The Anger .

Frowning, Harry said, "But, kids got hurt."

"Yes, they did," she said. "But it was because of what you were suffering, and for the first time since you were dumped on that muggle doorstep, coming face-to-face with the people who did it."

"As for what happened," said Cygnus. "You were suffering from a partial possession of a soul fragment that belonged to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That was what was causing you to have anger issues, was affecting your eyesight, and giving you those headaches. "Secondly, you had an infant binding on your magic. Your anger, driven by the partial possession and being in close proximity to the ones who initiated your ten years of Dursley Hell, caused your magic to flare in a bout of accidental magic. That flare of accidental magic was powerful enough to cause the infant binding to shatter. The resultant - explosion - of magical power caused the damage around the Great Hall; and for it to also expel the soul fragment from your body.

"So, as you can understand, as you were not responsible for either the soul fragment residing inside your head, nor for having an infant binding still in place - when it should have been removed over time from the time you turned seven - you are not at fault, nor being held at fault, for what happened." "As Head of the DMLE, Mister Potter," said Aunt Amelia. "I can assure you no charges will be laid."

"Thank you," said Harry quietly.

"Now, I'm also informed you have a copy of your parent's Will in your possession in your trunk," she said. "Is this true?"

"Yes, Aunt Amelia."

"Could I have it, please?" she asked. "I believe I'm going to need it to get Dumbledore removed as your magical guardian."

"Ummm - sure," replied Harry. "Someone will have to either bring me the trunk, or take me to the trunk, though. Or Daphne. The trunk is warded so that only Daphne or I can open it."

"As you weren't sorted before what happened – happened - I have no idea where in Hogwarts it will be. Only the elves will know that," she mused.

"Elves," mused Harry before looking up. "Cygnus, could you summon Tinky, please?"

Understanding, Cygnus said, "Why didn't I think of that." He turned slightly and called, "Tinky!"

The little elf popped in to the ward and asked, "What can Tinky be doing for Master Cygnus?"

"Tinky, Harry has a request for you. I want you to carry it out, please," said Cygnus.

The little elf turned towards Harry and looked at him questioningly.

"Tinky, can you please pop over to Hogwarts, find my trunk, and bring it back here?" "Certainty, Master Harry," it said. And with another pop it was gone.

A few seconds later and Tinky had returned with Harry's trunk. She left it at the foot of Harry's bed.

"Thank you very much, Tinky," said Harry.

The little elf said, "Welcome," before turning back to Cygnus.

"That will be all; thank you, Tinky," he said. And the little elf disappeared again.

Harry looked at Daphne and said, "Daphne? If you wouldn't mind doing the honours? The Will is tucked in between the non Hogwarts textbooks."

Daphne quickly retrieved the envelope containing the Will and handed it off to Madam Bones. She was quickly back at Harry's side holding his hand. "That's my only copy, Aunt Amelia," said Harry. "So, I hope you'll remember to return it as soon as you can."

"Not to fear, Harry," she replied, looking down and reading the document. "You have my word. Now, if you feel up to it, I'd also like you to loan me your memory of what happened on the night of your parent's death. And how you came to be placed at the - Dursleys."

"Amelia..." grumbled Cygnus.

"No," sighed Harry. "It's alright, Cygnus. I've been expecting one of you to ask me that, ever since I learned what a pensieve was. I guess Aunt Amelia is the logical one to ask first, given her role in the DMLE."

"Do you know how to do it?" asked Amelia.

"No, I think you're going to have to step me through it," he replied. "Just give me a few seconds to pull up the memories." Harry sat up straighter in bed and crossed his legs, Indian style, under the bedding. Settling in to a trance he was no sooner in when he popped his eyes open in shock. "Oh, my god!" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Harry," asked a worried Daphne.

"My mind palace looks like it's been blasted with anti-tank weapons," he exclaimed. "There's - shyte - everywhere! My defences are rubble, my libraries are scattered hither and yon, there's a bloody crater where my anger cauldron was, and it looks like a war zone!"

"Language," muttered Daphne, almost unconsciously.

"I was afraid of that," sighed Cygnus. "The war zone, as you put it, is a visual representation of the damage done to your Occlumency shields when your magic broke through the infant bindings."

Turning to Amelia, he said, "I think getting his memory, any memory from him, is going to have to wait until we can get a mind healer in to help him sort out his Occlumency again."

"Agreed," sighed Amelia.

"This is amazing!" said Harry quite happily.

Frowning, Daphne asked, "You're happy?"

Giving his head a bit of a shake, he replied, "I first learned meditation, then creating a mind palace, and then Occlumency, to help me cope with my concentration problems, my anger issues and my headaches. With everything a shambles, in there, my headache should have been almost unbearable and I'd be having trouble reining in on my anger. However, I'm having trouble with neither. They're both gone!"

"Those issues were caused by the partial possession by that soul fragment, Harry," said Cygnus. "With the soul fragment expelled, those problems should no longer exist."

"No wonder I felt so much at peace when I woke up; and have been feeling since," said Harry. "I thought it was potions doing it to me. This is great!"

"I'm glad you're happy, Harry," said Amelia. "I, for one, am very relieved that the fragment is gone."

"In the mean time," said Madam Longbottom, "I think it's high time we left the boy alone to rest."

Nodding, Cygnus said, "You are, of course, correct, Madam Longbottom." Looking back at the bed he said, "Harry, we'll organise for a mind healer who specialises in damaged Occlumency mindscapes to come and give you a hand to sort it out for you. And, Daphne; now that Harry's awake and alert, and you've seen for yourself that he's okay, it's time I returned you to Hogwarts."

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