Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.

Was he dead? It didn't feel like it. No instead he felt rather warm. It almost felt like he was in a bed.

He started to open his eyes, but his vision was blurry due to the light coming into the room. He could however make out the shapes of a few individuals gathered around his feet.

"Hey I think he's waking up," a familiar flirtatious voice said. Before Harry could fully comprehend what was going on, he felt someone grab a hold of his head and pulled him close to their chest.

He couldn't breathe as the person held him against her chest. "Sis I think you're suffocating him," a voice that belonged to Tatsumi said.

Leone released Harry from her death hug and he was finally able to get some air. Looking around he could see that he was in the Hospital Wing of the school, and much to his relief Ron was in the bed next to him, with his head wrapped in bandages, and a rat resting on near his hand.

At the foot of Harry's bed he saw that Leone, Akame, Tatsumi, Mein, Seryu, Ran, Najenda, and Esdeath were here as well. Esdeath seemed fixated on the rat that was on Ron's bed for some reason.

"Sorry about that Harry," Leone apologized, "just glad you're ok is all."

Harry nodded. "What happened?" He asked. "How are you all here?"

"You were brought here after you were discovered passed out," Najenda told him. "Being listed as your guardians we were informed of what happened and we requested permission to come and visit you."

"When I passed out I remember holding a stone," Harry told them. "What happened to it?" Harry asked.

"I believe we can answer that question," turning to the doorway Harry saw McGonagall alone with Professor Dumbledore with some woman he didn't know.

The woman wore a monocle over her one eye, and dressed in a royal blue robe. She had her dark red colored hair done up in a bun. She kind of looked like Susan. Could thus be her aunt?

"It would seem you have had quite the adventure Mr. Potter," McGonagall said to him. "The stone itself has been destroyed. But would you be kind enough to tell us the story of just how exactly you knew about the stone, and how you got past its defenses?"

"I believe I can answer the first part of that question," the other woman said as she handed McGonagall a letter Harry recognized as the one he told Susan to send. It looks like this woman is Madam Bones after all.

McGonagall took a few moments to read over the contents of the letter. Harry knew that it contained all his suspicions about Quirrell, how he knew about the stone, and why he didn't go to a teacher in the first place.

"Well," McGonagall said as she finished reading. "That certainly was most descriptive of you Mr. Potter. I understand that your first encounter with the dog was by all means a complete accident, but I cannot help but feel disappointed that you did not feel comfortable enough to come to a teacher about your concerns."

"I didn't reckon anyone would take me seriously Professor," Harry said bashfully.

"True, I might have dismissed it as outlandish," McGonagall admitted, "but a student should feel comfortable enough to tell any concerns to a teacher."

"Sorry Professor."

"Don't apologize just yet Mr. Potter," McGonagall told him. "You have yet to tell us about how you got past the other protections, although I am wondering, why Amelia if you had this letter did you not come to conduct an investigation?"

"I was fully prepared to," Madam Bones told her. "However when I brought the matter to Minister Fudge he said that it would be a waste of energy as Hogwarts is the safest place around. He told me that no investigation would be necessary."

Mein couldn't help but to scoff. "I take it this Minister Fudge idiot is the same idiot who passes all of these pureblooded laws Harry told us about."

Madam Bones nodded. "Cornelius isn't the person I would have picked for Minister, but he convinced people that there is peace. As for those pureblooded laws it is common belief that he accepts bribes from Lucius Malfoy, a wealthy member of society. I would have him arrested but he covers his tracks well and even though I believe them I have nothing to go off of but rumors."

"What is it with Minister's and corruption?" Tatsumi asked.

"We can discuss the matter of this another time," Najenda told him. "For now I believe Harry was going to tell us how he got past the other protections, correct?"

"Well it was Neville who got us past the Devil's Snare," Harry told them.

"I would have assumed so," McGonagall commented. "That boy is a natural when it comes to plants."

"When we got to the keys, I grabbed the broom and flew it. I caught the key and we made it to the chess room," Harry recited. "Ron actually got us past that one, he made a move to sacrifice himself so I could check the king."

