Shocked, Remus carried the boy to the Hospital wing and told Poppy what had happened. “Go to my office and call Severus over. Tell him to cancel his classes for the rest of the afternoon and come here immediately. Afterwards return to your office and collect the remaining juice you gave Harry,” she ordered her colleague before she proceeded to wave her wand over the unconscious child, who still held the baby phoenix firmly in his hand. Finally, she took Baby Fawkes from Harry and placed him on the next bed where she fixed a small nest for him.

It only took Severus two hours to assess the contents of the pumpkin juice. Completely enraged, he came back into the Hospital wing where Remus, who had also cancelled all afternoon classes, and Poppy were sitting next to Harry’s bed. Both of them jumped when the doors of the Hospital wing flew open with a bang. “Do you know what the fool gave Harry?” Severus shouted. “It was the memory restoring potion that gives Harry all his memories back that he had when he was older! So far, he didn’t remember anything, but now, he’ll not only have his magic but also all his memories of being older. I will get Albus for this. Remus, did the old coot put you under Imperius?”

“I’m sorry, Severus, but I don’t have a clue. Maybe he put a Memory Charm on me?”

“Would you mind me doing Legilimency on you?”

“Of course not, Severus. Do whatever you need to do,” Remus replied immediately.

Severus pulled over a chair and threw the Legilimency spell at his colleague. A few minutes later, Severus found the hidden memory of Albus putting the Imperius charm on Remus and later, a Memory Charm. He quickly restored Remus’ memory before he ended the Legilimency spell.

“Oh, Severus, Harry, I’m so sorry,” Remus groaned.

“It’s not your fault,” Severus replied as calmly as possible. He went to the fireplace and called Minerva over, who after hearing the whole story Floo-ed over to the Ministry immediately.

Half an hour later, Minerva returned with the Minister and two Aurors in tow. In the meantime, Severus had ordered Dobby to bring him the Pensieve, which the older Harry had once received from Dumbledore, and had put the specific memory as well as the memories of the previous attacks into the Pensieve, so that he could share it with the guests from the Ministry.

“All right,” the Minister finally said. I will see that Dumbledore gets a trial as soon as possible; however, this will probably take a few weeks. As he is the Headmaster here, I would prefer letting him stay here under the care of a few Aurors. On the other hand, as this seems to be the fourth attack on the boy we shall question him under Veritaserum and probably take him away to the Ministry. Now, I would like to ask Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin, and Professor Snape to accompany me to the Headmaster’s office.”

Noticing that Severus threw an anxious glance at his son Poppy said calmingly, “It’s all right, Severus. I’m going to Floo-call Tom and ask him to join me immediately. Together we’ll see to Harry’s safety until you return.”

“Thanks, Poppy,” Severus replied, relieved, and followed the others out of the Hospital wing while Poppy rushed over to the fireplace.

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An hour later, Harry suddenly started to whimper. It continued for about ten minutes before he calmed down again. Poppy and Tom watched their godson worriedly.

“Poppy, would it be possible to wake Harry up and to try Legilimency on him? I believe it would be better if someone was with him, especially during the memories of when he starts Hogwarts, after all that I heard how Severus behaved towards Harry.”

“Yes, Tom, we should try to do that. You’re as good in Legilimency as Severus. Of course, it should be Severus to do this but he isn’t here,” Poppy replied pensively.

“As soon as he comes he will join us, I’m sure,” Tom stated, and waited for Poppy to wake Harry up.

As soon as Harry’s eyes started to open, Tom managed to get into his godson’s mind. He saw memories of Harry’s stay at the Dursleys, realizing that the boy’s childhood had even been worse than he had imagined. He stood behind little Harry, who was watching the memories, and started to talk to him. “Harry, Daddy has told you that you grew up once already, hasn’t he?”

“Yes,” Harry confirmed.

“Then you already know that you don’t have to return to these horrible relatives again. The Headmaster has given you a potion, so that you are getting all your memories from your previous childhood back, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything. Do you understand me?” Tom asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied.

“If you have any questions, you can ask me, right? I’ll be right here with you.”

“Okay, thank you, Uncle Tom,” Harry said.

