Destiny's Chewtoy

A/N: I have not forgotten my other story. This was something rattling around in my head and I used it to get my mojo in writing back. I will not forget this story either. Please review and thank you for reading. BTW, I don't own Harry Potter or blah blah blah. Thanks to Rober350 for beta'ing y story, without him, this would be full of commas and quotes. Check out his story Smartarse, which is gearing up to be a great story.

Harry Potter was old. That's not to say he looked it or even acted it, but he certainly felt it. When one passes a thousand years of age, you start to lose track of how old you are exactly. When you pass ten times that age, you tend to go whole centuries without even remembering your birthday. He had researched over the many millennia he had been alive and came up with no plausible reason he was still alive. And he was sure it wasn't because of being the "Master of Death". Hell, he had snapped the "Death Stick" the first opportunity he had and threw the pieces of the bridge at Hogwarts. The stone was lost only Merlin knows where and the cloak was passed down through his children for many generations. No, he wasn't "Master of Death". He was sure that "Destiny's Chewtoy" came a lot closer to the truth.

It wasn't that he couldn't die however. He had offed himself more times than all the other times he died combined. He would pass over, see friends and family and return only to repeat the process. He actually went through a period where he would commit suicide the moment he came back to life just to spend more time with his loved ones on the other side. Needless to say, he was an expert on the most efficient way to kill one's self.

That led to another bad point in his long life/death. It was around his six-thousandth year of age when he slowly slipped into insanity. The world at large had known about magic for almost a thousand years. Technology and long surpassed magic and could in fact replicate many of the feats that magicals could. Harry had recently passed back over from the other side and felt the rest of his sanity leave him. He had eventually become the worst dark lord the world had ever known. He wasn't out for power or wealth or even a change of society. He just laid waste to everyone and everything in his way. Even when he was killed, his family and friends tried to help him, but each time he came back, he would start his rampage again.

Harry was walking along a huge concrete parking lot. Almost the entire earth had been covered in concrete and metal at this point. Small reservations were maintained around the world for the small amount of plants and animals that remained. Harry occasionally flicked his wand out destroying a building or vehicle nearby. No words were needed. He really didn't need his wand anymore either, but it made him feel better. Harry pulled up short. There in front of him was a man squatting down looking at something on the ground. People usually didn't bother staying around him anymore. There was a satellite dedicated to him to let everyone where his position was at any time.

Harry flung his wand forward negligently and a green light erupted from the tip. The Avada Kedavra raced toward the squatting figure only to stop in mid-flight inches from the man's back. The man rose up and turned around. He wore simple brown robes and had a walking stick in hand. He had a dark, short beard and stood around six feet tall. He looked down and examined the spell in front of him. Instead of anger, fear or anxiety that Harry thought he'd see on the man's face, he saw wonder and possibly elation.

"Soul magic! I haven't seen soul magic like this in years. And look at it, completely painless. I wonder what the origin is? A humane way to slaughter animals? This is quite a treat indeed." The man in the plain brown robes thumped his walking stick on the ground and the green spell dispelled into tiny lights which dissipated moments later. "Thank you for showing me, but I have to say that attempting to kill me wasn't very nice."

Harry was incensed. How dare this... man try and make a fool of him. Harry threw chains of spells at the man in brown that numbered in the twenties. All had the effect of splashing on a golden shield while the man stood calmly in the center of said shield. Harry was breathing harder than he had in a long time. He hadn't experienced magical exhaustion like this since he was a teenager. He was about to let loose when the man pointed his staff at the spot he was looking at.

A crack had formed in the concrete and a flower was growing out of the crack. While not unheard of, it was still rare to see any plants growing outside of a reservation in these times. "The planet is dying. She can feel it. Years before her time was due. Mistreatment does that more often than not." Memories flashed through Harry's head. His time at the Dursley's never really faded from his memory. "But even so, life tries again and again." Harry couldn't dispute what the man was saying. Human's had killed their home and they were already colonizing other planets to do the same.

