It was with some confusion that Harry awoke on a soft and comfortable bed, needing a couple of minutes to recall where he was and why he was there.

He was about to take out his wand and cast a tempus charm when he remembered that A. he was not allowed to do magic outside of school and B. the healer had mentioned that he would not be allowed to do any magic for some time due to the drainage on his magical core.

Recalling all that had been said he shuddered to think what would have happened to his magical strength if he had not been forced to come to the hospital. He did not understand why Dumbledore didn't send him to madam Pomfrey. Maybe he did not realize that Harry had sent his Patronus after so many dementors? Although, that did not quite compute. The man had known the dementors had attacked him and Sirius before being sent away by a patronus, and he had been the one to send them back in time, he had to have known it was Harry's Patronus, right?

He was mulling over these thoughts when the healer that had been in his room since the start of the initial assessment seemed to notice he was awake.

"Ah, you are awake Mr Potter? I would have thought the potion would keep you asleep for some time yet. No worries, no worries, this just means we can get some food in you. What do you want for lunch?" All of that was said in one breath, and Harry couldn't help but look at the small-statured middle aged witch in awe.

"Uhm. Anything is fine by me Ma'am. Thank you so much." Harry was surprised by how hungry he felt, but then realized he had not had any dinner the previous day, and his hope for some breakfast that morning had been interrupted by the arrival of Madam Bones.

"Splendid, Mopsy! Please bring young Mr Potter here a light lunch, make sure it is filled with plenty of proteins and good fats. He could definitely benefit from some muscles on that body of his." Harry could only blush at that, knowing that his small and scrawny stature was mostly due to his malnourishment at the Dursleys.

Without a word the young house elf that had arrived when her name was called disappeared, only to reappear within seconds with a plate filled with cold meats, sandwiches and boiled eggs.

Harry dug in with fervence and barely noticed the arrival of another person in his room.

He was almost finished with inhaling his plate of food when he finally noticed the slightly amused face of Amelia Bones staring at him, seemingly waiting for him to finish his meal before discussing the day's events.

"Ah, Madam Bones. My apologies, I did not see you there. Have you had lunch, can I ask Mopsy to bring you something?" Amelia was fairly certain the house elf would not be able to bring food to a guest on request of a patient, but refrained from mentioning that.

"No problems Harry, and I thank you for the offer, but I have just had a lovely lunch with my niece. Please finish your food then we can continue our chat from this morning."

Harry gave the lady a shy smile, before finishing his delicious meal with some haste.

Sensing that he had finished his meal, a house elf popped in to remove his plate, before popping out in silence. Amelia indicated to both her Auror and the healer that she required privacy, and the two ladies exited the room to stand guard outside.

"Harry, I would like to discuss with you the investigations I have already started, and the memories I will require from you to aid in our investigations." That said, Amelia gave Harry a brief overview of what she had discussed with her aurors.

Harry was left feeling gobsmacked by all the Director had been able to accomplish in a couple of hours, and said as much.

"When you know justice has been circumvented and innocents are suffering, you attempt to get to the truth in as timely a manner as possible Harry."

Harry fully agreed with the sentiment, but had sadly never met an adult who agreed with such. Never before had he had reason to trust an adult, as they had all either hurt him or ignored his issues. Even his professors had said they were unable to aid him in freeing Sirius, not to mention their inability to keep the school and its children safe.

"Now I will require memories of all the moments you deem important to any of those investigations. I realize you do not wish to speak about your relatives treatment of you, but we will need memories to ensure you never return there again."

Harry did not know how he felt about that. On the one hand he fully agreed that he never wanted to go back to his aunt and uncle, but he was still afraid and slightly embarrassed about the truth of his upbringing coming out.

Nodding resolutely he started to think about which memories would be needed.

"I will also need the initial report from the healer, I am certain it will corroborate quite a number of your memories." Amelia was quite surprised when the young man sheepishly looked down upon hearing that.

"What is it Harry? Did they find something unsuspecting in the assessment?" Amelia had a number of suspicions about what could possibly be found, and as such would not be surprised if that was the reason for his strange behavior.

"Not exactly, they have not yet done the initial assessment. Apparently my magical reserves and core levels were too low." The young man looked at her with something akin to guilt on his face.

"What? How low... Wait, don't answer that, I have no right nor need to know that. It is not your fault Harry, it is the fault of those that should have gotten you to a competent healer the moment you were exposed to those demons."

Amelia was visibly shaking with rage. She had an idea how low his reserves had to have been for the healer to call a halt on his assessment. She knew anything below 20% meant no magic performed by or on the patient, having reached that point of magical exhaustion once before in her life, on the night of her whole family's massacre. She had reached a level so low, they had to force her to sleep, to keep her from returning to the battle and using more magic on the evil bastards that had killed her siblings and parents, and who had almost succeeded in killing her baby niece.

For Harry to have reached a point where his magical reserves were below 20% it meant he had to have had an unimaginable drain on his magic, and that he had received no potions to stop the drain or repair the damage that had been done.

