The rest of the night Harry spent p

The rest of the night Harry spent practically in a haze. He remembered him and Ginny meeting the others at the entrance, remembered Snape being there, remembered people asking questions. But he was so tired he just ignored most of them and fell asleep as soon as he was brought into the hospital wing.

When he regained consciousness, it was practically the same as last year when he woke up after saving the Sorcerer's Stone. He was in the infirmary, surrounded by lots of presents. Dumbledore was also there and that did not bode well. At first he just sat in his bed while the old wizard studied him.

"I am so glad you're finally up, my boy." – simpered the old coot, making Harry cringe in the inside. Those words from that man sounded really disgusting to him.

'Urgh… how the hell didn't I notice how disgusting that sounds?' – thought Harry, trying desperately to look anywhere but at the old man near his bed – 'I really hope someone comes by soon…'

He did his best to be on his best 'idiotic Gryffindor' behavior, as Draco would call it:

"Headmaster Dumbledore? What happened? How did I get here?" – he asked, feigning confusion.

It was obvious in how the man's shoulders slumped, that he wanted details. Detail, which as it seemed, he wouldn't be able to get. That upset the old man quite a bit. He thought there'd be an epic tale to boost Harry's fame as the boy-who-lived, so that the Light would have more followers… oops, supporters, of course, supporters. But this Gryffindor child, the only child in the entire school, except the children of the dark purebloods, he was not allowed to touch, no matter how sweet the child looked, was not what you'd expect a Gryffindor to be. Oh, the headmaster knew that among his group of friends, that much to his annoyance included two Slytherins, the boy behaved his age and enjoyed life. However everyone else was met with a solid 'heir' mask, that made it really hard to get another spy near the brat.

"Oh, my boy," – insert a mental shudder from the said boy here – "You've been asleep for 7 days, your friends were very worried."

"A whole week? How come?" – came the expected worried response.

"While you were in the Chamber of Secrets, there was a strong magical explosion, madam Pomfrey believes you were caught in it."

'I wonder… I don't remember there being an explosion… maybe it was caused by the bond settling itself?'

'$That'ss correct, young masster…$' – came the hiss of his familiar from across the mentioned bond. It made Harry jump a bit, though he made sure Dumbledore wouldn't notice.

"Oh, headmaster!" – he exclaimed – "I wish I could tell for sure… there are flashes, but I just can't seem to remember it all…"

"Not to worry, dear boy, I'm sure it'll come to you sooner or later…" – consoled the headmaster, though Harry could see that he was not really satisfied with the answer he got – "Well, I shall leave you to your recovery. Mr. Longbottom brought all of your homework here, since I'm afraid you'll not be excused from the exams."

And much to Harry's relief the old man left him alone. The Matron was nowhere in sight and Harry wasn't sleepy at all, so he reached for the stack of parchment that was his homework. Much to his astonishment, he not only found the homework itself, but also notes on the missed classes. The handwriting was neat and rather feminine. He was pretty sure that Pansy or Draco took the notes, most likely Pansy obviously. He made a mental note to thank the girl later and the engrossed himself in the catch-up work he had to do in order to have a good score at the exams.


While Harry was busy with his school work, his friends – with worrying about him and Dumbledore – with pitying himself for not having enough information to proceed with his 'make Harry more famous' campaign, one Gellert Grindewald was busy reacquainting himself with the happenings in the world. The former Dark Lord spent quite some time in Numengard and now the first thing on his 'to-do' list was getting wand back from his traitorous lover. Dumbledore was another major thing on this list. He just had no idea what to do about the man. On one hand, Gellert knew that Dumbledore was very different from the man he remembered, but on the other hand he was pretty sure he could bend the so-called 'Light Lord' to his will… but all of that had to wait… since Wizarding Britain was not the domain of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Oh, Gellert read all about Harry Potter the 'boy-who-lived', but knew for a fact, like any other powerful wizard would, that the place was the Dark Lord was still occupied. Thus he himself couldn't do anything until the Lord came back. With that in mind, Gellert chose to relocate himself to the Wizarding Spain, where the political climate was unstable enough for him to make another grab for power.


When his friends finally were allowed to visit him in the Infirmary, Harry was already done with homework. He smiled at the people that cared enough to visit him:

"Hey, guys. I hope I didn't scare you too much."

Neville and the twins at once berated him for the ridiculousness of the very idea, while Draco and Pansy were more reserved. They wanted to know what happened in the Chamber, but like Dumbles, they had to settle for the 'I'm not exactly sure' Harry gave them. It was obvious that he knew more, but was not comfortable enough sharing the knowledge.

