Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All I own is my original characters and settings that will come up later is the story.

I am rewriting/adding parts of this story to improve it and get rid of inconsistencies. If you see any let me know. Tell me if it's improved if you've read it before. And if you're a 'virgin', so to speak, just drop a line and tell me how it's going.

I'm going to make a calendar and post it on my website to explain the time duration of all this. There are days in between some of the chapters that explain Harry's changing behavior. As time goes by he's adjusting to his environment. I'll post a note when it's up. It might take some time.

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The door to the potions classroom slammed against the wall. Lupin stormed through the door.

Severus pushed himself off his desk. "What are you doing here?"

Lupin grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. "What did you do to him?!"

"What did I do to whom? And get your hands off of me!"

Lupin shook him and his head connected with the wall. "Harry! What did you do to Harry?"

"Nothing. Release me now."

"Then why is he bleeding?"

"Your precious Potter made the entire classes potion bottles explode. One of the many pieces of glass cut his cheek. Now release me!"

"What about Monday? He said he passed out because of you."

Severus sneered. "Oh, now it's my fault and not the two aurors that were after him?"

"Wh--what?"

"He didn't tell you that, did he?"

Lupin stepped back. "Why--why were there aurors after him?"

Severus smoothed his robes. "Illegal connection disrupting magic across two continents. They came to confiscate the necklace that formed the connection. He started screaming and passed out."

Lupin released him and fell against the table. "What's wrong with him? Wait--he just pulled out his wand and broke the potion bottles? Why didn't you grab his wand and stop him?"

Severus rubbed his forehead. "No wand. He just closed his eyes and they exploded."

Lupin straightened. "That is not possible."

Severus shrugged. "Apparently now it is. Where is he?"

Lupin blinked a few times before his eyes refocused and he answered. "I sent him to Madam Pomfrey."

"Let's go find the headmaster. He needs to be informed."

Lupin nodded and slunk out the door.

Severus turned and waved his wand. The glass disappeared.

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Harry leaned against the wall. Madam Pomfrey was lecturing him about something. Probably about whatever he had told her had happened. It was all kind of fuzzy.

"Mr. Potter, are you listening to me?"

"Not really."

"What?"

"I'm not really listening. It takes a little too much energy."

"Is everything all right Poppy?" Dumbledore was somewhere near the right of the bed.

"I think she's a little put out because I'm not listening to her."

"And why aren't you listening? Perhaps she was telling you something important."

"I'm dizzy. It's hard to listen when everything's swimming."

The bed sank down by his feet. "Do you know why you're dizzy?"

"I decimated my magical reserves."

"I see. Doing what?"

Harry rubbed his forehead. "Am I still mad at you? 'Cause I know I was but then I think you let me choose something and I was happy, but I think I got pissed off again. Do you remember?"

"What made you dizzy Harry? How did you hurt your cheek?"

"I blew the potion bottles up. The glass cut my cheek open."

"I see. Why did you blow up the bottles?"

"I didn't mean to. At least I don't think I meant to."

"What happened?"

"He grabbed my arm."

"And?"

"He wouldn't let go."

"I see." The bed shifted. "Are you feeling all right? After what occurred I was worried."

"What happened?"

"The aurors Harry."

"What aurors?" He opened his eyes.

Dumbledore's eyes looked wider than usual. "You do not remember when the aurors came to see you?"

I was--what was I doing? I remember--someone. Who--why is everything fuzzy? "No. Is that bad?"

Dumbledore pressed his lips together and rested his hand on Harry's knee. "You're tired. Why don't you rest?"

Rest would be nice. Things don't make me quite so dizzy when my eyes are closed. I can't see them spinning. "Okay. You'll tell me if he contacts you, right?"

Dumbledore tilted his head to the side. "If who contacts me?"

What is he playing at? He knows whom I'm talking about. "Sirius. He said he'd come back to see me soon. I have so much to tell him. You will tell me, won't you?"

Dumbledore glanced behind him. Three people stood by the door in the shadows. "Harry, I think you should rest now. We will talk soon. All right?"

"All right. Goodnight." Harry squirmed underneath the covers, put his glasses on the bedside table, and sank into the mattress.

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Severus clinked the hangers together. "What exactly do we expect to find by searching the boy's room?"

Lupin's hands froze in Harry's dresser. "Anything that could explain how he suddenly forgets that Sirius--"

McGonagall pulled a purple bag out of the bedside table and unzipped it. "I--I think I may have found the problem." She handed the bag to the headmaster.

He took out one of the bottles. "Warnings: overuse can lead to dizziness, temporary memory loss, and catatonia."

McGonagall clapped her hand over her mouth.

Lupin slammed the drawer. "Why would he be taking anything that would do that?"

Dumbledore turned the bottle around. "This says that it's an anti depressant." He replaced the bottle, zipped the bag, and tucked it into a pocket of his robes. "I believe we may have underestimated the effects of the events of last year."

Severus rolled his eyes. "You are forgetting what the Dark Lord did to him. We still don't know what the effects of the spell were that was cast inside Potter's head. It could have had lasting results."

Dumbledore glanced around the room. "You do not know what he saw? Did you not ask Biara?"

"You heard the same thing I did. Images were placed in his head that caused his subsequent actions. We saw Cali possess him and reverse the spell. Biara did not seem to have any concerns over his well being when I picked him up. I doubt she'd tell me even if she knew." Severus pushed through the clothes tossed at the bottom of the closet. "When we took him from his relatives house he said something about knowing that he shouldn't have trusted me. I thought he had improved when he asked me to--I guess I was wrong."

