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O Lux Candida

"White Light"- Latin.

Chapter 2

Gasps could be heard around the room; the man infront of them was the exact replica of their own resident prankster, James Potter. Most people were now craning their necks to peek over at James or toward the mystery man before them.

The man had jet black hair which protruded from his head in a wayward fashion which could only be matched by that of the seventh year Marauder. In reality, the only difference to that of James Potter was his eyes, his eyes which looked so familiar and yet so foreign. The eyes that were currently scanning them all were piercing emerald green, which looked emotionless like a mask. And , even though, they were nowhere near similar to that of the blue twinkling eyes of the omnipresent Headmaster, they held a similar reverence and power within them that could only be countered by that of the sincere Albus Dumbledore.

A blink. A blink was all it took for Harry to sincerely swear that when he got back home he would curse the Hat into oblivion. He stared at the full hall before him. Faces which now all held identical expressions of shock, confusion mixed with fear.

In that blink he had seen faces which he never thought he would even see and some in wish he would never see again. The faces of his parents, of his Godfather, of his father figures.

Yeah, this isn't so bad; there are only a few future Death Eaters, murders, torturers, traitors and all my dead family. Where else would I rather be? He thought sardonically.

He stood slowly, noticing as he did that all eyes followed his figure. Oh great. Even in the past, everybody is, yet again, staring at me.

Once he had stood he knew it was the wrong action to do; before he had managed to turn he had nearly one hundred wands pointing at him. However, he wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing - he continued turning until he came face to face with the Headmaster, another face he never believed he would see again.

The aged, but in Harry's view young, face was covered with his customary waist-length silver beard that was tied up at the bottom, his half moon spectacles covered the piercing blue eye which were currently searching him suspiciously. His eccentric robes were now in the form of purple and green dress robes, which he commonly favoured for the start of term feasts.

Harry had to will himself not to react, not to just tell him that the locket was a fake, not to go over to Bellatrix and slice her stupid head off. No matter how much he wanted to he knew he could not; he knew it would change the whole course of history too much, like an alternate universe, one he would not be a part of. His face remained blank; after years of training and many torture sessions he had finally learned the ancient art of occlumency and Harry knew it was for moments like these he had done it for.

He focused his eyes on Dumbledore's sparkling blue ons as he felt a sharp probe on his mind, which although not painful was extremely uncomfortable, "Professor, would you please refrain from trying to enter my mind."

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise as he heard the comment; not daring to believe that this young man was not only powerful enough to detect him trying to perform legilimens on him but also powerful enough to prevent him from doing so.

His gaze sharpened slightly before, he smiled at Harry. Just like old times. Although, this Dumbledore's smile was guarded slightly it still reminded him of the headmaster, his headmaster, the one who taught him so much and yet not enough.

"Who are you?" The headmaster's words were calm and calculated, but Harry knew that if he made one move to his wand, whether it to attack or just because he felt more secure that the headmaster would not pause to protect them with vicious anger. Well... As angry as he can get. Ah the love.

He fought off the grin which threatened to spill out onto his face, knowing that showing any amusement at the situation he was in would be not only inappropriate but would cause the Headmaster to question his mental capabilities.

"My name is Harry. Harry Peverell." Harry hoped that the name would ignite, even the smallest amount of curiosity in the man before him, well hopefully enough for the old relic not to hand me over to the ministry.

When the wizened man's eyes widened minutely, he internally cackled, the cackle that he usually reserved for a wizarding battlefield, a situation he had been in many times before; one full of hysteria and yet a small surge off triumph.

Dumbledore regained his composure, and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry nearly did a double take at the hand, or rather the lack of the black shrivelled hand that he had been accustomed to in the few months prior to his death. However, he merely nodded towards Dumbledore, showing that he understood and emitted a calm façade towards the remaining students that were still watching him in an awe-struck manner. Let Snape cut me up and use me for potions, don't they having anything better to do with their time?

