Chapter 1:

Harry steered awake. His brain was buzzing, almost like someone had emptied a can of angry bees into it.

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes and looked around him. Everything was blurry, he didn't have his glasses on. He felt around with his hands and immediately found them sitting on the side table.

He put them on and looked around, he was in the hospital wing, again. Harry got up slowly, his ribs hurt, they felt stiffer, less used. Madam Pomfrey must have grown them back or something.

Harry propped himself up on the bed and looked around, it was dark outside, so that meant it was night time. No one else was there with him, maybe they were all having dinner?

Harry looked at his right forearm, the scar from the basilisk fang was there. It was three inches wide, it resembled a giant lightning bolt, kind of ironic honestly. Harry then reached up and touched the scar of his forehead, and sure enough there too was a new scar. This one cut across diagonally his old scar, from what Harry was feeling it resembled a 'X'.

The green eyed boy sighed, 'guess this is just going to give people all the more reason to stare,' he thought.

Immediately his thoughts went to his friend, and more importantly Ginny. The girl was dying last he saw, but he had a vague feeling his his gut that she was alright. After all who else could have could have brought him to the hospital wing?

With that said Harry started to feel around. His arms were better and so were his legs. His knees felt a little sore but nothing too bad. 'Should I wait for Madam Pomfrey?...No, that might take to long.'

He threw off his covers and swung his legs to the side. The marble felt cold on the soles of his feet. Harry slowly stood up, his body felt strange to him. It was sore all over, but Harry didn't have any difficulty in moving normally.

Harry found himself wearing a hospital rob, he really didn't like how it was open in the back. Sent a cold draft through his behind that he simply did not like. He needed to change out of them, now.

Harry got out of his little corner in the medical wig and walked around, if he remembered correctly Madam Pomfrey kept all her patient's personal belongings close by. He entered her little office and sure enough he found his wand and clothes propped up on one corner of the room.

The robes looked dirty, very very dirty. Guess they didn't have them washed. But they also didn't look like they were only recently dirtied, they looked old. Days old. So maybe Harry had been unconscious for days.

Seeing as he couldn't use these Harry searched around and quickly found a set of normal muggle clothes tucked in the back. They were the very same ones Harry wore while coming to Hogwarts for his second year. Guess Ron must have brought them over for him to change into.

Harry quickly did just that throwing away the hospital gown, he was really starting to hate that thing. He put his wand in his left back pocket and walked out of the infirmary.

Harry looked out at the wide open windows, the moon hung in the sky like a bright silver orb bathing the flame lit halls of Hogwarts with a silver hue. Harry sighed, it was nice to be out of that stuffy place. He remembered coming here first year when he faced Quirrel, and then this year when that idiot Lockhart tried to 'heal' his broken arm.

Harry smiled, 'why didn't I ever do this before?' He honestly didn't know, this was so unlike him now that he thought about it. Heck before when he wanted to leave he would be to scared of Madam Pomfrey to even try. Now….

Harry stopped as slowly worry started to take root, 'why did I do that? Why did I…..why did I just leave? I would have never done that before…..'

Harry shook his head, that didn't make sense, why is he worrying about why he left? He did it because he wanted to….but he never did what he wanted to. No wait, that's silly, he always did what he wanted to, but if that meant did something wrong then….

'Oh shut up Potter,' Harry hit himself, 'you're worrying about nothing. Go out there and live a little. Next thing you know you'll also worry about why you're suddenly growing taller or something.'

So Harry shook his head and continued towards the Great Hall, his sudden change in personality all but forgotten.

Harry walked down the ever changing stairs to the ground floor and quickly spotted the open doors of the Great Hall. They were wide open and Harry could hear people cheering from inside. Harry guessed that this was the end of the term feast, meaning Harry must have been out for a long time.

Harry walked towards the door and saw the entire Great Hall cheering and celebrating. They were having a great time, but the moment he stepped in sight the room fell silent as people began to notice him.

"He's back!"

"How long was he out?"

"Was he really the heir of Slytherin?"

"The Gryff got a new scar!"

Harry ignored them all, he still remembered all the things people said about him being the heir of Slytherin. The best thing to do was to just ignore them all.

