Harry awoke to a mass of white hair on his face.
'No, Crookshanks, let me sleep…'
'I am not Crookshanks, Harry.' Came a familiar voice.
With a jolt, Harry remembered what had happened, and willed himself to go back to sleep. This was all a bad dream…
'Harry, just now, when I said I was your father, it was all a joke. I didn't think you would react so strongly to it.'
Upon hearing this, Harry felt slightly better. He sat up and drank a warm potion offered by Dumbledore.
'Now, I was going to suggest something you've encountered before. You do have Voldemort's wand, don't you?'
As a matter of fact, Harry had Voldemort's wand in his robes. As he took it out, he noted that it was almost identical to his own, only that the colour was darker, the wood was more aged, and there was the Dark Mark on it.
'Hmm, yes, this is the wand which killed your parents, isn't it?'
Suddenly, Harry knew where Dumbledore was getting at. He wanted to set up a connection between the two wands that would cause the reverse spell effect as the two wands shared cores. Priori Incantatem.
'Professor, you're planning to use the reverse spell effect?'
'Yes, I knew you'd see it my way. '
There were details to be discussed, and the two deliberated on how to go about their task late into the night.
The next evening found two figures in professor Dumbledore's office, framed by the huge window and Fawkes' cage.
'ready?'
'yeah' was the breathless response from Harry.
'On three… One… Two…'
Harry hoped this would work. His aim wasn't that good…
'..Three!'
Slightly flustered and forgetting everything the two of them had discussed, Harry shouted the first spell which came to his mind. Most Unfortunate. It was the punching bag spell, called that for the simple reason that it made its victims feel like a punching bag. Even more unfortunately, It was off-target. Harry just had time to see the surprised look on Dumbledore's face as he was pummeled by invisible hands when the stunning spell hit him.
Everything was going fuzzy again…
The two awoke about an hour later, one rather red, the other also red, but for an entirely different reason.
'Let's try this again, Harry.'
Slightly embarrassed, Harry counted to three.
On three, a bolt of red erupted from the wand held by Dumbledore while a stream of water shot out of Harry's. The two met in mid air… and froze, merging into a single yellow thread with many beads on it.
'Push hard, Harry!' Shouted Dumbledore, who was holding on as hard as he could to the wand. The wand was shaking very hard…. Suddenly one of the beads entered the wand, and a ghost of the dark mark appeared. They kept at it for half an hour. By then, both of them were exhausted. Suddenly, Harry's parents appeared, both of them cloudy ghosts…
'Mom… Dad…' Harry was speechless for a moment. Then Dumbledore's choked whisper brought him back from above. 'Harry… ask them quickly… I can't hold this for long…'
'Mom, Dad, where did I come from? Am I truly your son?'
'Son, we knew it would come to this someday… Go to the house we once lived in… There is a compartment in the wall… Go to the closet under the stairs and enter… Place your hand on the wall facing the door and you will see…'
'But what is there? Why don't you just tell me straight?'
'Harry! I can't hold it, we have only seconds before the wand disintegrates!'
'Yes, Thanks! Mom! Dad! What is it?'
Harry hadn't noticed, but the excitement of seeing his parents was making him push the beads on the golden thread extra hard…
His mother opened her mouth, as if to say something, but at that very moment, there was a golden explosion in front of him, and Voldemort's wand burst apart, throwing him and Dumbledore backward onto their backs.
As he hit, the wall, he heard his mother's whisper…
'Go to the secret compartment…'
'Mom! Come back!'
There was no answer.
Without looking, Harry already knew what he would see. After he had adjusted his glasses, which had been skewed by the force of the explosion, he looked.
His Parents were no longer there.
There would be no further contact with his parents, the wand had made sure of that. He had seen his parents for the last time.
'Harry!' came Dumbledore's voice, cutting into his thoughts. 'Did you get the answer?'
'No, the wand burst just as my mother was about to say something… It's alright, we know where the compartment is.' Harry heard himself saying. Once again, he felt a bit foolish.
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