I know it's been a long time, but here I go... again.

Chapter 6

When Harry awoke, he didn't open his eyes, hoping to god that he had had some awful dream. But even without opening his eyes, he knew that was just a lie. Instead of lying on a soft bed in his warm apartment, Harry could tell that he was lying on hard boards in a cold dungeon. He felt Dumbledore's presence in the room, and without opening his eyes. "I can't go back, can I." It wasn't a question.

"No," came Dumbledore's reply, "but if you could, would you really want to?" Harry opened his eyes, and looked at Dumbledore with an expression of grim acceptance. "I feel I owe you an apology," Dumbledore continued, "I had a choice, After Hermione was freed, we could go back to Britain and fight the Death Eaters. Or I could continue searching for you, knowing in full well that you would be put in extreme danger. I did what I did because..." Dumbledore paused for breath, "I had to."

"A long long time ago, there was an Egyptian Wizard named Amon Ra. He had the ability to change whatever he wanted, to remake magic as he saw fit. He became known as a deity, and made sure he was never challenged by restricting every other Witch or Wizards use of magic to the need of a simple object full of concentrated magic. Which is why we need wands to cast spells."

Harry, many lessons being remembered, looked up at him. "I didn't know that." Dumbledore chuckled. "Very few people do, it's one of the worlds best kept secrets." "But, what about wandless magic? I've heard of that happening." "Oh, it's possible for a magical being to summon enough concentration to break the barrier, but it is very hard and very rare."

"But Harry, the point is that recently, the oracle had made a prophecy." At that moment, Harry had made a face, as if he were about to say something, but Dumbledore put out his hand to hush him. "That in a time of need, when all magic people will lose hope, the reincarnation of Amon, will redo the dark ones fall." Harry nodded slowly, taking it all in. "The oracle said that the dark one was Voldemort. And many of us were dedicated to finding the reincarnation of Amon Ra. Harry, I did what I did because I believe that search is over." Harry looked at him, not believing. So, Dumbledore hadn't come to rescue him because he was a good friend, because he was willing to fight. Dumbledore had rescued him because he was going to save the world, or so some oracle had said. Harry clearly remembered Professor Trelawney, and her constant predictions of Harry's death. None of which have come true yet.

"I wanted to give you this." Continued Dumbledore, standing up. "After I heard that you were captured, I searched the ruins of Petunia's and Vernon's house, and found it, strangely intact." Dumbledore pulled from his pocket a small stick, which Harry immediately identified as his wand. "I hope you will use it to such good effect as you did before."

"Rest, Harry. You're going to need it." "For what?" Replied Harry, looking up at him quizzically. "Your training."

* * *

"Morning, did you sleep?" Harry looked up as Dean Thomas entered the room. Harry shook his head. "You will tonight, I guarantee it. Me and Ron will be the operators for your stay in this dungeon." Harry shook Dean Thomas's hand again, but he sensed something different about him, he had sensed it last time he shook his hand, as well as when he hugged Ron, he hadn't said anything because he couldn't put his finger on it, but now he realized what it was. "You - you're a muggle!" Dean just chuckled. "Yes, well spotted. One of the conditions of Ron's release and mine was that they strip us of all magic. So, instead of going out with you in the real world, Ron and me stay here. But don't worry, there's a surprising amount of us back at Hogsmeade." Harry smiled faintly. "Hmm, I remember Hogsmeade." "Yeah," laughed Dean again, "live long enough and you might see it again. Mind you, it's quite different since when we went to Hogwarts, there's a huge wall around it, and it's so crowded, they had to build these huge underground caves."

"You know, I'm not supposed to talk about this, but if it is you, if you really are the reincarnation. Well, very exciting. But it's funny that you had been right under Dumbledore's nose for four years straight, and he didn't recognize you."

This conversation had happened during the time they walked from Harry's tiny bedroom to the main chamber. Dean Gestured Harry to sit in one of the comfortable seats. As Harry sat down, Dean began to fiddle with all the magic gizmos at the desk. Harry looked up, there was another 'screen' on the roof. There was a picture of him, and the word 'Jujitsu' next it. "Jujitsu?" he asked. "I'm going to learn Jujitsu?" Dean winked at him, "Yep, 'accelerated learning', one of the greatest magical discoveries of the twenty-first century." At this, he tapped something on the rune board. A soft white beam flowed from the large 'screen' on the ceiling into Harry. He went rigid for a second, and then everything went black.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and gasped for breath "Hey, look at that, I think he likes it. How about some more?" Harry looked at Dean, sitting there smiling at him. He felt out of breath, yet strangely invigorated. "Hell yes." He said breathlessly, and lay down again, waiting for the bright light.

* * *

Dumbledore swept into the main chamber, there was Dean sitting at the rune board rubbing his eyes, and Harry sitting in one of the comfortable chairs, jerking, a beam of light flooding from the roof into him. "How is he?" He asked in his old yet alert voice. "Ten hours straight, he's a machine." Suddenly, the bright light stopped and Harry opened eyes. Dumbledore nimbly walked up to him. "I know spells," said Harry "I know Avada Kedavra." "Show me." Said Dumbledore, who settled himself in another comfortable chair.

