The Light of the Dark: Harry Potter x OC

Chapter Twelve - Year One

The next thing I knew, I was laying on a soft, warm bed. There were bright lights above me and I seemed to be in pajamas. Slowly, I opened my eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the light. When they did, I sat up and looked around. I was in the Hospital Wing. To the left of me and in front of me were tables of packaged goods. My eyes widened at the sight. What was all this for? "Emily, are you alright?" I looked over to my right to see Harry in the bed next to me.

"Yeah, I'm alright. You?" I asked. Harry nodded. The two of us then heard footsteps and looked over to the entrance of the Hospital Wing.

"Good afternoon, Harry and Emily." Dumbledore said, walking towards us. He then looked towards the absurd amount of candy both Harry and I had around us. "Tokens from your admirers."

"Admirers?" Harry and I asked at the same time.

"What happened down in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows." Dumbledore told us, putting a smile on both Harry's and I's faces. "Ah, I see that your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs." Dumbledore said, showing us an empty wrapper.

"Ron was here?" Harry asked.

"Is he all right? What about Hermione?" I asked.

"Fine. They're both just fine." Dumbledore informed us.

"But what happened to the Stone?" Harry asked.

"Relax, dear children." Dumbledore told us. "The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it was best all around."

"But then, Flamel, won't he die?" I asked. Dumbledore looked at me before pulling up a chair and sitting down between Harry and I.

"He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die." Dumbledore told me.

"How is it we got the Stone, sir?" Harry asked. "One minute we were staring in the mirror and the next ..."

"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 told him. "That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something."

"Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?" Harry asked.

"I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return." Dumbledore told us. "Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?" Harry shook his head. "It was because of your mothers. They sacrificed themselves for you two. And that kind of act leaves a mark." I looked over at Harry as he reached up to touch his scar. "Oh no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin."

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Love, Harry. Love." Dumbledore told him. Dumbledore then stood up and stopped at one of the piles of candy. "Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." Dumbledore picked up the box and began to study it. "I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one. And since then, I'm afraid, I've lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe," Dumbledore reached into the box and pulled out one of the jelly beans, "with a nice toffee." Dumbledore put the jelly bean in his mouth and began to chew it. "Mhm, alas! Earwax."

Later that same day, Madam Pomfrey gave Harry and I a check up before allowing us to leave and go to the end of the year feast. We were on our way back to the common room when two figures standing on top of one of the staircases stopped us in our tracks. The two saw us approach and stopped their conversation to look over at us. The four of us smiled at each other.