There would be hell to pay! Had that young man not sent her the letter, he would have spent months untreated, in the muggle world. The possibility that he could have slipped into a coma and passed away was very real. Even if that had not been the result of such willful negligence, there was no doubt in her mind that he would have suffered irreparable core damage. Damage that would have kept him from ever reaching his full potential, it may have even left him with just enough magic to survive, leaving him in effect a squib.

"Uhm, Madam Bones, are you okay?" The soft question from the young man in question was finally able to break through her thought processes.

Seeing the care and worry in the boy's face Amelia could not imagine how anybody could willfully or even ignorantly cause him such damage.

"I am fine Harry, just realizing once again how much damage certain individuals have caused." There was no doubt in either mind as to who those individuals were. Harry still could not imagine his headmaster deliberately hurting him, but the evidence was stacking up.

"I just thought of something Director. Will I be able to give you the memories? With the restrictions the healer has placed on my magic?"

Amelia had to think about the question before answering.

"I am not completely certain. I do not think collecting memories have any effect on your magic, as we are even able to collect memories from muggles, but it will be safest to ask Healer Grahams before we continue." That said, she indicated the healer outside the door to re-enter the room, and then requested her to ask Healer Grahams about the safety of gathering memories at that time.

The healer in question returned within minutes, informing them that the chief healer had agreed to having the memories collected, as long as a healer was present throughout to monitor Harry's condition.

Consent given, Amelia explained the process of gathering memories, and over the next two hours more than a dozen vials were filled and labeled with memories ranging from the age of four until those from his last school year.

Giving both written and verbal consent, Harry agreed to let Amelia show the memories to the appropriate investigators. Remembering the blood that had been taken, and assuming it may lead to certain questions, he also allowed the Director to show the chief medi wizard the memories of his second year as well as his encounter with the de mentors. He only had one condition, that the medi wizard should make an oath not to discuss the content of said memories with anybody not cleared to investigate the relevant matters.

Amelia fully agreed with those conditions and after saying her goodbyes to those in the room, went in search of Healer Grahams. It would be best to show him the appropriate memories before they were distributed between the different investigators.

Finding the man in his office, he swiftly gave the needed oaths, before summoning a pensieve that was usually used to aid the mind healers. Looking closely at the labels, Amelia removed the string of memories that was labeled "Chamber of Secrets" and deposited the memories in the artifact.

Before entering the pensieve she asked the healer if there had been anything of note in Harry's blood results. Giving her a wry look, clearly stating 'what do you think?' she simply smirked and informed him that these memories should clear up some of his questions.

They entered the pensieve at the same time, and both had to take a moment to orientate themselves with where they were.

Healer Grahams focussed on the young pre-teens in the memory, making notes as the memory continued. They would need to contact the parents of the young witch that had been possessed. There was no way she could have received treatment in the hospital for the psychological and physical effects of the possession, not to mention the physical drain this Tom Riddle had placed on her, without the chief mediwizard knowing about the treatment.

Seeing the boy, that he knew was currently safely (if not completely healthy) lying in his hospital bed be bitten by the 60 foot monster, venom slowly stealing away his life, he found himself unconsciously gripping the hand of Director Bones next to him. Distantly he noted that she did nothing other than tightening the grip.

Seeing the Phoenix giving those precious tears, saving the young hero's life in the process he dimly registered that the Director had been right, many questions had been answered. Although, they raised a fair number of new questions in him, that may prove harder to answer.

Exiting the memory, distantly realizing that he now knew more about the terror that had almost taken over their world than almost anybody else in existence, the healer took a few steadying breaths before turning to the lady next to him.

He was pleased to note that she looked almost as shaken as he felt.

"How? How is it that nobody knows about that happening? Where did that young girl, and the young hero for that matter, receive the needed treatment after that fucking mess, because they most definitely did not receive any treatment here."

Amelia looked slightly shocked at the vulgar language, but could not blame the man. Truthfully, she also felt like swearing at every adult that had so failed the kids in their care.

"I know Harry did not receive any treatment, according to his own words, I can only assume young miss Weasley has been similarly overlooked." The last word said in such a manner that it was clear she blamed every single person that knew about the mess for 'overlooking' the needed care of the two kids most affected by said mess.

"I assumed as much, but was hoping that I had been incorrect in my assumptions. Am I correct in assuming you will be investigating this matter? And that any and all who let that monster get so close to killing not only those two children, but a castle full of them as well, will be brought to justice?" Grahams still felt as if his whole life had been turned on its axis. This was a gross miscarriage of justice as well as child neglect and endangerment to a degree he had never before seen from any person in such high position of authority.

Amelia's answer was almost feral in tone.

"Oh believe me, they will pay, every single one of them will pay."

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A/N

I decided to conclude the chapter here, in effect breaking my planned chapter 6 into two different chapters as it was getting too long, and I liked stopping it on a slightly ominous tone. As such the outline now consists of 8 chapters plus an epilogue. Sorry for increasing the length once again. I will not be surprised if Chapter 8 will also end up being subdivided, but we will see...

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Kind regards.

Alta