Harry Potter had felt the strike of the green ray hitting his body. He also felt himself being flung back to drive through the Headmaster's door. Unfortunately for the boy the world became blurred and went dark soon as he felt the pain. The last sight of the-boy-who –lived was Dobby looking at him with tears falling from his huge eyes and lips whimpering in sadness. Perhaps he should not have told the elf to never save his life again.

Despite the circumstances that would not be the last sight of the boy-who-lived. The curse struck against Harry blinding him with pain as he felt his scar creaming through his head. The darkness of the world opened up as his eyes fluttered awake to a room filled with rays of sun shining down. A strange song filled the chamber floating to his ears soft and gentle as a mother's lullaby. He could feel the warmth spread over his body from the light. The brief pain of the killing curse which had spread over his body began to disappear into the warmth of the song and sun.

The world around Harry was a field filled with flowers. Squirrels jumped from tree to tree, while a slight wind ruffled the hair of the boy as he found himself sitting on the top of a hill in the field. Harry looked down as he heard a croak of a moan as he found laying a few feet from him the tormented and deformed body of Tom Riddle. The man's pale skin was burning from the light as a green glow seemed to slowly creep upwards from his toes disintegrate inch by inch in a path up the man's body. Tom's flesh was melting from his bones as his screams of sheer agony rumbled from his chest. The fingertips of the man reached out towards the boy trying to claw and grasp at him but falling short. The spirit sought to hold onto something desperately to try to find a way to keep alive.

Harry made a mistake, he let his kindness of heart guide him as he took a step closer to help the dying man. It was at that moment that the fingers snaked around the ankle of the boy. The touch felt cold, colder than the deepest darkest winter. It felt as if the night was eternal and no matter how much wood a man would burn he would never feel warmth in his life again.

A dark grin spread over the lips of the Riddle as he opened his mouth to mock the boy. The words came out as a hiss of pain but nothing that could be understood. But the grin on the shade's lips was short lived as the green light continued its rush of destruction up the body of Tom Riddle's soul to complete its purpose fully destroying it. A look of Horror came over the face of the shade as it met its mortality.

Harry felt a coldness that had seeped into him not disappear when the shade was destroyed. Instead the coldness intensified rushing from his ankle up the body of the boy. Finally, the pain was too much and the darkness crept in as the boy passed out.

The light started to fade from the room as spasms of pain spread over the body of the boy. He dropped to the ground unconscious landing in the withering bed of flowers as the warmth of the world started to pale. It was then at the sad, song trilled from a bird filled the land slowly letting a bit of warmth creep back into the body of the boy.

Immediately after dealing with Malfoy, Dumbledore turned towards his office yelling out, "Fawkes!" The bird had flew to the Potter boy whose body as a cooling copse on the ground at the foot of his desk. The phoenix seemed to know what to do as instinctively it started to sing to the child. A soft song of loss and mourning filled the corridor bringing even the old man to stop and stare. It was a rarity that a phoenix would sing for a human that was not bound to it. Some claimed that the phoenix song was the greatest gift that a servant of the Light could hear. Dumbledore even had rarely heard the song, and the haunting beauty chilled his heart of the brewing anger he felt.

It was said in legends that the songs of phoenix were powerful enough to return a soul lost on the way to death. Perhaps this was a symbol of hope for the child and the truth of the prophecy. Dumbledore stood there watching the rare bird sing to the child, waiting to see what might take place.

Harry didn't know how long he had been out when he awoke but he once again found himself in the middle of the strange warm light. The same song seemed to float around his body warming the last bit of the deathly chill. His eyes blinked a few times as he looked around blurry light waiting for his world to focus. When it did he found himself lying next to a beautiful woman with long auburn hair and bright emerald green eyes staring at him. Her right hand gently reached out to stroke his forehead as she watched him with a smile, "Hello Harry."

Harry licked his cracked lips as he watched the woman, barely trusting his voice as he spoke softly, "Mom?"

Tears glistened in the eyes of the woman at the single word as she spoke, "Yes Honey, I am here for you."

The boy sat up quickly and wrapped his arms around the woman squeezing her pressed to him, "Mom! I never thought I would see you…." He paused a moment as he leaned back from the hug in surprise, "Am I dead?"

The auburn haired woman smiled sadly, "No dear, you are not dead. You are just waiting."

