Fake it until you make it
Harry slowly comes to, blinking the drowsiness from his eyes. He blearily looks around the room to see that he is on a small thin cot, a table next to him has brightly colored flowers and a few cards. "Harry my boy", Harry startles as he turns the other way to look at Dumbledore, not expecting to have a visitor. "I wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay after your ordeal" Dumbledore patiently waits for the small boy to recognize his words.
"Are Ron and Hermione okay?" Harry slowly sat up to face the headmaster, wanting to face him seeing as a serious conversation needed to be held. "Yes they are perfectly fine, Ron took quite a nasty fall and Hermione was able to get to my office and alert me to your adventure on the third floor" Dumbledore smiled gently with a twinkle in his eyes. Harry was silent for a moment as the headmaster waited for him to speak. "And the sorcerer's stone?" Harry tentatively asked, worried about the priceless artifact and what became of it. "I have destroyed it to keep voldemort from ever trying to usurp it for himself" Dumbledore stated matter of factly.
Harry sighed in relief before a terrible thought struck him. "What about the Flamels? They need that stone to live and without it won't they die?" Harry asked shakily, worried about the legendary couple's fate. Dumbledore gave a gentle smile like he did when he was delivering the news of Ron and Hermione but Harry noticed something that wasn't there before, a slight tightening of his smile and a shadow passing over his eyes. Harry was very talented at reading facial expressions as it was the difference of him getting a slice of bread and water or nothing from Aunt Petunia at the dursleys. The difference between a small mistake that would leave him slightly bruised but standing or barely able to walk and being dragged to his little cupboard under the stairs.
"The Flamels have decided that they are ready to move on from this plane, they knew the risk that the stone would be destroyed and that they would move on to the next life" Dumbledore still had that tighter smile but the shadows that Harry had seen for a fleeting moment had left. Harry nodded at that and Dumbledore got up from where he was seated by Harry's bed. "My boy, I'm glad you're alright. I have some business to get back to so I will leave you to rest and recover." Harry looked up from where he was staring at the thin sheet covering his legs. "Thank you headmaster, I appreciate you coming to check on me" The headmaster nodded, seemingly satisfied at how the conversation went. He then left the hospital ward and Harry waited until he heard the door click shut before he looked back at the table with the flowers and cards. He was lost in thought Dumbledore's words replaying in his mind. "The Flamels have decided that they were ready to move on from this plane". Harry would have thought nothing of it but the way Dumbledore had acted made him pause. Harry was good at reading facial expressions, it had never failed him in his survival of the dursleys. And Harry knew without reasonable doubt. The headmaster had lied.