The Missing Boy

A/N: well here it is the 3rd chapter of the missing boy. Thanks to all that reviewed!! I'm soooooo happy people liked it! I still don't own HP charters.

Oh, and yes Harry Apparated into Hogwarts, and I know that's not possible, that's the point.:D

Harry stood quickly. His eyes darting every were. where am I? How did I get here? all the people in the room had robes on and as his eyes caught a glimpse of the ceiling he knew that your own, indoor sky, was not something most people had. Harry looked back up at the head table at the guy who seemed to be in charge when the man addressed him.

"Mr. Potter?"

"Yah- who.....where...?" Harry stuttered nervously.

"Minerva would you please continue for me I want to have a little chat with Mr. Potter, Harry if you'll fallow me?"

"Who are you?" said Harry not moving.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of this school."

"This is a school.. . wait....my letter......this is Hogwarts?"

"Yes it is, now why don't we go talk about this in my office?"

Harry looked Dumbledore in the eyes and seemed to study them before he finally nodded and fallowed the headmaster. There was just something about this man that Harry could trust, and Harry had never trusted anyone in his life.

The great hall was in an uproar.

"What just happened?"

"Someone just Apparated into Hogwarts!"

"You can't Apparate into Hogwarts it's in Hogwarts: a History."

"It was Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter?! He's dead!"

"Quiet! Quiet!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "Everyone back in their seats!"Slowly the great hall came back into order, the students getting back in their seats and waiting for her to continue." Everyone will remain in there seats for the rest of the feast. After the feast is over, prefects will lead their houses back to their dormitories. You classes will start tomorrow." And with that the food appeared and the feast began, giving the Professors a chance to talk about what had just occurred.

"Was that really Harry Potter?" asked Professor Sprout leaning in to ask Professor McGonagall who was the closest to what had happened besides Professor Dumbledore.

"Yes, yes I believe it was." She replied

"Didn't they pronounce him dead?" Stated Snape

The rest of the professors talked amongst them selves, speculating as to what had happened while McGonagall sat lost in her thoughts waiting till the feast was over so she could speak with Dumbledore or perhaps even Mr. Potter.

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"Lemon drop Harry?"

"Er- sure sir?" Harry replied

This was one of the strangest things Harry had ever experienced in his life. Professor Dumbledore had lead Harry thought the hallways of the castle, which were covered with painting that were moving! There were suits of armor and doors leading to mysterious places, but Harry nearly had a heart attack when a ghost glided in to his pathway. Dumbledore had calmed Harry and explained that it was only Sir. Nicholas, and would explain everything in the office.

That where he was now. They had just entered what Harry could only guess was Dumbledore's office which was filled with things he never even imagined. Harry was seated in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk looking strait at Dumbledore.

"Now Harry before I begin my very long explanation, why don't you tell me what happened before you ended up here?"

Harry looked up at the wizard "Er- ok- well..." Harry went on to explain his life with the Dursleys, his abandonment, and his life on the streets, all the way up to that night. "...and the cop had cornered me, I got really scared and just wanted to be anywhere else, I wanted to be here. I closed my eyes and I had this weird feeling; then when I opened my eyes, I was here."

"Yes thank you Harry, that was very helpful." Replied Dumbledore, the twinkle in his eye had dimmed a bit during Harry's story. "Now its my turn, Harry my boy; you are a wizard, your parents were Lily and James Potter, they..." Dumbledore had explained the hole story, his parents, Voldemort, his parents death, and Harry's defeat of Voldemort, everything. Dumbledore had apologized many times for his placement at the Dursleys, Dumbledore had truly thought that it was the safest place for Harry at that time.

Harry didn't blame the man, no one could have predicted how the Dursleys would of acted.

"Um, sir. Do you know how I got here?"

"Yes, my dear boy it seems you Apparated, disappeared from one place and landed in another, though you should not have been able to do so because you have never been taught how to Apparate and the wards of Hogwarts does not allow people to Apparate with in them. Hmm, very curious, I'll look into that further at a later point. Now my boy, why don't we get you Sorted, cleaned up, and you can rest in your new dormitory."

"Er–sir? How can I afford to go here? Or the book and other stuff on my list?"

"When you parents died they left every thing to you, you have plenty of money in the bank, and I will have all of you school stuff taken care of." Dumbledore transfigured a pair of night clothes for Harry and handed them to him. "Well lets sort you and then it's off to bed."

Dumbledore walked to the shelf on his right and brought down a old hat. "Now Harry, this is a Sorting Hat. I'm going to put this on your head and it will tell us what house you should be in, ok?"

Professor Dumbledore placed the hat on Harry head an Harry gave a small jump as the hat started talking. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent ,oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting . . . . So where shall I put you? Ah, well yes I believe you'll do best in ––

GRYFFINDOR!"

Professor Dumbledore had lead Harry to the Gryffindor dormitory's, luckily everyone was a sleep, Harry wasn't ready to face people tonight. Harry had showered and gotten changed, and went to the bed Professor Dumbledore had stated was his. Harry couldn't believe what had just happened, in such a short time his life had been turned upside down and definitely for the better. He was clean, he had clean clothes to sleep in, he had had a fantastic meal, (Dumbledore had fed him in his office.) He had money, and a very nice place to stay. As Harry started to drift of to sleep, (in a bed that could only bee described as, as heaven) his last thoughts were; well, life just got a whole lot more interesting.