The haunting melody lightly floated through the air as the boy squeezed his mother in another hug that he never though he would get to give. The woman brushed her fingertips against his now scar free forehead brushing the messy hair over the ears of the boy only for it to spring free again. She could not help but smile, yet wish the poor child didn't end up with that trait from his father.

The boy spoke up softly, "What am I waiting for mother?"

Lily Evans Potter smiled warmly to her child, "You are waiting to wake up. You almost died Harry. Lucius cast the killing curse at you. Instead of killing you it destroyed the fragment of Voldemort's soul that was left in your body. The night of my death Voldemort bound a part of his soul to you and gave you that nasty scar. The blood magic I cast on you rebounded the spell back at him destroying the Dark Lord. When that happened he reached out to latch onto the nearest thing. That was you my baby."

She paused a moment stroking his hair gently back and forth just watching her son. Harry could feel the warmth of her fingertips against his skin as he smiled brightly for her. Lily then softly spoke up again, "What you saw before I came was the destruction of that segment of Tom Riddle's soul. When Lucius cast the spell it struck against the fragment since was a partial soul and obliterated it from existence. It still tried to latch onto you but it is gone now. A part of it's knowledge may be placed into you when you let it grab onto your ankle."

Lily paused for a second as she reached down to raise up the chin of her son so she could look directly into his eyes before she spoke the next words, "This may affect you in the future but always remember you are my son."

Harry looked down at his left ankle to see a set of fingerprints frozen into his flesh. But his faze turned back to face his mother's smile as she spoke again, "You will be fine my son."

She continued swiftly as she seemed to be growing fainter, "Now that the fragment is gone the restraints on you will be too. I don't have long my dear as my time grows dim, you need to wake up. Use your mind, learn, live, love and laugh. Find a girl and settle down. "

Lily's eyes sparkled as she grew a mischievous grin, "and your father would want me to tell you to do some pranking."

"Mom don't go!" Harry cried out to her trying to enclose her into a hug. He felt her warmth one last moment before his arms went through her.

Lily smile with love in her eyes for her boy, "Don't let your godfather's get you into too much trouble Harry. Give them a hug for us. Remember your mother and father love you always!"

The boy woke up sitting right up in his hospital bed as he yelled out, "I love you too mom!"

The words startled Madam Pomfrey as she worked at the side of the room. Harry saw her jump at the scream turning to look at him. The boy also felt the wind ruffling as he looked up and saw Fawkes sitting above his hospital bed grooming himself. He met the eyes of the phoenix with a bright smile that the bird seemed to return.

Harry's attention was turned from the bird to the house elf sitting at the side of the bed twiddling his little thumbs. Dobby sat there in a chair far too large for the little elf as his bottom lip trembled with tears of happiness. Before the elf could say something the voice of Madam Pomfrey filled the room, "Welcome Back Harry. Now sit back and rest. I will let the Headmaster know you are well."

Harry reached up to grab his head that seemed to be pounding in pain as Madam Pomfrey gently handed him two vials to drink and pushed him back down on the bed at the same time. The boy quickly drank the foul tasting brews which caused the headache to lessen. The woman gently tucked him in under the covers as she spoke up, "I swear Potter, you are in here daily. I think I might make a bed for your own private room. A basilisk wasn't enough? Now the killing curse?"

The woman let out a sign of concern that Harry could tell that she was grumbling just because she was relieved that he was fine. He noticed the side of her mouth had a small hidden smile as she spoke to Dobby, "Dobby, please go let the headmaster know that Mr. Potter is awake."

The little elf smiled brightly, "Dobby go help!" The House elf disappeared in a flash only to reappear back in moments. Part of Harry's mind wondered if that was enough time for the elf to tell anyone anything, or if knowing Dobby he was so excited that the words ran together to be not understandable. The House elf yelled out happily, "Headmaster comes. Dobby tells the Headmaster!"

The elf looked at the boy lying in the bed, "The Great Harry Potter saved Dobby. Dobby is now and forever Harry Potter's elf."

Harry turned his burning bright emerald gaze onto the elf with a small smile. He reached out with his hand trembling towards the elf. Harry gave the smaller hands of the little creature a squeeze before he spoke up, "Thank you Dobby. I am glad I was able to save you."

