Harry groaned as he woke up. His last memory was of defeating the Dark Lord, Voldemort, with a wellplaced Avada Kedavra (after destroying Riddle's horcruxes, and after Riddle inadvertently destroyed his horcrux within Harry) while Professor Dumbledore singlehandedly held off all of Riddle's many minions.

"Harry? Are you awake?" the Headmaster's voice asked.

"Yeah," Harry muttered.

Dumbledore sighed. "A great many things have happened, Harry, during the days you slept and recovered from your heroic battle. The Daily Profit have published a tale completely contrary to what truly happened, the Ministry is backing them to the hilt, and everyone I speak to claim that you are trying to steal the Auror's thunder, as it were."

Harry smiled wanly. "Somehow, sir, I'm not surprised."

The doors to the Hospital Wing burst open as Professor McGonagall blasted through them. "Headmaster Dumbledore! The Ministry have a warrant out for your arrest!"

Dumbledore studied the short article, detailing how he was to be arrested for creating a private army, and insinuating that it was closely involved with the Death Eaters. (It was, true, but to defeat them. The paper didn't mention that at all.)

"I am wearied of this world," Dumbledore said. "And so, I think I shall leave it."

"No!" Harry yelled. "It's not that bad, I don't want you dying too!"

Dumbledore looked surprised. "No, I meant for another world. Jade, perhaps."

"I think I shall stay here," Professor McGonagall said. "Someone has to take care of the young innocents within these walls. Both of you have already more than done your duty."

"Thank you, Minerva," Dumbledore said. "Madam Pomfrey, I fear we must leave."

Harry, normally never inclined towards physical contact a single bit, hugged the school nurse fiercely. "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, for everything."

Poppy Pomfrey hugged him back just as warmly. "You're a good, dear child, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, I have this elixir here to restore your energy. It's expensive, so don't let any drip on the ground!"

Dumbledore nodded. "I've already retrieved my personal objects and yours, Harry, if you'll forgive me the impertinence. We must descend to the Chamber of Secrets for another package before we leave."


Harry looked around Diagon Alley. Most of the people there looked disapproving of the Professor and himself. He had a small backpack on, and the Headmaster had a satchel and a tall wooden staff.

"People! I have defended this world since Grindlewald, and am tired of looking after people too fearful to defend themselves, or think for themselves," Dumbledore boomed, under the influence of a Sonorus. "My apprentice and I are therefore leaving for another world. Any who wish to join us should call my phoenix, Fawkes, and he will carry you. Quietus!"

"Fawkes!" Harry cried out, and the Firebird grabbed both himself and Dumbledore in those fierce talons. All three vanished in a ball of fire.


"Where are we?" Harry asked the Pro-no, his Master now, as they walked down a country road.

"We are on Jade, a most magical world, and going to meet an old friend of mine called Brod," Dumbledore answered. "I think you should like him quite well, Harry. He's always reminded me of what Hagrid could have achieved with magic - something I've always regretted."


Less than an hour later, a massive half-giant was standing in the middle of Seers Hamlet, a town in Jade, eyes wide open, mouth catching flies, pink umbrella hanging loosely from one massive hand.

"Everythin's so beautiful," Hagrid beamed, looking around. "Say! Has anyone seen Headmaster Dumbledore? Great man, he is."