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-Chapter 3

The first thing that registered through Harry's mind was that he was not dead because he could feel echoes of pain throughout his body and that the last time he was dead there was no pain at all, despite him having fought in a battle right before.

The second thing that registered in his mind was that he was not alone as he could hear voices all around him. This for some strange reason reminded him of third year after the quidditch game with Dementors. When he had woken up from his fall his whole team were gathered around his bed in the hospital wing talking quietly as if afraid to wake him up. He knew that wasn't the case now though, because there was no way the hospital wing had any cots to spare him, what with all the injured people from the battle.

Knowing this he idly wondered where he was though because it seemed obvious that he was still in Hogwarts. It was just obvious somehow, because Harry would know when he was removed from Hogwarts which was his home, even if he hadn't attended for his last year here.

That thought depressed him because he knew that he wouldn't be able to come back for some time anyway. Harry felt as though it were his duty to the wizarding world to help round up the last remaining Death Eaters for them. By the time they all would be caught, he would be to old to attend here anyway.

Harry decided that he had spent enough time feigning he was asleep and that it was time to get up.

His eyes fluttered open slowly, the light that seemed to be coming from the windows was blinding him. Abruptly all the voices around him stopped once they saw he was awake. Everybody was blurry so he started to fumble around for his glasses before someone placed them in his hand once they realized what he seemed to be looking for.

By the time Harry had his glasses on though, he started to have second thought on whether or not he was dead. The Harry's eyes landed on was his late former headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

Harry suddenly became angry and wanted to get some explanations as to why he was dead again, because that would mean that Dumbledore lied to him again.

"Why didn't you tell me that I would have to die a second time instead of lying to me again," Harry asked in an accusatory tone toward the Headmaster who merely raised his eyebrow in response to what was said to him.

Harry had kept his eyes on Dumbledore so he didn't see that they were in fact in the hospital wing, nor did he see the head of houses gathered around him. Had he seen this, he probably wouldn't have made as much a fool of himself as he did now.

"Young man, watch your tone, as to your question, I can assure you that you aren't dead." Minerva McGonagall said sharply. How the boy could be so disrespectful to Albus was beyond her. Most people, young or old, were either admiring or fearful of him, but never disrespectful. So the fact that this man, who looked remarkably like James Potter, was speaking to Albus as if he'd known him for years, and as if had done something wrong to him, made the Transfiguration teacher incredibly wary.

The boy looked at her with a surprised expression on his face and stuttered out " Pro-Professor McG- McGonagall?"

It was then Harry took into account his surroundings. Turns out he was in the Hospital wing, but the beds were empty aside from his. The furniture was also in slightly different positions then he was used to. He also saw Professor Slughorn, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout. All of which knocked his theory of being dead again, and being in Hogwarts after the Final Battle down the drain.

Albus finally decided it was time for him to speak to the stranger and ask him a few mandatory questions.

" We've already checked and have seen that you do not have the dark mark. However that just means that you are either not important enough to get marked or that you are a spy for Voldemort. Both of which are plausible theories. Of course there's also the fact that you are just an innocent victim of some form of brutality and somehow fell from the ceiling of the Great Hall."

The Headmaster said this all in an indifferent voice, so as to not show what he was thinking and which one of the theories he believed. He also noticed that the mysterious man didn't even flinch or wince or react how most of the wizarding world reacts at hearing Voldemort's name."

Harry, on the other hand, was anything but calm or indifferent. His mind was reeling in overdrive at what Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore spoke to him as if he didn't know who he was. He asked whether or not Harry was secretly working for Voldemort. It was as if the past seven years never happened and he was still that little boy under the stairs, completely unaware of the magical world that hid secretly among muggles. Harry had a few possible theories of his own swimming inside his head, but they even made Luna Lovegood's talk about crumpled-horn snorlacks and the blibbering humdingers sound sane. The only thing Harry could do to confirm his thoughts was to ask questions of his own.

"Professor, are you honestly asking me, the freaking Boy- Who- Lived, whether or not I'm working for Voldemort."

Dumbledore furrowed his brow in confusion regarding what the boy was asking, which rarely ever happened, and frowned at the use of Voldemort's name in such a casual manner, because it showed that the boy obviously didn't have the same sort of fear for him than the rest of the magical community. And that could either be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the boy's position in the war.

Harry sighed and realized that he had to prove himself before any of his questions were answered.

"Aberforth is your younger brother, but your relationship with him is strained but civil at the best of times. You also had a younger sister, Ariana. But there was an accident… and she died. You still don't know who had been the ultimate cause of it, but that was part of the reason it had taken so long for you to finally face Grindelwald. Your father had attacked some muggle boys, but because of what they had done to Ariana. Your mother wanted to move to Godric's Hallow for a fresh start. It was an accident, your sister had no control over it, but your mother had died. They're buried there now."

Dumbledore looked surprised and pained when he heard what Harry had to say. All the professors though, looked shocked, having never known this bit of information about their colleague. They didn't get little parts of it, but it was still more than they ever knew for themselves. Harry wasn't done though.

"My name is Harry James Potter. I was born on July 31st 1980. My parents, Lily and James Potter, died on October 31st 1981, in Godric's Hallow. Voldemort himself came after him to kill him. My dad, became an illegal animagus to accompany one of his best friends, Remus Lupin, every full moon. His other two best friends accomplished the same thing. My dad's a stag, Sirius Black is a big black dog that looks like the grim, and Peter Pettigrew." Harry sneered his name out and a scowl settled on his face when talking about him. " Peter Pettigrew is a rat."

Harry just to prove his point performed the patronus charm (which shocked all of the professors and Madame Pomfrey. as not many fully grown wizards or aurors could perform that spell let alone a teenaged boy) and a stag galloped around the room before disappearing into mist.

Harry knew that Dumbledore would want more proof than that and would try to check his memories and invade his mind. Harry then proceeded to look straight into his former Headmaster's eye and showed him, Harry's memory of the fight that took place between Voldemort and the Headmaster, himself. He remembered the pain that had filled him when Voldemort tried to possess him. He remembered how his grief for Sirius had driven Voldemort out. He remembered his following conversation that took place in the Headmaster's office, how he broke Dumbledore's things, how he had yelled at him, blaming Dumbledore for Sirius's death, Dumbledore's memory of the prophecy and so on and so forth.

Harry broke off the eye contact once he felt that he had provided sufficient proof that he wasn't just making things up. He knew that Dumbledore believed him when he sighed tiredly.

"Mr Potter, I'm afraid you have somehow gotten yourself in the wrong year." Dumbledore said to Harry in a calm voice that didn't betray just how worried the old Headmaster really was.

The only thought running through Harry's at this statement was that he would rather be back in King's Cross station. Boy was he in for a bumpy ride.

AN: sorry I haven't updated in a while. I have a wacky schedule and on top of that I have to start going into some extracurricular activities to make sure that my college applicatioon looks good =P ( I'm a freshman). So the updates will probably once a month until summer break. That when I'll try to get a lot of chapters in. Sorry.

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