The elf blinked with a frown, "The Great Master Harry Potter doesn't understand. Dobby is now Mater Harry Potter's elf. Does Harry Potter want Dobby to do anything for him? Dobby can make certain Harry Potter is comfortable!"

The boy blinked remembering how Dobby had tried to help him out during the year. Especially how many times that caused him to get into trouble and pain, he realized if Dobby helped him he might never get out of this hospital bed. Harry spoke up quickly waving his hand to ward off the idea, "No dobby. I am comfortable."

He could see the sadness creep into the eyes of the elf as it looked at him unable to help. He let out a sigh knowing that the little hyperactive elf would not be satisfied till he could do something. Suddenly his mind pictured his mother from the dream holding him and he had an idea. A small smile came over his lips as he spoke up, "Dobby, I have an important mission for you. I want you to find out everything that you can about my mother and father and their families. Take a good amount of time but find out as much as you can okay?"

The eyes of the house elf lit up sparkling with tears of surprise and pride at the mission that he had been given. Master Harry Potter had asked him to find out about his family! Dobby stood up proud and spoke, "Dobby promise to find out for Master Harry Potter!" Then the house elf disappeared in a flash.

Harry was only able to take a few moments to relax after the elf's departure before the next interruption. The Headmaster Albus Dumbledore entered the room next to a portly little man with rumpled grey hair wearing a pinstriped suit and a scarlet tie. Beside the pair of men walked a middle aged woman with auburn hair, a stern looking face and a monocle. The trio walked to the bedside of Harry and smiled at the boy as the Headmaster spoke up, "Harry my boy, you are looking well. How do you feel."

The boy turned his killing curse green eyes on the pair of men and groaned slightly, "I feel like the Hogwarts Express ran me over. What happened to Mr. Malfoy... After he tried to murder me?"

The pudgy man spoke up, "Now, Now Harry don't be hasty. I am sure Lord Malfoy did not want to murder you."

Harry blinked and looked the man in the eyes with a glare that could freeze the dead. He grit his teeth then spoke slowly, "Mr…"

Dumbledore spoke up seeing Harry about to retort, "Harry this is Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic and Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Now Harry can you tell us what you remember?"

The boy frowned a moment then slowly spoke up, "I went to return the book back to Mr. Malfoy."

Harry paused a moment as Minister Fudge was about to interrupt him with a correction of Lord but the glowing glare of Harry's eyes shut the man up. He cleared his throat and started again. "I went to return the book to MR. Malfoy I knew it was his because I remember he had it with him at Flourish and Blotts over the Summer before coming to Hogwarts. We ran into him and he slipped it into Ginny Weasley's cauldron. That book is what was used to cause the Chamber of Secrets to open as planned by MR. Malfoy."

The boy paused as he saw the frown on the face of the Minister and interest on the faces of Dumbledore and Madam Bones. Madam Bones spoke up, "Please go on Mr. Potter."

Harry reached out to sip a glass of water at his bedside then spoke up, "Sorry. My throat was burning. I guess being hit by an Unforgivable Curse does that."

He watched the pair of men a moment as a strange thought popped into his head seemingly as if he always had the information. He reached up to rub where his scar was and noticed it was gone. He caught the eye of Dumbledore noticing this with a twinkle in the man's eyes. The headmaster saw the missing scar and reached out to touch the boy's forehead, "Harry where is your scar?"

The boy shrunk back from the human contact , unused even now to it since his horrible home life. Afterwards Harry spoke up, "It was fixed by my mother. She saved me when I heard the music."

Fawkes decided at that moment to let out a squawk which caused Harry to look up and smile. The phoenix leaned down and rubbed it's head against Harry's cheek.

The boy smiled warmly at the bird before looking back at the three most powerful political figures in Magical England. Another strange idea popped into his head as he smiled warmly towards Madam Bones before glancing towards the Headmaster, "Hmm, Professor instead of talking of what happened. Do you have a few vials so I can show you the fresh memory?"

The Headmaster pulled out four vials from his robes as he stared in consideration at Harry. It was remarkable to the aged man that the boy considered memories and the use of a pensive. It was magic that was normally far advanced for a 2nd year child, most adults never got the chance to use one due to their expense. It would be a conversation to have later with the boy about where this knowledge was coming from.