"HARRY!" Ron shouted out as he jumped out of his seat and ran towards his best friend soon followed by Hermoine.

"Hey there you two, miss me?" Harry chuckled as Ron and Hermione grabbed him in a big hug almost pushing him on his ass.

"When did you wake up?!" Hermione asked as they pulled away looking Harry over.

"I think five minutes ago," Harry said, "I'm glad to see your fine Hermione."

"They managed to cure her paralysis," Ron explained, "did so just a few days after you and I went to the chamber."

"Is Ginny okay?"

Ron smiled, "yup," he looked over his shoulder and Harry followed his line of sight towards Ginny who smiled and waved at Harry.

"Great. Last thing I remember is an evil spirit trying to eat her soul, so I'm glad that worked out," Harry chuckled.

"Harry...did you just crack a joke?" Hermione asked in amazement.

"Yeah? So?"

"Mate you never make jokes," Ron stated in equal wonder, "like not good ones."

"Hey that's rude, I make great jokes!"

"No, you don't," Hermione shook her head, "are you okay Harry?"

Harry shrug, "never better."

"And yet you should still be in the infirmary," came a strict voice. The golden trio turned and there glaring at Harry was Madam Pomfrey.

Harry gulped, "hello Madam-"

"Don't you hello me young man! You barely survived a lethal dose of venom and shouldn't' even be alive! You were in a coma for days and the first thing you decided to do is go out for a stroll?!"

"Well I was kind of hungry."

"Then you should have waited for me to return with food!"

"Ah….I couldn't wait?"

"Really? And why not?"

"Because I'm really hungry," Harry explained and in that moment his stomach growled loudly, "see?"

A few Gryffindors laughed, unfortunately the healer of Hogwarts did not. She was about to scream at him yet again when a new voice spoke up, "Madam Pomfrey perhaps it is best for young Harry here to have dinner with his friends."

Harry turned and saw Prof. Dumbledore standing behind the healer looking at him with sparkling blue eyes. The old headmaster smiled joyfully at Harry giving him a wink.

"Headmaster he is far too weak for this, for the love of magic, he shouldn't even be able to move!" the healer argued.

"And yet he does, come now Pomfrey, let the young one's have their fun. I'm sure Harry will willingly return to the medical wing after the feast, yes?"

The headmaster looked at Harry who quickly nodded, "yes, of course headmaster."

Madame Pomfrey grumbled, "fine, but if you feel the first sign of anything going wrong and I will stun you and force you back into you bed. Am I clear?"

"Crystal," Harry nodded. The healer was then quickly escorted back to the staff table by Dumbledore while Harry turned to his friends, "so what did I miss?"

The three sat down as Harry quickly began filling his plate with everything he could reach. He didn't realise it at first, but he was actually hungry. He felt so empty, and way his skin stuck to his ribs, yuck. He definitely didn't like that.

Harry listened halfheartedly to Ron tell him about what all happened once he was knocked out. About how Ginny, with the help of Fawkes, brought him back. How every now called him a hero, except the Slytherin and how Draco's dad got kicked off of the Hogwart's board of governors.

"Harry you really should slow down," Hermione said as Harry ate his second chicken leg, "I'm glad to see your eating properly, but your table manners leave a lot to be said."

"I'm hungry, sue me," Harry shrugged as he quickly moved on to a tray of chocolate cupcakes that looked very delicious, maybe there was a charm on it or something? 'Hm, a charm that made one attracted to chocolate, now that's a spell I want to learn.'

"Wow Potter, didn't realise you could eat so much," Dean said as the rest of Harry's year mates looked on in amazement as Harry kept putting away more and more food.

"Yeah well being in coma sucks," Harry shrugged as he drank from his goblet of pumpkin juice, "plus it feels like I haven't eaten in days."

"Well you haven't," Hermione nodded, "but it's nice to see you eating well Harry."

"Yes maybe now you can actually put on some weight to those skinny arms," Ron chuckled.

Harry shot him a look, "yeah, yeah. Anyway, what happened to Lockhart? You didn't mention him."

"Oh him. Right, well long story short..."

Harry tried paying attention but it was honestly too boring. He picked up a few words, 'permanent ward', 'forgotten everything', 'exposed as a fraud'. So Harry could quite easily figure out what happened.

