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Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone

The Letters From No One

"Do I need to go?"

Harry asked, not caring that he was sounding like a whiny five years old. At the moment, he was getting dragged towards the Hospital Wing by Madam Pomfrey and his best friends. He tried to explain to them that he saw that place enough in his life, but they insisted they had to check his health.

"Come on, I'm serious! I'm perfectly fine and have no problems at all!"

"If I hear you saying 'I'm fine' one more time, I swear I'll lock you in infirmary with Madam Pomfrey taking care of you. And I will ground you for all the troubles you've got yourself into." Sirius, now in human form, warned him, not even using 'I'm Sirius' joke for once. That shut the teen up, but occasionally, he grumbled something about how it was 'not his fault' and his 'over paranoid friends'.

The medi-witch forced him to lie down on a bed and she waved her wand at Harry, while muttering a charm under her breath. Seconds later, an enchanted quill started writing every health problems that Harry suffered in his life. Everyone widened their eyes in surprise when the first parchment was covered by words without any space left, forcing the medi-witch to place another parchment. She brought some extra parchments, which was good thing, since they needed two more.

When the quill finally went still, Madam Pomfrey started reading it and her face darkened as she read. During his childhood, Harry broke his bones several times, probably from his monstrous relatives. He also had numerous bruises around his body, and his growth was greatly effected by lack of food he received. His bad eyesight was also caused by malnutrition, and she made a mental note to contact a healer for the poor boy's eyes. Perhaps lenses could be used instead of those glasses.

Madam Pomfrey briefly closed her eyes, thankful that most of the injuries were healed by Harry's magic, although it had caused big exhaustion of magic. She shook her head to cast out that thought and turned her full focus on the result.

Starting in his first year, Harry had suffered more serious injuries. The result showed that he got hit by some hexes and curses, and she wrinkled her nose in disapproval. Merlin knew how many students hexed each other when a teacher wasn't looking.

His bones of his arm was vanished and re-grown at his second year, and her mouth formed a perfect 'O' when she read a description about getting bitten by a basilisk. A basilisk!

She was on verge of giving a long lecture when she noticed a pleading look the teen was giving her. Apparently, he knew what she was reading about and didn't want to tell the others, judging by how he was casting a glance towards his friends. The medi-witch inwardly sighed, but agreed with the teen. It wouldn't do to cause Sirius to faint in shock. She bit her lower lips but went back to reading, ignoring a quiet relieved sigh.

Harry's third year was the most mild year. The most significant event was the encounter with dementors, which she couldn't help but scowl at the thought of those creatures. She had number of pale faced students getting carried to infirmary because of dementors, but Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been the worst case. She had nearly fainted with shock when she was told that they had been in presence of hundreds of dementors, and wasn't sure how Sirius would react if he read how close they were to getting kissed by one of them.

During his fourth year, Harry suffered from lack of sleep and injuries from a dragon. There was also a imperius curse, knife wound and cruciatus curse and she shook her head in defeat. She was willing to bet that in few years, there will be no injuries that the teen hadn't experienced. But her protective instinct kicked in, and she was rather determined to take care of the boy. He had suffered enough.

His fifth year, which wasn't even finished yet, revealed that he was in presence of dementor again, and it also showed that a blood quill was used on him repeatedly. She stared at the words in horror until Sirius's hesitant voice called her back to reality.

"Poppy?"

It was only thanks to her life long experience that she managed to neutralize her expression, and briefly summarized Harry's childhood with steady voice. From thankful look she was getting, she knew Harry wasn't too keen on telling them about other injuries like her.

Normally, she would have immediately told a child's guardian about it but she wasn't sure Sirius and Harry's friends would lose control over their magic and destroy the infirmary, and she wasn't going to take any chances. The last thing she needed was more works for her to do.

Deciding the faster she went to Albus so they could discuss about Harry's house arrangement the better, she faced Harry, warning him in her most stern voice.

"If you ever come again after some near death situation, I promise you, I will get you your own bed in here and I will watch you twenty four hours and report every actions to Sirius, Headmaster and your Head of the House. And I'm warning you Mr. Potter, if you ever jump into dangerous situations purposely, I will make you to spend your free time in the infirmary. Yes, even during Quidditch practices."

Harry paled dramatically, and nodded his head frantically that she thought his neck might snap.