Harry reached into his robes and pulled out his wand slowly drawing out four memories to place into the vials. He placed down his wand onto his blanket then immediately handed over the vials to Madam Bones, "Director Bones, I would like to formally press charges against the House of Malfoy for attempted murder and conspiracy with the Dark Lord to harm innocent children at this school. Here are memories that will show you that MR. Malfoy willingly placed the diary of Voldemort into the cauldron of Ginny Weasley. The vials contain events that happened in the Chamber of Secrets, and the attempted murder of MR. Malfoy against myself."

Harry reached down again to pluck up his wand from the blanket then looked each of the adults in the eye before he spoke formally, "I swear on my magic before the Chief Warlock, Director of the DMLE, and Minister of Magic that I was attacked by the Killing curse by Lord Lucius Malfoy. If I am lying, may my magic be stricken from my body forevermore. So mote it be!"

The boy then wordlessly pointed at a candle on the far side of the room. Immediately a burst of fire erupted and the candle lit up with a rather large flame. Madam Pomfrey put out the flame with some muttering about children and fire.

Dumbledore frowned at Harry reaching out to try to take on of the vials but Madam Bones placed them away first, "Harry, are you certain that you should be getting involved into this?" The old man obviously meant with the disgruntled look that he didn't approve of the young man to get involved into the political and legal situation he was about to get into.

Harry smiled brightly at the Headmaster then shook his head, "Thank you for your concern Headmaster but I am confident that I want to be involved. The man tried to kill me in cold blood in the middle of the school. I offer to take veritaserum about the event as well Madam Bones. Please have your Department contact me for any further questions that may need to be answered after you review those memories."

The woman smiled kindly at the boy, "Yes Harry, that would not be a problem at all. I believe that a magical oath and memories will be enough without the need for veritaserum. For now though I should get these to the office vials to be analyzed right away. There are Aurors stationed outside the door Harry for your protection, so please rest and relax."

Dumbledore looked at the boy with a sad smile then spoke up, "Harry, the rest of the students have already left for the year. But, I have arranged to have you floo'd to the Leaky Cauldron where you will be given a ride home by your relatives."

Harry grimaced then spoke up, "Professor, Do I have to go back to those abusive muggles? The hurt me, they locked me up in a cupboard for ten years. Last year they didn't feed me or let me drink any water for almost a week at a time just to purposely abuse and torture me. I almost died. Why do you keep forcing me to go back there all because some silly Blood ward?"

The Minster of Magic and Head of the DMLE were about to leave the room when Harry spoke loudly about his home life. Harry mentally grinned to himself at the situation he just caused knowing that he would be free of the Dusely's soon. The look on Dumbledore's face was priceless. The man simply was stunned, he was facing to Harry with his mouth hung open unable to respond for the moment. He could not believe that Harry would reveal this information in front of the head of the magical law offices and the Minster. He could already calculate the amount of political favors he would owe for this situation.

Amelia Bones walked back over to Harry with a frown. "I want to hear everything about this situation Harry. An you provide me with a few memories too?"

Harry looked at her with a bit of concern at giving up those memories, they were situations he did not want to relive he spoke carefully, "Can you do anything about the muggle abusing me?"

Madam Bones face took on a dark cast as her eyes Harry would say shimmered with anger, "Abusing a child? Yes, I think I can handle a situation like that Harry."

Harry looked at the frown of worry that was on the face of the Headmaster then back to Madam Bones giving her a small smile that barely curved the end of his lips, "Of course Madam Bones, I trust you. I will tell you everything."

Dumbledore stepped towards Harry and started to speak up, "Harry…"

But, he was cut off by the Minister of Magic who was frowning at Dumbledore, "Perhaps Albus it would be best if we let them talk quietly. Amelia, I will get Harry a room at the Leaky Cauldron for the next week and you can assign him some Auror protectors during that time."

The woman turned a smile towards the Minister with a bow of her head respectfully. She then gave a look that could kill towards Dumbledore before finally speaking up, "Thank you Minister. I think that indeed will be necessary for Mr. Potter."

Amelia then turned back towards the boy as the pair of wizards left the room, "Now Harry tell me everything that you have gone through at home and this school so I can help you."

I hope everyone lines chapter 2. I have about 20,000 words already written for the story. I haven't decided a pairing yet, but I am open for suggestions. Just it will not be Ginny or anything Slash. Any suggestions let me know. Please review and let me know your thoughts on the story. I am always open for ideas