Petunia tried to secretly straighten her clothing as she opened the door. "Of course professor, we... um. Sorry about the mess, we didn't expect a response so soon." She smiled slightly. "You may call me Minerva, as it is thankfully still summer. Still, your letter convinced me that neither of you received the proper documentation after his first accidental magic use."
Petunia led Minerva into the living room. "No, Harry never gets mail. And please, call me Petunia." She left the Professor and knocked on the door into the grass room under the stairs. "Harry, we have a guest. Mrs. McGonagall has arrived to help answer our questions."
Minerva heard a young but firm voice from the hall. "Really? That was quite fast. I will be there in a minute Auntie, I need to finish binding my threads first."
"Well, don't take long, I want you with me so I don't forget to ask anything." Aunt Petunia moved and sat across from the professor. "Would you like some tea or other refreshments?" She shook her head. "Thank you but no, Petunia. I had a few cups of tea earlier today, but I appreciate the offer."
Petunia glanced at the hall, before looking sharply at the woman. "Before he gets here, I need to know. Did either you or Mr. Dumbledore know about the thing inside of Harry when you two dropped him on our doorstep?"
Minerva jerked slightly. "THING!?" She tried to control her anger. "I will have you know madam, that Harry James Potter is not a... The very thought! He was a babe!"
Petunia shook her head. "Not the child, the thing inside of him. The darkness, the evil."
Minerva felt such emotions she could not decide whether to attack this woman for insulting her worlds savior or just kidnap him away from such a person. Before she could say anything, a young boy walked into the room. She lost track of everything. "J.. James?"
Harry had felt the emotions in this room escalating but was blindsided by the comment. "No, his son. I thank you for the compliment though, I am proud that I look like him." He held a hand on Petunia's shoulder. "I feel I should clarify Auntie's statement though, the one about my evil."
Her eyes bore into him with surprising intensity. "You are not evil, not by far."
He grinned. "Not after I took care of the thing left inside me, I am not."
Professor McGonagall tried to say something, then just leaned back and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Potter, I am very lost now. How about we exchange stories? Your letters showed a significant lack of information, and our world had no clue where you went after the tragic events of that Halloween." Harry nodded. If this woman was to be of assistance, information exchange was obvious. "My story comes in two parts, and is fairly personal. The summary though is this: On the night of my parents murder, Voldemort left some part of himself inside of me. My scar never healed, and it began corrupting my family, taking them over, causing them to harm me. After a fairly vicious attack, it accidentally went too far."
He tapped his scar. "It used so much power that it almost went unconscious. Without it distracting me, I stumbled on some of my power. Healing myself showed me the foul creature, and the rage and evil it leaked pushed me into such a rage that I killed it."
Minerva was only aware her mouth was open when she saw Harry's grin, and tried to straighten her thoughts. "You mean to tell me that you fought You-Know-Who as a child using only accidental magic? How old were you?"
Harry frowned slightly at her avoidance of the name. He had noticed her flinch earlier, but tried to stay focused. "At the time I didn't know, but I turned out to be eight. And the whole process was fairly easy... it just had some rough consequences."
She narrowed her eyes and pulled out her wand. "Mr. Potter, may I quickly scan you for possession, curses, and so forth? Underestimating that thing is dangerous."
Harry nodded, watching her closely. Wand magic was fascinating! When she picked it up he could see light blue threads from the wand reach into her core and flare with power. Each movement of the wand did strange things to the rope inside, creating waves, ripples, and points in the air. Each word slightly modified the color of the thread, and the final motion tied the pieces together and pushed it into him. He mentally told Jim to not resist any actions of the strange threads, but to keep a close watch.
Minerva almost made a mistake as she saw Harry's eyes glow green. She tried to keep her heart calm and her hand steady as she ran diagnostic charms and detection spells. There were no traces of evil, no signs of darkness... no illusion, no imperious (No symptoms for that either, but better safe than sorry). She was a bit concerned that he was so short, healthy as he appeared.
Petunia was tense at first when the wand appeared, but Harry seemed fine with it. It was sort of pretty watching each color move and zing around. She and Harry had never been able to help her see the threads like he could, but she could see general colors now, and Minerva's purple was amazing to watch flow through the air, strange sparks and colors appearing in the beam. Finally the professor stopped. "Well, whatever you did left no trace I can detect." She sat back slightly winded in her chair. Some of those charms were fairly advanced even for her, but no one could risk the Dark bastard taking over the-boy-who-lived.
After a pause, she sat straight again and tried to find her calm. "I believe it is more than clear that you two know of Vol... Voldemort. Are you aware of the things he did in the past?"
Petunia shook her head no, but Harry was quiet. "When I killed the daemon baby thing he left in my head, I got access to a large amount of his memories, if not all up to the point of insertion." He pointed to his forehead. "I entered my mind scape and captured most of them, cleaning out the emotions and binding them in a secret location. I didn't review many, the things he did were... very dark." He tried to ignore the horrified look of his audience. Petunia hugged him tightly as he continued. "Part of the healing process involved me organizing my mind. It is how I discovered and destroyed his creation, and after the thing heavily damaged part of my mind it took me a while to fix everything."
His aunt had her face buried into his hair, but he still heard her. "Damage?"
Harry shrugged. "When I killed the thing, it exploded. I repaired what I could, and filled the rest of the hole with good emotions. Those have been healing the damage for the last couple of years."
Minerva felt out of her depth, but felt like she had to do something. "Harry, how well do you know so many things from our world if you never received our introductory information?"
He pointed at his head again, his other arm hugging his Aunt, trying to calm her. "I managed to salvage some of the raw world data, the stuff that was not important enough to be a memory. Terminology, some vocabulary, apparently a language or two that the dark bastard knew. I think I absorbed it during the accidental healing when I was young, before I learned how to heal myself."
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