"Now, for your health. You are to drink three bottles of nutrition potion after every meal, starting from today and I want you," this was directed towards Harry's friends "to check if he's drinking them or not. Also, I will contact a healer for your eyesight, so we can check what we can do about it."

"You mean I don't have to wear my glasses?" The medi-witch pressed her lips tightly together to stop from smiling at the raven haired boy's bewildered yet hopeful expression. She nodded to confirm his thoughts, and she turned to give them privacy, but was stopped by the teen.

"Madam Pomfrey, would you mind, uh, getting Calming Draughts for people?"

"I'm guessing there are many events that are... not pleasant?" When Harry confirmed her thought, she rubbed her temple. She definitely needed some of them. "Lucky for us, Professor Snape had brewed those potions only yesterday, so I believe we have enough of them. I will give it to every students and staff, but it might be a good idea if you warn us when it's necessary to drink them."

Levitating dozens of potions, she left quietly, but also made a mental note to approach others about Harry's other health issues.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Hermione burst out as soon as Madam Pomfrey left, and Harry shifted uncomfortably, not looking at anyone. When the silence got unbearable, he replied quietly.

"I didn't want to worry you and I was worried you might judge me because of my home life."

"But we could have helped, Harry!" Ron said fiercely, and Harry just fidgeted, still not looking up, until Sirius squeezed his shoulders. When the surprised teen met his gaze, he said in gentle, yet fierce voice.

"We are not going to judge you no matter what, Harry. But from now on, promise us that you will tell us your concerns, alright, pup?" Harry smiled and agreed. Together, they headed towards the Great Hall, and Harry blinked owlishly at the unusual scene.

Dumbledore was getting yelled at many professors and Madam Pomfrey, who was shaking the parchments with Harry's health issues on it threateningly at him. His beard seemed to be partially burned, probably from the sparks that was produced from Professor McGonagall's wand. He could vaguely hear Madam Bones saying that she will work on removing him from the Dursleys as soon as today's reading was finished, and had to smile at that. He was finally leaving them for good!

At Gryffindor's table, almost half of the students including members of DA were shouting out random things at the Weasley twins, who were eagerly scribbling things down. He could distinctly hear something like, "Burn his mustache!", "Destroy their house!" and "Turn them into pigs!".

But before he could listen more carefully, Ginny noticed them and warned the others. To Harry's dismay, all students scrambled to their seat and gave him their innocent smiles or started eating their lunch. Since the benches were vanished for now, it looked like they were on a picnic. The enchanted ceiling helped the image as well. Remus patted a seat next to him and he gave Sirius - who was now in dog form - Ron and Hermione meaningful look, increasing Harry's suspicion even more.

"Now, since we are all here, let me explain about the potions that was given to each of you. It is a Calming Potion, so if you feel you'll need it, drink it. It will calm you down."

Dumbledore explained and everyone let out a relieved sigh. But Harry instantly noticed that the Headmaster lacked his usual cheerfulness, probably because of two very furious witches sitting next to him. Ignoring the red haired teen and a dog eating rather noisily, he faced Neville.

"Did something happen while I was gone?"

"Nothing you should worry about. Why don't we go back to reading?" Although his question wasn't fully answered, Harry let go. He was sure whatever they were planning had to do with his relatives, and frankly, he didn't care what happened to them. He just hoped it wasn't anything life threatening that Umbridge could use against them and send them to Azkaban.

[Page 33 - The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Harry-hunting.]

"'Harry Hunting'?" Ginny, Hermione and many others shrieked in disbelief. Remus rubbed his temples as he forced himself to calm down.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Slowly, the wolf inside him calmed but still paced and growled, demanding to be released and kill this creatures who had inflicted pain on his pack. If there was anything that Remus and Moony agreed on, it was that nobody hurt their pack members and get away unscathed. Never.

"Hermione, remember saying that shouting things out and throwing temper tantrum won't change anything?" Harry reminded his friend, but she scoffed as if she couldn't believe she said that before.

"Forget what I said. This is outrageous! This must be reported to police! I'm sure they'll punish them for such action."

Behind her, the twins nodded their heads in thought and wrote 'report to police' on their prank ideas parchment, specifically designed for Dursleys. But they quietly agreed to to do this last so they had their chance to try out rest of the ideas. Meanwhile, Harry grabbed the nearest potion and forced his best friend to drink some of it. She sent an annoyed glare at him, but quietened down.

