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He tugged on his superior's sleeve, making sure to not look at the agonized faces of the victims. It was difficult as his focus kept coming back to the colorful flames that drew out from each person. The flames intertwined with one another, becoming a colorful stream of different shades: chaotic red, bursting yellow, static green, calming blue, misty indigo, and harsh violet. But, they twisted around the wonderful harmonic orange flame as their center. Altogether, they entered through a chamber of a large object in his superior's hand.

His mentor looked at him with a curious stare. It was a 'go' signal for him to ask his question.

"Why are we doing this?" He immediately asked, not wanting to wait once more. He understood that he would take over this job of collecting the flames from 7 people, putting their dying wills in the chamber for a greater purpose. But, he never understood why.

"It's to help the rest of humanity here on this Earth." His mentor shut off the connection and walked off, never looking at the - now - dead.

"What do you mean by helping? Weren't those people humans too? Why do they have to sacrifice themselves for people they do not know?" He continued to ask, curious about why only a handful of humans that have ambitions, dreams, lives, and happiness of their own are given up for a goal they're not even aware of.

His mentor answered, "They are, but in the greater case or let's say the bigger picture, they'll have to give up to help others improve the future for the next generation. It is an unfair and vicious cycle, but it is the best way to ensure safety for the children. It's hard to explain in simpler words for you Kawahira, but you'll eventually understand that fate cannot be altered for everyone."

He stayed silent for the rest of the journey back to their dimension, where they would store the flames in a safe place, and wait for the next group of Arcobaleno to succeed their precedents' places.

He didn't want them to suffer; it's entirely too selfish for him and his mentor to allow this kind of abuse. However, there was nothing he could do or think to improve the situation.

So, he watched for more than a millennium as flames got absorbed and ripped from groups of people. Their infant forms steadily growing back to their original sizes as the enormous abundance of flames disappear from their minds. Steadily, he began to lose himself as his curiosity clashed with his duty, leaving a new creature to wreak havoc on others.

After last night's failure, Harry decided to worry about the issue later. Meanwhile, he was waiting for Kyle at the same place in the cafeteria. Ms. Rose was trying to get him to eat some of his oatmeal.

"Harry, Kyle's going to come out. You need to eat breakfast." She urged him, getting a spoon of the hot meal near his mouth.

He pouted, wanting to talk with his new friend and ask about his health. Kyle's sudden collapse startled him and the other kids yesterday and he felt guilty about the entire thing. If he was only calmer, then maybe Kyle didn't have to exert himself so much for him. Sighing, he ate the offered oatmeal and took the spoon from his nurse, eating the rest with a hurried pace.

"Slow down," Ms. Rose lectured him, "We still have time before Kyle can come out to play. In the meanwhile, we need to go to your session with the doctor. We skipped it once you sneaked out with your new friends."

Swallowing his last scoop, Harry retaliated, "Ms. Rose, you were too busy looking at Dr. Kawai."

Blushing a rather deep red, Ms. Rose flustered, waving her hands everywhere in denial. "W-what are you talking about Harry? Dr. Kawai and I were just conversing about work, that's all!"

"Unhuh, of course you were," Harry replied back. His nurse mock-glared at his obvious sarcasm and 'harrumphed'.

"I think you're getting too comfortable around here. You're still a little kid here, Harry." Ms. Rose rubbed her knuckles on Harry's head, punishing her patient with a tight noogie. A satisfying shriek came from Harry and she stopped, before ruffling his hair to end her little act.

Harry pouted once more; he began to rearrange his messy hair to the image he only knew, subconsciously hiding his lightning bolt scar with his fringe. He knew Ms. Rose was telling the truth. After a week filled with kindness from his personal nurse and a whole afternoon playing with the kid patients, his negativity towards the Dursleys and their torment vanished from his mind. It was like a whole new beginning for him; he didn't have to worry about chores or bullying from the Dudley gang with their idea of Harry hunting.

It was a vacation and he loved it (except for the tedious medical examinations). His attitude became more like his age group and he didn't have to stay quiet at all. His voice is heard by Ms. Rose and she didn't criticize for his sarcasm. Instead, she encouraged it because he felt more confident, and only reprimanded him when his comments reached a certain breaking point.