"Ron was finally transported to St. Mungo's… or rather their Spanish branch." – said George.

Harry frowned a bit:

"Why did they send him to Spain of all places?"

"Just to make sure Dumbles wouldn't get to him. After all Britain's relations with Spain are rather strained at the moment."

"Oh…" – was Harry's very intelligent response.

"Anyway, how are you feeling really?" – asked Pansy.

The Potter heir shrugged:

"Okay, I think. There is this feeling like something is missing… you know, like as if you had a part of your body severed."

"But you have everything intact…" – Draco frowned as he looked his friend over – "What are you missing?"

"I don't know…" – sighed Harry – "Dumbles said there was a magical explosion that rocked the castle while I was in the chamber… but I don't actually remember it… I know I got knocked out, so maybe I just missed it…"

George frowned:

"I remember that… scared the hell out of us… And while we are recounting the events of that night, I wish to thank you for what you did, Harry. You saved our little sister."

Harry gave the twins a huge smile:

"Guys, the five of you are my best… and most likely only friends, I did what I did because I knew you'd be very sad if she died. I'd do it for any of you, there is no need to thank me for it."

Pansy sniffed a bit:

"Well, at least now we know why you landed in Gryffindor."

Draco sniggered:

"Yeah, with a sacrificing streak that big, I'm astonished you're not a Hufflepuff…"

Harry huffed:

"For your information, I am in Gryffindor, because during the sorting I asked the hat to not put me in Slytherin."

This made all five of them gape at Harry incredulously. After a moment of stunned silence, they all seemed to speak at once.

"You refused to be a Slytherin?" – Pansy was a bit miffed.

"The Hat actually gave you choice?" – the twins were flabbergasted.

"Why did it chose Gryffindor?" – asked Draco.

"Why did you not want to be in Slytherin?" – asked Neville curiously.

Harry stared at his friends and then practically fell over, laughing his ass off:

"Merlin, guys, I love you. You're really something! I wish I had siblings like you. Come on, think a bit. Every person has a personality. And the personality is usually complex. The Hat sorts children basing on the dominant trait of their personality. Therefore since I'm both brave and ambitious I could have been as much a Slytherin as I am a Gryffindor."

The twins blinked. Even though they've been close friends with Harry for almost a year, sometimes they were astonished at the level of maturity the boy displayed at times.

Neville nodded:

"Well, if I'm honest, the hat did entertain the idea of sending me to Hufflepuff, since I'm rather shy around people I don't know."

"I could have been sent to Ravenclaw…" – Draco admitted reluctantly.

"Slytherin for us as well." – stated Fred, since George was busy thinking about who knows what.

Pansy wrinkled her nose as she pouted:

"It said I could be a Gryffindor."

Then there was a moment of silence as they stared at the girl that was like the epitome of Slytherin, at least to the rest of the school, and Harry joined his friends staring at her, since that was something he did not expect to hear. However unlike himself Pansy was spared from the rather uncomfortable conversation by the timely arrival of Madam Pomfrey, who shooed his friends out of the infirmary and gave him a check-up as soon as the kids were out of the hospital wing.


Poppy Pomfrey, as much as she respected Dumbledore at one point, knew for sure that the condition Harry Potter was in could only be blamed on the headmaster. Oh, of course, it was nowhere near what happened to the Weasley boy, but it was still there. The boy, as her scan showed, has been severely malnourished during the time before he came to Hogwarts and that meant that the muggles Dumbledore left the boy with were to blame. This threw a shade on Albus Dumbledore. Poppy had to admit, that if she hadn't treated Weasley before she made this discovery, she would not have connected this with Dumbledore. But not it seemed she had no other choice. She thanked Merlin that her mediwitch oath protected her from all sorts of mind magic, since what she found out about the Potter child was not something Dumbledore could be allowed to know… not without the boy's permission and the witch was quite certain that Harry Potter was not Dumbledore's biggest fan.

