"Yes, Dumbledore already checked" Harry confirmed growing a little nervous.
"I see" Sandy mused.
As quick as a flash she drew her wand and bound Harry to the chair so that he couldn't move. "I'm sorry Mr. Potter but if it is what I think then you could be very dangerous to us" she explained urgently.
"What is it?" Croaker asked worriedly.
Sandy sighed before answering.
"There are only two things that I know of that can explain what you have said, and possession is one of them" she began darkly. "It can't be that because you said yourself that the man possessed him and he fought him off, that leaves only one thing" she finished with a shake of her head.
"What?" Croaker demanded impatiently.
"Well the fact that occlumency didn't stop any of the problems and his wand has just suddenly stopped working, I believe that we are dealing with a Horcrux" she said ruefully.
The three men in the room noticeably paled and looked at Harry warily. "Are you sure?" Croaker choked in disbelief. "Almost certain, but it is easy to find out" She explained confidently. "Mr. Potter I need you to hold still and be as calm as possible" she requested softly.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, clearly fearful.
"I will explain in a moment" Sandy promised. "I just need you to trust me" she implored. Harry swallowed deeply and nodded.
Sandy began casting several spells on him and finished with the one that Dumbledore himself had used on Harry in which his head felt as though it was swelling from within. "Unbelievable" she whispered in awe when she was finished.
"What is it?" Croaker demanded.
"Hold on a moment Clarence" Sandy retorted. She then moved Harry's fringe aside and glanced at what remained of his scar.
"Has it always been this faded?" she asked seriously.
Harry shook his head.
"It used to be a lot darker and would give me constant headaches" he explained as calmly as possible. "It even used to bleed sometimes" he added.
"I think we can certainly expect great things from you" she whispered and gave him a smile.
"Will you bloody well explain now?" Filmore cut in heatedly.
Sandy just raised her eyebrow at him before she spoke.
"It's gone" She confirmed simply. "Merlin knows how but it's gone and Mr. Potter is very much completely in tact which is a damned miracle" She finished seriously. "What do you mean?" Croaker asked.
"The boy had 50% of Voldemort's soul trapped within him, it's unfathomable to even think that he could fight off that man for over 15 years subconsciously" She explained.
"How the hell is that even possible?" Filmore asked. "It should have completely taken over him" he added knowingly.
"Mr. Potter must be a very exceptional wizard, most people are not even as half as powerful as the man yet he fought him off, I assume that when he possessed the boy the soul fragment simply left with him, even though I'm sure he created it completely by accident" she explained. "No wizard in their right mind would create one like that on purpose" she spoke assuredly.
"So it is gone?" Croaker asked. "Yes" Sandy reiterated. "And unless he has created more since his return then there are no more" she elaborated with certainty.
The three men all sighed in relief.
"Will someone please explain what just happened?" Harry demanded irritably.
"It is not at all important Mr. Potter" Croaker assured him. "We just had to be safe, but we do know why your wand won't work for you, it should never have been yours in the first place" he stated, getting a nod of agreement from Tobin.
"You should consider yourself very lucky Mr. Potter" Sandy cut in. "There are very few that could survive what you have" she explained darkly.
"Are you saying that I had half of Voldemort's soul inside me?" he asked the woman worriedly. "You did, but it is certainly not there anymore" she answered. "I look forward to seeing what you are capable of" she added before bidding her colleague's farewell and leaving.
"Shall we get on?" Tobin asked after a moment.
"Indeed" Croaker responded, unbinding Harry from his chair.
Harry was confused about everything that had happened and put it to the back of his mind to think on later. He had understood the basic principle of what had been said, he just did not understand how it had happened, and knew he never probably would.
"Pass me your wand arm" Tobin requested, cutting in to his thoughts.
Harry snapped out of his reverie and complied. He watched while the man measured his arm and began jotting down notes. He then pulled out several shrunken trunks from his pocket and began restoring them to their original size before popping each on open with a flick of his wand.
"Firstly, we will ascertain what core suits you" he explained. "Just place your hand in the trunk and feel for the one that is right, your magic will tell you" he elaborated.
Harry just nodded and stuck his hand in the trunk feeling several phials within it.
He frowned when he felt nothing and shook his head at the man.
"Interesting" Tobin mused. "Try the next one" he instructed pointing to another trunk.
When Harry got the same results the man frowned.
"You are a challenge Mr. Potter, but there is another way" he explained. "I need a small vial of your blood, if you will" he requested, gesturing for Harry to pass him his hand.
Harry sighed but offered the man his hand nonetheless. Ever since the night in the graveyard with Tom he had been protective of his own blood and was not entirely happy to give it up.