Soon the conversation changed, Hermione started to rant about how unfair it was that the end of terms exams were canceled while Ron just smiled smugly at that.

Harry sighed as he leaned back, he finally got his fill. He had cleared about half of everything directly next to him, probably the most he ever ate in his life.

Harry could feel his body digest the food as a wave of new energy filled his body. It was strange, he could feel the food flowing through him, it was like Harry was more aware of his body now, almost like he was feeling it for the first time. It was sort of similar to the first time he held his wand. Foreign and yet familiar.

Slowly Harry began to relax, he let the food do it's work. But just as his body started to relax, his mind started to throb.

First it came like a mild headache, the kind he got from eating too much ice cream. Harry chalked it up to him simply feeling giddy from eating so much food at once.

But then the headache grew. It became bigger. Soon he started to hear a sound, it sounded like a speaker feedbacking. The sound tore through Harry's head as the boy clutched his head in pain.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, "are you alright?"

"Yeah," Harry answered, "I think."

"You sure mate? We could ask Madam Pomfrey to look at you," Ron suggested.

"No I-," slowly the pain went away. Harry sighed in relief, ", no Ron. I'm good. Think I just ate too much food or something."

"Did you get a migraine?" Dean asked.

"I think that's what it was," Harry nodded, "though I could be wrong."

"Hm, well either way if your get another migraine you should see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione instructed.

Harry smiled, "got it ma'am."

Ron chuckled while Hermione huffed, "well excuse me for looking out for you Mr. Potter."

[After all some has to. It's not like you will look out for yourself.]

Harry's eye's shot open at that. He turned to Hermione, "what did you say?"

"What?" Hermione asked, "I just said 'excuse me for looking out for you'."

"No, after that."

"Harry, what are you talking about? I didn't say anything after that," Hermione said looking at Harry with a worried look

[Is he okay? Did the chamber do something to him? He was fine before.]

"Mate you okay?" Ron called, "you look pale."

[Maybe it's contagious or something. Maybe fever? Hm, maybe I should tell Madam Pomfrey.]

"I..I don't" Harry looked around him. His head started to hurt, bad. It was like something was trying to drill into his brain. He got up as his eyes went around the hall, he tried to push back the pain, but the more he tired to fight it, the more it hurt. And suddenly his exploded with the voices of all the people in the Great Hall.

[What's wrong with Potter this time?]

[Why is Harry looking at me? Is he worried about me?]

[Shit I totally flunked out on my history exam.]

[How do I tell David that I'm pregnant?!]

It was to much, Harry clutched his ears in pain. He squeezed them shut, but that didn't stop the voice. The more he focused on them the louder it got.

"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! STOP IT!" Harry roared as he got up. "Stop talking!"

"Harry! What's wrong?!" Ron called out as he grabbed Harry's trashing form, "talk to me mate!"

"STOP IT!" Harry roared out as he pushed Ron away tripping behind the stool and landing on the floor.

[What does the stupid attention seeker want now?]

[I think Sarah might be pregnant, shit!]

[Why is Harry acting crazy!?]

[BOOBIES!]

Harry cried out in pain as he curled up into a ball. Tears streamed down his face as the pain slowly became too much for him to bare. It was like everything was slowly collapsing overtaking his senses. He couldn't even hear himself think.

"Harry."

Harry couldn't hear the voice, he was too busy trying to ignore them all.

[Why is it called a biscuit? Shouldn't it be called a cookie?]

[Something's wrong with Harry, is he sick? Is it a brain virus? Maybe I should ask a neurosurgeon to look at him. I think my parents know one named Dr. Matten.]

[What the hell happened to Harry?]

[Why is Hagrid here?]

"Harry!" a gentle hand touched Harry's shoulder steering him up from the voices. Harry squinted his eyes open, tears blocked his line of sight, but he could just about make out Dumbledore standing over him with a gentle smile. "It's okay Harry. Everything will be okay."

"It won't stop professor," Harry's tears flowed freely, "I can't stop it."

"I'll help you Harry," Dumbledore said, as he leveled his wand at Harry, "I promise, everything will be alright."

Suddenly a flash of red took over Harry's vision and the boy who lived knew no more.

