[At HOSPITAL WING, A PAINTING... of an INJURED SOLDIER lying in a HOSPITAL BED. A NURSE enters the frame, begins to tend to his dressings as...Harry awakens in a hospital bed of his own. on the table
next to him, TREATS are piled high, including a raft of open WlZARD CARDS. In one, Dumbledore beams down.]
Dumbledore: Good afternoon, Harry.
"Thank Merlin! You're alright." Lily hugged Harry.
[Harry squints, as if the card itself had spoken to him, then sees that the real Dumbledore is sitting on the windowsill. The great-wizard slides off, gestures to the treats.]
Dumbledore: Tokens from your admirers.
"Admirers?" James questioned.
Harry: Admirers?
Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So naturally the whole school knows. Your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of-opening your chocolate frogs. Though one suspects Agrippa and Ptolemy still elude him.
"You are a very weird professor." Said Yelena.
Harry: Ron was here? Is he all right? Where's Lilith is she okay? What about Hermione--
"You're in hospital wing and you worry about your friends." Remus sighed.
Dumbledore: Fine. Both Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. Madame Pomfrey has explicitly forbidden visitors. But I think with the help of a certain cloak- they've managed to monitor your progress and Miss Black and Lupin have been taking care of your sister.
"What?" James and Lily ftowned.
[Dumbledore pointed the bed next to Harry's. Lilith lying peacefully.]
"Oh dear! What happened to you?" James asked his little princess.
Harry: What happened to her?
Dumbledore: Miss Potter is alright now. She simply refused to leave your side until woke up so after she fell asleep Madame pomfrey levitated her on the bed.
"That's sweet..." Marlwne and Dorcas cooed stated.
Harry: Oh! But what happened to·the--
Dumbledore: Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicolas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best all around.
Harry: But then, Flamel... he'll die, won't he?
Dumbledore: He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But, yes, he will die. To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible. But to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure .
"True" Reyana nodded.
Harry: But to destroy such a remarkable thing...
Dumbledore: Yes, yes. As much money and life as one could ever want--the two things most human beings would choose above all-else. Unfortunately, humans do have a knack for choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.
Harry: How is it I got the Stone, sir? One minute I was staring in the mirror--
"Good question." Said Regulus.
Dumbledore: Ah. You see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone-- find it, but not use it--would be able to get it. One of my more brilliant ideas and, between you and me, that's saying something.
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Mischief Managed
FanfictionThe marauders pass on their legacy to their three daughters. Reyana, Lilith and Lyra. As these girls enter Hogwarts, they make chaos and fill the saddened walls of the castle once again with happiness and laughter. But dark past never leave you alon...
