Disclaimer: Err, I guess I don't own the adorable little munchkin but then again J.K brought him to us at 11…he's four now…#rubs chin thinking before grabbing him# MINE! MINE! MINE! Muahahahahahha!

Rejected Runespoor

Chapter 10

Dumbledore waved his wand and Harry sat up sharply as the body bind was taken off of him.

"I like your clothes by the way. Muggle fashion?"

:I want my snake: Harry pointed at his wrist before glaring at Dumbledore.

"Ah, the snake? You may collect her later. Let's see," He reached into the pocket of his robe and brought out a pad of paper and a muggle pen. "I believe these will help?"

I want my snake Dumbledore.

"Please. Professor Dumbledore or Headmaster." He said with a smile.

Professor Dumbledore, I'd LIKE my snake! Now. Harry turned the pad around with another glare.

"I assure you she is being cared for most well. Spoiled even. She'll be gorged on rats by now thanks to Hagrid. Before you can go though I must explain to you why you are here."

Yes. Why have you dragged me from my home to wherever this is?

"First if I may? I don't know if you remember that stick you took from Mr. Diggle's tent?" The professor then proceeded to pull one from his own. "It's a wand. A tool used by wizards to carry out spells. A vessel really for our magic to be channeled through. Most wizards find it easier this way. Only the stronger ones find wandless magic bearable. If you'd permit me to use mine I'd like to cast a spell on you so you can speak English as I'm sure you've realized not many people speak parseltongue."

Harry looked at the stick suspiciously before nodding his head sharply.

An incantation was muttered and the wand flicked at him intently and Harry stiffened as he felt magic flowing over him like when he did his own spells.

"You may speak now Mr. Potter." Dumbledore replaced his wand and leaned back in the hospital chair.

Harry opened his mouth and croaked before closing it with a light blush and swallowing heavily. He tried again.

"So why am I here?" Harry paused afterwards and wondered at his voice, usually liquid hissing was now husky, almost hoarse and sounded so awkward.

"A quick note that spell will wear off so while it's on you should practice speaking a lot to get into the habit."

"Why?" Harry frowned. "Won't I be going back home?"

"Harry, that forest isn't your home. You were abandoned there by your muggle relatives. You belong in our world. The wizarding world. You are a wizard. One of the greatest of our time."

"That forest is my home! It's all I've known since I was four." Harry turned cold eyes to the professor. "You can't just take me from there. I don't care who you are. Or who you claim I am. I want to go back!"

Dumbledore smiled sadly. "I'm afraid Mr. Potter your home is no more. Your 'den' was taken apart. We saw how you lived. Quite ingenious for a four year-old but we suppose the snake helped. We're sorry for what you went through…but we're happy you survived. Now you don't have to take care of yourself. We're here to take care of you. We informed the…forest ranger? Of the place that a teenager had been 'camping' out illegally, roughing it for fun and he probably now has taken care to make sure your experience is not repeated."

Harry had stopped listening somewhere around 'your den was taken' apart and was fuming silently, hands clenched into fists.

"…more important where you are now. Oh Harry it's such a long difficult story. But all you need know for now is you are safe and you will be well cared for. Your mother and father would have wanted this and they'd be very proud of you for surviving so admirably what your relatives did to you."

"What do you know about my mother and father?" Harry lunged forward suddenly, freezing on the edge of the bed. Dumbledore's eyes only widened slightly. "Take the spells you have on me off now! I won't be kept a prisoner here! I'll go back and make myself a new home! You people had no right…no…!"

An unseen force started pulling Harry back towards the bed.

"Now Mr. Potter…we only did what was best for you. Relax and lay back. You are rather…excitable right now so what I'm going to do is put you in a little trance okay? You can listen to me while you rest."

Harry snarled weakly from the bed as lethargy crawled over him. "Your mother was Lily Evans Potter and your father was James Potter. They were both students of this school. And around this time a war broke out in our world, the wizarding world, from the rise of a new Dark Lord. The Dark Lord before him had been defeated only shortly before and it seems this man was creating his power base while the other Lord slowly fell. He is called Voldemort…" By now the tension had seeped right out of his body and as he heard the name his eyes fell shut and he was gone.

Meaningless words flowing through his mind. The new Dark Lord rising. Betrayal among friends. An attack. Parents killed. He survived, the Boy-Who-Lived. Voldemort banished to being nothing but a wandering specter. He was the Hero. He was the Hope. He had to stay.

AN: #gives King of Planet Bob, borne-shadow-childe and chocolatedemon a cookie each# And yes, there's already a pairing. This is Hp/lV, maybe better know as Tr/Hp? The group by the way WAS Dumbledore, Snape, Tonks, McGonagall, Diggle, Shacklebolt. And a few more people whose names weren't mentioned. So it was sort of the Order who came together to find Harry. I suppose I'll explain why it took so long later. #grins#

Everyone who guessed it was a "wand" pick up your complimentary crotchless thong at the door!

Hmm, anything else?