Once she had the diagnosis ready, she went back into the ward and approached the bed, where the boy was entertaining himself with one of th

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Phần còn lại của đêm Harry đã trải qua thực tế trong một đám mây. Ông nhớ đến anh ta và Ginny đáp ứng những người khác tại cửa, nhớ Snape có, nhớ người đặt câu hỏi. Nhưng ông đã mệt mỏi vì vậy ông chỉ cần bỏ qua hầu hết trong số họ và rơi vào giấc ngủ ngay sau khi ông đã được đưa vào bệnh viện cánh.Khi ông lấy lại ý thức, đó là thực tế giống như năm ngoái khi ông tỉnh dậy sau khi lưu của phù thủy đá. Ông vào trạm xá, được bao quanh bởi rất nhiều quà. Giáo sư Dumbledore là cũng có và mà không bode tốt. Ban đầu ông chỉ ngồi trong giường của mình trong khi thuật sĩ cũ nghiên cứu anh ta."Tôi vui mừng vì vậy bạn là cuối cùng lên, cậu bé của tôi."-simpered đến mắt cá chân cũ, làm cho Harry cringe ở bên trong. Những từ mà người đàn ông có vẻ thực sự kinh tởm với anh ta.' Urgh... làm thế quái nào không tôi nhận thấy làm thế nào kinh tởm nghe?'-nghĩ Harry, cố gắng tuyệt vọng để tìm bất cứ nơi nào nhưng lúc ông già gần giường của mình-' tôi thực sự hy vọng một ai đó đến sớm...'Ông đã làm tốt nhất của mình để về hành vi 'idiotic Gryffindor' tốt nhất của mình, như Draco sẽ gọi nó:"Hiệu trưởng giáo sư Dumbledore? Điều gì đã xảy ra? Làm thế nào đã làm tôi lại ở đây?"-ông hỏi, feigning sự nhầm lẫn.It was obvious in how the man's shoulders slumped, that he wanted details. Detail, which as it seemed, he wouldn't be able to get. That upset the old man quite a bit. He thought there'd be an epic tale to boost Harry's fame as the boy-who-lived, so that the Light would have more followers… oops, supporters, of course, supporters. But this Gryffindor child, the only child in the entire school, except the children of the dark purebloods, he was not allowed to touch, no matter how sweet the child looked, was not what you'd expect a Gryffindor to be. Oh, the headmaster knew that among his group of friends, that much to his annoyance included two Slytherins, the boy behaved his age and enjoyed life. However everyone else was met with a solid 'heir' mask, that made it really hard to get another spy near the brat."Oh, my boy," – insert a mental shudder from the said boy here – "You've been asleep for 7 days, your friends were very worried.""A whole week? How come?" – came the expected worried response."While you were in the Chamber of Secrets, there was a strong magical explosion, madam Pomfrey believes you were caught in it."'I wonder… I don't remember there being an explosion… maybe it was caused by the bond settling itself?''$That'ss correct, young masster…$' – came the hiss of his familiar from across the mentioned bond. It made Harry jump a bit, though he made sure Dumbledore wouldn't notice."Oh, headmaster!" – he exclaimed – "I wish I could tell for sure… there are flashes, but I just can't seem to remember it all…""Not to worry, dear boy, I'm sure it'll come to you sooner or later…" – consoled the headmaster, though Harry could see that he was not really satisfied with the answer he got – "Well, I shall leave you to your recovery. Mr. Longbottom brought all of your homework here, since I'm afraid you'll not be excused from the exams."And much to Harry's relief the old man left him alone. The Matron was nowhere in sight and Harry wasn't sleepy at all, so he reached for the stack of parchment that was his homework. Much to his astonishment, he not only found the homework itself, but also notes on the missed classes. The handwriting was neat and rather feminine. He was pretty sure that Pansy or Draco took the notes, most likely Pansy obviously. He made a mental note to thank the girl later and the engrossed himself in the catch-up work he had to do in order to have a good score at the exams.While Harry was busy with his school work, his friends – with worrying about him and Dumbledore – with pitying himself for not having enough information to proceed with his 'make Harry more famous' campaign, one Gellert Grindewald was busy reacquainting himself with the happenings in the world. The former Dark Lord spent quite some time in Numengard and now the first thing on his 'to-do' list was getting wand back from his traitorous lover. Dumbledore was another major thing on this list. He just had no idea what to do about the man. On one hand, Gellert knew that Dumbledore was very different from the man he remembered, but on the other hand he was pretty sure he could bend the so-called 'Light Lord' to his will… but all of that had to wait… since Wizarding Britain was not the domain of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Oh, Gellert read all about Harry Potter the 'boy-who-lived', but knew for a fact, like any other powerful wizard would, that the place was the Dark Lord was still occupied. Thus he himself couldn't do anything until the Lord came back. With that in mind, Gellert chose to relocate himself to the Wizarding Spain, where the political climate was unstable enough for him to make another grab for power.When his friends finally were allowed to visit him in the Infirmary, Harry was already done with homework. He smiled at the people that cared enough to visit him:"Hey, guys. I hope I didn't scare you too much."Neville and the twins at once berated him for the ridiculousness of the very idea, while Draco and Pansy were more reserved. They wanted to know what happened in the Chamber, but like Dumbles, they had to settle for the 'I'm not exactly sure' Harry gave them. It was obvious that he knew more, but was not comfortable enough sharing the knowledge."Ron was finally transported to St. Mungo's… or rather their Spanish branch." – said George.Harry frowned a bit:"Why did they send him to Spain of all places?""Just to make sure Dumbles wouldn't get to him. After all Britain's relations with Spain are rather strained at the moment.""Oh…" – was Harry's very intelligent response."Anyway, how are you feeling really?" – asked Pansy.The Potter heir shrugged:"Okay, I think. There is this feeling like something is missing… you know, like as if you had a part of your body severed.""But you have everything intact…" – Draco frowned as he looked his friend over – "What are you missing?""I don't know…" – sighed Harry – "Dumbles said there was a magical explosion that rocked the castle while I was in the chamber… but I don't actually remember it… I know I got knocked out, so maybe I just missed it…"George frowned:"I remember that… scared the hell out of us… And while we are recounting the events of that night, I wish to thank you for what you did, Harry. You saved our little sister."
Harry gave the twins a huge smile:

