Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts. I also want to give props to Beren and Mijan for inspiring my stories.

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"Hmm… I don't know the password, you guys," Harry said. Hermione and Ron were with him, insisting that they wanted to talk to Dumbledore as well. They didn't want Harry to leave out any details while explaining his weekend. They stood staring at the gargoyle guarding the room, trying to force it to open without the password.

"Its ice mice," Albus Dumbledore's voice startled the three students. The gargoyle moved away to reveal the stairs leading up to the Headmaster's office. "Please, go on upstairs, I will be with you in just a moment," he said graciously. Harry nodded nervously and climbed up to the room, followed closely by Hermione and Ron. They sat down on the available chairs, perching on the edge of their seats. True to his word, Dumbledore strode in moments later and leaned against his large desk, staring expectantly at the three.

Harry was dumbstruck when he realized that his brain was refusing to cooperate. He hadn't prepared himself for words. Thankfully, Hermione took charge and started recounting the events of Sunday. She started with Harry's wings and talked about the invisible shield he had put up. Ron interrupted her, talking about how Harry had manipulated their emotions and his burning scar on his wrist. They ended off by elaborating on Harry's healing prowess, making him blush.

"Well, it certainly sounds like you have had a satisfying weekend, Harry," Dumbledore sounded amused.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it satisfying, sir," Harry said, staring at his feet.

"You will be happy to know that I have acquired more information regarding this wonder, Harry. And after hearing these stories, I believe my theories are reaffirming themselves by every passing day," Dumbledore said evenly.

Harry's mood brightened at this. That's all he wanted – an explanation.

"You wouldn't mind having your friends around while I chat with you, would you Harry?" Dumbledore asked, looking appraisingly at Ron and Hermione.

"They are more than welcome to hear it, sir," Harry said eagerly. Besides, they'll probably know more about what to do with all the information that I will.

"Good. Well, I suppose we should start at the very beginning. There has always been a balance between good and evil throughout the history of our world. If this were a perfect universe, evil would be – an indescribable emotion that is fuelled by hatred. In a perfect universe, there would be no evil, and therefore there would be no need to balance it with good. Our world is far from perfect. So, the evil and hatred is delicately countered with love and respect.

"When Voldemort started to fill the world with fear and hate, the balance was essentially destroyed. He was able to convert innocent people into resentful Death Eaters. He quelled many aspiring hearts by instilling fear into their minds. He was surrounded by death at all times, which fed his thirst. The more he experienced, the more he gained, and the more he wanted. He is a very wanting man, Harry. He takes and takes from others, and when he gives – he gives disgust; he gives loathing. Such evil has the power to darken skies. Nature cannot stand such turmoil. So it does all that it can to counter the evil with goodness.

"The goodness is in you, Harry. When your parents gave their life for you, they bestowed all their goodness in you. I know that you are well aware of this. And I'm sure you've guessed by now that when your godfather died, he was trying to instill his goodness in you as well. In fact, Sirius went far and beyond that. He tried to give you a piece of himself. He gave you his magic. He wanted to protect you from any and all harm. Sirius knew that you thought of him as the last of your family. I believe that he didn't want to leave you with nothing. He didn't want to feel alone. So he gave you his most priceless possession. His magic..."

Harry's eyes filled with tears when he felt the reassuring emotions around him. Hermione clasped her hand in Harry's, holding him tight, lending him support. Harry sniffed quietly and nodded at Dumbledore to continue.

"Sirius' need to protect you saved you from dying after you retained his power. From what I have witnessed and heard so far, I would have to say that you took in all of Sirius' magic, not just a small part of it. Essentially, you have enough magic in you to fuel two people."

Hermione and Ron gasped when they heard this. Their eyes went wide with wonderment as they regarded Harry. Harry cleared the lump from his throat and said, "But I don't feel it. I can't draw the magic out without exhausting myself. On top of that, the magic only comes out when something terrible happens…" Realization struck him and he quickly looked back at Dumbledore.

"Yes, Harry. The magic only comes out when something bad happens. Another perfect explanation for why you are still alive and well. If the magic were to flow through you at all times, you would be fatigued beyond belief, trying to keep the power at bay. There are ways to train yourself to conjure up excess magic from your reserves whenever it is needed. You will be taught the methods during your school year.

"This sudden intake of power is starting to the sway the balance between good and bad, Harry. Now that you have grown so powerful in such a short amount of time, the scale is starting to waver. You are effectively countering Voldemort's hate with your good. While this is excellent news, I must unfortunately inform you that Voldemort has sensed your strength. He has started making an army. His intentions are quite clear. He wants you to either join him or die at his hands. I am intending on letting neither of these actions happen. You will be trained in time and your friends will support you in times of crisis. We will make Voldemort bring the fight to us – to Hogwarts," Dumbledore ended forcefully.

Harry was silent for many moments, trying to take in the information. He now understood most of his changes. He knew that Sirius had died for a purpose.

"But that doesn't explain the wings…" Ron said, almost to himself. Hermione nodded in agreement and added, "Or the scar."

Dumbledore smiled under his silvery beard, his bright blue eyes twinkling. "And so we have arrived to the most interesting part of the conversation. Harry, may I see your wrist?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Harry got up and walked over to the Headmaster. He placed his wrist in Dumbledore's warm hand. Dumbledore inspected the scar, taking care not to touch the pulse point. He nodded slightly before turning his piercing eyes at Harry's bewildered face.

"Since we have been using so many figures of speech throughout our conversation, I don't see a reason to stop now. Harry, you can have a seat again," Dumbledore let go of Harry's wrist and watched the young man sit down.

"I am sure you will agree with me if I boldly made the statement that Lord Voldemort is the spawn of the devil," he said quietly.

The three students looked shocked at Dumbledore's strong words. Ron gulped loudly at the ominous look on the Headmaster's face. Hermione nodded feebly before gasping with awareness.

She stuttered, "B- But, in that case, Harry would be – the child of… god?"

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A/N: I'm an atheist. But that won't stop me from writing stories containing spiritual references. Well, that's just my reasoning when it comes to this chapter. I have no other explanation for what's happening to Harry, so I turned to the heavens ;D