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It was getting on toward three in the afternoon when a strange procession walked into the clinic. On
one side was a tall and burly cleric. On the other was a tall and burly man in a black suit and
sunglasses. And in the middle was an elderly man with long white hair and a long white beard,
wearing a green checkered three-piece suit, a floral ascot and work boots.
The man in the dark sunglasses showed his identity card to the receptionist. "Harry Potter," he said
in a flat voice. The receptionist waved them back to one of the doors to the emergency units.
Harry was sitting up now, looking more alive. His throat was still sore, but his head had stopped
throbbing and he was no longer nauseous or dizzy. He was chatting with Strowbridge and
disappointed that he wouldn't he able to attend the parish youth dance when the three mysterious
figures entered.
Strowbridge blinked. "Seth?"
The cleric nodded. "How are you doing, Tony?" he asked with a sad smile.
Harry's eyes were wide. "Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore gave Harry a sad smile. "Harry. I'm so sorry. I never knew things were so bad or I
would never have sent you back here."
Harry nodded, his eyes filling. "Oh...professor...just when I was beginning to enjoy the mug...the
neighborhood, they did this to me," he said, tears running down his face.
Strowbridge looked up sharply at Dumbledore. "You sent him back to those people?" he said in an
angry voice.
For the first time, Harry saw Dumbledore looked shamed. "I never knew it was this bad. They were
his only relatives and I thought it was the only place he would be safe."
Strowbridge was now angry. "Instead, they almost killed him," he said contemptuously.
Suddenly, Seth grabbed Strowbridge's arm and pulled him away. "Tony, we've got to talk."
Strowbridge gave Dumbledore one last angry look and turned to follow Rev. Seth Plessy, the
Archbishop's representative on magical affairs.
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When they were alone, Seth sat Strowbridge down. "Tony, what do you know about this
boy...Harry?"
Tony was still angry. "I know that he's one of the nicest teenagers I've ever met, but those who do
know him well didn't bother to check to see if he was well cared for, or if he lived or died."
Seth gave Tony a placating look. "Believe me, there's an awful lot of people who care about Harry.
Including the old man out there. They just didn't expect this."
Strowbridge rubbed his hand across his face, trying to calm himself and relieve some of the tension
he was feeling. "I wish I know what in heaven's name was going on. You say people care about
him, but all I see is an abused and battered boy who's done nothing but work hard and be pleasant to
everyone who's come in contact with him. A couple of my people told me they were worried about
him. So I set up a warning signal to watch out for him. Sixteen people in the neighborhood
volunteered to try to keep track of him. Sixteen! And when he started to fail to show up for little
jobs he'd promised to do for them, I started getting calls left and right from people, not to complain
about him, but because they were out of their minds with worry for him. Who is this boy, anyway?"
Seth looked at Tony intently. "Tony. What do you know about Harry? About his abilities? About
Hogwarts?"
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