Some time later,

Harry slowly opened his eyes and once again everything was blurry. But at least now the voices were all gone. His head felt empty now, much quieter.

He reached for the side table and sure enough he found his glasses. He put them on and found himself once again inside the hospital wing in the same bed. Maybe he should have a plaque nailed above his bed saying 'reserved for Harry Potter'.

Harry looked out the window's it was bright outside, the sun was out and Harry could even see a few spring time birds flying around. Guess he was out of it for a long time.

"Ah Mr. Potter, awake again I see," Madam Pomfrey pushed back the curtain to his bed stepping over him, "and how are you feeling today?"

"Okay," Harry rubbed his neck, "the headache is gone now."

"Headache, hmm, well I had my suspicions, guess they were true," the healer took out a clipboard and wrote down a few things in it, "now can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"Well… one second I was listening to Ron talk about what happened to Lockhart and the next...well my head started to hurt and suddenly I got bombarded with these voices that….well they were so many of them."

"Mysterious voices you say? Hmm," the healer wrote more things down, "can you tell me what they were saying?"

"Well...no, not really. Most were just worried about me. A few stood out, like ah...I think there was this one voice who said it was pregnant or something."

"Pregnant?" madame Pomfrey gasped, "what kind of imagination do you have Mr. Potter?"

"I...I don't' know," Harry sighed, "damn it all this is annoying. Can't I be normal for once in my life?!"

"Honestly I find normal to be highly over rated," Dumbledore walked towards Harry's bed with a smile on his face, "how are you feeling Harry?"

"Honestly sir? Better than I expected," Harry rubbed his forehead, "do you know what's going on with me sir?"

"Hm, well I do have a theory, but-"

"-Oh stop that Albus," Pomfrey scolded, "whenever you say, 'I have a theory' it is almost always true. Enough with the modesty and just tell the boy what he needs to know."

The headmaster chuckled, "understood Pomfrey, perhaps you can give Harry and I a moment alone, I'll explain my theor-thoughts, to you later. For now I believe he and I need to speak alone."

The healer sighed and nodded her head. She walked away and with a wave of her wand drew back the curtains and cast a privacy charm.

"So what do you think is happening to me professor?" Harry asked eagerly, "am I going mad?"

"No no dear boy, not at all," Dumbledore waved away Harry's question, "nothing of the sort. But I do believe you might be experiencing something….unique."

"Does have to do with what happened in the chamber?" Harry asked.

"I believe so Harry," Dumbledore took out his wand and conjured a comfortable looking chair for himself. He sat down by Harry's side and adjusted his glasses, "now tell me exactly what happened."

Harry nodded and he did. He told Dumbledore exactly what happened in the chamber. How Tom tried to kill Ginny. How Fawkes blinded the basilisk, how Harry managed to kill the thing while accidentally getting himself stabbed. How he finished off Tom by stabbing the diary with the basilisk fang sending the spirit away.

"I assume after that was when you fainted and young Ms. Weasley woke up yes?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded, "yeah. I don't remember much after that, heck I don't' remember the events clearly as well. I mean looking back now….what the hell was I thinking?!"

Albus chuckled, "you did what any Gryffindor would have done."

"Run into a room knowing that I might have to face a monster that can kill me with one look?"

"No, help a friend," Albus smiled kindly.

Harry sighed, "yeah...sure….but I still can't believe I was stupid enough to just hand Tom my wand! Grrr! I want to slap myself sometimes."

"Now now, there is no use living in the past Harry. It offers nothing but painful memories and times long forgotten. Look to the future, for that is where the world will always be heading."

Harry smiled, "yeah….thanks professor."

"Any time Harry."

"So...why this is happening to me?"

"Well….I can't be sure, and I can't test this out, but I believe it has to do with your scar."

Harry's hand moved on instinct as it ran over his new scar. The diagonal cut the basilisk fang made over his normal lighting bolt was still fresh. "What does this have to do with the voices?"

"You see Harry I believe when you got that scar something changed. It is known as a curse mark Harry, do you know why?"

"Well I ah….well I don't know sir."

"Come now Harry, think," Albus encouraged kindly.

Harry formed, 'what does he mean think? How can I just think? Sigh, fine...okay, let's think. Well the name says that it's a mark resulting of a curse. So that means-'

"It's a mark to signify that a curse has been used on a person," Harry explained.