On the day Hagrid arrived to pick Harry up and told him about Hogwarts, Severus joined them. Just before the first potions lesson, Severus told Harry how he had hated him because he thought Harry was James’ son and that he, Severus had behaved really badly. Severus apologized to his son and told him that he loved him very much and promised that everything would be much better this time around.

Fortunately, during the past years, Severus had been suspicious enough of Albus to tell Harry several things ‘just in case’. Therefore, in fact, he had already spoken to Harry about what the Headmaster had done to Harry in the name of Voldemort, and Severus had also told him about his own behaviour towards the boy and the reasons for it. Therefore, Harry was not as shaken as he would have been, if he had been thrown into this situation completely unprepared.

The memories lasted until late in the evening and ended with the scene, in which Neville’s potion turned Harry into a baby. Severus and Tom retreated from Harry’s mind immediately, and Harry woke up. Too wrapped up in his thoughts, Harry didn’t notice that not only his father and godfather but also Poppy, Minerva, Hermione, and Remus were sitting at his bedside.

“Who was it then fighting against me? Is it your wand, Uncle Tom, which is the equivalent to mine?” Harry asked, a hint of accusation lying in his voice.

“Yes, Harry. It was my wand. However, when I was hurt trying to save you when Dumbledore went after your Mummy, Dumbledore took my wand off me, and I’ve never received it back. I’ve been in the Hospital for so long that I didn’t need a wand anyway, and now I have a new wand but,” he sighed. “My old one was definitely better. One of Dumbledore’s men was attacking you in the Ministry and in the cemetery, and all the people whom you knew that Dumbledore and his crowd had killed came to speak to you when the wands connected.”

“But Mr. what-was-he-called Oleander or so… He could make you the exact equivalent of what you had before, couldn’t he?”

“Mr. Ollivander could certainly make a new wand for Uncle Tom but he needs a feather from Fawkes, which is freely given. Maybe you could ask your familiar when he’s be back to normal in a few weeks, if he is willing to give a feather for your godfather’s wand,” Severus answered.

“Oh, all right, I will do that,” Harry replied and turned to Poppy. “My head hurts.”

“Oh, my poor sweetie,” Poppy said, shaking her head. Had she really been so engrossed in the conversation that she forgot to check on her patient? She waved her wand over Harry before she retrieved a Headache Potion and fed it to the child, who visibly relaxed and proceeded to ask further questions.

“And how did Dumbledore do the thing with the diary?” Harry asked unbelievingly.

Severus sighed. “He obviously used dark magic on the diary, which of course didn’t have to do anything with Tom. I’m not sure how he did this, and I have thought for quite a while about it, trying to figure out if he somehow managed to make a copy of Tom, which he fully controlled. Maybe he could manage such a feat because he had Tom’s wand. He could also have used a real person. However, this person had to be a Metamorphmagus and a Parselmouth at the same time, and I don’t know such a person. Therefore, I tend to believe that my first assumption is correct, but I’m not sure.”

The others looked at Severus thoughtfully, until Minerva raised her voice. “Yes, Severus, as far as I know you are correct. Albus somehow created something like a copy of Tom that was destroyed when Harry managed to kill the dark magic he had put into the diary.”

“What happened to Albus?” Tom asked eagerly. “Has he been taken away?”

“Yes,” Severus replied. “He confessed everything under Veritaserum, and they took him to a Ministry cell. Fortunately, Minerva was alert enough to inform them that Albus is a phoenix Animagus, so that they put an Anti Animagus Charm on the cell and its surroundings.”

“So, Harry, how do you feel?” Hermione asked carefully.

“All right,” Harry replied, throwing an amazed glance at the young lady he had seen so many memories about. “I mean, some of the memories really were kind of a shock, but Daddy already told me before how badly he had behaved towards me, and that Dumby made it like if Uncle Tom had done bad things to me. And I already knew that the Dursleys were bad. So, I’m fine. And everything that happened was in the past. It won’t happen again, right?”

“Yes, Harry, that’s true,” Hermione replied, throwing the child an amazed smile, impressed by his reasonability.

“Very good,” Severus said sternly. “If you are not all right with anything, you can talk to any of us here. Each of us will be able and willing to help you. And in case you have a nightmare about anything, you will come and wake me up immediately. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Harry replied, smiling.