"Who's in for Dudley Hunting?" Ron asked with anger visible in his eyes, and many people raised their hands. The twins added 'Dudley Hunting' as well. Harry eyed them and then the potion in his hand.

[Page 35 - Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.]

Professor McGonagall shook her head sadly. She had always wondered why he never asked for help and now she knew. Those horrible monsters discouraged and probably punished the poor boy for even asking questions and she highly doubted they willingly gave him their help. The fact that for eleven years no one, not even a single adult, noticed his treatment and reported to the aurors, or police as the muggles call them, didn't help his distrust of adults, either. She sighed sadly as she remembered herself ignoring the Gryffindor's plea for help. If she only listened to them, they wouldn't have gone through all that and Harry wouldn't have had to face the Dark Lord all by himself when he was only a first year.

Professor Sprout squeezed her arm gently as an offer of comfort. She. Knew what her old friend was thinking. She was the one the cat animagus came to and confessed her guilt for not listening to her students. She had reassured her as best as she could but she knew she still blamed herself for that. But she knew from now on, they would always listen to their pupils and never wave their concern side again. They would do everything to regain the trust of Harry Potter and will be always ready to offer help when it looked like he needed it.

[Page 36 - No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him.]

"So you never received any letters? Not a single one?" Neville frowned as Harry cocked his head, genuinely confused. "Yeah. Why? Should I have got one?"

"Yes. Since you are the heir of the Potter Family, the goblins should've updated you of everything going on with your fortune. Well, I guess since you are kinda young and I doubt that relatives of yours would've helped you. They wouldn't have understood anything anyways." Neville shrugged, then added as he remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot! My gran says to bring you to my home. She says she wants you teach you about our world's custom and pureblood stuff. I mean, you will be the Head of the Most Noble and Ancient Potter Family, so you need to learn how to act like one so you won't embarrass yourself."

"Huh. So she's gonna teach me about politics?"

"Pretty much." Neville agreed, smirking at the teen. "It is really boring, but I agree with gran. If we aren't prepared, we won't survive one day I the political field and probably lose all our fortune. Well, at least we'll take those lessons together. Do you have any idea how agonizing it is? She sometimes makes Binns' classes look fun!" Neville whined, drawing a laugh from Harry.

"But seriously, you never had a single letter during those eleven years?" Ernie cut in, staring intently at the raven haired teen. "No? Woah, I never thought blocking those fan mails was possible. Huh, guess I was wrong then."

"Wait, what fan mails?" Harry cut in, his eyes wide. Tonks piped in. "Oh, you know, before this whole fiasco, people absolutely adored you and you had millions of fans. You'll never believe the sheer number of people who came to the Ministry, demanding to know the address to their precious Boy-Who-Lived." The metamorphmagus made a disgusted face at the reminder of how easy people's opinions changed.

"And I always sent you presents for your birthdays and every holidays." Remus narrowed his eyes then turned to glare at the headmaster. "Did you have anything to do with this?" His tone clearly stated that if he did, he would be in a world of pain, screw the consequences.

"Actually, any letters from a stranger would be sent back since they might be cursed but it is rather worrisome that Mr. Potter didn't receive anything from Remus." Dumbledore replied calmly, but they could detect the hint of relief underneath it.

Everyone turned to look at Harry who visibly restrained himself from shrinking back. "Uhh, was your presents a stuffed stag and books? Um, well, they were kinda given to Dudley?" He trailed off uncertainly, taking in very furious faces and immediately reached for the Calming Draughts. Turns out, he didn't actually have to since Remus had gotten them first and was in process of giving the grim after he took one himself.

"So who exactly sent me the mails?"

"Well, the entire Wizarding World, thousands of fan girls and handful of death eaters - who would likely curse the letter before sending them - would love to send some mails to Ickle Harrykins here. Did I forget anyone?"

"My brother dearest, I do believe you've forgot our young sister here. If my memory is correct, she sent millions of letters only in one month." The twins yelped as a curse casted by a certain red haired fourth year zoomed past them. It only missed them by inches and they knew if they were slower for just few milliseconds, they would've got hit squarely on their faces.

"You were saying?" Ginny asked in her sweetest voice, and her older brothers gulped audibly.

"But, of course, as we were going to say, she got over her crush, didn't she? She isn't one of those fan girl who blindly worships the Boy-Who-Lived." Fred quickly said as fast as Hermione when she answers a question and George nodded his head wildly. Harry was laughing so hard that he forgot his desire to bang his head on table at the mention of his fame.

