With his identity sorted, Harry was given space to recover. He laid in his bed for just under an hour before he received his next visitor.
Albus Dumbledore entered with a Medi-Witch who was carrying some papers. She placed the papers nearby Harry allowing him to see what was on them. They were release forms. Harry was being left in the care of the headmaster.
"Good evening, Mr Potter." Dumbledore said sounding very relaxed, "My name is Albus Dumbledore and one day I'll be your Headmaster."
Dumbledore was very sure Harry would go to Hogwarts, a vastly different outcome to when Hagrid offered him to go all those years ago. As harry thought about Hagrid offering him the role and giving the option, Hagrid still assumed he would say yes. Harry decided to act as if he had no knowledge, at least for now.
"You are Headmaster of St Brutus' school? Are you here to start early?" Harry pretended to be scared.
"St Brutus'? No dear boy. I am Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore looked disappointed that Harry did not know what the most famous magical school in Britain was. 'What have they told him of his parents?'
"Witchcraft? Wizardry? But sir, there's no such thing as magic, my Uncle told me so." Harry was a decent actor, but he was not sure if he fooled the older man. Harry turned to the Medi-Witch. "Are you sure this man is sane?"
Dumbledore was insulted, yet he did not show it. He pulled out the best smile he can and faked a small laugh. "Harry, my boy, didn't you know that you're a wizard? I thought your Aunt would have told you about her sister. I knew she didn't like magic, but she still loved her."
Harry had to admit he thought that Dumbledore's concern was real. He never had seen this side of Dumbledore before. He was always a calculating man, knowing exactly what move to make. Harry avoided looking at Dumbledore's eyes, however. That is the easiest way to use Legilimency on someone. Dumbledore had yet to even try to use this branch of magic on the young boy.
"Harry" Albus straightened up, "For tonight, I want you to stay with a family I trust, and tomorrow I'd like to speak to you about how you ended up in London."
"London? I was in London?" Harry did not look as innocent as he tried to this time.
Albus looked at Harry curiously. Deciding to hold onto that bit of information for a later date.
Albus and Harry had decided to leave the Hospital via the Floo Network. Believing Harry had never used this mode of transportation he had explained it. Instructing Harry to use the code name The Burrow, he was off to the house of his former Wife and also his former Best Friend.
As he arrived, he was pulled into a hug. Knowing he would not be able to escape the woman that had raised six sons and one daughter, he tried to relax. Even after all the years of experience with Molly, and ginny as well, he could never get used to being hugged. Hermione understood this and let him be, but the Weasley women never caught on.
"Oh Harry, I'm Mrs Weasley. I am so happy to have you in my house." Molly looked as excited as she was happy, "My Husband isn't home right now, he works for the ministry and has taken overtime. My children are in bed too, so you can meet them in the morning."
"Molly, I feel we should let Harry sit down. He has had a long day." Harry was unsure when Dumbledore had entered, he was silent when it suited him. "Could you perhaps get him something to eat? I'm not sure if he has eaten yet."
Molly sprang into action; you did not need to ask Mrs Weasley twice to get food for any child. This side of Mrs Weasley was the side Harry had grown to love, but he knew the dangers of doing anything that could upset the Lady of the house.
While Mrs Weasley was in the kitchen, Harry and Dumbledore had sat at the dining table. Dumbledore had regained his calculating look, trying to make a plan for this unexpected incident. While he had not planned on Harry knowing about the wizarding world to this level until he was seventeen, he did expect the young boy to know something. He also planned to use this minimal knowledge to help push Ronald and Ginevra towards Harry, to use the youngest of the Weasleys as role models for him. This would allow Ronald and Ginevra to feel important, while also keeping Harry ready for his long plans to finally defeat the dark lord.
Mrs Weasley returned to her visitors with a plate of food for Harry and also for Dumbledore. Dumbledore tried to turn down the food, but nobody could turn down a Weasley dinner. Harry focused on his food, trying not to let his thoughts wander. He was afraid that if he allowed his thoughts to run rampant Dumbledore would notice. He had nothing to fear however, as Dumbledore and Mrs Weasley were deep in conversation about Harry and his situation.
After Harry was finished, he was rushed up the stairs into Ron's Room. Careful not to wake the sleeping boy, Harry laid on the mattress Mrs Weasley had set out for him and went to sleep.