Chapter 113

Albus jogged upstairs and picked up the bellows and a pair of gloves before quickly returning to the living room in a few seconds with everything Perenelle had asked for.

She was waving her wand over Harry, and Dumbledore could see the redness in his face slowly disappearing. "Gloves" she demanded with her left hand, not stopping her casting with her right hand. With a few last waves, she pocketed her wand and put on the gloves, grabbing the bellows and wrapping Harry's hands around its handles. She then cast sticking charms on the handles, making sure Harry's hands didn't move.

Wrapping her own hand around Harry's, she aimed the bellows towards the fireplace and pumped. A massive stream fire came flying out of the nozzle and into the fireplace. She kept pumping, Harry's hands attached to the handles.

Activating the artificial mage sight on his glasses, Albus realized what she was doing. Since she couldn't make Harry use magic with his wand when he was unconscious, she was using the magical bellows to remove the excess magic from his system. And the dragonhide gloves were to make sure it pulled Harry's magic and not Perenelle's.

It was working. The green core was shrinking, slowly. Albus watched as it stopped straining against the red tendrils of the stone's magic and started growing smaller and smaller, until it settled at a constant stable sphere in the middle of Harry's chest.

"You did it Perenelle." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The hell I did," the woman said angrily. "If we don't get the stone's red magic strands to loosen up, his core will forever remain in his chest. Unmoving. He won't be able to use magic. He'll just become a squib that heals fast and occasionally shits out gold. I swear Albus, once we get him stable, you and I are going to have words."

Albus gulped.

"ROOM"S READY," came Nicholas's loud yell.

"Come on, let's get him to the bedroom."

They floated Harry to the room and set him down on the bed.

"We're going to get a lot of his blood out and then remove the minerals that could kill him," Perenelle said as she waved her wand and a lot of Harry's left arm lit up with a glowing yellow light.

"The minerals haven't made their way to the heart. We should be fine draining his arm and then feeding him a lot of blood replenishing potions. Albus, potions are in the cupboard. Nicholas, I'll be pulling the blood out so I need you to make a large cut in the wrist when I say and immediately heal it after I finish pulling out the blood."

"Got it." Nicholas said as Albus went over to the cupboard and pulled out a few vials of the blood replenishing potion and sat down on the bed near Harry's head, getting ready to feed him the potions.

Perenelle took a deep breath and closed a tourniquet around Harry's shoulder. "Nicholas, cut in three…two…one…now!"

Nicholas sent a Diffindo wandlessly and made a cut while Perenelle immediately started pulling the blood out from the wound into a beaker using waves of her wand.

After a few seconds, Perenelle snapped, "Nicholas, heal! Albus, potion!" Albus tipped two vials of blood replenishing potions down Harry's throat and Nicholas healed the cut.

Harry's heart rate normalized and his fever started going down. All that was left was the stone's magic that threatened to turn him into a squib.

"Nicholas, do we have any of those rubies left? Could you get one, please?"

Nicholas nodded and pulled out a ruby the size of Harry's fist from a nearby drawer. "You want me to help?"

Perenelle nodded. "I want you to siphon off the stone's magic. As much as you can. Just make sure his core isn't all bound up. Once you free his core enough, it'll assimilate the rest of the stone's magic."

Nicholas gave a sharp nod and placed a hand on Harry's chest, closing his eyes.

Albus's curiosity won him over and he walked over to Perenelle before asking in a whisper. "I must ask Perenelle. How can Nicholas manipulate the stone's magic and you can't."

"Nicholas made the stone Albus. The stone's magic is his magic. Of course he can control it. He's the only one who can control it." Perenelle replied tensely.

Nicholas's eyes opened, and he lifted his hand from Harry's chest, pulling out a glowing red ball of pure magic, before putting it into the ruby, which glowed for a second and changed from a dark burgundy to a lighter blood red color.

Albus strongly suspected that it had now become the new Philosopher's Stone.

Activating his glasses' mage sight, he looked at Harry's core, only to see it suck in the small remaining specks of the stone's magic; the ones that Nicholas hadn't been able to siphon out; into itself.

'His prospects of becoming a Healer just went up a thousandfold,' Albus mused to himself.

"There, I got most of it out," Nicholas said, dropping the new Stone into his pocket. "A couple of days with Poppy and he'll be fit as a fiddle"

With Harry safe and stable, Nicholas, Perenelle, and Albus conjured up some chairs and sat down to talk.

"Tell me everything. From the beginning." Nicholas ordered.

And Albus did, not hiding anything from his mentors.

He told them of how he'd seen Harry's shields and suspected him to be dark. Of how he set up this test that was tailored for Harry to beat. Of how he used the mirror to hide the stone.

And how he messed up with Quirrell.

Nicholas sighed, massaging his head. "I'm not going to lie Albus. You have made your fair share of egregious mistakes this year. "

Albus rushed to apologize. "Nicholas I assure you, you have my sincerest apologies about the stone . . ."

Nicholas fixed him with a steely glare. "If you think I'm angry about the stone and not because you put the life of an innocent eleven-year-old at risk, then perhaps we don't know each other as well as we thought we did."

Albus was shocked into silence.

Perenelle stepped in. "Regardless, if what you say is true and Voldemort did indeed come after the stone, it might be in all of our favor to announce to the world that the stone is being destroyed after this mess. To keep him from coming after it again."

Nicholas seemed to think about it. "Hmm…agreed. I think it's high time we got ourselves a new life, isn't it? We should move to the British Isles and become more…active members of the wizarding society."

"Yes!" Perenelle said quickly, in vocal agreement with the plan. "I'm getting rather fed up of this island."

Albus hesitantly spoke up as a plan formed in his head.

"In that case…I think I have something in mind."

Harry's eyes snapped open.

You have slept in you a hospital bed, HP and MP have been restored 90% each. All ailments and negative status effects have been cured.

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