[Page 37 - Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.]

"He should have opened it immediately or later when no one was looking! Honestly, does he have any common sense?" Daphne let a small smile grace her face as she heard her sister mutter to herself. It seemed this reading time helped her sister to overcome her shyness and be her usual cheerful-self. She glanced at her sister, who was giggling to herself as she watched Potter and his gang fooling around and made a mental note to at least introduce themselves to them. She knew it was likely they would just shun them as soon as they saw them, but they made Astoria smile. It had been long since she saw her smile and if she had to befriend the Gryffindors to make her happy, so be it.

"Well, obviously Ginny, considering how he dives head first into dangerous situations, I think we can safely assume that he doesn't have common sense." Apparently, the Weasley girl had the same inquiry as Aastoria and Potter let out an annoyed, "Hey!". His friends merely smiled sweetly at him, which caused him to send them half-hearted scowl. Daphne shook her head. Yes, she could see how they made her sister smile.

[Page 38 - "Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.]

"They tried to keep you ignorant of the Hogwarts invitation letter?" Hannah exclaimed in shock, but to her surprise, Harry didn't seem to be concerned at all. In fact, he chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Yeah, well, it didn't work as well as they wanted it to be." The staff and Harry had a knowing smirk on their face. Dean stared at each of them with wide eyes, and finally asked. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Harry, tell us!" Ron urged him, but the raven haired teen only smirked at him that reminded the red haired teen of a Slytherin but he quickly dismissed that thought.

"Well, they kinda freaked out pretty badly when they saw what was inside the egg." Ron blinked blankly at him for few seconds until it clicked. He gasped then whirled around to face the professors. "You didn't!"

"Did what?"

"They put the letters in the eggs!" Ron pointed an accusing finger at them who made no move to correct him. In fact, some actually looked rather proud of the fact and was puffing out their chests, looking around with smug expressions. "Got that right, mate." Harry snickered at the Weasley twins who were howling with laughter on the ground, looking awe struck that the professors would do such thing. Perhaps they should get their help for pranking the Dursleys as well.

"Why do you want that letter so badly anyway?" Seamus asked, not understanding why he was complaining even after getting a room. In his opinion, getting to stay at a room instead of a cupboard in exchange of some letter was good deal. Harry answered him, but from his icy gaze it was clear what he thought of the Gryffindor.

"If you hadn't noticed, that was the first letter I received in my life. So it was pretty important to me."

[Page 39 - "Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"]

"Harry? By 'stamping out', did your relatives mean beating you?" Neville asked in deadly calm voice, which was very unusual for the shy Gryffindor. But nevertheless, it had almost same effect as Snape's and McGonagall's voice and everyone turned to face Harry. The younger wizard automatically started protesting. "What? No! Of course not! They never did anything like that."

"Harry. They starved you and locked you in a cupboard even though they had a spare room. I think we have a good reason to believe they beat you." Hermione, always the logical one, carefully told Harry. As much as she didn't want to learn about her best friend's horrible childhood, she needed to know so she could help him.

Harry stubbornly shook his head. Seeing this, Madam Pomfrey eyed the parchments of Harry's health. She promised to herself that she'll talk to the about it later. Besides, she was certain Sirius needed to be tied up so he wouldn't cause any damage when he listened to his godson's childhood. Perhaps this would change Severus' mind about the boy. Out of everyone, he would be the one who could understand him the most since he also had a similar childhood. She still couldn't believe she didn't know about their abusive guardians and they had to suffer because of her ignorance. Although she couldn't do much about Severus, she will do whatever it takes for Harry to have a happy life and if it meant knocking some sense into them, she would do it, consequences be damned.

Remus rubbed his temple to soothe the headache that was brewing. He knew the habit of lying and denying about his abuse wouldn't be broken so easily, but it didn't mean he liked it. Still, he had to try to make Harry trust them and open up about his treatment by those foul creatures who called themselves his honorary godson's relatives. Did Harry even know it was abuse? He wouldn't be surprised if Harry thought it was normal and part of him believed he deserved it. If that was the case, Remus and Moony would join forces and stop at nothing to make the Dursleys pay for the crime. He knew as a fact that Sirius would join him, too. It was good to know he had his friend's full support.

