The Girl Who Disappeared (Harry Potter Fan-fiction)

*Chapter 15*

Harry woke up and quickly grabbed his glasses. He sees Maurelle still sleeping.

"Maurelle, wake up!" He whispered.

Maurelle slowly opened her eyes and quickly got up to check her surroundings. She realized they were in the hospital wing, safe and sound. She smiled and looked at Harry. They were both happy this was over and have seen the gifts around them from their friends.

"Good afternoon, Harry, Maurelle." Dumbledore said, as he approached to their beds, "Tokens, from your admirers."

"Admirers?" Harry said.

"What happened in the dungeon between you two and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows." Dumbledore said making Maurelle laugh, "And I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your chocolate frogs."

"Ron was here? Is he alright?" Harry said.

"And what about Hermione?" Maurelle asked.

"Fine. They're both just fine." Dumbledore assured them

"And what about the stone?" Harry asked.

"Relax, Harry." Maurelle chuckled.

"But I want to know!" Harry said.

"Relax, dear boy. The stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best all around." Dumbledore said.

"But then, Flamel...he'll die, won't he?" Maurelle asked.

Dumbledore sat on Maurelle's bed, "He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die."

"How is it I got the stone, sir? One minute, I was staring in the mirror and--" Harry was cut off by Dumbledore.

"You see, only a person who wanted to find the stone, find it, but not use it, will be able to get it." He then leaned in closer and whispered, " 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 Voldemort can never come back?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore looked at Maurelle. She gave him a rather disappointed look, saying that it was not over with him, then he looked back at Harry.

"I'm afraid, there are many ways in which he can return." Dumbledore said.

"Remember when he said he was living off another, and that shadow that came off his body, he'll do it again until he finds something better." Maurelle said to Harry.

"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." Dumbledore said.

Harry touched his scar.

"No, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin." Dumbledore said.

"What is it?" Harry said

"Love, Harry. Love." He said. He then patted their heads and got up. "Ahh, Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one. And since then, I have lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee. " He popped one in his mouth, "Hmm, alas, Earwax."

Maurelle just shook her head down containing her laugh.

"Maurelle, if you don't mind, would you care to join me for a walk outside?" Dumbledore said.

"Of course. I'd like that." Maurelle nodded.

They walked side by side out of the hospital wing.

"I've met Augustana recently in the Ministry. And it seems you already know about your father." Dumbledore said.