Besides that, Harry was ready to get the session over and dash off to Kyle's room. Maybe, he could check his schedule at the nurse's station and escape when Ms. Rose's not going to supervise him. Since she's the only persistent nurse that developed a resistance against his cute looks, Harry had to watch out for a chance to take.

Suddenly, a large hand clapped him on the shoulder, making him jump in surprise. Both persons turned around to find Dr. Kawai with Kyle holding his hand. Kyle looked alright in Harry's opinion; his eyes were bright and his body moved around a lot. A friendly smile plastered on his face and as well on Dr. Kawai. While the doctor's glasses didn't glint like last time, but Harry still got an eerie feeling from the doctor.

"Morning Harry, I just wanted to see how you were. Kyle scared you a lot yesterday, right?" He asked, gazing at both kids before looking at Ms. Rose.

His nurse immediately broke out a blush and managed to speak, "He's alright. In fact, he was so anxious to find Kyle here and play once more!"

"Really?" Kyle asked with a large smile and Harry nodded with a blush on his face. It seems like he was more similar to Ms. Rose than he thought.

"Why don't we play tag once more? I promised that I won't faint on you again!"

Harry raised his head. "Are you sure?"

Before Kyle was going to answer his question, Ms. Rose grasped his shoulder and shook her head. "Remember that we have to visit your doctor, Harry. Let's finish that quickly and I'll see if we'll have time for a recess."

"Aww," Kyle pouted. "That's no fun!"

That's when Dr. Kawai intercepted and said, "Now Kyle, Harry needs these sessions to get healthier."

He ruffled Harry's hair for a few seconds, gently leading Kyle to a table. "Alright, see you later Harry-kun. Let's hope that you'll have more fun this time."

Dr. Kawai watched both his toys leave the cafeteria, putting special focus on Harry as he muttered "kun" under his breath. It looked like he has to teach the young bespectacled kid on the Japanese customs later on. He looked at his puppet, who was staring back at him with blank eyes now.

"Let us go eat some food. I'm starving."

"..."

After meeting with Kyle, Harry and Ms. Rose headed to his session. He thought of dangerous needles and an evil-looking doctor holding a large syringe in his hand. Strangely, the professional looked like an angered Uncle Vernon without any hair. It was a funny image to laugh at, so Harry stored it away for a later time.

Eventually, they arrived at their destination; they stopped before a large office with two wooden doors blocking their entrance. Ms. Rose knocked on one door several times and reported, "Doctor, your patient is here."

"Come on in", she opened the door, leaving Harry to cringe as his first impression. Though the room looked as if it was modernly designed, the walls colored a gaudy red and the furniture was all white. The only colored furniture was the patient's seat - a brown lounge couch, making it stand out from the rest of the room.

"Good morning Harry, how're you today?" A kind smile brought his attention to a medium height man with brown hair and brown eyes. He spoke with a tenor voice and his posture straight without a hunch or tremor. In fact, the only strange trait the doctor had been the look in his eyes. They portrayed disgust and hatred. Harry didn't know why the doctor was feeling like that, but with that, Harry didn't trust the "kind" doctor at all.

"I'm fine," he muttered, following Ms. Rose's guide to the couch. He sat down, making sure his foot touched the floor. That made it easier for him to run through the door if he had to escape. "How are you?"

"Oh, thank you for asking. It's alright so far. But we're not here for me, instead we're here for you." The doctor nodded to Ms. Rose, who immediately turned face about to leave.

Harry grabbed her hand, "Where're you going Ms. Rose?"

"Don't worry Harry, I'll be right outside. The doctor just wants you to feel comfortable about telling your feelings to him." She comforted him with an easy smile and quickly dropped his hand.

Harry watched as Ms. Rose left the office with mumbling words of "early dismissal" and "found the family".

He froze as the door closed before him.

What?

"I understand that it might feel weird about telling me your feelings. However, I'll also tell you that talking to someone can make you feel better immediately." Harry didn't trust that soft voice.

He never met this doctor before, so what gave him the privilege to hear his secrets. What was he supposed to even say? Is he supposed to tell who started the fire or his treatment at the Dursleys? What did the doctor want? His mind was still digesting on his nurse's mutters. He was going back to the Dursleys?