Mrs. Weasley was positively fuming. For the first time in her life, she was actually considering letting her children to go pranking. If there were people who deserved being punished, these muggles were definitely them. She knew her husband was on her side as well as her entire children backing her up, and angry Weasleys were very scary Weasleys. You did not hurt their family, intentional or not, and got away unscathed. The Dursleys were in for a hell of a ride.

Meanwhile, Harry eyed Sirius who was growling menacingly and the Weasley twins nervously. At the moment, they seemed to be scribbling everything that they could think of onto the parchment. Although he did like the feeling of being cared, he definitely didn't want any of his friends to get into trouble by 'avenging' him or whatever they might call their action. He promised to himself to read the Daily Prophet carefully at tomorrow morning to see if there were any 'mysterious' attacks on a muggle family.

[Page 41 - ...they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again? And this time hed make sure they didn't fail. He had a plan.]

"That plan of yours is not going to work." Hermione and Ron muttered in sync, then hurried to explain their reasons when Harry shot them an annoyed glare. "I mean really, when you think of one on your feet, it's absolutely brilliant-"

"And reckless." Hermione piped in.

"-but your plans kinda always fail. Or if it is really logical and has a high chance of being successful, your luck kicks in and something goes wrong." Ron finished with a wince, no doubt thinking back to their little adventures. Harry pondered this for a minute then admitted with a sheepish grin. "Hate to admit it, but yeah, I agree with you. My plan sucks. Fine. They are also extremely reckless and I will try to not to do them again. Happy?" Harry added with roll of his eyes, Hermione smiling in satisfaction. Remus looked at each of them asked slowly.

"What do you mean by 'reckless'? No, scratch that. Do I even want to know?"

"Uh..." Their expressions were the answer itself and the former DADA professor stifled a whimper. This was way too much for his frail heart to handle!

[Page 43 - After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out.]

"Seriously? He blocked the doors, literally trapping them inside, just because of some letters?" Susan asked with a dumbfounded look on her face. Hannah smiled at her friend.

"Well, let's just say he's paranoid. Although, personally I think Moody is much more worse than him. He probably shoot curses at anything that comes near to his house."

The two girls giggled, earning several curious looks from others. Padma frowned at the two, cocking her head like a confused puppy. "What are you girls laughing about? Come on, tell me? Is it about you know, the prank?" She whispered the last part excitedly, her eyes twinkling at the mere thought about it.

"Well, no. But we can always try to think about it. Hey, why don't you join us? Come on, sit next to us." That startled the Weasley twins who was oblivious to the world around them at the moment. Padma raised her eyebrow but the Hufflepuffs waved her silent inquiry off. "Oh, don't mind them. They are kind of like mad scientists when they are focused on plotting their prank."

Padma blinked at her response but quickly recovered. She then proceeded to chat with the Hufflepuffs and her twin sister, shooting not-so-subtle suspicious looks to the Weasley twins from time to time.

[Page 43 - Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets.]

Students cheered, and Professor McGonagall looked rather pleased at the owls who put letters in the chimney. Harry could swear he heard distant hoots of owls, sounding smug and proud.

"I had no idea our dear old professors were that creative." George grinned, looking impressed. Fred also looked interested as he snickered at listening to how the Dursleys seemed to be getting driven insane by their letter-spitting-chimney. Even some Slytherins had dropped their masks and laughed at the muggles' misery. It was even better since the book imitated people's voices perfectly and the panicked cry of the Dursleys were too amusing to ignore.

"Merlin, I almost feel sorry for them. Almost. I bet they are traumatized of letters because of that." Terry Boot gasped out between hiccups that was caused by laughing so hard. Due to the tears that were streaming down his eyes, he never noticed the prank team perking up and writing his idea down.

[Page 46 - ...a large rock way out to sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine.]

"That man has some issues." Dean shook his head. "I mean, he forced his entire family to move to the island in the middle of nowhere just for some letters. That man is bloody insane, I'm telling you!"

"Don't forget about the rest of the family members. That spoiled pig is worrying about televisions when his father is acting like that. Honestly, what is wrong with them? No offense to you, Harry." Ernie quickly added and the raven haired teen waved off the apology.

"None taken. Now lighten up will you? The fun part is coming up." He flashed them a grin that immediately got them begging for more information, but the teen didn't budge. "Nope, not gonna work. Now hush. I'm trying to listen to the story here."

"Meanie." Ginny huffed childishly, sticking out her tongue. But all of them quietened down and listened eagerly to the tale.