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Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
Scotland
Dumbledore sat back in his chair, enjoying a sherbet lemon. Suddenly, an odd-looking machine started to light up. Nearly choking on the citrus sweet, Dumbledore took ahold of Fawkes's tail feathers and they appeared outside of no. Four, Privet Drive.
The bound phoenix stayed by Albus as he placed a sleeping charm on the occupants of the house. They went over to the cupboard under the stairs. Albus blanched when he saw the broken lock, and gingerly opened the door.
The cupboard was empty.
"Merlin's pants." He cursed. Taking out an object that looked like a compass, he held it out and muttered something.
The needles went crazy, spinning around and around wildly, and a light on the top turned red, indicating that Harry was dead. There was also the possibility that Harry was somewhere too powerful for his compass to penetrate, but that was impossible. Dumbledore was half-relived, and half-annoyed that the boy had died. He didn't even stop to wonder how the boy had gotten out and died. Dumbledore was too busy thinking about his future fortune.
Since the boy was dead, Albus needed a decoy. He and Fawkes apparated to the home of a 7 year-old muggleborn boy. Dumbledore obliviated the parents, making them think that they never had a child. He did the same to the boy, except making him think that he lived with the Dursley's, then placed a strong glamour charm on him. Albus took 'Harry' back to Privet Drive, and placed him inside the cupboard. Then he lifted the sleeping spell and went back to his office.
Camp Half-Blood, Long Island Sound
Big House
12:35 AM
Nico
So, Chiron called a meeting. Of course, most of the cabin leaders were pissed at me for waking them up at 12 AM. Chiron said that they could go back to sleep if they wished and most of them did just that. Except for Annabeth, Ren, and Percy. Ren and Percy were taking care of Harry. Annabeth actually attended the meeting.
"Nico, why did you bring a mortal into camp?" Chiron asked.
"Well, I was walking around England and sensed a soul piece. Wizards usually split their soul to try and gain immortality." I replied.
"That's horrible!" Annabeth exclaimed.
"So, I followed it. At first I thought that there was a person next to it, but in fact it was attached to Harry's soul. I came here to ask the Hecate cabin how to remove it without killing Harry. We did a sort of ritual thing and Harry started screaming. And then you came." I finished.
Chiron nodded. "Well, once the boy has recovered, you should return him to his parents. They must be frantic."
I thought about how battered Harry had been and replied hotly, "I'm not returning him to his parents, they abused him!"
Chiron blinked.
"He was in a gods damned cupboard! And he's much too light for his age, not to mention the fact that he's covered in bruises and-"
"Nico. If that is the case, we won't bring him back. But you have to find him a place to stay; I'm sure Mr. D would not be pleased if you keep him here." Chiron interrupted me.
Annabeth spoke up. "How about Sally's place?"
I turned to look at her. "That's not a bad idea." I said, remembering how Mrs. Jackson had constantly fussed over how pale and skinny I was. "We'd have to ask her first, though."
"Alright then. You two may resume your usual activities." Chiron said.
We left the Big House and headed to the Hecate cabin. Harry was on one of the beds, and Ren was muttering something while holding some paper. Percy sat next to Harry. I decided not to interrupt Ren, and asked Percy, "How is he?"
Percy glanced at Harry. "Well, he seems to be sleeping fine. After Ren cast that healing spell, the cut on his had and some of the smaller bruises faded."
"Di Immortales!"
I turned to Ren and watched as the paper in his hand grew longer. I glanced at the words that were, thankfully, in Greek.
"Injuries [new to old]
Cut on hand (Gained from glass shard)[treated w/healing spell]
Bruises (Gained from being beaten and punched)[treated w/healing spell]
Dog bite [untreated] Healed by his own magic
Miscellaneous cuts and bruise. (Gained from being pushed and punched)[untreated] Healed by itself..."
The list went on and on. By now, the paper had reached Ren's knees. A headline caught my eye.
"Limitations
Magic bound [80%]
Parcel Magic blocked [100%]
NEEDS TO CLAIM INHERITANCE!"
"Those bastards..." Ren trailed off, still looking at the Injuries part.
"Hey, what does that mean?" I asked pointing to the Limitations section.
"Hmmm?" He looked at it and started to curse.
"What?"
"Binding someone's magic is like a death sentence. The bound magic will build up and eventually come out, usually killing the bound person. The smaller percentage bound, the longer that person will live. But since 80% of Harry's magic has been bound...the kid won't live to be 20."
"Can you undo it?" Percy asked.
"Of course I can." Ren replied. He muttered something and Harry was surrounded by a golden glow. It faded and Harry shifted in his sleep.
Harry
In my dream, someone was pressing a red-hot iron to my head.
At least that's what it felt like. When I stopped screaming, a sudden feeling of relaxation swept over me, and I was plunged into darkness again.
...
A rush of energy went through me. I shifted a bit on..a..bed? I blinked and opened my eyes. Everything was blurry without my glasses, but I most definitely not in my cupboard. Was I in the hospital?
"No, you're not in the hospital." A voice said. I realized that I had said that aloud. Trying to sit up, I did my best to see where I was.
Three blurry figures appeared, one next to me and two in front.
"Where am I?" I asked.
A moment's hesitation.
"Camp Half-Blood."
