If you have already read the first few Chapter please reread as it has changed.

A gently hand was placed on his shoulder, the room cooled down as the anger drained out. He flinched back, fear replacing the anger. Taking a step back the old man looked at this young man more closely, finally seeing the scars lining his arm and a rugged one across his neck, he cursed himself. 'How could I have missed it? He hasn't had the life I had hoped. Far from it.' Sitting down and giving him space he pondered what to do.

"Harry, if you want I can get some people together that can teach you. Everything. You can get your fresh start. Would that be ok with you?" watching the young boy relax a little he nodded. Getting up slowly Albus smiled. "I will come and get you within the next day or two. Rest, the Healers said that you should be ok as long as you don't move to much." Taking his leave the older man left. Harry sat there, then he rolled over onto his good side and slept. A shadow entered the room and melded into the little bit of his that showed.

Albus walked briskly. Anger flashed through his eyes. With purpose he stepped towards a fireplace, pinching some powder and threw it in turning the fire green.

"Hogwarts Head Master Chamber." Stepping in he was sucked away into a spinning motion. Feeling the wards of the school pass over him he stepped out of the fire place into a office with portraits of moving people. A Phoenix was singing in the corner, his familiar and friend, Fawkes. Hearing the song he relaxed some. Moving towards the desk he retrieved paper and a quill, and started writing letters hoping for the best. Once done he went to the owlery and sent them off, hoping for a quick reply.

Harry woke up feeling better the next day. His body didn't hurt and he was able to get out of bed, though there did seem to be a slight weight that he hadn't noticed before. Shrugging it off as just needing rest he left the room, seeing that he was in a hallway he went down it after closing the door. Finding the staircase he went down and found himself in a dim lit room. A counter had stools for people to sit, few tables and booths scattered through the room, few people settled in ignoring him. Walking towards the counter he sat down and looked up seeing a menu. A small headache occurred and he looked away rubbing his head. A man approached him giving him a small smile.

"Hello, need some breakfast?"

"What do you have?" asked Harry after looking up finally. A big smile greeted him and he shrunk from a flash back of pain.

"Omelet is the special today. Don't worry about the bill Dumbledore already took care of that. You're set for a few months till school starts. Or till he comes and takes you back sooner. Which case the left over will go on tab for the next time you are here." Stunned Harry nodded for the omelet and thought on the new information he had. Food laid out in front of him he eat in silence after finishing he left and went back to his room. After entering the room he sat down, slowly taking the bandages off his arm, then taking his shirt off he took them off his chest and shoulder. A knock on the door kept him looking at the burns. The door opening before he could get up revealing a women dressed in light green robes let herself in. Turning around after closing the door she gasped. Taking the moment he looked her over fearfully. Tall with a slightly dark skin tone, bright yellow eyes and a long brown hair tied in a ponytail. A patch on the robe above her heart said 'St. Mungos Certified Healer' caught is eye. Remembering what Ablus had said he relaxed just slightly.

"My word, you healed quite well. Those burns should still be raw and tender, if I hadn't seen them yesterday morning while you where asleep I wouldn't be able to tell that they were a just a few days old." Looking him over she nodded. "May I approach Mister Potter?" He hesitated a moment, a feeling of warmth flooded him and he nodded unsure still. Walking over with a calm smile on her face she slowly reached out, letting him see what she was going to do before she did, giving him the opportunity to say stop. The warmth flowed through him in a comforting manner. Taking the chance she slowly poked and prodded the wound. Feeling the skin and frowning that it seemed to be healed.

"I need to run a spell on you to check and see if it is as healed as it looks, I am going to grab my wand out of my robe ok?" she asked softly, slowly reaching for the wand just inside her robes. Nodding he looked into her eyes. Smiling gently she brought her wand out. It was a yellow color and longer than his small forearm. Waving in a dazzling display of skill she silently cast her spell over him. Light filled the room and runes appeared around his body. Frowning at some she paid more attention to the burn he had yet to see.

"Well Mister Potter" waving her wand and letting the spell go, drawling out the words slightly, "You are healed. I don't know how. I also won't look a Gift horse in the mouth though either." Conjuring a folding chair she sat as he looked at her amazed at the magic he was seeing in just a few short minutes.

"Can I do that?" trepidation caused the question to waver.

"You could, if you applied yourself to learn that is." Frowning she looked him over, scars crisscrossed his arms and chest, his back was nothing different. The one that went across is neck caught her interest the most though. "Mister Potter, I would like to ask you a question that you may find hard to answer," seeing his features go on guard she continued before he could stop her softly speaking, "Do you remember how you got here?" He shook his head, sighing at his response, "You apparently just popped into the dining area, Tom down there called for healers immediately. Dumbledore showed up just after us. After some arguing we set you up here to heal, to avoid the public and keep you safe. Now did your previous care givers give you those scars?" she asked bluntly though not unkind. His terror and sudden shaking was answer enough, then ever so slowly he nodded looking away from her.

"It was my fault, for being a burden." he whispered. She shook her head sadly. Leaning back she studied him, he fidgeted a little. "What is your name?" he asked suddenly. Smiling at him she rose and headed towards the door pausing for a moment before opening it.

"I am Healer Vega Greengrass. Harry dear boy, you are not a burden. Not now not ever. Don't let them win by defining who you are." Giving him a farewell she walked out. A frown on her face. She needed to talk to her boss.

Harry stood up and ran to the mirror. The left side of his chest had a thick patch of swirled scars that traveled up and over his shoulder. Reaching behind his back with his right hand he could feel that it continued to the middle of his back. He lifted his left arm up and found that there was no stiffness or lose of feeling. 'That doesn't seem right.' Feeling tired he went to back to bed and fell asleep. Dreamless and peace filled his being as he had the most restful sleep he ever had in memory.

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