"Good, but what does it mean?"

"It means? Well…. It means that the person who has the mark survived the curse."

"And why does a curse have a mark but not a charm?"

"Because…...because it's not strong enough."

Albus smiled, "very good Harry. 5 points to Gryffindor."

Harry smiled. It was surprising to say the least. The moment he put his mind to it the answers just came pouring out. Harry had honestly never felt so….so smart before. It was like the moment he thought about it the answers became so obvious!

"So what does my scar-I mean, curse mark, have to do with the voices?" Harry asked.

"You see Harry, when Voldemort attacked you he attacked your mind. I believe he must have created some kind of breach in your mind. Over time that breach might have closed up, but after the basilisk fang cut you-"

"-the Breach might have opened up again?" Harry asked in amazement, "so….so what does that mean?"

"I believe the voices you heard were in fact whispers left behind by Voldemort himself," Albus explained, "his magic is powerful, powerful enough to leave a mark. Hence when you scar was reopened you started to open up those voices started to invade your mind."

"I see..." Harry forced, "but professor that didn't make any sense. A lot of the voices were caring, almost like they knew me. They didn't sound like Voldemort at all."

"Maybe," Albus stroked his beard, "but we can't afford to take the risks," the headmaster reached into his robes and pulled out a heavy tome, "here Harry. I want you to have this."

Harry took the book offered and read the title, 'Occlumency for the Gifted', "what is it sir?"

"A way to protect your mind against the voices my boy," Albus smiled, "something I believe would be useful as a summer homework."

"So this is going to help me defend my head from the voices?" Harry asked as he looked through the book. It was all mostly just words, not many pictures, maybe a diagram or two.

"Yes, it will. Now I don't expect you to perfect the art, but I do hope you might be able to learn a little over the summer. And next year when you return I will personally help you further your study."

"But sir, what if the voices return when I'm at the Dursley's? They aren't….well they aren't the nicest group of people. If the voices overwhelm me like they did in the Great Hall…."

"Not to worry Harry," Albus smiled as he pulled out another object form out of his robes. Seriously how many things does he have in there?

This time the item he took out was a circular talisman with several runes carved into them. It was in the form of a black metal disk with a string going through the center. He gave it to Harry who carefully looked it over.

"I had Professor Babbling make that for you," Albus explained, "if you wear it should prevent you from hearing more of the voices."

"T-this is amazing sir!" Harry cheered out, "I didn't realise runes could be used to do something like this!"

Albus smiled, "the world of runes are an amazing thing Harry, you should really consider switching to that for your elective next year. If I recall your mother was quite talented in that area."

Harry nodded, "yeah...maybe…., actually...yeah. Definitely! I want to switch over!"

Albus smiled, "very well. I'll arrange for it to be so. Which would you like to give up? Care for magical creatures or Divination?"

"I...well I don't know. Any suggestions sir?"

"Well I would recommend dropping divination Harry, it's not a subject you can excel at unless you have the in born talent of a seer."

Harry nodded, "great, then I'll drop that and take up runes. But sir if I have this amulet, why do I even have to learn Occlumency?"

"Because this is just a temporary fix Harry. I will protect you from the voices, but other people, like a certain dark lord, can still attack your mind."

"Wait, he can do that?!"

"Indeed. It is an obscure art, but very useful. Fortunately not many wizards or witches practise it, but the point stands, you must learn Occlumency Harry, the amulet is simply a tool, like training wheels on a bicycle."

Harry nodded, "yeah, got it sir," Harry quickly put the amulet on and sighed as a feeling of calm washed over him.

"Good, now, I'll let you take some much deserved rest Harry," Albus got up and banished his chair, "I fear if I stay any longer Pomfrey might set my robe on fire for disturbing her patient."

Harry chuckled, "yes sir. Take care."

"And you too Harry," Albus walked away but stopped before fully leaving, "oh and before I forget, the other children have already left. So you will not be going back in the Hogwarts express Harry. But not to worry, I asked Hagrid to drop you home, I hope that's alright?"

Harry grinned from ear to ear, "that sounds perfect professor. Thank you."