"Rest assured Mr. Potter Madam Pomfrey has assured us that Mr. Weasley's injuries are minor and will be cleared in the morning," McGonagall informed him.

"Hermione managed to solve the potions riddle in no time at all. When we saw that there was only enough of the potion to go forward I decided to take it and go. I told Hermione to go back with Neville who was taking care of Ron."

"And what happened after that?" McGonagall questioned.

"After I walked through the fire I found myself in a room with a mirror, Quirrell was also there. He said he saw himself holding the stone but didn't know how to get it. Then a voice said to use me. He made me look in the mirror and saw the stone get put in my pocket, but I'm not so sure how that worked."

"I believe I can shed some light on that," Dumbledore spoke for the first time. Harry noticed that the assassins were giving him very wary looks. "You see only someone who intended to find the stone, but not use it would be able to remove it from the Mirror of Erised."

"Well anyways," Harry continued, "after I got the stone the voice said that it wanted to speak to me. Quirrell took off his turban and, well he had Voldemort growing out of the back of his head."

Madam Bones' monocle fell off her face as she flinched from shock. "How? How is that possible?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know, but he said he went far into the dark arts to become immortal."

Dumbledore looked like he was about to say something, but Bones cut him off. "If what you say is true can I perhaps get a pensieve memory?"

"What's that?" Akame asked clearly not liking the sound of it.

"It is a way to view memories," Bones told her. "And it is a painless process." Akame just nodded looking more at ease.

"How do you get the memory?" Harry asked not knowing how it worked.

"Just remember the event, put your wand to your head and then move it away," Bones told him. Following the instructions Bones told him, he was surprised when he saw a thin white substance come from his temple.

Conjuring up a small vile, Bones put it to the tip of the wand as the memory filed its container. "Professor McGonagall could you go get a pensieve please?" Bones asked.

McGonagall nodded ad left the Hospital Wing. A few moments later she returned with a bowl that had a clear liquid flowing around inside of it. Pouring the memory into the bowl Madam Bones put head just above the surface as she gazed down into the bowl's depths.

"She should only be a moment," McGonagall assured Harry and the others. Sure enough Madam Bones looked back up looking visibly more pale.

"Goodness," she said putting a hand to her heart. "I will need to make a copy of this memory, the fact that the Dark Lord has somehow survived is a most disturbing idea."

"Was it truly him?" McGonagall asked sounding nervous.

Bones just nodded. "The appearance of the figure matched all known reports of You Know Who."

"Good heavens, Mr. Potter how did you ever manage to survive?"

"The strange thing is when Quirrell was on me I touched him and he started to burn," Harry told her. "He was about to cast a curse when I ran at him and grabbed hold of him. He started to just crumble to dust and died."

"Yes," Dumbledore said sounding grave. "Quirrell is indeed dead, it is always terrible to lose a life no doubt, but it seems your mothers protection works against those who mean to harm you."

"What do you mean a terrible loss of life?" Esdeath asked looking away from the rat to Dumbledore. "From what we just learned this Quirrell willingly worked with this Voldemort and suffered the consequences, do not grieve because he was weak."

"He made a poor choice yes, but he was still a human being," Dumbledore defended. "And a life is a life."

"He was an evildoer!" Seryu backed her commander up. "We should be proud of Harry that he rid that scum from the face of the earth!" Koro barked and nodded at his masters words.

"Harry has just killed a man no doubt he has been influenced by his living arrangements," Dumbledore said.

"Hold on," Tatsumi said. "Harry just acted out of defense he didn't want to kill him. Right Harry?" Harry nodded.

"Quirrell left him no choice," Akame said. "It was either him or Harry."

"You cannot truly believe this," Dumbledore said looking dumbfounded at the assembled group of people. "If this is true then I have to call into question how any of you are fit to look out for-,"

Najenda cut him off, "If we are now on the topic of questionable methods then I believe that some of your actions must be taken in to account as well."

