Harry did not wake up in the Hospital Wing until the following day, Harry was lying in bed with his arm bandaged. He put on his glasses, and sat up. Cards and candy lay all over. Harry looked up to see Dumbledore approach him.
"Good afternoon, Harry." The elderly Headmaster greeted him, before noticing the sweets. "Ah, tokens from your admirers?"
"Admirers?" Harry echoed.
"What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows." Dumbledore quipped, and they both smiled. "Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs."
"Ron was here?" Harry asked. "Is he all right? What about Hermione? And Dayton?"
"Fine. They're all just fine." Dumbledore replied.
"But, what happened to the Stone?" Harry pressed Dumbledore further.
"Relax, dear boy." Dumbledore held up a hand. "The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best all around."
"But Flamel, he'll die, won't he?" Harry inquired.
Dumbledore sat on the edge of Harry's bed. "He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "How is it I got the Stone, sir? One minute I was staring in the mirror, and the next..." He trailed off.
"Ah. You see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it." Dumbledore explained. "That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me that's saying something."
"Does that mean, with the Stone gone, I mean, that Voldemort can never come back?" Harry asked in a slightly worried tone.
"Ah, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return." Dumbledore responded. "Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark."
Harry touched his scar, silently asking Dumbledore if the mark he was referring to was the lightning bolt etched into his forehead.
"No, no, this kind of mark cannot be seen." Dumbledore read his mind. "It lives in your very skin."
"What is it?" Harry questioned.
"Love, Harry, love." Dumbledore answered, patting Harry's head gently and standing up.
The Headmaster picked up a box. "Ah. Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." He read the front of the box. "I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one, and since then I have lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee."
With that, he took a golden brown bean and popped it in his mouth.
"Alas," he said. "Earwax."
Harry, with his arm still bandaged, entered a corridor where up on a stairwell balcony, Hermione, Dayton and Ron were talking. They stopped when they saw Harry and leaned over the railing.
"All right there, Ron?" Harry asked him.
"All right, you?" Ron said in return.
"All right." Harry replied. "Dayton?"
The boy smiled. "Can't complain."
"Hermione?" Harry addressed the bushy-haired girl.
A big smile washed over Hermione's face. "Never better."
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Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Hermione X Self Insert)
FanficHarry Potter is a boy who learns on his eleventh birthday that he is the orphaned son of two powerful wizards and possesses unique magical powers of his own. His best friend Dayton Cahill, originally from Canada, begins to question said magical powe...