"Harry?"

The nine-year old blocked all noise as he concentrated on his current problem. He thought his relatives would move far away, especially when Uncle Vernon threw that tantrum in front of the old man. Maybe something happened to them while he was in the hospital?

"Harry, I want you to feel comfortable."

He thought of that word, Obliviate. Maybe they were victims of the brainwashing and became underlings of the old man? There were so many questions and missing pieces that didn't make any sense.

"Do you want to talk?"

Instead, Harry remained quiet and the doctor's smile dimmed a little. Ah, it seems the man wasn't entirely perfect.

"Harry, I'm not going to pressure you in telling me anything." Obviously, the older man was changing methods now. The doctor flipped through a clipboard with paper. Taking out a pen, he wrote something before staring back at Harry with those weird eyes of his. "Go at your own pace; this is your time. If you're worried about anyone hearing your secrets, no need to worry. These walls are sound-proof."

Even though Harry thought his stay at the hospital was too long in the beginning, he didn't want to leave anymore. This was now his reality and it was better than anything else in his opinion. In his child-like mind, that he has a friend, pseudo-guardian, food, and a better place to rest is perfect in his future.

He didn't need to go anywhere else, but by attending these sessions with the doctor, they will know that his injuries are getting better and his mental conditions are alright for release.

So, there was only one way to go. Harry pouted with his arms crossed and began to shout rather annoyingly, "Stupid doctor, of course it's about me. Who'd you think you're talking to?"

The doctor twitched a little. Unfortunately for him, Harry noticed that detail along with the two frames that stood out in contrast to the red walls.

"If we're here to talk about me, then you should obviously start with a better introduction. Oh wait, let's start with something easier, seeing that you're not even responding." Harry assumed a cocky smirk, something he learned from Uncle Vernon very early in his childhood.

The man wrote something down on his little clipboard. "Eh, at least we're going -"

"Excuse me, oh no, you're not worth my kindness; if anything, you're an ant looking up to me. Listen to me, you puny ant, you're worth nothing. People look at me, ask for my answers, not anyone else." Harry tried to base his new personality on the fire incident. With the sudden blast of news about himself, he could become an arrogant kid who thinks that everybody has interest in him. If it didn't, the doctor can at least write that he needs to stay in the hospital for further studies.

"Now Harry, I know what you're trying -"

"HMM, nope. I don't think you know at all. I mean, what I'm saying now is true. Tell me doc, did you have one person congratulate you on your success?" Harry leaned forward, his chin rested on one hand.

The doctor twitched a bit more and his façade as a friendly man started to break. Harry can see that he touched a sensitive subject and continued to prod the poor man.

"Ah, it seems like you were most likely ignored, even when you earned your Masters and Phd. I bet you cheated to get your degrees and lied to get a job in this hospital." Harry felt really guilty in the inside, but he wasn't going to stop now. The doctor didn't look like he endured any damage on his side and only had to listen to problems instead of insults. He was almost there to the finish line and he needed to cross over to secure his victory. He had to sacrifice a pawn to get the king.

"No, you listen here," the doctor stood up in a fit of rage and raised a fist. "I am the adult here. I am the one who calls if you should stay here in this damn hospital or leave safely. So, I suggest -"

"Seriously, I think you should stop interrupting me." Harry rubbed his forehead in mock annoyance. "All that talk and I know you're not going to do anything. I'm liked by all the kids and one of the kinder nurses in this place. They will believe in me and not some unknown man in a white coat. I mean I wonder what will happen if the poor doctor just did something to the pitiful kid who almost died in the fire?"

He stood up and went for the door. Before he opened his exit, Harry turned around to look directly at the enraging doctor. "By the way, I never got your name."

He went out to find Ms. Rose waiting for him, tapping a pen on a manila folder. He coughed and got her attention. "Ms. Rose, I think I'm done."

She looked surprised as she checked her watch. "Are you sure about that? There's another 10 minutes until the session ends."

"Well, I started talking and the strange doctor finished it off by saying I was a freak and I deserved to die." He shrugged, but held a teary face as if to act like a strong kid.

