Ginny was in the hospital wing with him, currently sleeping in a far corner of the room, under several potions and spells. Apparently being possessed for the majority of the year was a bad experience, who could've guessed?
"Ow!" Harry hissed when he felt something hot near his hand, he quickly pulled his hand back and saw that the miniature dragon had gotten either bored or angry at his lack of attention towards it and had unleashed a small burst of fire. Thankfully he wasn't burnt but he now had to put out the fire that was on his bedsheets, Harry raised his wand but it turned out to be unnecessary since a second later the fire vanished and the bedsheets repaired themselves. "Huh?" Harry intelligently managed.
"That brings back memories," A voice spoke, Harry's head snapped to the side and he saw Professor Dumbledore had entered the hospital wing and was walking towards him. "I remember the first time I had made a dragon, it burnt my chin. I feared that I would never grow a beard ever, though thankfully that worry has proven to be nothing more than a product of fear." Dumbledore chuckled as he stroked his waist-length beard.
"Professor Dumbledore." Harry quickly sat up, taking care to not knock his dragon onto the floor.
"No need to get up, Harry," Dumbledore said before he waved his wand and created a chair for himself, he sat next to Harry's bed. "hmm, that is an adorable dragon," He said, admiring Harry's creation. "though the skin is not perfect and the eyes could do with some work, still, a good attempt."
"Thank you, sir," Harry blushed a little. "it's my first time trying it."
"But I can guess that it won't be your last," Dumbledore smiled knowingly.
"Probably not," Harry admitted as he turned the dragon back into a quill. "I'll probably have to do it again next year, it is a third-year spell, isn't it?"
"Indeed it is," Dumbledore nodded. "I would recommend not practising too many spells in here, Madam Pomfrey doesn't appreciate it, believe me when I say that I know that to be a fact."
"I believe you," Harry sighed, that lined up with what he knew about her. "still, it is boring in here and I needed something to do."
"Understandable," Dumbledore hummed. "anyway, I just came in here to check on you and see if you were okay. I was going to ask Madam Pomfrey but seeing as you're awake..." Dumbledore trailed off and looked at him questioningly.
"I'm fine, sir, honest," Harry answered. "Madam Pomfrey said I have to stay here for a bit more but then I can go."
"Hmm, excellent," Dumbledore smiled. "well, if that's all, I should be off now."
"Actually, sir," Harry hesitantly spoke. "I was...I was wondering if I could ask you for something important."
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry in a questioning manner.
"Well...I was...I was kind of hoping that I could stay at Hogwarts for the summer." Harry's voice was undeniably hopeful.
"Stay at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore frowned. "What about your relatives?"
"I doubt they'd mind," Harry muttered, Dumbledore had heard him and his frown had increased slightly.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but that's not possible," Dumbledore told him. "Hogwarts has not allowed students to stay over the summer for hundreds of years."
"Oh," Harry disappointedly looked down, Dumbledore was about to speak again when Harry looked up with a slightly brighter look on his face. "that's fine then, I can just stay in Diagon Alley then." He remembered hearing that the paying customers could stay in the Leaky Cauldron and he had more than enough money to pay for a room.
"Harry, I do not think you should do that," Dumbledore said. "you should go and stay with your family this summer." Dumbledore 'advised'.
"But why?" Harry frowned, staring at the old headmaster.
"It would be a good opportunity to improve relationships between yourselves," Dumbledore told him, Harry opened his mouth to protest but was cut off when Dumbledore spoke again. "also it is far safer than staying in Diagon Alley by yourself."
"Maybe, but I'd rather stay by myself." Harry took great effort to keep his voice neutral and stop himself from getting angry with Dumbledore. "I'd rather risk Diagon if I'm honest."
"And I'd rather you didn't," Dumbledore said, his voice may have sounded quite calm but the look on his face was that of a stern teacher. "and I'm sure that you will agree in saying that it would be better for you to stay at the Dursley's." Dumbledore continued staring at Harry who stared back. It was several seconds later before their staring contest was broken by Harry who looked away and looked down at his lap. "It was nice seeing you again, Harry," Dumbledore said in a soft voice, a small smile on his face as he stood up. "I hope your next year will be better than this one." He turned and calmly walked away.
Harry stared at the doors that Dumbledore had walked out of with an intensity that could have pierced through steel, he had barely noticed that his clenched fists were gripping the bedsheets hard enough to almost damage them again. Harry turned his head away and took several deep breaths before he was able to open his hands again.
Deep in the far reaches of space, a small space shuttle plummeted down towards Earth, the outside of the ship protected those inside the ship from burning up upon re-entry, but barely given the damage the ship had received. A few minutes ago everything had been fine, but that all changed when something had crashed into their ship, damaging it enough that they were not able to stay up for long. Inside the ship were four panicking astronauts that were doing their best to try and stop the ship from crash landing and killing them all, it might have been a state of the art vehicle but there was no way that it would survive a crash if it dropped from space directly to the ground at the speed they were currently going.
"Damn it!" One of the astronauts cursed. "We need to slow down!"
"Working on it!" Another one shouted, frantically pressing buttons and pulling levers in such a way that one who had no idea how the ship operated would assume that he was pressing them randomly. "Fuck me, this is terrifying!"
"We know!" A third astronaut shouted.
"The ship's hull has been penetrated!" A fourth astronaut yelled.
"No shit!" The first one yelled out. "We're off course!"
"We got bigger problems! Like, survival!"
The astronaut, so busy with their crashing ship and arguing with each other, didn't notice that the door behind them creaked slightly open, nor did they notice black goo that sneaked into the control room.