"Yeah, like how come you put him with abusive relatives," Tatsumi pointed out.

"What?" Bones asked turning her attention to Dumbledore.

"You must understand that at the time they were Harry's only living relatives. And as Harry just told us his mothers protection lives on in him, it would protect him," Dumbledore explained.

"Clearly not from his relatives," Akame stated bluntly.

"I did not know that Harry was being abused," Dumbledore defended. "If I had known I would have withheld the payments being made to their home to keep him."

"Albus!" McGonagall yelled. "I told you they were the worst sort of muggles that night! I told you! And now I find out that they had to be paid to raise him! I should have never let you leave him there. How have you been paying them Albus?"

Dumbledore sighed. "I used money from the Potter family vault," Dumbledore confessed.

"A crook," Seryu sneered. "Commander should I let Koro feed?" Koro looked up to Esdeath with pleading eyes.

"Not now," the blue haired woman said. "I want to see how this goes."

"Harry," Dumbledore said to him. "I need you to know that I have never kept a cent of the money took. Along with the payments to your relatives, I also made payments to friends of your parents in the hospital. In fact they are Neville's parents."

"And why were you making payments to them?" Bones inquired.

"They were friends of the Potter's and James said himself that he had more money than he knew what to do with it. He said I was welcome to take what I needed."

"I am well aware that the Potter's and Longbottom's were close," Bones said. "And while it was noble of you to make payments to their hospital, why not just use your own money?"

"I simply thought James would want that if he were still here," was all Dumbledore said. "Please know that I only had the best intentions in mind."

"I have a question," Leone said. "Why the hell was this stone even being kept here anyways? I mean this is a school not some bank."

"See the stone was originally kept at Gringotts Bank, but that proved unsafe when someone broke in and tried to steal it," Dumbledore told her. "I knew that whoever did it might try so again, so that was why I blocked off the third floor, put defenses around it-,"

"You knew?" it was Ran who spoke. "You knew that someone would try to steal this so your solution was to put it in a school filled with children protected by defenses so feeble that four first year students were able to get past them? By doing that you endangered every life here. From a man who used to be a teacher I can say that there is nothing greater than the loss of a child's life, and you should be grateful that no one died."

Harry had never heard Ran talk like that. Normally he had a quiet voice that was polite and well spoken, but now he spoke with venom, and spite.

Now that they were questioning Dumbledore, there was one question Harry had that even McGonagall had not been able to answer when she first came to meet with him. "I have a question actually," Harry spoke up. "Why did Voldemort even want to kill me anyways? I mean you keep saying I was put with my relatives for protection, and my parents were dead, but why even try to kill me anyways?"

Dumbledore looked somber. "Alas I cannot tell you."

"Can't because you don't know or don't want to?" Najenda asked.

"The latter," Dumbledore admitted. "I do not believe anyone is ready to hear to answer as to why."

That was the wrong thing to say as ice began to freeze Dumbledore's feet to the ground and was slowly making its way up his legs. Esdeath was raising her finger and the ice crept higher. Both Dumbledore and Bones looked shocked at this display of "wandless magic."

"I disagree," Esdeath said as a sadistic smile started to grace her face. "This makes two times now in which this Voldemort has tried to kill Harry and he has every right to know why, he has show himself worthy if you ask me."

"He does not need to be burdened with the knowledge," Dumbledore said stubbornly.

"You still refuse to talk?" Esdeath asked. "You say he does not need to be burdened? Well has it crossed your mind that if you don't tell him you might be condemning him to die."

"For heaven's sake Albus just answer the woman!" Mcgonagall yelled at him as the ice climbed higher still.

Dumbledore sighed in defeat. "Very well. Shortly before Harry was born there was a prophecy made about him and Voldemort. It stated the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born as the seventh month dies, and to those who have thrice defied him and that the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, for neither can live while the other survives." Silence followed.

"Ok," Leone said breaking the silence. "Is that it?"

"Yes that was the full prophecy pertaining to Harry and Voldemort. Now you see why-," Dumbledore was cut off by Mein.