The old man nodded and slowly walked away. As he did Harry looked at his retreating form and smiled, the headmaster was one of the kindest people he knew. Harry realised how lucky he was to have him.

[I still don't' know what these voices Harry heard was. But hopefully my theory is correct.]

Harry's eyes shot open in surprise. 'T-the voices, their back! Bu-but how?!' he looked at the amulet, 'did it stop working already? Are the voices somehow by passing the amulet?! Wait...don't' tell me magic can't stop them!?'

[Hopefully it isn't the horcrux inside Harry acting up. The last thing the poor boy needs right now is Tom manipulating him. The amulet I gave should block out any dark magic the scar might create, hm...maybe I should create a spare just in case something like this happens again. No...no, nothing bad will happen. I'm sure Babbling did justice, she might be young, but she is talented. The poor poor boy….if only I could tell him the truth...sigh, one day Albus, one day. Let him enjoy his childhood for now.]

Harry couldn't speak, he couldn't' say anything. All he could do was looked down at his arms in horror. 'Was that Dumbledore? The voice...it didn't sound like him, it didn't have his voice, it just sounded blank, like a neutral voice.'

Actually no, it couldn't' even be classified as a voice, there were no words actually spoken, Harry didn't understand what was going on. The voice belonged to Dumbledore, he was sure of it. It spoke just like him. But that means Voldemort wasn't the sources of his troubles….Harry was.

"Well I see the headmaster has left Mr Potter, good, maybe I can finally start working on you now," Madam Pomfrey walked up to Harry and started waving her wand around his body.

Harry looked at her and blinked away the confusion. It didn't make sense, none of it made sense. He could hear things that other people couldn't hear, only this time it wasn't a giant 60 foot long snake that liked to kill muggle born wizards.

Harry closed his eyes and using his newly found powers of logical reasoning he tried to figure out what the hell was going on with him.

He remembered everything that happened to him. The voices, how many of them there were, how only he seemed to hear them. It didn't make sense, it was like trying to figure out what was hidden in the chamber of secrets all over again.

Soon Pomfrey finished her tests and left Harry alone once more. Harry turned to the healer's retreating form and focused on her. He wanted to hear the voice again, he needed to know he wasn't going crazy.

[Potter's vitals look normal, hm maybe it has something to do with his curse mark. His body is also very malnourished, maybe that along with his exhaustion caused hallucination. Possible, not likely. Maybe just a few supplement portions a day. Yes, that could work. Note to self: find out what Albus spoke to the boy about.]

Harry blinked as he turned his focus away from Pomfrey. The voice was silenced again. He needed to try this once more. By now though Pomfrey was already in her office, Harry focused, he narrowed his eyes and glared at the healer. He focused as hard as he could and then;

[Maybe I should visit Rosmerta soon, haven't seen the lass is so long. Hm, maybe I should get her a bottle of wine or something, yes that sounds nice. Now, back to buisness, Potter should be able to-]

Harry stopped focusing and gasped, 'I-I did it. But that means….that I did it.'

Slowly his mind started processing what just happened. It starting working from different angles at speeds Harry couldn't believe. It was like something had gotten into his brain turning him into a genius.

'So what are those voices? They aren't from Voldemort, that's for sure. Dumbledore thinks so but….but maybe he's wrong. So then…..what are they? If they aren't the thoughts and feelings of Voldemort then that must mean they are the voices of...of the people around me.'

Realisation dawned on Harry as he layed back on his bed. He understood now. He finally understood what was happening to him. The voices he was hearing, they weren't his own, they weren't coming from inside him. They were coming from the people around him.

They were the thoughts of the people around Harry. That's why no one else could hear them, because they were thinking them. At the Great Hall Harry was bombarded by all those voices, but now he didn't have to deal with so many people so it was easier.

'Wait….but that means that….I can read minds,' Harry realised as his jaw dropped.

He looked up at the ceiling with blank eyes, this revelation had just shattered his world. Harry couldn't even begin to understand what that meant. He groaned, "bloody hell."

First of, I'm amazed so many people are already following this story. Hopefully this is a sign that people are actually interested, I promise not to disappoint you all.

So far one of Harry's powers has been revealed, as time goes on more of them will show up. I promise it will be an exciting journey ahead.