"What does that have to do with me?" Harry asked gruffly.

"Why should it have anything to do with you? You attacked me. I was simply watching this flower grow." Harry wasn't buying it.

"I don't believe you." The brown robed man shrugged. Harry launched another spell at the strange man. That spell met with the same fate as the others.

"This flower has the potential to be special. The earth beneath sits under a half foot of concrete. No light and very little rain gets through. Yet this flower exceeds all expectations and finds a way to live." More memories bubble to the surface of his time at Hogwarts.

"What does this have to do with me?!" Harry raged.

"I believe it will bloom into a lily," the man continued as if he didn't hear Harry at all. Harry threw another impressive combination of spells at the shield resulting in nothing. "I believe this lily shows that even in the darkest times, even if it is to die, it still brings hope that the future will be better." Harry released a final barrage of spells at the man which did nothing. He unleashed all his anger into his spells for the man's continued word play. He didn't want to remember the Dursleys or Hogwarts and he certainly didn't want this man speaking his mother's name. With the final spell cast, darkness swam at the edges of his vision.

"Who are you?" Harry managed to ask before he passed out.

The man in brown robes smiled and replied, "For now, you can call me Macros." Oblivion claimed Harry Potter.

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Harry woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The smell of food cooking filled the small room. He looked around his wand instantly in his hand and saw Macros bent over what looked like a cauldron stirring something. Harry was about to curse the man in the back but could not think of any reason why he should. For now, he'd let the strange man live.

"I love a good hearty stew," Macros said without looking back. "Learned how to cook from an owl that knew how to make porridge taste good." Harry was sure he was putting him on now and was tempted to do away with the man just to get him to stop talking. "Her father couldn't cook to save his life but the old wolf could drink with the best of them. Knew how to ride a horse while asleep too. Never got the hang of that myself, but I'm not one for horses." Harry continued to listen to the ridiculous ramblings of Macros but had to admit that the stew did smell good.

"What am I doing here?" Harry asked rudely.

"You had passed out after putting quite a bit of energy into those impressive magics you were casting. I couldn't just leave you there."

Harry looked but couldn't find any hint of sarcasm or lie in his statements. "What about your flower?" Harry asked rudely again, trying to get any emotion other than serenity from Macros.

Macros just smiled. "It isn't my flower. But I imagine it's still there."

"And what if it dies?"

"Then I hope it finds its existence was worthy." Harry raised an eyebrow in question. Macros further explained. "It worked hard to reach for the light. To feel the wind on its petals, the sun on its stalk and the rain on its roots. Things not many plants on the world have felt for years. It struggled from its captivity and found a world it never knew and basked in it. At least I hope that's what it did."

Harry had more memories surface. Hagrid busting through the door and giving him his first ever birthday cake. The first time he saw Diagon alley. The first time he met Hedwig, his first and best friend. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Will you protect it?" he asked quietly.

"The lily? Should I?"

"Yes," Harry said with conviction. "After all its struggling and finally achieving its goal, it should be protected."

"Why?"

"Because no one ever did before! All I had done and struggled with and I was the one who had finally finished it! And still no one would protect me! No one wanted to care for Harry Potter, everyone just wanted the Boy-Who-Lived and the Boy-Who-Triumphed!" he spat out. He realized what was happening but he couldn't stop it now. "All I wanted was someone who wanted to look out for my interests because they wanted me to be safe and happy! But the all wanted to get a piece of me for themselves."

Macros continued on as if they were still talking about the flower. "The lily knows who matters and what's important. It knows it's mother cares, even if she can't do that much buried under tons of metal and cement."

"Then we should do something!"

"Like you have been doing? What would have happened yesterday if I hadn't been there watching that flower? Would you have just walked past it? Or would you have destroyed it on a whim?"

That brought Harry up short. He wasn't entirely sure. He now wanted to protect that lily that he saw was so much like himself. A short conversation with Macros had him wanting to rip open the concrete around that flower just to protect it from all harm.

