A/n: Sorry this chapter is a bit late, but I somehow was pulled into Yu-gi-oh fics. I love the Yu-gi-oh fics, than there was the fact that I discovered online solitaire. I think I'm addicted to it.

Dedicated: This chapter is dedicated to my little sister as a birthday gift…Okay, so her birthday was the 22nd, who's counting?

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the notebooks I use to write out the chapters of this fanfic…see, fanfic, which means it is writing by a fan. That means I don't own Harry potter cuz if I did it wouldn't be a fanfic.

Warnings: Some of this chapter contains a dream sequence…

Question: Who do you want to come aid Harry for his second task? It can be any character or creature from the HP books, but no ghosts.

"Speech"

~Dream sequence or scene change~

~Harry was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. He was safe; he just knew it down to his soul. He blinked and than stared at the small room he found himself in. Everything in it was slightly surreal, lending a feeling of chaos to the picture. He glanced up and found that there was no roof to the room. He could see a purple sky filled with light pink clouds. He glanced back around the room and noticed that the furniture seemed to blend into the walls until nothing could be distinguished. Everything in the room seemed to lead to a feeling of eternity, from the way the room seemed to grow as he looked at the other wall to the phoenix that had suddenly appeared.

The phoenix was beautiful with golden red feathers and wise eyes that seemed to see his very soul. The phoenix opened its beak, and the first notes to a wondrous song trilled out. He stared as the phoenix's song finished, and a soft red light appeared. He watched as the light became brighter and brighter until it caused tears to come to his eyes.

He looked away, and when he looked back at where the glow had been, he had been shocked to see a strange man wearing a gold shirt and red dress pants. Harry was shocked to see someone else in the strange room he had appeared in. Harry just watched as the man waved his hand around the room, and food appeared on the small coffee table. The smell was appetizing.

"Sorry this isn't going to be very nutritional. Do you like fudge brownies?" asked the strange man. " Oh, I guess I should explain where you are. You are in the room of eternity. IT exists everywhere and everywhen, and has always been a last refuge for a powerful witch or wizard. However, once you appear in here, you are assigned tasks, and only when the tasks are finished can you return back home. Several people you would know that have used this would be James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Albus Dumbledore used it for a brief time before he defeated Grindalwad, and Severus Snape will use it in about three years. I guess I didn't mention that you are in the past." He looked at Harry seriously.

"You have a several tasks to perform, and if you manage to get past the first stage of the first task, you will be rewarded by one person coming from your time to aid you in the next stage of the task. Periodically, you will find that someone else from the future will come to aid you. They may be anyone or anything. Your first task is to remember who you are, and as such almost all your memories will be taking away. All you will remember is your first name. There were complications since Dumbledore got a hold of your belongings and showed them to McGonagall, but all memory of that will be erased from their minds. I have placed a strong charm on all your belongs. Only you will be able to unlock your trunk or use you things. If I need to tell you more you will appear in this room, and I'll show up after Merlin sings. Have a brownie; it'll take you back to your body. You should wake up as soon as you get back to your body, but to everyone who is watching, a week will have gone past," with that, the man picked up a brownie and disappeared. ~

~~~~~~~Infirmary~~~~~~

James, Remus, and Sirius watched as the boy suddenly sat up. He looked around the room with a confused expression on his face. James spoke before the boy had a chance to. "Here, have a glass of water, you're throat will be sore," he said in a paternal fashion. He watched as the boy drank the clear liquid. He felt vaguely guilty, as Pomfrey had put a truth serum in the water.

"Where am I?" questioned the boy.