Harry opened his eyes to see that he was in the infirmary at Hogwarts. "Not again?" He moaned. One would think he had got use to showing up here.
"Now, now, Mr. Potter. Don't be so ungrateful."
Harry looked toward the voice and jumped in surprise. "You are not Madame Pomfrey." He exclaimed in surprise.
"I should hope not!" The man said with a smile on his face." I am Gorian Dumbledore, resident Healer at Hogwarts. You can just call me Gori."
"Oh God!" Harry moaned and sat up. To his surprise, the healer did not try o make him stay. "What, no protests?"
"Why should I? You are obviously capable of getting up, then you can also leave this room as far as I'm concerned." The Healer replied.
Taking him on his word, Harry moved to get up only to collapse onto the bed in pain. The Healer just chuckled.
"Yoo-hoo." A voice called from the doorway. "Are we allowed to come in?"
"Of course, Headmaster. Our patient has just returned to the living." The healer continued to chuckle.
Harry looked in the direction of the door to see the headmaster and, to his astonishment, Hermione walk in.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed. You've aged!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ever the one to state the obvious. Of course I have aged. What I want to know is how you got here."
"Well, you wouldn't believe it, but I was actually trying to find Voldemort." Surprisingly he didn't hear gasps of fear coming from any of the occupants of the room. "Imagine to my surprise when I apparate to Hogwarts to find it full of students instead of death eaters." Harry chuckled mirthlessly.
"Harry," Hermione asked "what year do we have?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"Just answer it please."
"It is the year 2003 of course."
"James, I think we have a problem." She said.
"No shit, Sherlock." Harry and James said simultaneously.
"It is really quite amazing." James said once again and chuckled. "I am 2 years older than my own father!"
"Yes, James, I believe you have said that already." Harry said, kneading his temples. "You say that Voldemort is dead?"
"Yes, Harry. Killed by yourself and then you took over as the Dark Lord."
Harry chuckled humorlessly. "It seemed the wizarding world had got more than it had bargained for. Not that they didn't deserve it." Harry said bitterly.
Hermione was quite startled by that. "What do you mean?" She asked. Harry sighed.
"You have no idea what it was like to grow up as the Boy-Who-Lived. I was constantly lied to or kept behind bars."
"What!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No," Harry began to explain "not iron bars, but these wards of protection were not only there to keep Voldemort out, but to also keep me in."
Indignation was heard in their gasps.
"No wonder." James whispered.
"No wonder what?" Harry asked.
"No wonder you turned, if you felt a prisoner of those who claimed to have loved you." James answered.
"That's just it! I don't understand how I could have turned my back on everyone and join Voldemort." Harry cried. "I mean, yes, I am bitter and yes what I would like most of all would be to leave and begin my life, not as Harry Potter, but as Harry. Still, I wouldn't want to harm any one."
"You didn't join Voldemort, Harry. You stayed by his side and learned from him just long enough to then destroy him and take his place." Hermione said quietly.
"When did this happen?"
Hermione's cheeks went red. "You disappeared during the last battle. I was the last person to see you and that was in bed."
Harry's cheeks turned likewise red, before his eyes widened in realization. "Today! You mean I go to join Voldemort today?" Both Hermione and James looked shocked. "It can't be today! I don't want to join Voldemort!" Silence dominated the room. What could the others have said?
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