"I don't know," Harry answered a little ashamed that he probably would have blasted a small flower just for existing.

"And that is probably the smartest answer you can give," Macros responded. Harry's head shot up at this. "The next question is where does your life go from here?"

Harry replied with the same answer again. He needed to talk to his family. He turned his wand on himself and a green curse enveloped him. If one could see into the afterlife, they might have spied a ten thousand-year-old wizard crying in the embrace of a young red-haired woman with the same name as a flower he had recently connected with.

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Harry didn't know how long he was there this time. It varied each time he came back. When he did come back this time it was in the same small hut where he had previously died. Macros was seated at the table with two plates set up. It looked to be venison, with corn and potatoes if Harry was right.

"How long was I gone for?"

"About five months," Macros replied calmly.

"How did you know to set aside a plate for me?"

"How do you know that I didn't set on aside for you every night since you left? For that matter, how did you just assume you knew that I would know you'd be back at all?"

Harry floundered, so instead of answering, he just sat down and began eating. "Who are you really?"

Macros smiled, "I have had many names in my not so short life. One of my favorites however is Macros the black." Harry's head shot up at that. Macros laughed at the sight. "I'm sorry to say no relation to who you're thinking about. I have been blessed or cursed as some may see it with the power of immortality as well as knowing my future."

"I know the feeling," Harry mumbled about the immortality.

"And that is why I'm here. I know that I'm supposed to be here and meet you. I didn't know why until I actually met you however. You see, I'm not immortal in the way that I'll never pass on. It's just until I do what I'm supposed to do. I can see everything in my life up to a certain point and then nothing. I assume that's when I pass on."

"And me?"

"You have considerable power. Enough to perhaps rival my own which is pretty scary. But it's knowledge you lack." That surprised Harry. You learn a lot when you get to be as old as he was. "I am older than you can conceive even at your ten millennium, and I still haven't learned enough to satisfy me." Harry thought he had finally found the male version of Hermione. "So, I'm going to give you my knowledge, minus what I know of my future and hope that you build on that and develop a thirst for learning like I have."

"And if I use your knowledge to continue dealing death and destruction?"

"Death is a part of life, destruction part of creation. Everything in the universe has an opposite. One can't exist if the other doesn't as well." Another memory of a prophecy flashed through Harry's mind. "Even the strongest man with no goals or drive can succumb to insanity. But a tiny flower in a sea of bedrock that needs a protector can change the heart of anyone."

Macros walked around the table to the still sitting Harry and placed his hands on either side of his head. Harry didn't even think to defend or retaliate, he just stayed still while power was pushed through Macros' hands into Harry's head. Knowledge sprung forth in his mind and was instantly sorted thanks to his occulmency. When he opened his eyes, which he didn't realize he had closed, he found that he was in a large vacant parking lot sitting cross-legged in front of a lily flower that had grown through a crack in the concrete.

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The knowledge gained from Macros opened up new worlds for Harry, literally. He knew how to walk the passage way between different worlds, and he knew there were different kinds of magics. As Macros had hoped, he found a thirst for learning that would put Hermione to shame. While he explored other planets and races, he spent most of his time learning about his home planet. He delved into history with a hunger that his old friend Ron would be envious of and found the more he learned, the more he wanted to know.

One thing that surprised him was that there were no such things as non-magical people. Everyone had some type of magic, even if it was never realized. He thought back to his relatives and came to the conclusion that was why his uncle was so good at sales despite the fact that people had an almost instinctive dislike towards him. His uncle could sell anything when he really tried to. He put forth a considerable number of years of research towards this theory.

It was only a few centuries later when the end of the world was nigh. Very few people were left on earth, most had departed to colonies on other planets by this time. Harry stood on a cliff, the dirt beneath his bare feet. Volcanoes erupted in the distance and earthquakes shook the ground more often than not the days. He had chosen to see if the destruction of the planet would finally let him pass over permanently. To his left was a single lily flower that was protected and survived thanks to his magic. It wasn't the same one that Macros used to help him all those years ago, but he made sure that at least one lily flower would always survive as long as the earth still spun.