“For tonight, however, I will give you a Dreamless Sleep Potion,” Poppy said sternly and held out a phial.

Harry gave his godmother a grateful smile and gulped down the potion. The adults still talked for a while before they went to bed, too. With a flick of his wand, Severus enlarged Harry’s bed and made himself comfortable next to his son, who immediately curled up close to his father.

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While Dumbledore was still officially the Headmaster in spite of his absence, Minerva had to act as Headmistress and became very busy. She had offered the post as Head of Gryffindor to Hermione, but the woman had declined, saying that she still would like to use her free time to do research about various topics. Hermione also pointed out that there was a slight possibility of Albus’ coming back so that Minerva had better stay Head of House. However, as busy as she was, Minerva still found time to teach Harry how to become an Animagus.

In their first lesson, Minerva told Harry strictly that he was only allowed to practise in her presence, and Harry nodded his agreement, listening interestingly how he had to imagine his hands into parts of the animal he wanted to become. Minerva was very protective of Harry, and she knew that even if he had the Magic and the memories of a sixteen year old he was still a boy of six years old. Therefore, she only let him practise about half the time she would allow another student. Even with the time restriction, after only two months, Harry managed to transform his left hand.

“Granny?” Harry asked hesitantly, after Minerva had congratulated him and had hugged him happily. “Sorry, I mean… may I still call you Granny?”

“Why not?” Minerva asked confused. “What happened that you possibly couldn’t call me that anymore?”

Harry blushed deeply, and Minerva suddenly understood. “You mean, because in your memories we just had a normal student – teacher relationship?”

Harry gave her an anxious nod, playing with a small car that he was carrying with him in his robe pocket.

“At that time, you came here as a normal student, so I had to treat you as such. The situation was completely different. Please believe me, I have always loved you as if you were my grandson, but I couldn’t show it in front of others. Now, everything is different. You will always be my grandson.”

“Thank you, Granny. Um… what I wanted to ask… Are you all right? You look very tired today.”

Minerva laughed a bit, amazed by the child’s thoughtfulness. “Yes, Harry, I’m tired and have a headache. But I didn’t have time to ask Poppy or your father for a potion yet, and I didn’t get much sleep. But I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm. All right, I will go to Aunt Poppy and get the potion for you. And… I’ve thought about something. As you know, I have all my memories from when I was a student, and I had already taken my OWLs. So, perhaps I could help you grading homework? Maybe just the first years’ work?”

This question took Minerva by surprise. Her six-year-old grandson wanted to help her grading essays? On the other hand – why not? They had to find something to occupy Harry anyway as it must have been boring attending the same classes again and again. He would have to go to classes when he turned eleven anyway in spite of the fact that he already knew everything.

“Harry, thank you very much for offering. This is a very kind offer, and I appreciate it very much. However, the students don’t write very neatly, and we have to see if you can read it at all. And we must be sure that you can write well enough so that the students don’t notice who corrected their essays.”

She hesitated for a moment before she asked, “Harry, would you prefer to be aged up to sixteen again instead of growing up a second time?”

Harry threw her a shocked glance and said firmly, “No! I don’t want that!”

Minerva soon found out that none of her reservations were going to be a problem, and after a few weeks of grading first years’ homework, Harry was allowed to do all the grading up to third years’ essays for Minerva. From time to time, he even helped the other teachers, when they were sick or too busy with something else. Whenever someone asked for his help, he always agreed happily as he loved grading very much. He still attended lessons whenever he wanted, and the teachers also took turns teaching him several things during their free periods. When Harry reached his seventh birthday, even his deficit in speaking had diminished, and he was able to talk as well as his friends, whom he was meeting at least once a month.

Harry sometimes had nightmares but growing up with so many people loving him nearby it didn’t affect him as it had been affecting older Harry. Little Harry knew that it only was a bad dream of something that had happened in the past and wouldn’t happen again. He either cast a Lumos Charm and proceeded to read for a while until he forgot about the dream or he went over to his father’s room, climbing onto the bed and curling up next to his Daddy.

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The months passed, and when the New Year began, Harry and the teachers in Hogwarts were still waiting for Albus’ trial. Finally, the trial was fixed for August 15th, which was still a few months away.

