a/n : Here it is chapter two! oh my.. cant believe it! I havent been reduced to tears, but then again. I don't even know if I have any reviews, since I havent looked/noticed.

Oh and I forgot in the first chapter... I Own None of this. it's all thanks to the mighty JK Rowling.. I'm just a pathetic writer manipulating her work into a fic of my own.

Upon entering Harry's room, Dumbledore saw just how bad Harry's emotions had gotten. There was parchment everywhere, and the contents of his trunk were strewn about anywhere they could have possibly landed. Dumbledore headed over to the door, where a flap was installed. Pushing on it, he found it was locked from the outside. Raising an eyebrow, he tried the door and found it locked from the outside as well. Realizing that Harry had been locked in here, he made the connection that this had been going on for a very long time.Feelings of guilt spread through him, the Dursleys had been locking Harry up and the teen had never said anything. Slowly looking about the room, his eyes landed upon a small form curled into a ball on the bed. With a closer look, Dumbledore saw that there was blood on the sheets, and that Harry looked awfully pale. Turning Harry over, Dumbledore saw the many cuts along his arms, and the one cut that was bleeding freely. Mumbling a quick healing charm, he gathered Harry in his arms. With a flick of his wrist everything was packed into his trunk and sent off to his office. With one last quick glance around the room, he apprated back to Hogwarts. He knew that this was a problem that would have to be fixed as soon as possible.

Upon entering the castle, he headed straight to the infirmary and layed Harry on one of the beds.He then went and woke up an annoyed Madame Pomfery. "Really Albus, what is the meaning of waking me up at one in the morning, when you appear to be in perfect health," she said as she pulled a dressing gown on. As they entered the ward, Pomfery about paled at the sight of Harry on the bed in front of her. "What happened to him?" she asked rushing to his side.

"Well Poppy, after recieving Harry's latest letter I noticed there were a few imprints of blood on the parchment. I asked Hedwig weither or not Harry had been doing this to himself, and when she confirmed it, I headed off to pick him up, just to be on the safe side. This was the state I found him in, " Dumbledore explained. Madame Pomfery set about cleaning his wounds and healing them.

"Albus, this boy needs help. What are you going to do about this, '' she questioned as she continued patching Harry up.

Dumbledore shifted his footing slighty before answering. " Well, I think the best thing to do at this time, is to deal with it like a family matter. Speaking as though a grandfather to a grandson would handle this." Seeing the look that Pomfrey was giving him he replied, " Yes Poppy, I know Harry is angry with me. But, I cannot stand by and allow this to happen. Maybe, if we can work this out, he'll see how much I care for him, and that I'm not just using him as he keeps saying."

"Okay then Albus, I see where you're coming from with that idea. It may just work. I've given him a sleeping potion for the time being, because he will be tired for a day or two until he regains his strength. If you hadn't went when you did..." Madame Pomfrey shuddered as she thought of what would have happened. "He shouldn't need to stay in bed, but make sure he eats and drinks plenty. He seems to be a little on the dehydrated side." Dumbledore just nodded, and picked Harry up in his arms.

"I never noticed how small he is, almost like a young child and not a fifteen year old boy," noted the headmaster. "But then again, he'll always be the baby of James and Lily. And upon entering his room, I realized, he's never had a childhood. Maybe, if I can give him a family, he'll be better off." Dumbledore said to himself as he walked out of the infirmary and up to his rooms.

Upon entering his bedroom, he laid Harry on the bed and went over to the trunk he had sent there. He rummaged though it looking for a pair of pyjamas for the boy, when he noticed that all the clothing, besides his school stuff, was about five sizes too big for him and horribly worn. Disgusted, Dumbledore went to his own wardrobe and pulled out a set of midnight blue pyjamas out. With the help of a slight shrinking spell, he changed Harry into the bedclothes and tucked him into his own bed. Dumbledore went into his office to finish up a few things, but left the door slightly open so he would hear if Harry awoke.

Harry awoke slowly, embracing the warmth in the bed. He hadn't had any nightmares in the later part of the night and that struck him as odd, seeing as they usually never stopped. Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that he was not in his room, but in a very magnificent bedroom. Looking around, he noted that the room was done in Gryffindor colors, and was extremely elaborate. With a shake of his head, he slipped out of the bed and stood on the deep red carpet. Harry had to steady himself before he moved any further, because he was slightly dizzy. Looking down at himself, he found he was clothed in midnight blue pyjamas. While wondering who dressed him and put him to bed, he noticed some robes of the same color laid out on the bed beside some of his jeans and a shirt. Within a few minutes, Harry was dressed and noticed a door to the left of the bed. With slow movements he moved toward the ajar door, hearing the sound of a quill scratching. Slowly pushing the door open, he gasped when he noticed he was looking into Dumbledore's Office.

Dumbledore had been writting a lengthy letter when he heard the small gasp come from behind him. Turning in his chair, he saw a slightly shocked Harry Potter leaning aganist the doorframe. "Harry, you should be resting." Harry's eyes constricted somewhat in fear, thoughts running though his head ; had Dumbledore found out, and what would he do to him? He was shaken out of his thoughts by the headmaster coming and steering him gently to a couch in the office. " Look at me child." When Dumbledore saw he was making to effort to look at him, he gently put a finger under the teen's chin and turned Harry's head so that he was looking him in the eye. His eyes were a storm of emotions; fear, anger, disbelief, and shame were among the dominate ones. Albus felt his facial expression soften even more, and he rubbed the teen's back to have him relax. "Now Harry, I think we need to have a bit of a talk. And a serious one at that. Are you up to it now, or would you like to rest some more?''

"I'm okay Sir. I feel fine."

a/n : Okay end of chapter 2.. I'm not sure when i'll get the others up.. I've just gotten happy with this one.. so until then.. review please.

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