- what was it- yearly near death experiences?"
"If you're talking about a troll, magical exhaustion and burns, basilisk venom, dementor exposure, run in with a dragon, trident injury, acromantula bite, cruciatus exposure, ritual torture, and finally the time travel incident then yes." As Harry was listing off his recent experiences Healer Geoffrey ran down the parchment with his quill, marking off some things and making notes next to others. Dumbledore started to pale then turn a rather off shade of grey that seemed to be mixed with green.
"And the blood quill, malnourishment. And what seems to be rather serious bone breakage? Oh and not to forget the bone vanishment?"
"Oh, that's on there too? So the blood quill was my most recent defense professor. That was her idea of detention, lines. The bone vanishment was a useless defense professor in my second year, but we did grow them back overnight. And the others was just my relatives."
Dumbledore had no sparkle in his eyes now, he was sort of hunched over and looked as though he'd been repeatedly kicked in the stomach. The Healer was looking at Harry oddly. Harry couldn't quite place the emotion in his eyes so he decided to just duck his head and mutter about it not being a big deal, just something he's had to get used to over the years. This made Dumbledore look even more remorseful and let out a sort of pained gasp.
"Professor, are you alright?"
"I'm so sorry my dear boy. To be as young as you are and to have seen so much and been put through so much more. It's unconscionable."
Healer Geoffrey had been grabbing potions from a house elf-or is it a hospital elf- and was setting them up either on the small over the bed table, on the counter across the room, or in a bag. "That it is Albus but it does the lad no good for you to throw him a pity party until after he's better. Now Mr. Potter, you'll need to take these potions now." He gestured towards a large grouping on the over the bed table. "These potions tonight." He pointed to another rather large group on the counter. "And these over the coming weeks as labeled." At this he pointed to the bag which seemed much smaller than Harry though could contain that many potions.
"Now, I believe after you've taken these I can leave Mr. Potter, but an elf will be dropping off breakfast for you and I want you to eat as much as you can."
"Yes Healer." Harry nodded to the man before beginning to down the awful potions in the order he's given them. They are revolting but Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to escape without taking them. After all there was no Sirius the godfather in this time to help him escape St. Mungoes. After he's finally downed all 12 potions-12 potions!- Healer Geoffrey told Professor Dumbledore that he could get the Unspeakable, against his deepest wishes, and that he would see Harry later that day or the next. After bidding everyone goodbye he walked out of the room, leaving Harry to the tender mercies of Professor Dumbledore and the Unspeakable.