He sat on dune in the sand, he came here to think, away from all The people who were telling him what to next. While he loved the Weasleys one in particular. He needed time alone. He thought of a sand dune in a desert, a place no one would find him and aparated. The air was very hot and dry and the sun beat down him.

It had only been two weeks, since his defeat of the most vile evil wizard in history. He had attended funerals. Saw more people than he ever thought existed. They were all thanking him, and telling him how wonderful he was. He didn't feel it himself. His noble nature couldn't allow it.

As he sat alone in his thoughts. He heard a clanking noise coming closer and closer.

Over the next dune in this barren landscape, he saw an old man with a camel approaching, The old man was quiet and not at all threatening. He reached him and stopped. "Ahhh you have arrived." he said "Please Follow me." He raised hand hand and motioned Harry to follow.

Harry just looked at him for a moment, questions in his eyes that were never spoken.

The old man smiled, "Please we have been expecting you."

He began walking away. Something inside Harry just told him to follow and he did.

They walked for hours, Harry beginning to wish he brought His broom.

As suddenly as the man appeared he was gone. Harry was standing at the base of several sand dunes;.

"What was that about?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the wind came up and swirled around him, The world turned to only color of sand, but it didn't sting his skin or eyes.

As the calm returned He noticed he was standing in a city. It was more like what once was a city.

The building directly in front of him seemed to beckon him to enter. It was large. Sand colored columns stood at least fifty meters high gently sloping down beneath the sands. Along the walls were fountains of water. It was scented like flowers and sweet to the taste.

The corridor seemed to go on forever. He walked in silence, even his foot falls made not a sound.

After what seemed like hours he came to a door. It was made of a bright blue stone, that gave off a gentle light.

It wouldn't move, Harry pressed his hands against it, dropped his head and looked at the floor.

"What am I doing here?" He screamed

A voice that Harry seamed to know came from all around him.

"You have come to regain was taken."

As the voice stopped echoing through the halls the doors opened.

A young child walked up to him took his hand and led him into the Garden.

They stopped by a fountain That seemed to have grown out of living rock.

The water that flowed from each the fish were each flowing with a color from the rainbow.

But the pool they flowed into was clear.

The child looked up at him. "you must drink first"

A cup appeared in right Hand.

It was simple, A gold cup, it seemed tarnished.

The child looked at him. "Fill your cup and Drink."

Harry Filled the Cup and drank slowly.

As the cup fell from his hand the world went Black.