Immediately, Ms. Rose came down on her knees and dropped the manila folder behind her, opening it to the first page by accident. "Really Harry? Oh my gosh, I need to make a complaint about this."

Harry threw himself in her arms and broke out in a sob. "I don't want to see him. I want to stay with you instead."

Carefully, his eyes examined the list and noticed that Kyle's room was on it. Memorizing the room number, he removed himself from her arms. "Can I go to my room now? I don't feel well after that."

She nodded in agreement. "Okay, let's go now. I'll drop you off and send my complaints to the director about this. It's annoying that there's no video evidence to use against him."

"It's okay," Harry smiled and grabbed one of her hands. "As long as Ms. Rose and Kyle are here, I don't need to worry about anyone else."

"Awhh," the nurse hugged him one more time. "Thanks buddy, you're so cute."

"I'm not cute."

"Of course you're not," Ms. Rose chuckled and pushed Harry to an empty bench in the hallway. "Can you wait here for a while? I'm going to speak my mind to that doctor."

"You don't need to do that." Harry spoke, but his nurse only smiled.

"It's okay, just stay here." She picked up the folder and waited for Harry to sit on the bench.

It was finally six o' clock with Ms. Rose let Harry take a break in his room. He enjoyed the care and attention, but Harry knew that Ms. Rose wouldn't let him roam around the halls by himself. So when he sneaked a look at the manila folder, it was an opportunity not to grab.

He looked at the closed-door leading to his destination, feeling scared and brave at the same time. His mind was becoming a contradiction on its own. He wanted to open the door and see if Kyle was alright. After that little discussion with his therapist, he knew that he had to talk to Kyle some day. While he couldn't do it at the cafeteria with Dr. Kawai there, this was another chance for him to talk with Kyle.

Letting out a deep sigh, Harry opened the door a few inches and watched through the crack.

Kyle was watching some cartoons with a bored expression. He was leaning against his bedpost with a pillow on his lap. Mussy red hair and half-lidded eyes made him seem he was about to sleep anytime soon.

'Maybe I should come later?' Harry was about to close the door when he heard a sudden shout. Startled, he widely opened the entrance and cautiously observed how Kyle's expression transformed to a happy one.

"Hi Harry! I didn't know you knew my room number. Did Dr. Kawai tell you?" The blonde kid greeted.

"Uh yeah, the doctor was really nice about it. Hey Kyle, are you okay?" Harry asked, standing only a few feet away from the edge of the bed. He shuffled both his feet, feeling a bit awkward.

"Yeah, I'm alright; I just had a headache." Kyle shrugged off the question and patted an empty spot near his legs. "Sit here; you look tiny from here."

"I'm not tiny!" Harry retorted, but climbed up the bed and matched his emerald eyes with Kyle's blue ones. He looked over for any injuries, careful of not making a scene to make his friend feel estranged. It was a common habit for him to check anything unusual in order for to avoid trouble. This force of habit helped him immensely when it came with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

Seeing that his playmate wasn't wrapped in bandages or looked dazed, Harry focused his attention on the windows.

"So Harry, are you ready for another game of tag?" Kyle asked, twiddling his thumbs. It was a nervous gesture that Harry noted. He wondered if Kyle thought he wasn't going to play with him anymore after the seizure incident.

"Of course, but shouldn't you stay in bed?"

Shaking his head, Kyle answered, "Nah, I don't want to spend anymore time in this bed. It's so boring; I'd rather play with you!"

"…really?" Harry asked in a quiet voice, embarrassed by the proclamation. Hearing and knowing the answer was for him made Harry feel like the luckiest person in the world. He had a person that didn't stay away because Dudley bullied them. He had an open window in his sight and he knew that he wasn't going to let it close before him.

"Of course! You're pretty interesting!" Kyle grinned and Harry couldn't repress the emotions in his head and copied the smile. It was like a dream, his – dare he say it – friend was alright and wanted to play with the skinny kid in an overgrown hospital gown, duct-taped glasses, and a messy hairdo.

"Oh yeah, Harry how did you even get in here?" his friend - he couldn't stop smiling at that - asked. The sunset glazed the room with a warm shade of orange and red, allowing both boys to know that night was approaching. "I heard that your nurse is kind of strict on these kind of rules."

