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There was absolute silence in the Ministry. Dumbledore stood to the side, his often twinkling blue eyes were open wide with shock, his mouth was even hung open slightly as he watched the dust settle. Voldemort was defeated.

Harry lay limply on the cold stone floor, his glasses were beside him, crushed, and his bright green eyes looked dully up at the ceiling. Memories flowed like water over his mind before they slipped out of his grasp. Perhaps forever.

He remembered Sirius, his voice its usual charming bark as he said "Nice one James!" The voice echoed in his mind after the words had faded. Then like flashes of a camera, Harry saw the moment when Sirius fell through the veil. Then there feeling of Remus's arms around him, holding him back from going after Sirius. Then there were more images Bellatrix laughing, Voldemort's smile. Then burning pain in his forehead as Voldemort tried to take control. Then burning, burning all over him as he tried to fight off the pain. Then numbness, now there was nothing. There was nothing because Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort, and he remembered nothing.

Dumbledore sat at his desk, his clear blue eyes grave as he regarded the young man sitting silently before him. "Harry…" He began before he realized there was nothing to say, nothing he could say to the young man who had saved them all and lost what little he had, his memories. Harry didn't remember his childhood, his years at Hogwarts, his professors, his friends, Voldemort, Sirius or even his owl. He couldn't even remember his name. Dumbledore knew there were still the Horcrux to deal with in order to make sure that the evil of Voldemort never returned. But to force Harry's involvement more would be more then cruel.

Dumbledore folded his hands and looked up at Harry over his half moon spectacles. "Harry my boy…I think it would be for your best interest for you to transfer schools, it's very dangerous for you to remain in the Wizarding World. We don't know what course of action the remaining Death Eaters will take...So, I think it would be best for you to attend school at Redfountain in the Realm of Magix. They will train you in ways you couldn't here at Hogwarts, and in the Realm of Magix you will be far safer than you could ever be here. Once you start to regain your memories you will still have to stay at Redfountain until it is safe, however it would be possible for your friends to visit you then."

As Dumbledore expected Harry said nothing, he was looking past Dumbledore and out the window behind him. The expression on his face was bland, but the look in his eyes was that of a bird held in a cage put by an open window. Dumbledore could understand, how could he expect a young man to care about a life that he couldn't remember?

Harry realized that the man sitting in front of him, Dumbledore he said his name was had finished speaking. It didn't take Harry long to realize that even though Dumbledore liked to make it sound like he had a choice, Harry was fully aware that he had none. Harry had no choice but to do what he said, he knew no one and with his blank memory he had no defenses. His green eyes were watchful as he looked up at Dumbledore and said "Alright."

Saladin, the Headmaster of Redfountain looked over the papers that were laid out before him. His eyes traveled up to the other Headmaster who stood before him, his hands folded together in contemplation as he said "Redfountain will take him." No magical creatures were supposed to live on Earth that was information that very few possessed. They would have to create a back story for this young man; details however could be sorted out later.

His eyes turned from the Headmaster to the young man by his side. His figure and face were shadowed by the cloak he had worn here to avoid detection, but judging from his outline he didn't appear fit enough to be even a Freshman at Redfountain, but he would be entering the Sophomore class. Saladin looked back down at the papers before him and frowned, even though the boy's figure was not impressive if what these papers said was true then he was well past the level of a senior and perhaps even some of the Professors as well. Saladin was realizing that Harry Potter was not a simple person.

Saladin looked back to Dumbledore; there was one thing he wanted to settle before officially accepting Harry. "About his Magic…" Dumbledore nodded his head in understanding. "There is no real way to contain his magic without harming him. Accidental magic is beyond control. However I believe that as he regains his memory he will also regain the knowledge and control of his magic and be able to maintain his cover."

The Headmaster of Redfountain nodded and then turning to Harry he said "Very well, welcome to Redfountain Harry Potter."

Hope you all enjoyed this, the first chapter will be up soon!