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Harry made his way back to Hogwarts the next week, and the weather seemed to fit the mood.  Instead of the beautiful morning sunrise he was accustomed to, the sky was a gloomy overcast of gray.  The cobblestone path was the same as the last several weeks, yet Harry wasn't 15, even in his imagination.  He wasn't even in his thirties – he felt as though he had aged many years over the past couple of days.  And when he passed the Hufflepuff Quidditch practice, he didn't feel an urge to watch, but instead made his way to the castle entrance.

Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said, and as soon as he entered the library (and re-made Ken) he made his way to the Restricted Section.  However, as he walked by the third bookshelf, he felt a mild burning on his hip.  Yelping in surprise, Harry fumbled about in his robes.  Finally, he pulled out the amulet given to him by Dumbledore.  It was extremely warm in his hand and seemed to be glowing lightly.  Harry looked down, and saw that his left hand had somehow snaked its way towards the bookshelf.  Somewhat confused, Harry withdrew his hand and started to step away.  Suddenly, the talisman grew blindingly bright and searingly hot, yet Harry couldn't avert his eyes or drop the amulet.  The sensation grew, until abruptly stopping.  Harry looked at the talisman in his hand – it looked exactly as it did when Dumbledore gave it to him and was again glinting prismatically from the sunlight filtering in from the library windows.

Amazingly, his left hand seemed to have pulled a book from the shelf without him realizing it.  It was pure white, contrasting greatly with the darker tones of the rest of the books.  Harry looked at the book, considering it.  However, he quickly smiled as he saw the title: 'Tracing Temporal Telltales and Tracking Time Travels' by Salle du Dumb-Bore.  Harry opened the book and let out an involuntary cry as his head jerked towards the book.  He pushed away, but the book seemed to be sucking him in.  His efforts were ultimately futile, and Harry found himself falling from the ceiling into a dusty room.  Harry collected himself and looked around.  It couldn't be – he was in the History of Magic classroom?

Sure enough, Professor Binns popped into existence at the head desk and droned, "Today we're going to talk about how to track time travels…"  Harry was torn between excitement at learning precisely what he wanted and boredom at the professor's monotone.

Four hours later, Professor Binns finally finished his lecture and vanished with a quiet poof.  Harry felt himself being lifted from the floor and was soon thrown from the inside of the book onto the wooden floor of the library's restricted section.  Harry looked back at the book lying innocently on the library floor – and wondered at the convenience of the whole affair.

It was far simpler to trace Voldemort than Harry could have imagined.  He didn't need to prepare a potion; he didn't even need to know where the portal was created.  All he had to do was picture the event in his mind.  Granted, there were one minor setback – he didn't know exactly how Voldemort would look like, nor what environment he would cast the spell in.  After all, it was hard to picture the event in his mind if he didn't know either of the two.  Then he realized he didn't need to know that – he knew exactly where the portal led to – the underground of the Department of Mysteries.  Sure enough, after he intoned "Tempus Postis Vestigo" for the fourth time, while imagining a portal opening in the underground of the Department of Mysteries, a blue slip of parchment shimmered into existence in front of him.  Harry picked it up eagerly and read it.

+13.93 days

55° 25' 03" N
2° 43' 29" W

Little Hangleton

Riddle Manor

Sitting Room

-7004.52 days

51° 30' 17" N

0° 06' 48" W

London

Ministry of Magic: Department of Mysteries

Underground Chamber

Harry quickly thought Well, obviously the Ministry of Magic is where the portal ends up, so the Riddle Manor is where Voldemort started.  Harry suddenly noticed that the +13.93 days switched over to a +13.92.  Obviously it must be a countdown to when Voldemort would open his portal.  Sure enough, several minutes later, the second number switched to a -7004.53.  I have 2 weeks Harry told himself Now I need to think of a way to kill Voldemort for good.

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Hoohoo, we're getting to the good stuff.  Oh, and this is the third to last chapter, by the way.

I was somewhat surprised at the response to the puzzle in the last chapter – everyone's up in arms trying to solve it.  I admit, I made it a little to hard, so I'm going to give two hints.

Hint 1: Harry was amazed that Ron (of all people hadn't solved it)

Hint 2: t = N, = K (the runes are Viking)

Hope that helps out.  Oh, and nobody's sent me the solution yet…

Kaelli: Hehe…

DragonLord: Thanks!  I sort of recognized the story you were talking about, but it's been awhile since I've read it and I don't remember the title or who it's by.  Glad you found it, though!

Lakergurl13: It seemed the sort of the eulogy Dumbledore would have.  You know, half the e-mails I got over the last several days (besides spam) were about that puzzle.

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