He felt that the time was almost coming. He turned to the flower and softly said, "Thank you lily, for giving me purpose all these years." The flower, as if in response, chose that time to open its petals in full bloom. A smile adorned Harry's face as the world exploded around him.

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Harry opened his eyes and nearly screamed. That was more painful than any other death he remembered. He took that time to look at his surroundings. He was in a compartment on a train. It seemed eerily familiar but he couldn't quite place it. He looked out the window and saw a reflection of a young boy with messy black hair, glasses and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Harry's mouth hung open in absolute surprise. Then it spread into a wide grin. This was something else he picked up from Macros, the joy of discovering something new. He had traveled thousands of years to the past and was inhabiting his younger body.

He decided the first thing he needed to do was find out when and what exactly was happening. He waved his hand at the compartment door and it changed into a solid wall. Anyone on the other side would pass it by not thinking twice about there not being a door there. It was at that moment that an eleven-year-old red head passed by the solid wall intent on finding the famous Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry's cursory examination of himself found a few things he needed to take care of now. The first being the foreign magic in his body. He raised his left hand and a small ball of fire no bigger than a golf ball was formed. The fire looked like a miniature sun and actually was a tightly controlled ball of fiendfyre. With his right hand, he touched the scar and pulled a dark wispy cloud that struggled to get free. "Seeing as I was a dark lord that made you look like a first year new to magic, I have nothing against you. But I refuse to share my body and magic with anything unless I invite them too. So, sorry whatever your name is." Harry moved the wisp into the fiendfyre and intently watched the destruction of the piece of soul. He squashed the fiendfyre while contemplating what he saw. "So that's what happens when an encapsulated soul is subjected to one of the fires of Hades. Interesting. So, what's next?" That's when he heard a soft hoot from above him.

"Hedwig!" He hurriedly scrambled up on the seat and released her from the cage. She flew around the small compartment before lightly landing on his shoulder. Harry hadn't cried in many years after the breakdown and being consoled by his mom, but tears of joy rained from his eyes as he petted his first best friend.

"Who has hurt you? Any who hurt my human will suffer!" Hedwig barked out. This made Harry laugh and cry more simultaneously.

"No one has hurt me beautiful. I'm just glad to see my best friend again."

Hedwig seemed shocked, "You can understand me now?"

"I'm your human," Harry replied with a chuckle, "I'll always be able to understand you from now on."

"Well in that case, I require more bacon with meals as well as some of that dried fruit I was given at my previous home."

"Raisins?" Harry guessed.

"Yes! Raisins are delicious. And no more cage as long as you can."

"Don't worry. I won't be going back to the Dursleys. There will never be a cage for you again." Harry set her cage on the floor and waved his hand turning it into a very ornamental owl stand.

"I approve my Harry. You are a very good pet." Harry laughed long and loud while nuzzling Hedwig much to her approval.

It was thirty minutes later that Harry finally decided to take care of some other things before arriving at Hogwarts. "Hedwig dear, I have some things to take care of. Did you want to go out and fly, stay here, or come with me?"

Hedwig didn't even have to think about the question. "I will not let my pet face anything with me." Harry laughed again.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Of course, I'm an owl." With that Harry stepped into what seemed to be a hallway with doors lining the hallway in both directions. All around them were stars as if they were walking through the cosmos. Hedwig's eyes seemed to get bigger if that were even possible. "My human is more powerful than I thought."

'That took more effort than it should have. I'll have to check my magic when I get back,' Harry thought to himself. He stepped through a doorway and appeared in a familiar park. He remembered the game 'Harry Hunting' being born here. He walked down the street to number 4 Privet Drive. A knock on the door brought a large figure to opening it.

"What are you doing here boy? You should be on your way to your freak school."

