Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter. LOL

A/N: I want to say thank you for all of you who have continued you with me through this story so far. I want to apologize for any misspelling and bad grammer. This is not beta'd and i try to double-check everything but some stuff slips through the cracks. Thank you for the wonderful reviews.

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Chapter Eleven

Harry found himself floating in darkness, he knew he should be scared but he could feel this gentle presence that was keeping him calm. He didn't know how long he had been floating before he saw a light headed towards him and a soft wind rustle against his skin and through his hair.

"Hello again Harry," a voice said to him.

The voice seemed to be coming from the light. He would have been scared, but he had heard this voice many times before, just always in his head.

"I am still talking to you in your head," it said chuckling.

It gave a small laugh when his face showed confusion.

"We are in your mind Harry," it told him

"How," he asked still confused.

"You are unconcious in the hospital," it said gently, "you were hurt when Vernon attacked you."

Harry suddenly remembered what had happened before he woke up here and he started to cry with the memories

"Are Aunt Petunia and Dudley okay," he asked through his tears, even though he was afarid of the answer.

"No Harry, the're not," it replied after a few moments, "they were both killed before you got home."

Harry broke down even more and his body was wracked with sobs until he could feel the presence wrap itself around him in a gentle embrace. It took several minutes for him to calm down, but he finally did.

"What is going to happen to me now," he asked sniffling?

"I don't know Harry," it said, "but remember that no matter what i will be with you and watching over you."

He acknowledged her with a small nod of his head.

"Now Harry there is some things i need to tell you about," it said, "you need to pay close attention."

He looked up at the light and for a second he thought he could make out the shape of a face. It was gone before he could indentify any features but he was comforted none-the-less.

"Okay," he said, "I trust you."

Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk and was examining one of several trinkins he had on his desk. Each of them did something different, but for now he was focused on one that looked like a silver ball. It was rapidly puffing out red smoke and he sat with a frown on his face. He was still trying to figure out where young Harry had dissappered to. Usually he would have been able to track him with one of his instuments on his desk, but for some reason it wasn't working. He was afraid for Harry because he knew only magic could be blocking the tracker that he had on Harry. He was pulled from his musings when his fireplace flared a green color and the face of an older woman stared at him from the flames.

"Ah, Arrabella," he said, "what can i do for you?"

"You told me to let you know if i heard anything about Harry," she said, "and I did."

"Have you found him," he asked standing from his chair?

"Not exactly Albus," she said.

"What do you mean my dear," he enquired?

"I read something in the paper this morning about an attack in Crawley a couple of days ago," she said, "the dursleys are dead."

Albus dropped back into his chair his face scrunched up in anguish.

"Albus are you alright," she asked?

He looked up at her and she could see the hurt in his eyes.

"I will be fine my dear," he told her, "let me know if you find out anything else."

"I will Albus," she said, "Goodbye."

Dumbledore didn't even acknowledge her as the green flames died down. He placed his head in his hands and he cried because he believed that Harry was gone for good, either dead or kidnapped.

"I am sorry my dear boy," he said softley as the tears fell down his face.

As Harry slowly awoke he could hear voices speaking softly. At first he didn't recognise them, but after a moment he could first pick out Hermoine's voice and then her mother's. He could feel wires attatched to his body and his throat hurt really bad. He opened his eyes and tried to move his arm but was unsuccessful. He must have made some kind of movement because all of a sudden someone was calling for a doctor. It was the voice he didn't recognise.

"Harry. Can you hear me," a voice asked?

He looked up and could see a shape leaning over him, but without his glasses he couldn't make out any featuers. By the sound of her voice he could tell it was a woman though. He tried to speak but found he couldn't. The woman must have noticed because she told him that there was a tube down his throat and so he wouldn't be able to talk.

The doctor checked his vitals and asked him a couple of questions that he could only give small nods too. After a few minutes she told him that she would be back after while and check back up on him. When she walked away someone took his hand and even without his glasses he could tell that it was Hermoine. He was glad that someone was here with him.

Amelia left the room with the doctor to ask her a few questions.

"How is he Dr. Harkless," she asked?

"He is out of immediate danger for the moment, but his condition will take some time before we are gonna relax," the Dr. replied.

"When will I be able to speak with him," Amelia asked?

"He will have that tube in for at least another couple of days and then he will have to go through therapy to make sure that his voice comes back completely," she told her.

"thank you doctor," Amelia said, "I will be posting a couple of my men at his door at all times until we know that he is no longer in any danger."

"Is that neccessary," she asked?

"With Vernon dead probably not," Amelia said, "but he had a sister and rumors are is that she is as bad as he was and we would rather not take the chances."

The doctor nodded her head in understanding.

"I would like to be notified of any changes in his health immediately," Amelia told her.

"Of course," the doctor replied, "I just hope that all this fuss is not just because he is the boy-who-lived."

With that the doctor turned and walked away leaving a thouroughly gobsmacked Amelia Bones standing in the hallway. Amelia shook her head and smiled to herslef as she went in to tell the Grangers what she was doing and that she would be back after she was done. She walked into the stairwell and after making sure that nobody was around she apparated away with a small pop.

Amelia walked to her office and sighed when she saw none other than Albus Dumbledore sitting outside her office waiting for her. His eyes twinkled as he stood up as she approached.

"Amelia my dear," he said when she reached him, "how are you?"

"Cut the crap Albus," she said rubbing the bridge of her nose, "I have had a long day and it is not even near being done."

"Very well," Albus responded, "let's go into your office so we can talk."

Amelia really didn't feel like dealing with him today but she knew how persistant he could be so figured she might as well get it out of the way. She opened her office after telling her secretary that she was not to be disturbed. She led Albus in and had him sit down across from her desk. He pulled out his wand and waved it over the chair turning it into a more comfortable one. She rolled her eyes as he sat down.

"What do you need Albus," she asked, "I have a lot to do today."

"I just found out that Harry Potter's family that he was placed with are dead," he replied.

"What does this have to do with me," she asked, "they were muggles weren't they."

"Yes they were," he said eyes twinkling, "however, before they died they had moved and nobody knew where they went and I had no way to locate young Harry."

Amelia smiled inside as she just realized what he wanted, but she had no intention of giving in to him without getting something in return. She hated being like that but she knew that sadly it was the only way to get some things she needed.

"Okay Albus," she said, "tell me what you know and what you need and we will go from there."