"How do you know that? If that is the full prophecy it doesn't mention any names just titles like Dark Lord, never saying Voldemort, so how do you know it was about them?"

"Well who else could it be about?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well since prophecy's are about the future, it could be a Dark Lord in the future," Tatsumi pointed out.

"I'm afraid that is not the case," Dumbledore told him. "You see it said mark him as his equal. Harry has the scar from the night Voldemort first vanished so-," Harry cut him off this time.

"I don't have the scar."

Dumbledore looked at him like he had grown a third eye. To prove his point Harry lifted his bangs to show a clean forehead. "That's impossible," Dumbledore spoke softly. "That scar was cursed. How did this happen?"

"None of your concern," Najenda told him. "I will say that it really wouldn't matter how it's gone just so long as it is. You did say it was cursed after all."

Harry noticed that Madam Bones had been writing down everything that was being said. "I have to say Headmaster given all the new information that come to light I would say that Hogwarts is in need of a much over do inspection. Of both grounds and staff," she said shooting a glare at Dumbledore. "If there is nothing else I suggest we let Mr. Potter rest and-,"

"Actually there is," Esdeath said.

"And what is that?" Bones asked.

"Would anyone like to tell me why that rat is a man?" Esdeath pointed over to the limp form of Ron, the rat still laying by him.

"His rat?" McGonagall asked not quite sure what Esdeath meant. "It is his pet, not a human."

"I can assure you it is." Esdeath walked over and picked up the rat which had begun to struggle. "When you visit the torture chambers on a basis you become familiar with rats. You know where they are and how they act and feel. This is giving off vibes that a human would so if you have a way of turning into animals then this is a human."

At those words McGonagall stiffened and pulled out her wand, pointing it at the rat she cast a spell. Before all of their eyes where a rat once stood was not a filthy man with rat like features.

The man looked up at all of the eyes on him and cowered in fear. "Is that, Peter Pettigrew?!" Bones asked. "Merlin's beard he's supposed to be dead!"

"If he is supposed to be dead I suggest we make him talk to know the truth," Esdaeth said with her sadistic smile coming back into play.

"I agree," McGonagall said. "I will find Severus he may have a truth potion."

McGonagall returned not five minutes later with a vial of clear liquid. "If you would please open his mouth so I may administer the potion." Esdeath complied and roughly opened Peter's mouth as the liquid was poured down his throat.

"What is your name?" Bones asked.

"Peter Pettigrew," Peter said.

"How are you still alive? The papers said you died."

"I faked my death and blamed Sirius for betraying the Potter's."

"Did Sirius Black betray the Potter's?"

"No I did I was their secret keeper."

"Why did you betray them?"

"The Dark Lord said he would kill me and I was afraid."

Madam Bones sighed. "It would appear Sirius Black is an innocent man and has just spent the last ten years in prison."

"This man is an evildoer?" Seryu asked. Bones nodded. Harry then saw as Seryu's once pretty features became distorted and demonic. "Prepare to face Justice! Koro!" Harry watched as Koro grew from a once cute cuddly dog into a giant behemoth with dozens of sharp fangs. Koro picked Peter up and was about to eat him when Esdeath yelled "Stop!"

Seryu motioned for Koro to stop. "But Commander he is evil he must be punished."

"He will," Esdeath told her. "By me." Her sadistic grin was ever present now.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to take Pettigrew," Bones spoke up getting over her shock from the giant dog. "This man is to stand accused of crimes against a wizard."

"Yes, but he is also guilty of betraying Harry's parents and since harry is under our protection I do believe that gives us the right to punish him as well," Esdeath said. "Besides you can take your memories and ours as well to show that this man is indeed alive and a traitor."

Bones looked pensive. "It could be enough to get a trial for Sirius Black, once he is under the truth potion then everyone will know. But I must ask, what do you plan on doing with Peter?"

Esdeath looked down at the pathetic man. "I plan to show him that Voldemort is not the person he should be afraid of."