"Guys, the five of you are my best… and most likely only friends, I did what I did because I knew you'd be very sad if she died. I'd do it for any of you, there is no need to thank me for it."

Pansy sniffed a bit:

"Well, at least now we know why you landed in Gryffindor."

Draco sniggered:

"Yeah, with a sacrificing streak that big, I'm astonished you're not a Hufflepuff…"

Harry huffed:

"For your information, I am in Gryffindor, because during the sorting I asked the hat to not put me in Slytherin."

This made all five of them gape at Harry incredulously. After a moment of stunned silence, they all seemed to speak at once.

"You refused to be a Slytherin?" – Pansy was a bit miffed.

"The Hat actually gave you choice?" – the twins were flabbergasted.

"Why did it chose Gryffindor?" – asked Draco.

"Why did you not want to be in Slytherin?" – asked Neville curiously.

Harry stared at his friends and then practically fell over, laughing his ass off:

"Merlin, guys, I love you. You're really something! I wish I had siblings like you. Come on, think a bit. Every person has a personality. And the personality is usually complex. The Hat sorts children basing on the dominant trait of their personality. Therefore since I'm both brave and ambitious I could have been as much a Slytherin as I am a Gryffindor."

The twins blinked. Even though they've been close friends with Harry for almost a year, sometimes they were astonished at the level of maturity the boy displayed at times.

Neville nodded:

"Well, if I'm honest, the hat did entertain the idea of sending me to Hufflepuff, since I'm rather shy around people I don't know."

"I could have been sent to Ravenclaw…" – Draco admitted reluctantly.

"Slytherin for us as well." – stated Fred, since George was busy thinking about who knows what.

Pansy wrinkled her nose as she pouted:

"It said I could be a Gryffindor."

Then there was a moment of silence as they stared at the girl that was like the epitome of Slytherin, at least to the rest of the school, and Harry joined his friends staring at her, since that was something he did not expect to hear. However unlike himself Pansy was spared from the rather uncomfortable conversation by the timely arrival of Madam Pomfrey, who shooed his friends out of the infirmary and gave him a check-up as soon as the kids were out of the hospital wing.


Poppy Pomfrey, as much as she respected Dumbledore at one point, knew for sure that the condition Harry Potter was in could only be blamed on the headmaster. Oh, of course, it was nowhere near what happened to the Weasley boy, but it was still there. The boy, as her scan showed, has been severely malnourished during the time before he came to Hogwarts and that meant that the muggles Dumbledore left the boy with were to blame. This threw a shade on Albus Dumbledore. Poppy had to admit, that if she hadn't treated Weasley before she made this discovery, she would not have connected this with Dumbledore. But not it seemed she had no other choice. She thanked Merlin that her mediwitch oath protected her from all sorts of mind magic, since what she found out about the Potter child was not something Dumbledore could be allowed to know… not without the boy's permission and the witch was quite certain that Harry Potter was not Dumbledore's biggest fan.

Once she had the diagnosis ready, she went back into the ward and approached the bed, where the boy was entertaining himself with one of th