Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters that you recognize. I only own the plot, and copies of the books. I also hate the sixth book, so its stricken from the storyline!

Sorry for not updating yesterday, but my Study Hall class had been shortened by like 30 minutes (stupid mass days, stupid catholic school). Then, we should have had a snow day today, but didn't, and it upset me.

Filius appeared in a flash of light, inside a small room. Grabbing his small charge, he dashed out of the room, into the large auditorium on the other side.

"Mr. Flitwick, what can I do-" a man from the side gasped when he saw the small boy.

"He needs medical assistance, now!" Filius Flitwick shouted.

The man's eyes widened at the full sight of the boy carried by his old school teacher. Then they saw the small scar on his forehead. He gasped again, before waving his wand, calling a whole fleet of healers and nurses to his side.

Flitwick quickly took out his own wand, and cast a large amount of glamours onto Harry, to hide his identity, but not cover any of the cuts or bruises. Then he handed the boy over to the nurses, who ran into another side room. Then he sat down, and waited.

He waited and waited. Then he waited some more.

Dumbledore was probably worried about where he was.

Once the name Dumbledore floated to his mind, so did a few other things.

He missed the blood

He never checked

He never cared

Everything blurred together

Then, the pieces began to fall into place. Everything started to make that much more sense.

Dumbledore could have let Harry live with a normal wizarding family, if he had wanted. He could have raised Harry himself, if Dumbledore had asked it of him.

But instead, Dumbledore sent him to those people.

There was no forgiveness.

Flitwick may not have known Harry for very long, but he had become very attached. He knew it, too, but there was nothing he could do.

He stood up, and walked to the front desk.

"Is there any way to get any Floo Powder here? I need to speak with Headmaster Dumbledore." The receptionist nodded, and pointed to a small jar near the fireplace.

Flitwick stalked over to the fireplace, and grabbed some of the Floo Powder. Throwing it into the fire place, he demanded, "Professor Filius Flitwick, to talk to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore!"

The fire glowed a brief purple, to signify that the message had been sent.

A moment later, an old man's head appeared in the fire.

"Filius, what's going on? Why have you called?" Dumbledore looked slightly worried.

"Nothing much to worry about, Dumbledore. Only the fact that you left Harry Potter with a pair of abusive MUGGLES!" He nearly shouted. He sounded much more dangerous than his normal squeaky, high pitched voice.

Albus Dumbledore's eyes widened at that proclamation. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. "NO! Don't even try to explain it away. I'm telling you right now, Harry is in the hospital, covered in cuts and bruises, as if he had been hit with a sharp ended whip of some sort! There's no way that's not abuse! Did you ever even check on the boy, Albus?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened further.

A whip? How could they?

He felt tears well up in his eyes.

Their own flesh and blood?

The tears started to flow down his cheeks.

I am sorry… Harry.

I have failed you.

Dumbledore looked up at Flitwick. He smiled a sad smile.

"I am sorry, Filius. I did not think that his own family would come to harm him. I did not think it was possible. Muggles must think differently than wizards about children. Either that, or the hatred between Lily and her sister Petunia was much greater than I had ever imagined."

Filius sighed. Dumbledore was always like this. He was naïve, in a way, always thinking the greater good triumphed.

"Do you think that he will forgive me?" Dumbledore asked.

Filius smiled. "If he's anything like his mother, then he won't even be able to hold the grudge against you for leaving him there. Though, if he is like his father, you may be in trouble."

"Thank you, Filius. I needed that." Dumbledore smiled a sad smile again.

"I can only hope he forgives me."

I'm so so sorry, Harry.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me?

Forgive me?

For-give me?