“Daddy,” Harry spoke up eagerly the instant his father left his room in the morning after the students had returned home over the summer.

“Harry!” Severus exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing up? It’s only five o’clock in the morning!”

“Yes, Daddy, but it’s summer holidays and I couldn’t sleep any more. And, do you know what? I want to go flying. Getting my memories last year, I knew for the first time how much fun flying was, and now I want to try it out. Do you have my broom here?”

“Yes, but you’re too small for such a big broom. I shall take you to Diagon Alley, and we will buy a children’s broom for you, all right?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Harry replied happily.

Severus kept his promise, and a few hours later, father and son headed to Diagon Alley and bought a smaller broom for Harry. “I’m sorry, Harry, but I’m not the right person to teach you flying as I can hardly fly myself.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Daddy, I can ask Uncle Remus or… no! I’m going to ask Aunt Rolanda. May I go now, please, Daddy, please?”

“Yes, you may go,” Severus said, feeling assured by Fawkes’ presence and by Harry’s promise to never fly on his own.

Harry excitedly left their quarters in search of Aunt Rolanda, whom he finally found together with his Uncle Tom in his office.

“Hi, little one,” Uncle Tom greeted him, pulling him up onto his lap.

“Wow, you’ve got a broom, haven’t you?” Rolanda cheered at the energized boy. “Do you want to go flying?”

“Um, yes,” Harry replied hesitantly. “But Daddy said I cannot go flying alone. Can you teach me flying, Aunt Rolanda?”

“Of course, Harry. Let’s go and see what we can do,” Rolanda told the child and rose. “Are you coming with us, Tom?” she asked before holding her hand out to Harry.

“No, I’m going to use my ‘free time’ to do some preparations for the next school year,” Tom declined, let Harry down to the floor and gave his godson a kiss. “Please be careful, Harry, and do exactly what Aunt Rolanda tells you.”

“Of course,” Harry returned, smiling, and eagerly followed Rolanda out of the castle.

When Severus went looking for his son thirty minutes later, Rolanda and Harry were flying around the Quidditch pitch, feverishly searching for the Snitch, which Rolanda had released after she noticed that little Harry flew as well as his older self had flown before. Severus came just in time to see his son going into a huge dive. He stood there stunned, a Cushioning Charm on his lips, when Harry finally pulled up and caught the Snitch in the next instant.

When Severus angrily called his son down, Harry came immediately, pride shining on his face. “Look, Daddy, I catched the Snitch!” he shouted excitedly, and Severus found it difficult to be upset with the cute child anymore.

Nevertheless, he felt inclined to warn him. “Harry, you did very well. However, what you did was very dangerous. Please don’t do such a stunt again, or you won’t be allowed to play Quidditch anymore.”

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During the night, Severus was woken up by a hand on his forearm and a whispered “Daddy.” He lazily reached out for his son who held both arms up and Severus pulled him onto the bed, where the child curled up next to him. “Daddy, I don’t feel well,” Harry then whispered, and Severus could feel the heat he was radiating.

“Oh, Harry, are you ill?” he asked worriedly and proceeded to get up. “Don’t wake Aunt Poppy, it’s not so bad,” Harry croaked, and Severus fetched a Fever Reducer and fed it to Harry, who fell asleep immediately.

In the morning, Harry’s condition was even worse, and Severus didn’t waste time to call Poppy. She checked on her godson and with a confused expression told Severus, “Harry is very ill. He has got pneumonia, but please don’t ask me how he could get that here. I have no idea.”

“The Dursleys,” Harry croaked. “I got it at the Dursleys. I had a cold, and they didn’t do anything about it, and then it became bad.”

Poppy and Severus exchanged an annoyed glance.

Harry had to stay in bed for a week but he didn’t mind because he really felt awful and all his favourite teachers, aunts, and uncles spent a lot of time with him. They took turns even during the night, so that Harry never was alone.

One day, Severus and Tom were sitting at Harry’s bedside during the night while Harry seemed to be fast asleep. “Severus,” Tom said hesitantly, and Severus noticed that his uncle’s expression had become very stern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Harry will be able to revive his mother,” Tom cautiously told Severus.