The Anger .

"The partial possession - or, whatever it was - coalesced in the air above his head. It hesitated for a moment before it appeared to be dragged through the air straight at Professor Quirrell. Professor Quirrell, by this time, was also screaming and clutching his head.

"The - spirit - slammed into Professor Quirrell's head and appeared to knock another partial possession out of the Professor. The Professor slumped forward onto the table while the two spirits merged into one above his - body."

Hesitating for a moment, the medi-witch appeared horrified when she said, "The spirit had a face, Amelia. It was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

"Oh, sweet Merlin!" gasped the Head of the DMLE. Madam Bones had left the hospital late the previous night after ensuring Harry was out of the woods regarding his health. He was moved with an auror guard to a critical injury and close monitoring private room after the Healers in Casualty were assured his health was stabilised.

Before she departed, though, the Lead Healer gave her a couple of sheets of parchment with a list of the injuries their scans had detected during their examination of their most famous of young patients. His face bore quite the thunderous expression as he handed over the sheets. The parchment also confirmed that the boy had, indeed, been suffering from a partial possession that was now, thankfully, gone.

The healer said, "We'll be keeping him here for a while, in one of our private treatment rooms. We're going to be practically force-feeding him a pretty substantial potion regime for the next week, at least."

"Thank you," replied Amelia. "I'll also be placing a twenty-four hour guard on him for while he's here."

"You just make sure that whoever did all this..." the Healer growled while indicating the parchment, "... is brought up on charges. I'll also stand as witness for the criminal's trial."

"Noted," sighed Madam Bones. "You take care of him, and I'll take care of the culprit."

It was now the morning after the events of the Sorting Feast and Madam Bones had only stopped for a few short hours in her investigations. She'd only managed to get about three hours sleep on the hideaway cot in her office, in all that time. She had reviewed the memories collected by herself and her aurors from staff and students at the school, and they tallied with what she'd heard from Madam Pomfrey and Professor Flitwick.

Now, she was going through Ministry records searching for information on just where and with whom the boy had been living. Harry hadn't been too clear with addresses, and the like, when she'd last talked to him. She was also trying to discover just why the boy was specifically accusing Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall and Rubeus Hagrid with crimes against him.

From the Ministry records she'd learned that just about all of them had been sealed by Albus Dumbledore, himself. And that Albus Dumbledore had appointed himself as the boy's magical guardian. What did not make sense was that a magical guardian was only required when the minor was a muggleborn; which Harry most certainly was not.

She was going to have to talk to Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid as it appeared the boy knew they had something to do with his disappearance and subsequent abuse. Knowing the old man's penchant for disregarding the law when it ill-suited his purposes, she knew she faced an uphill battle to get any information out him.

No, first she'd need to increase the guard on the boy while he was in the hospital. Then she'd go speak to McGonagall and Hagrid before confronting Dumbledore. If necessary, she'd make sure she had all her facts before taking Dumbledore to court and forcing him to disclose what had happened to the boy. After all, he'd claimed magical guardianship of him; and that made him complicit in the boy being abused.

Rising from behind her desk she walked to her door, flung it open, and called out, "Scrimgeour! Shacklebolt! In here!" Before walking back to sit at her desk.

When the two senior aurors entered she gave them instructions to prepare a rotating roster of minimum two person teams to stand guard twenty-four seven on the boy until further notice.

"And," she growled. "If Albus Bloody Dumbledore, or any other member of Hogwarts staff excluding Poppy Pomfrey, attempts to get anywhere near him - I want them flat out refused entry. If they persist immediately arrest them and call me. And they had better be in bloody magic suppression cuffs when I get there. Am I clear?" "Yes, Ma'am!" they both replied.

"Good," she said emphatically. "Now, scram!"

They scrammed.

Once they'd left her office she summoned the Heads of the Department of Magical Children Services, the Improper Use of Magic Office and the Obliviation Squad. She wanted to know where the records for one Harry James Potter were being stored. And the second and third offices would have the records regarding any accidental magic the boy had cast before he entered Hogwarts.

As she was investigating a sudden death, namely one Quirinus Quirrell, she had the authority to open the sealed files regarding Harry Potter; who appeared to be at least somewhat responsible for the man's death. On returning to the private ward at Saint Mungo's, where Harry was currently undergoing treatment, Madam Bones was waylaid from entering by a rather harried-looking Senior Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Ma'am, I need to ask you to assign a couple more aurors here," he begged.

"And why is that, Kingsley?" she asked.

"I've already had to turn away Albus Dumbledore twice from demanding entry. Plus, Lord Greengrass was also here a few minutes ago demanding entry, Madam Longbottom came by a little earlier than that, as well as a few journalists and photographers," he replied.

"Dumbledore, I understand," mused Madam Bones. "And, yes, my ruling on him being banned from entering the room stands; just as it does with the rest of the Hogwarts staff excludingMadam Pomfrey. However, you are unaware that Mister Potter is betrothed to Lord Greengrass's oldest, Daphne. As such, you may grant him access. And House Potter and Longbottom are allied Houses, so Madam Longbottom is also to be allowed access.

"I'll add a second auror as back up for you out here. As per standards, inform whomever it is that joins you here that no one is to speak to the press about this, am I clear?"

Giving a respectful nod, Shacklebolt said, "Yes, Ma'am; thank you, Ma'am."

With a nod of her own, Madam Bones entered the room. Harry Potter was still unconscious but a healer was also in attendance using a charm to make the boy drink a potion.

"How is he?" asked Madam Bones. "Healing," replied the healer. "We've put him into a dreamless sleep while we give him potions to repair the damage his body's been subjected to. Otherwise, he might've suffered a bit from the pain."

"And for how long do you expect to keep him asleep?" she asked.

"Hopefully, we'll have him awake before dinner tonight," replied the healer. "By then, the pain from the healing potions should prove no more than an annoyance. And, his magic will take care of any lingering symptoms."

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