a/n : Oh my i never thought I'd see more chapters coming out.. wow.. now i'm stuck writing them all and updating just incase the lovely readers out there would form angry mobs if i quit on this..

Disclaimer : i own none of this.. well besides my twisted plot idea..

Dumbledore nodded his head at Harry's answer. "Okay then Harry, we'll talk after you have something to eat." He clapped his hands while saying this, and Dobby appeared with a small, but generous breakfast.

"Harry Potter,sir!", the elf exclaimed. " Dobby has made you breakfast! Dobby would have brought more, but Professor Dumbledore said to start out small, because Harry Potter has to regain his strength first,sir!" Dobby set the breakfast down on the small table in front of the couch.

"Thanks Dobby, this looks amazing." With a bow and a smile, the elf disappeared back into the kitchens. Dumbledore read a bit of the Daily Prophet while Harry ate his breakfast. When he looked up again he saw Harry had finished, and with a smile Dumbledore banished the dishes back to the kitchen. "Professor," Harry began deciding to get this question out of the way. "Why am I here at Hogwarts, and why don't I remember coming?"

"Ah, well Harry, when I got your last letter," the Headmaster stated his eyes full of concern as he laid the paper down. " I noticed you had left an imprint in the corner of the parchment. When I looked at it closer, I realized you had left blood on it. Upon asking your owl, I found out you had been doing somethings to yourself. I decided that no matter how angry you may be with me that I needed to check up on you. When I arrived in your room, I found you locked in there from the outside, and bleeding on your sheets. Needless to say, you needed medical attention for the one, and since healing has never been one of my strong points, don't give me that disbelieving look, I brought you here and up to Madame Pomfery. Now Harry, I need to know something from you." Harry looked away, he knew what was coming, the 'Why in the world would you do this to yourself' speech. Then as if reading his mind, Dumbledore spoke,"Harry, look at me child. I'm not going to lecture you on what you did. I just want a simple answer of why for two things. But let's start with this one, why'd you do this Harry?."

"Because," Harry started slowly. "Because, if I wouldn't have been born, Sirus would be alive, my mum and dad would be alive, Cedric and everyone else would still be alive. All those deaths were my fault. Everything is my fault." Closing his eyes, he pulled his head away, and bowed his head at the floor.

The headmaster pulled Harry into a hug, and began rubbing his back again. "Harry, its not your fault. Where would you get an idea like that?"

Harry was shocked to be pulled into the old man's embrace, and he closed his eyes tighter to keep the tears from falling. " I see them every night, they're blaming me. T-they scream at me, telling me I'd be better off dead. And they're r-right. Everything is m-my fault. It's my fault I don't have any family other than the Dursleys', and I should be greatful for what they've done. Giving me a roof over my head, clothing, food. They could have just dropped me off at an orphanage." Dumbledore held him tighter to his chest when he mentioned his 'family'. The old man knew that it would take time for Harry's problem to be resolved, but he planned on helping him in every way possible.

"Harry, you do have a family. Hogwarts is your family, and so are Remus and the Weasleys. You are not alone. And in all actuallity," the old man hesitated for a moment but continued. "You're like a grandson to me, and I'm always here for you. I want to help you, and you can come to me at anytime about anything. We'll finish this talk later, since you've brought up something else I'd like to talk about. You are not going back to the Dursleys, Harry. After seeing everything there, I am never sending you there again."

Seeing Harry was about to speak, he placed a finger on the boy's lips, getting the idea that Harry was about to say he didn't want to be a burden. "Harry you are not going there, and no you are not going to be a burden to anyone. Saying this leads into my second 'Why?' question." Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore continued,"Harry, why didn't you ever say what they were doing to you? No child should have to deal with that."

Harry looked up at his Headmaster, the same man who just told him he was like a grandson to him, with unshed tears in his eyes. With a deep breath, he answered the question that was still lingering in the air. "Because sir, I thought, you'd be too busy to do anything about it. And besides, the blood protection would have been broken then." Harry waited a moment before he choked out, " D-did you really m-mean it, when you s-said I was like a g-g-grandson to you?"

"Of course M'boy. I love you in the exact way a grandfather would love his grandson. And if you are willing, you can stay with me. I'd like to give you a family, I understand if you're still angry with me over what happened at the end of term, but I love you child." the old man said looking at the child clutched aganist his chest. With those words, any anger left in Harry from the end of term disapated, and a feeling he had never felt before grew in his chest. He didn't know what this feeling was so he let it slide for the time being. Harry didn't know what to say at first, because no adult had ever told him that they loved him.

"I think that I would like that s-sir. I would like i-it very m-much, seeing as I've n-never had someone to myself before," Harry said, a small smile on his face.

Dumbledore's heart warmed up to that smile, and he held onto to Harry for a long while. Talk ceased, and it was just the two of them sitting on the couch. They had sat like that for about half an hour when the door to the office opened and Professor McGonagall walked in, slightly surprised at the scene of the headmaster and Harry Potter sitting together on the couch in a tremendous hug.

She took a moment to watch them, for she knew how Harry reacted when he came back to the school after the night at the ministry. She had seen with her own eyes the damage he'd caused, and she saw that Albus didn't seem to mind that his office had been trashed. Clearing her throat, which caused the two to jump slightly, "If you wouldn't mind Harry, I need to steal the headmaster for a little while."

"Okay Professor McGonagall. I think I'm going to head to the library for a bit then. I'll see you in about, an hour," Harry said as he headed out the door. The teen thought for a moment ,with a sly smile crossing his face. Albus knew he was upto something with that smile, but he wasn't sure what. Harry just flashed a trademark smile and headed out the door.

Minerva gaped at the door that just closed and then turned to face Albus. The look on the headmaster's face was one of happiness. "What the heck is going on Albus? Wasn't Mr. Potter quite pissed with you at the end of term?"

With a small chuckle Albus said, " Yes, but that was before I told him another truth. This truth being that I've always loved him like a grandson. After I said that, and offered him a home, which he accepted I might add, any anger that was left in him just disappeared. Now what is it that you needed to go over? I still need to prepare a room for Harry here."

"Oh its just the same old things with the Ministry.."

a/n : Okay, I rewrote a bit of this, because I had a few complaints on how fast Harry agreed to everything, and fine I give in a bit.. I'll mix a few things around just so it takes a little longer for it to be a grandfather and a grandson.

-Wulfric.