'You are my father? Hey, wait! Don't die! Tell me how! Where!' Trying to keep Voldemort from dying, Harry frantically used every spell he knew on Voldemort.

'Stupefy! Impedimenta!'  Harry shouted, hoping to keep Voldemort's spirit from leaving. Unfortunately, the combination of spells did not go too well. Voldemort choked once, his muscles going rigid, and breathed his last. 'Ahhh! screamed Harry. 'You idiot! Don't die on me!'

Poor Harry. Should have paid a bit more attention in class, shouldn't he? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Well, his chance had gone. Opportunity had knocked on the door and he had blasted it clear to London.

Well, what was he to do now? He had better find some help. So thinking, he apparated back to Hogwarts. At least, he tried to. He remembered a little too late that it was not possible to apparate into the Hogwarts grounds. He landed with a bump, somewhere outside the grounds. Within the Whomping Willow's reach, in fact.

Ten minutes later, a very bruised Harry was picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off. Not that he needed dusting off, the Willow had made sure of that. I guess I know what a carpet feels like after being dusted, he thought to himself. He supposed he was still dazed from the fight with his father.

He went in and went up to the corridor where Dumbledore's office was. "Cockroach Cluster!' He tried, doubting that it would work. It didn't. He tried again. 'Fizzing Wheebe! Canary Cream! Irontooth Gobstopper! Lemon Sherbert!'

A passing student passed by and stared at him strangely.

'Mister Potter! Can it be the great Harry Potter himself?' The boy was clearly in awe. 'Do you need help?"

'Well… Yes. I'm trying to get into-'

'-Dumbledore's office.' The boy finished for him.

'Why, yes! But how did you know?'

'Oh, Dumbledore's office isn't here anymore. It's been moved. I read it in "Hogwarts: An Updated History." '

Harry felt foolish. He wondered how he must have looked, shouting at a statue. No matter what, he must have looked stupid. Never mind, at least nobody had seen him.

The student took him to a main corridor on the 4th floor and left him in front of a stone globe on a pedestal. Harry resumed his guessing of the password. Before he could say much, the globe spun and the entire pedestal sunk into the ground. In front of him was Albus Dumbledore. Harry tried to recover from his surprise.

'Why, Harry, It's been a while since we last met, hasn't it? Come in and sit down for a bit.' said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.

Harry went in.

'Professor, how did you know I was outside?'

'Ah, since I moved to this new office, we've had a voice and Visual version of a portkey installed. I can see everyone and everything outside my office.

Hearing this, Harry felt even more foolish than ever.

Still feeling foolish, he took a closer look at the man in front of him. Albus Dumbledore had not aged a year since Harry had last seen him. His hair was still silver, and he still had on that bemused smile. He still radiated power. He still had his beard. In fact, nothing about him had changed at all.

'Professor Dumbledore, I have good news and I have bad news. Do you want the good or the bad news first?'

'The good news first, please.'

'Well, the good news is that Voldemort's dead. I killed him in a duel.'

'Well, that's marvelous. The magical community is now free of a menace. How about the bad news?'

The bad news is… He says that he's my father.'

'He's your father? No! That cannot be!'

'Why?'

'Because…Because… I am your father!'

Harry gripped the armrests of his chair, but he seemed to be falling. Dumbledore's concerned face looked in on him, but it was like looking through a long tunnel which was getting longer… Now someone had placed wire mesh over the tunnel… Everything was going fuzzy and black….

Then it was gone.

A/N: Next chapter out soon. If you've read this far, please let me know what you think of it!