"Allow me to enter Mr. Dursley, lest we make a spectacle." Vernon figured that was the prudent choice and quickly ushered his nephew in.

"What are you doing here boy?" He growled out.

"Making sure you never see me again. I won't be returning, and I won't seek revenge against you for your mistreatment against me."

"Mistreatment?" he hollered and balled his fists, "we never wanted you in the first place!"

"I understand that, and I didn't want to be here either, but that's in the past." He strode to the center of the house and stood ramrod straight before letting some of his magic escape him. "I, Harry James Potter, do not recognize this house as my home. I, Harry James Potter, being the last of the Potters, do remove Petunia Dursley nee Evans from an yrelation from the House of Potter. Any family she has related to me through her will also be removed from the House of Potter. So mote it be." Harry heard and felt the wards around the house snap.

"What did you just do freak?" Vernon was ready to beat the small boy in front of him.

"I made sure that I wasn't bound to this house anymore. And I'm not related to you by magic any longer. Your family has been separated from mine as witnessed by magic. No one can reinstate that except for me. I will never be back here again."

Hope crossed Vernon Dursley's face. "No more freaks here?"

"I can't promise that. All I can say is I will never be back."

"What was all that business about House of Potter?"

"My family is well off in the magical world. As well as having considerable power in the government, we are rich and magically powerful. I was separating the ties of the house of Evans and the house of Potters."

"You're rich and we never got any payment for putting up with you?" Harry could see the greed in Vernon's eyes.

"I can always contact the Inland Revenue Service and see how much you were getting out of me each year. Although they'd probably want to investigate my living conditions as well." The greed promptly left his former uncle's eyes and was replaced with fear.

"Just get out of my house freak." Harry smiled and promptly vanished from sight. He was instantly back in his compartment.

"Sorry about the rough travel there girl," he apologized to Hedwig, but it beats apparition and portkey. Hedwig lightly nipped his ear.

"I wish to sleep now my Harry." She flew to her stand and tucked her head under her wing to get some sleep.

Harry closed his eyes to see what was wrong with his magic. He found his core and scowled at the bindings surrounding them. They were only letting about a quarter of his magic through to be accessible. He set about the task of unbinding his core which wasn't that hard but hurt a fair bit when the magic was released.

With his magic unbound, the soul fragment dealt with, and the assurity that he wouldn't go back to the Dursleys, he sat back and reviewed his memories of his first year at Hogwarts.

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Albus Dumbledore sat in a conference room with the other teachers about the upcoming year. Filius was excited about the new students to teach as were many others. Minerva was scowling at Severus as he complained how the 'Potter spawn' was going to be a cocky, arrogant brat. And Quirinus was stuttering something no one could really understand.

His thoughts turned to the object of Severus' hate. Harry Potter. The stone had been set behind traps that shouldn't be too difficult for a group of determined first years. Of course, there were various protections in place in case they got over there head. He wasn't out to have any children hurt, but he needed to mold them into true Gryffindors. The youngest Weasley boy should be befriending him right now if everything was going according to plan.

Of course, he knew that he hadn't gotten the real stone. He knew enough alchemy to know that the Flamels gave him a fake. Voldemort didn't know that however and that suited him just fine. The Flamels were good people and he was reasonably sure they wouldn't abuse the power of the stone. If they did, Albus Dumbledore was there to fight for the Greater Good.

Unknown to him in his office, several objects used to monitor a young wizard stopped working. Fawkes flew over to them and covered them with his flames. They began whirling and making noises once again. It would be many years before Dumbledore figured out that they were no longer monitoring Harry Potter.

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Harry saw the castle lights from the boat he shared with three other first years. It looked as majestic as it did the first time around. It wasn't until many years later his first go through that he revisited Hogwarts that he found the castle aware. Not alive per say, but aware enough to know what was going on and respond when needed.

Hagrid led the first years up to McGonagall who greeted the first years before having them wait to be ushered inside. Harry took the moment to place his hand on the stone wall affectionately. He wasn't surprised to feel Hogwarts presence but was surprised at how excited she seemed.

