[Harry wakes up in the hospital wing, puts on his glasses, and smiled to see his presents on the table]
Dumbledore:
Good afternoon, Harry. [sees candies and cards on table] Ah, tokens from your admirers.
Harry:
Admirers?
Dumbledore:
What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.
Harry:
Ron was here? Is he alright? What about Hermione?
Dumbledore:
Fine. They're both just fine.
Harry:
But what happened to the Stone?
Dumbledore:
Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it was best, all around.
Harry:
But, then Flamel... he'll die, won't he?
Dumbledore:
He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.
Harry:
How is it I got the Stone, Sir? One minute I was standing in the Mirror, and the next...
Dumbledore:
Ah, you see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.
Harry:
Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?
Dumbledore:
Ah, I'm afraid... there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? [Harry shakes his head] It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark. [Harry reaches up to touch his scar] No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry:
What is it?
Dumbledore:
[smiling] Love, Harry. Love. [walks back to the table] Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. [picks it up] I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee. [eats one bean] Mm, alas. Earwax.
[Harry smiles]