"Well," Harry looked away from his friend's curious gaze. "I took a look at Ms. Rose's papers when she got distracted by something. It showed all the kids' room numbers and what time their check-ups were."

He heard muffled giggles and turned back to see Kyle holding his hand to his mouth. He scowled at the gesture and crossed his arms. "What else I could've done. I wanted to see you."

Moving his hand to his stomach, Kyle stopped his laughing and cheerfully said, "I'm sorry. But, I didn't take you as a sneaky person. Man Harry, you're like one of those ninja people I see on the telly."

"Shush, I'm just a natural." Harry lied; he didn't want to admit that his observation skills came from learning, not given. With Dursley's emotions described as mercurial at best, the nine-year old needed to make sure that he was on their best side.

"Anyways, let's go outside. The sun's still up in the sky." Kyle gestured to the window and jumped off his bed. Followed by Harry, they sneaked out to the hallway and to the fresh outdoors. Leaving with giggles, Harry inwardly smiled at his success to extend his stay and focused on catching his target, Kyle the phantom thief.

"Wait for me," he shouted and dashed off.

On the other side of the British isles, far from where the young Potter was reliving his life, a grand forest laid about. Beyond the dark and active forest, there stood a magnificent castle. It glowed almost ethereally as the lights reflected with the moonlight off the nearby lake. It was something to gasp in surprise as many children have done years before and now. All of them recognize the building as their new school and home: Hogwarts: School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

Inside one of its rooms, Hogwarts can find its headmaster sitting in his comfortable chair with his trusting phoenix by his side. His name was Albus Dumbledore, the famous wizard who defeated the evil Grindelwald and improved the overall status of Britain in foreign nations. He had the respect, the admiration, and curiosity from his fellow people. With all of this positive attention, Albus achieved his youthful dream of becoming the most powerful wizard on Earth.

Instead of reminiscing about his past, the headmaster was reading a complaint from the minister, Cornelius Fudge, who somehow heard of Harry Potter's injuries in his muggle household. It was an outrage as he stated in the paper. The celebrity who killed the vilest person in their history is now held in a poor hospital because of a mysterious fire.

The old man scoffed at the outrageous words and put down the letter. His phoenix, Fawkes, landed on his shoulder and nuzzled its partner. Albus rubbed its head and pondered on how to reply to the ridiculous politician. It wasn't his fault that the kid couldn't take care of himself. Instead, the blame should be on the muggle family, who didn't understand the meaning of blood wards and his request to be strict for the millionth time.

He shook his head as the memory popped up in his mind. He remembered the purple face of the uncle and his brutish attitude towards him. While Albus became the victim of being yelled at by plenty of his trusted members in the Order, he didn't want to be a fool listening to a simple non-magical's arrogant words. When that bulbous man told him that he was going to move his family somewhere far from Harry Potter, Albus had a difficult time stopping his laughter.

It's near impossible for a muggle to lose his path from a wizard when the magical world had simple tracking spells. With a swish of his wand, Albus tracked down the Dursleys to Majorca with all of their belongings in several days. He brought them back, removing any evidence of the strange fire and the muggle police markings. He didn't want the family to escape from his grasp again.

Now, it's been around two weeks and he had to bring Harry back in the blood wards. It was a safe approach for both sides as the muggles will gain protection while Harry will learn humility. He wasn't an evil mastermind like Tom, but he knew that a rebellious kid can never match to the standards of a willing one. Just to make sure that his strategy would work, Harry must stand the emotional abuse from his relatives and come to Hogwarts with the belief that he was a kind grandfather figure. Though the wards will drain the child of his spiritual energy, Albus knew that he can still defeat Tom with his guidance.

He took a quill and started to write a nonspecific letter back to the minister. Sealing it with the Hogwarts sigma and giving it to Fawkes, the phoenix vanished with a wall of fire. Albus leaned back on his chair, taking a lemon drop in his mouth to suck on in relaxation. He closed his eyes and reminded himself to take Harry Potter to his relatives at the end of the week. That would be plenty of time for the fake memories to settle in the people's minds and become reality.

'Now, let's see if the dear Weasley twins have done anything today." He said to himself and to the sleeping portraits on his office walls.

Author Notes: Yay, new chapter :D

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