"I can't believe how young you are," he mumbled. "You're as excited as a giggling first year."

'I know!' a voice sounded in his head. 'And you're so old! I can feel it. I'm going to call you gramps!' Harry mock scowled even as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement. A melodic laugh echoed through his mind as he pulled his hand away.

After the first years were escorted inside and the sorting hat sang its song to a round of applause, the first years were being sorted. Whispers broke out much like the previous time Harry's name was called. Harry allowed the old tattered hat access to his memories as he was genuinely curious about what would happen.

"This is astonishing Mr. Potter. So much knowledge and such a thirst for more. You are a perfect candidate for Ravenclaw. However, being a student here would do you no good. You would learn nothing worthwhile. I would instead like to see if you'd like to become the new History of magic professor?"

Harry thought about that. It was something new, and being a professor would give him more opportunities to move around freely. Harry gave the mental equivalent of a shrug and replied, "Sure, if only to piss off Snape."

The hat chuckled before shouting out loud, "Hogwarts new History of Magic professor!"

Harry sat on the stool with the Sorting Hat on his head amused at the chaos running rampant around him. Snape was yelling at Dumbledore about 'insufferable spawns' while Flitwick was vibrating with excitement. McGonagall was trying to gain control of the students who were talking over each other and a particular pair of twins who were dancing a jig on the Gryffindor table.

A loud bang erupted from Dumbledore's wand which immediately quieted everyone. "As exciting as this is, let's continue with the sorting so we can get this misunderstanding sorted out." Harry could feel the hat about to say something but asked him not to because it would be more fun that way. The hat chortled and just asked to make sure he was present. "Mr. Potter, please have a seat at a table and we'll get this straightened out as soon as possible." Harry dipped his head respectfully and made his way over to the Hufflepuff table, much to the delight of Professor Sprout.

The food appeared on the tables after the sorting to the cheering of all the students. He glanced at his former friend Ron at Gryffindor table shovel food into his mouth. Many of the females around him turned green at the sight of it. Harry chuckled before turning to a fellow first year sitting next to him.

"My name's Harry. How are you?"

"I know! This is so...I mean, hello Harry, my name is Hannah Abbott, and this is Susan Bones." Harry smiled at the eleven-year-old witch.

"I know I'm supposed to be famous, but I'm just like you. Someone here to learn as much as possible. I actually love learning."

"You must know a lot if you're supposed to be the new history professor."

"I know some, but there's so much to learn and so little time. 'And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.' That's a quote by a famous philosopher named Plato."

"A muggle?" Susan spoke for the first time. Harry glanced around and found quite a few people listening in.

"By wizarding standards, yes, a muggle. I'll tell you a secret though." Everyone leaned closer as did Harry, "There're no such things as non-magicals." Some looked confused while others chuckled thinking he was joking. "Seriously, there are other types of magic than just the type wizards and witches use."

"How come we've never heard of them then?" an upper year asked skeptically.

"You've actually seen it in action." He waited to let them think for a moment. "House elves use a different type of magic. Otherwise, by wizarding standards, they'd be more powerful than wizards because they can do wandless magic." A few of the upper years nodded in understanding. "Also, dragons. There is no way a dragon's wings could hold up their mass without using magic. Owls are undoubtedly magical seeing as they can find anyone better than a point me spell." Harry continued to list different examples that the wizard born would understand. "I'm not trying to change anyone's beliefs, I simply want you to keep an open mind that there is a whole world out there and you've experienced very little of it."

Before he could be questioned again, Dumbledore stood up and gave the usual warnings about the forbidden forest, filch's banned list, and new this year to the upper years, about the third corridor being off limits. As the prefects were tasked with escorting the students to their respective common rooms, Harry was led to the headmaster's office.

