The Anger .

"When Harry's name was called out he came forward to be sorted. However, as soon as he reached the stool, he stopped, looked at Professor McGonagall with a look of fury, and said, 'No'.

"Then he's turned around and headed back out of the Hall; stormed out, really.

"Before he's made it all the way past the tables, he's jumped up onto the Hufflepuff table - stripping himself to the waist as he did so - and proceeded to rant at the Professors; especially Dumbledore. He displayed all these scars and marks on his torso and how they were caused by Dumbledore dumping him on a muggle doorstep somewhere.

"During that rant he began to flare his magic. He suddenly screams at the ceiling. There's an almighty pulse of flared magic, which causes objects and students to be banished from around him, and he collapses.

At that point one of the Professors, Professor Quirrell, is clutching at his own head and screaming."

Hesitating for a moment, she continues, a little horrified by what she says, "That's when what appears to be a partial possessionis expelled from behind that scar on his forehead. By then, Harry's unconscious on the table and there's pandemonium amongst the students.

"That partial possession spirit hovers over him for a few moments before it flies at Professor Quirrell. It slams into the Professor's head before, yet another partial possession is ejected from Quirrell. The two spirits merge into one and flee out one of the Hall's windows. "Harry, meanwhile, remains lying unconscious on the table with blood and muck covering his face from the now open wound that was his scar.

"Madam Pomfrey headed straight to him, ignoring everyone else, and franticly began treatment.

"From what I've gathered so far, Harry had a very tight infant magical lock on his magic. It - shattered - allowing his magic to fly free. That caused it to pulse in a huge flare; which, in turn, caused the possession to be expelled from his body.

"His magic almost - detonated - but the flaring caused his magical reserves to drain to almost critically low levels before it did.

"Madam Pomfrey and the emergency Healers brought him here as soon as they deemed him stable to travel. Since he's been here they've managed to draw up a list of the damage to his body. The poor boy was suffering from long-term malnutrition, had multiple poorly set bones from breaks, plus a host of other problems. They've already replaced the worst set bones and have him on a strong potion regime to combat the effects of the malnutrition.

"Some of the scars on his body are too bad to deal with without excising the lesions completely and replacing them with new skin growth. The others they can treat with a salve and the scars should fade with time.

"I have no idea how his treatment at the hands of his relatives has remained undiscovered this long but, one thing I know for sure, Albus Dumbledore has just lost any claim to being his magical guardian." "He's not," said Cygnus, interrupting.

"Sorry?" asked Amelia.

"Albus Dumbledore is not legally Harry's magical guardian," replied Cygnus.

"Dumbledore claims he is," said Amelia.

"I know what he claims, Amelia," said Cygnus more firmly. "But, he's not. According to the Potter's Will, Augusta should be his guardian as Frank and Alice should have been caring for him at the time they were attacked. And, if not Augusta, then Sirius Black, then me, and then you.

"Harry, received a letter from his father through Gringotts when he first went into the bank just before his eleventh birthday. The letter informed him of who his guardians were supposed to be, and also instructed him to take up the Headship of House Potter on his eleventh birthday. That, he did.

"The first thing he also did was unseal the Will, which had been sealed on Dumbledore's orders, and have it read. In the Will it also stipulates who his guardians are supposed to be. Harry has the original letter, and a copy of the Will, in his Hogwarts trunk."

With an expression of cold fury, he continued, "Albus Dumbledore had no right to claim guardianship of the boy. However, since he has, I want the old bastard charged with child neglect, neglect of his duties as a magical guardian, child abandonment, and conspiracy to commit child abuse. Add whatever else you want to throw at him. And, I don't want to hear any of this 'For the Greater Good' nonsense. "I also want him immediately stripped of any claim to be his guardian, magical or otherwise, until such time as my complaint is fully investigated and dealt with.

"Furthermore, I want his relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, investigated and charged with child neglect, child abuse, assault on a minor, and assault upon the Heir of an Ancient House!"

With a look of righteous anger on her own face, Madam Bones coldly replied, "Consider it done."

By late afternoon, Harry was starting to come around. A Healer had already come in and was checking him over with her wand.

Harry was staring back into the reddened eyes of his betrothed while the Healer was working, with a feeling of peace and love. 'Wait a minute,' he thought. 'Where are my glasses?'

With a slight frown of confusion he reached up with his free hand to check his face. He couldn't feel his glasses. Holding his hand in front of his eyes and looking at his fingers he could see them clearly and in sharp detail.

Seeing the look of confusion on his face, Daphne asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can see," he softly replied.

"Of course you can see," said Daphne, now also confused. "Why wouldn't you be able to?"

"No," replied Harry. "I mean, I can see without my glasses. My vision's fine."

"That would be because the pressure has been taken off your optic nerves, Mister Potter," said the Healer. "With the pressure removed your magic's been able to heal and correct your eyesight."

"So, no more glasses?" asked Harry.

"No more glasses," replied the Healer with a smile.

"Oh, thanks," said Harry. "I think I'll look a bit funny without glasses, though."

"I think I prefer you without them, actually," said a smiling Daphne. "I can see your eyes better, this way."

Feeling around his face some more Harry also noticed he couldn't find the ridging of scar.

"My scar's gone, too?" he asked.

The Healer nodded and said, "Once we cleaned everything up there, and cleaned out all the gunk, we were able to excise the dead tissue, seal the wound and vanish the scar. No more scar." "Oh. Thank you," said Harry. "I never liked that thing. It was too much of a reminder of - you know."

"No more scar means no one's going to be staring at it any more, Harry," said Daphne. "Besides, it was a blemish on your good looks. You're actually quite handsome, you know."

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