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☀︎︎HARRY'S POV☀︎︎

I woke up to see Professor Dumbledore smiling down at me. I sat up in my...hospital bed?

"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore greeted me once I was fully awake.
"Good afternoon, Sir." I stopped, remembering something. "The stone! Y/n has the stone! Where is she? Is she okay? Can I see her?"
"Calm down, you are a little behind the times. Y/n is safe, she's right next to you."
I looked to my side and saw her asleep on the bed next to me.
"S-She's crying." I spoke as I tried to lean over and wipe the tears away.
"She's okay." He got up and started walking around.
"Ah, tokens from your admirers."
"What?"

"What happened between you, Professor Quirrell and Y/n is a secret, so naturally, the whole school knows. I believe Fred and George Weasley are responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. And Miss L/n here, almost a whole toilet!" He chuckled at the last part, glancing over at the still crying, but still sleeping y/n.
"Madam Pomfrey thought they wouldn't be very hygienic."
"How long have Y/n and I been in here?"
"Three days. I'm sure your friends will be most relieved to know you've woken up, they have been extremely worried for you both."
"Sir, what happened to the stone?"
"Ah, I see. You and Miss L/n protected it well. It was still in Miss L/n's pocket when we got to you. You both done so good, you ought to be proud."
"So you got Hermione's owl in time?"
"We must have crossed midair. No sooner did I arrive in London when I realised the place I was most needed was the one place I had just left."
"Did you save us?"
"Ah, as much as I would love that title, I'm happy to tell you that it was in fact, y/n that saved the both of you. I arrived just as y/n was picking you up. I thought it was too late. The effort made to kill the both of you was extreme, neither of you were in good shape. But, you both saved the whole of Hogwarts."
I smiled and turned to Y/n, hoping she'd wake up soon.

"As for the stone, it has been destroyed."
"Destroyed? But your friend, Nicholas Flamel... He'll die, won't he?"
"Well Nicholas and I had a long meaningful chat. We figured it'd be best to destroy the stone."
"But him and his wife, they'll die.."
"Yes, they will. They have enough elixir in them both to put their affairs in order."

"Sir, I've been thinking... if Vol-I mean ..you know who, never got the stone, does that mean he can never come back?"
"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
"Yes, well Voldemort, will he find other ways to come back?"
"I'm afraid he might. He's somewhere out there.. Perhaps looking for a new body to sit in."

"How come Voldemort couldn't kill me? When I was a baby, I mean?"
"Well, Harry. I cannot say, for I do not know. However, I can think of a wild theory."
"What about Quirrell? Why couldn't he touch me? Or Y/n?"
"Your mother died to save you. As did Y/n's mother. That kind of act leaves a mark." I slowly creep my hand up to my scar, but Dumbledore shook his head. "This kind of mark is not visible. It lives in here." He points to my chest.
"Huh?"
"Love, Harry. Love is why Quirrell couldn't harm you both. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, that gives us, well you two, protection forever. It is on your skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, ambition, sharing his body and soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It must have been agony to touch someone who was marked by love."

             

                                      ☀︎︎Y/N POV☀︎︎
"Alas, earwax!" I heard a voice talking, causing me open my eyes and giggle.
"Hm, it appears our other saviour has woken up."
I opened my eyes to see a bunch of flowers, sweets and more, confused, I sat up. Realising I was in the hospital wing.
"H-Hello?"
"Hello, Miss L/n."
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore."
"Hi, y/n!" I heard a cheerful voice say from next to me.
"Hi Harry!" I watched Dumbledore slip out of the room.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked me as he got himself out of the bed.
"Like a ton of bricks fell on top of me." I laugh, pulling a stitch I didn't know I had out.
"Likewise." Harry stared at me for a while. I glanced at the bags on and near his bed.
"Admirers? Ooooh." I teased him and he went red.
"Speak for yourself!" He laughed and we looked at all our gifts.
"Wanna open them together?" I ask him with a massive smile.
"Ewwww most of them bags have love hearts drawn on to them. I'll pass."
"Your loss."