"What did he ask you to do Severus?" Dumbledore moved away from the bed.

Why do I always have to answer all the questions? "To teach him occulmency once again."

Lupin snorted. "After what you did to him last year? Why would he go to you again?"

Because I didn't lie to him. Or at least that's what he said. Though I don't think he meant to come ask me. He looked surprised to be in my office. "I do not know."

Dumbledore sighed. "I fear we are working in the dark here. We need more information before we can--"

"I believe that the Dark Lord has managed to remove the blockages Cali put in to neutralize the spell. Perhaps Potter knew what was happening. He wanted to block him out of his mind." A pair of women's shoes was buried in the pile of clothes. "In the hospital wing Cali said that it was wearing off. He told her it wasn't as bad as before. Perhaps he was wrong or was trying not to worry her."

McGonagall crossed her arms. "At least that shows logical thinking on his part. If he was trying to get help it can't be too bad."

"On the other hand." Severus pulled the corset out from the pile of clothes.

McGonagall gasped.

"Harry, Ron's freaking out." The youngest Weasley pushed through the door. "He said--" She froze. "Oh. Well. Hello. I was just--looking for Harry and--" Her eyes locked on the corset hanging from his hand. "Oh my. Uh--If it helps any I've been told there's an explanation for that. I'm just--I'm going to go." She spun around.

"Miss Weasley." The headmaster stepped forward. "If you would be so kind as to not mention this to anyone it would be most appreciated."

The girl chewed on her lip. She was bursting to ask something. "Harry's not okay, is he? Something happened. He kept saying--I knew he wasn't okay."

Dumbledore rested his hand on her shoulder. "He's in the hospital wing resting. He seems to be forgetting some things."

Her eyes widened. "Can I go see him?"

He paused for a moment before nodding. "Yes. Go ahead."

Weasley spun and ran out of the room.

"I think that is our cue to go." The headmaster walked out and down the stairs.

Severus tossed the corset back into the closet and followed him. "If the spell is active once again we must discover a way of breaking it. I doubt he will be able to keep the Dark Lord out of his mind."

They left the tower. Dumbledore led them toward his office. "Could we not employ Morganna to repeat whatever it was that she did?"

Severus clenched his teeth. They had no confidence in the boy and would put someone else in danger before even seeing if he was capable of recovering on his own. "It nearly killed her the first time. And if he found a way to break down whatever she did, he would just do it again."

They climbed the winding stairs and entered his office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk. "What do you suggest Severus?"

He drummed his fingers on his arms. "Why not give the boy what he wants? A chance to make a decision about his own life."

Dumbledore sighed. "Very well." He doesn't mean it. Or it will be some superficial decision that means nothing. He leaned back in his chair. "Now Remus. Perhaps you would like to explain what you were doing in Gryffindor tower when Harry returned to his room?"

Lupin opened and closed his mouth. "I--I just wanted to check on him."

"And you got into Gryffindor tower how?"

Lupin growled. "Why are we harping on this when Harry is in trouble?"

Dumbledore rested his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his hands. "Remus." His eyes did not move from the shifting werewolf.

Remus sighed. "Sirius gave him something last year. I was looking for it."

"What was it?"

Remus fidgeted. "A two way mirror. I found the other one in Sirius's bedroom but it wasn't working. I wanted to see what was wrong with it."

"Did you find it?"

"No."

"I see." Dumbledore stood. "Perhaps we should all return to what we need to be doing. Severus, a moment."

Everyone filed out. He took a seat in front of the desk.

"You are aware that when we give him a choice of how he wants to handle things he will almost certainly request to return to the Academy."

Since he did not desire to return here in the first place I believe that is a safe bet to make. "Yes. We cannot allow that as you well know. There are no doubt students there now that know who Harry Potter is and we cannot be certain of their loyalties. He would have no protection."

The headmaster's eyes closed. "I do not know how to protect him from this."

Stop coddling the boy and let him stand on his own feet and take responsibility for his own stupidity. "Maybe all he needs is a chance to protect himself."

"Perhaps. He's just a boy Severus. He shouldn't have to go through all this."

"He doesn't have a choice. None of us do. If you will excuse me. I must be going." He shut the door behind him. Everyone wants to coddle the wonderful boy who lived. If he will not tell anyone what is in his head I'll just have to take it. He stalked into the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was reading a book in her office, her back to the wing. He slipped behind the curtains surrounding Potter's bed. He was sleeping curled in a ball. He sat in the chair next to the bed and pulled out his wand. "Legilimens." The images flowed through his mind. He slid suggestions into the boy's subconscious. 'The images from Voldemort.' The images snapped to black. It was cold. The rough stone scrapped against his bare skin. His forehead throbbed. It was his scar. Voldemort was happy. No. It wasn't him. It was Harry. He was Harry. The fingers brushed up his back and he was torn apart. This wasn't real. This didn't happen. This wasn't happening now. Hair brushed against his--Harry's cheek. He forced his eyes open.

He fell out of the chair and hit the floor.

The boy was struggling in his sleep. He was whimpering. "No. Stop. Please."

The door to Madam Pomfrey's office opened.

He slipped through he curtains and pressed against the wall on the other side as she came over and Potter calmed down. Her footsteps headed back toward her office. He slipped out of the shadows and hurried out of the wing.

He waved his wand at the door of his office putting up a dozen locking charms. He opened the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled the bottle of fire whiskey out of the very back. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig. This wasn't happening. He collapsed into the chair. That face. Those eyes. It was him. Potter had images of him--it was him in his mind. No wonder the boy panicked when he saw me at the Academy. This wasn't happening. He took another swig from the bottle.

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