Dumbledore silently led him out of the Hall. Unfortunately, Harry had unconsciously begun to lead the way to Dumbledore's office; the route had been so permanently etched into his memory that he couldn't prevent himself. He purposefully stumbled a bit and drew back so that Dumbledore had once again taken the lead. Shit, I need to watch myself otherwise I will be found out faster than faster than a basilisk can kill you, which I would know personally, is quicker than my firebolt can dive.

Before he knew it he was facing the ugly stone gargoyle that seemed to glare at Harry, he mentally shuddered, how was I supposed to know that cursing it and accidently breaking its ear would be remembered or at least known in the past? Stupid gargoyle. He did his best Snape glare back at the gargoyle, a look that he had perfected throughout the war. It was one that had made even his pet snake, Shika cower. Now that is an achievement, for she is one livid animal, if you accidently step on her tail in the middle of the night.

He dearly hoped that Shika wouldn't bite any of the D.A if they tried to calm her down. He knew she wouldn't be happy if she found him gone. I'll face the music when I return.

"Liquorice wands." Oh, so he still had sweets as his password, how predictable.

He scrambled after Dumbledore up the stone steps, hoping the man didn't notice his momentary absence.

"Who are you really, m'boy?" Harry undid his cloak slowly, and turned. He wore emerald green finery, with a high neck robe over the top of a darker countenance. His demeanour held one of a adapted aristocrat but his eyes held the story of a far older and darker life; one filled with true horror and fear. But what held the Headmaster's gaze was the cloak half pinned across his exquisitely tailored clothes. It covered the clothes in an invisible layer, the object, his invisibility cloak that had been inherited in his family through the ages and, yet, was immaculate, as though it had yet to be worn. The Headmaster's gaze dropped to the ring that wound its way round Harry's finger; the ring held a cracked obscure, black stone of onyx that swirled as light hit them. However, what interested Albus most was the Peverell engraved into the fragmented rock.

Harry silently observed Dumbledore as he withdrew the final implement to-

"The deathly Hallows…" Albus whispered hoarsely, as his eyes were drawn to the dark stick that he had personally taken from Grindle- Gellert's person after his defeat, his ex-lover and one of the worst mistakes of his life. His hand automatically slipped into his own fluorescent robes, to feel his own wand for reassurance.

He gripped it tightly and his eyes snapped up to Harry's pool of emeralds.

"Master of Death?" His voice was strangely reminiscent of the hoarse, pleading one that he had used when Snape had held Dumbledore at wand point when the two words that caused his world to tumble, literally off the astronomy tower. His eyes misted over, but he shook his head out of his reverie, mechanically strengthening his occlumency shields.

"Nice to make your acquaintance." Harry tried not, but he couldn't help the snigger towards the end of the sentence at the shocked look that graced the usually stoic man's face. I so wish that I had a camera, even a muggle one just to capture this moment. Maybe now would be a good time to buy a new pensive?

He remembered how his last one had been blown up, as well as half the infirmary and a few of his more permanent possessions that held prestige in his omnipresent bed in the infirmary, it was extremely lucky that he had taken to ysing his spare energy protecting his snake cage, otherwise Shika would've found some way to come back as a ghost and would never leave him. The new infirmary now held an attached room that was labelled 'Harry's Room', and yes, it was prone to being raided by adoring fans. Another reason that Harry warded his possessions, commonly using parslemagic so that even the most skilled ward breakers could not get through, he didn't want Rita Skeeter wannabes foraying through his personal belongings.

"Now we have that cleared up, how about we get down to business, professor?"


I would like to thank tothenines, Laziiiiiii and RachelDare. I officially love you three people and I give you a virtual hug and THANK YOU. I would, also, like to apologise for the lateness; I normally update so much sooner but have been neglecting them in favour of my exams. From now on fanfiction comes first.

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Next chapter: The Marauders and the D.A's reaction.