The four heads of house took a seat next to Dumbledore as Harry sat on a comfortable chair facing the five professors. "It's been an exciting night Harry," the headmaster started off. Not hearing a question, Harry simply nodded once. He looked into Dumbledore's eyes and felt a light probing in his mind. Harry gently guided the probe around his mind leaving the headmaster confused as to what happened.

"Perhaps you can shed some light on tonight's events? Perhaps a clever prank?"

"No headmaster, I had no idea the plans the sorting hat had for me. He said I would be a perfect candidate for Ravenclaw and then shouted out history professor."

"I told you Albus! He would be nothing but trouble! Arrogant spawn of a Potter," Snape spat with disgust. Harry just smiled. 'Nostalgic,' he thought to himself.

"See? He knows something, I say get rid of him."

"Now Severus, please calm down, I'm sure..."

"I actually know quite a bit potions master Severus Snape. I consider myself a scholar." Harry got a far off look on his face, "There is so much more to learn and experience. I'm actually quite excited to get to the library."

"And how much can an arrogant eleven year old really know?"

"That, Professor Snape, could take a very long time to tell. How about you ask me a few questions and I'll do my best to relieve you of your suspicions?" This is not the direction Dumbledore wanted the conversation to go, but it might reveal more about the enigma sitting before him. The lack of the curse scar scared him more than he cared to admit.

"Where would you find a bezoar?"

"In the stomach of a goat," Snape sneered and was about to ask another question until Harry continued. "First discovered by Markus Amorbon in 1587 and released to the wizarding community five years later by his wife who was a potions mistress. The family later moved to Britain and revolutionalized the potions curriculum at Hogwarts as the Lovegoods." Jaws dropped. Even Snape didn't know that much history behind it; if it was in fact true.

"Making stuff up now Potter? We are studied professors and..." Snape's diatribe was interrupted by a portrait of a former headmaster.

"Albus, Potter speaks the truth. Bentus Lovegood did indeed teach here as a Potions master and many of todays OWL and NEWT questions are still based on his teachings." This had gone too far. Albus needed Harry as a student to at least keep an eye on him. As far as he was concerned, there was only one way he could have that type of knowledge. He wasn't really Harry Potter.

"Who are you really?" Dumbledore asked coldly, surprising the other professors.

Harry sighed. He raised his wand and was unsurprised when he found Dumbledore and Snape pointing their wands at him. "I, Harry James Potter, do swear on my life and my magic that I am who I say I am and my soul is my own. I also swear no other magics or souls inhabit my body with me. So mote it be." Dumbledore lowered his hand. He was visibly shaking.

'How much does the boy know?' For the first time in a long time, he was unsure of how to proceed. The fact the boy no longer was a Horcrux meant the boy might have a chance to live now, but what of all his other plans?

Snape still hadn't lowered his wand. Harry exerted a little of his Will and commanded Snape with his Word. "Lower your wand Severus." Snape tried with all his might, but couldn't oppose the power forcing him to do so." Dropped jaws lowered even further.

"Now that you've forced me to make certain things known, if you want me to stay, you will tell your fellow professors what your ultimate plans were for me."

"Now Harry," Dumbledore recovered somewhat.

"No headmaster," Harry replied calmly, "tell them, or I leave, and I guarantee that Fawkes would be more than willing to help me." At that, the phoenix glided to his shoulder. Harry caught some of the flames coming off of the majestic bird on his index finger and twirled it around the phoenix's stomach. Fawkes' flames burst higher than ever and Dumbledore had never heard the sounds coming from him.

"What's happening to him?" He asked worriedly. Harry's opinion of the manipulative headmaster rose a bit. The fact he still cared for the phoenix said something about his character.

"He's laughing headmaster. He's particularly ticklish. I understand you're a busy man sir, but perhaps you should clear some time to play with him. Even just to go out for a fly, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

Dumbledore calmed down seeing his bonded was okay. "I'm glad to see Fawkes has taken such a liking to you."

"Me too headmaster. Now, to your explanation?" The headmaster hung his head.

"Very well Mr. Potter."