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Dumbledore just scowled and refused to answer.

As Harry hopped off the stool and started to walk towards the Ravenclaw table he received a light smattering of applause from his new Housemates.

Cygnus walked over to where Daphne was sitting at the Slytherin table, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and whispered something into her ear. Whatever it was it made her grin from ear to ear and look across at Harry, who smirked back.

As Harry, was about to dig in to the food sitting before him, he watched as Cygnus walked out of the Hall giving Dumbledore a bit of a jaunty wave as he turned back down the centre aisle.

"So," said Harry to his year mates, as he was loading a plate. "What did I miss? And, can someone loan me a class schedule?"

"How about you tell us what the bloody hell happened on Sunday night, first?" asked one of the boys. "You scared the willies out of everyone; you know that?"

Thinking how to broach the subject for a few moments, Harry loaded his plate. "Remember how I used to have a scar right up here?" he asked, pointing to his forehead.

"One of the boys looking closely at his forehead said, "Yeah, it's gone now, though."

"Right," said Harry. "Well, apparently there was an itty bitty piece of Voldemort's soul lodged within it that was a holdover from when I supposedly blew him up.

"Secondly, I had a major burst of accidental magic that caused an infant binding on my magics to shatter. The shattering of that infant binding which should have been removed by Dumbledore when I was about seven, so it's not surprising it shattered when I walked into such a magically charged environment as the Great Hall - caused the tiny soul fragment to be forcibly ejected from behind my scar."

With a shrug, he said, "It was as simple as that."

"It was a lot more than that!" another said. "What was all that about when you screamed at the Headmaster and McGonagall?"

"That was the matter that caused me to get angry in the first place," said Harry. "You can read all about that, hopefully, in tomorrow's Daily Prophet."

"Just give us the highlights," one of them said. "After all, we have to share a dorm room with you. I don't want to discover you trying to kill me in my sleep." Harry sighed and said, "My anger is solely directed towards Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Hagrid. And it has to do with how I was raised. You lot have nothing to fear from me."

"Unless you get angry with one of us!"

"That won't happen," said Harry quite calmly. "My anger was exacerbated by the soul fragment giving me a blinding headache. Now that it's gone, so have my headaches. Now, can I please eat? You can ask me questions when I'm done."

Before another question could be asked, Harry shovelled a forkful of roast lamb covered in mint gravy into his mouth.

That didn't stop one of the girls from asking him a question. Instead of answering, Harry just pointed to his chewing mouth and cocked an eyebrow at them, before turning back to his meal. "Oh, leave him alone," said a voice Harry recognised. "Let the poor boy eat. He's right, you know. You can ask him questions back in your common room after the meal."

Sitting behind him at the Gryffindor table he spied Hermione. He gave her a little wave before returning to his plate. There were no more questions.

When he was done, and had stuffed the last piece of treacle pie into his gob that he could, the dishes, plates and cutlery were all whisked away.

"Alright," said the girl who had asked the previous question. "How about you answer my question now?"

"How about we wait until we get back to the common room as Hermione suggested?" Harry retorted. "Dumbledore's about to speak." Dumbledore had stood and walked around the Head Table as Harry was being pestered for the second time. Then he stepped up to a podium and said, "Now that our bellies are full I have only a single announcement before I send you all off to bed. Last Sunday night, one of our own, Harry Potter, took a nasty turn and had to be rushed off to hospital under Madam Pomfrey's expert direction.

"I hope that you have by now forgiven him of his actions and can welcome..."

Harry had stood when he heard the word 'forgive'. "Excuse me?" he called back. "Forgive for what? You make it sound like it was my fault; when, I assure you, it most certainly was not!"

"Errr - Harry?" stuttered Dumbledore. "Perhaps, I made a poor choice of words there. Please, take a seat and I..." "There you go again," said Harry. "'Perhaps' you made a poor choice of words? There was no 'Perhaps' about it. Try again, please, Headmaster."

"Errr - yes," said Dumbledore with a frown. "Please take a seat so I can finish my announcements and you can all go to bed."

Harry sat back down and frowned back at the Headmaster.

"Anyways," said Dumbledore. "Now that Mister Potter has recovered from his ordeal, I hope you can all welcome him back amongst you. Thank you.

"Now, off you trot; toodley pop!"

Harry brushed the few flecks of food off his robes, he'd managed to cause land on himself while eating, and followed the rest of the Ravenclaws out of the Great Hall. He needed to find the Ravenclaw tower by being led there first. Once he knew where it was he'd be able to find it on his own in future.

Harry had just been shown which bed was his, had removed his shrunken trunk from a robe pocket, placed the trunk in the middle of the floor and unshrunk it before levitating it and moving it to the foot of his new bed, when one of the older Ravenclaw boys walked in with a note. He thought the boy's name was Carmichael.

Opening the note he saw it was written in Daphne's hand.

H Meet me in the Entrance Hall. Now.

D Harry stuffed the note into his pocket and said to the other boys in the room all waiting on him, "Sorry guys, it appears I've just been summoned. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He rapidly left the dorm and made his way back to the common room where a whole bunch of Ravenclaw students were waiting for him.

"Sorry guys, I've just been summoned by someone. I'll be back as soon as I can. I shan't be long," he apologised before ducking out the common room door and dashing down the stairs.

A few minutes later, after a quick dash through the corridors and down stairs, retracing the way he had climbed up to the tower, he was in the Entrance Hall. Daphne was waiting for him.

She softly said, "Follow me" before walking off. She walked through a door that was on the same wall as the antechamber he'd waited in before the sorting. Closing the door behind them, Harry found a short corridor lined with doors.

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