"This, is the Dueling Hall, it is an array within the construct. Created by magic, this place doesn't exist. But it has been created to mimic the effects of the real world, effects like gravity. But these 'rules' are like the rules of magic. As Voldemort has found out, and you as well no doubt, some can be bent, others broken." Harry looked around the Dueling Hall; it was a long thin hall with a low roof. It had a carpet in the center, consisting of different degrees of crescent moons. "Do you understand?" Harry nodded, pulling out his wand from his robes. "Now," said Dumbledore, going into the dueling stance, "try to hit me if you can."

The first blast came from Dumbledore's wand, just as Harry had begun to speak. He tried to jump out of the way, but the red blast hit him, sending him careening into the wall. Harry sat there shaking his head, then without warning, he jumped up "Expelliarmus!" With ease, Dumbledore swished his wand, sending the yellow bolt to the floor, ricocheting into the wall and straight on to Harry. Who quickly cast "Rictusempra!" Which ran head long into the Expelliarmus spell. Both collided in mid air, Expelliarmus was sent careening into a wall while Rictusempra headed for Dumbledore, who again swished his wand. This time he didn't waste anytime, it deflected towards Harry, and before he could do anything, he was on the floor in an uncontrolled fit of laughter. This had all happened in a few seconds. "Finite Incantatem!" Roared Dumbledore, and Harry abruptly stopped laughing. "Good," called Dumbledore, "adaptation, improvisation. But your weakness is not your technique." Before Dumbledore had finished talking, Harry jumped up.

"Dumbledore is fighting Harry Potter!" called Colin Creevey, as he entered the mess chamber. He had walked into the main chamber and saw on the small screen, the two of them dueling. At this news, everyone who sitting there eating. Lavender Brown, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Seamus Finnigan. All of them, literally jumped out of their chairs, two even jumped over the table, and ran into the main chamber. Colin Creevey had to move out of the way.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore and Harry were still dueling. Harry was still being hit by spells, but only one had an affect on him, and that was to throw him against the wall. The others merely brought him to his knees, but he soon jumped up again. "Triplicus!" yelled harry, and three green balls of energy poured from his wand, spreading out horizontally. Then Dumbledore did something Harry didn't expect, he ran to a wall, jumped up, and flipped off it. Spinning in midair, he pointed his wand at Harry. "Alarte Ascendele!" At this, Harry was thrown up into the roof, and he fell back down again. He tried to get up, but couldn't.

"How did I beat you?" Harry slowly rolled onto his back and sat up. Dumbledore was standing right in front of him. "You're - you're too powerful." Dumbledore smiled his knowing smile. "Do you think that my being faster and more powerful has anything to do with my age, or my experience?" Harry exhaled, thinking over what Dumbledore had just said. "Harry, Magic is belief. Don't think about it. To think is to sit and ponder, like you are now. To believe is to do. Take action, Harry. Believe in the words, in the magic. If you believe it, then you do it." Harry got up grumpily "Yeah, great. More enigmatic statements. How's this for a profound quote. 'Trying is the first step to failure.'" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses. "Yes, but failure is caused by a lack of belief." Even Harry laughed. "Again!" called Dumbledore returning to his side of the hall.

This time, Harry concentrated hard on his will. That must have helped, because Dumbledore didn't hit him once. He either dodged or deflected every spell, or maybe Dumbledore was being easy on him. But Harry tried as hard as he could to hit Dumbledore, but no spell seemed to hit him. "What are you waiting for?" yelled Dumbledore. "You're more powerful than this." He deflected a spell into a wall. "Don't think you are, believe you are."

As Harry and Dumbledore exchanged blows, none of which hit each other. Harry knew that he was getting nowhere. He had to get closer. The rest of the group was standing around the screen Dean was seated at. "Wow, look at his power ratio!" Colin pointed to the self-writing parchment as the quill began to whiz along it, automatically writing a line-graph that steadily rose higher. "It's way above normal!" He squeaked in his mousy voice.

Harry had noticed it too. He saw his spells become stronger, faster, and larger. But he had made it a few feet closer to Dumbledore, who seemed to have not noticed. Then, it happened. As Dumbledore cast a "Verte Statum!" Harry jumped right over it, over a rafter, and as he was in mid-air yelled out "Immobulous!" and landed on the other side of Dumbledore. Harry's veins were thumping with adrenaline. He walked around Dumbledore, meaning to cast a spell, as a payback. Something to knock him off his feet, but noticed that Dumbledore was smiling. "You did it Harry, you willed it to be so. I have never seen anyone moves that fast before. Except for a Death Eater."

Harry whispered. "Finite Incantatem." Then to Dumbledore. "I know what you're trying to do." "I'm trying to free your mind. To have you believe that you are what I know you are. Dean, present the 'jump' array." This last part he said as if Dean was standing next to him. But suddenly Harry found himself on top of a building, there was a large highway separating this one, from another one. But apart from that, there was blank whiteness as far as the eye could see. "Give me your wand Harry." Harry cautiously handed Dumbledore his wand, who pocketed both Harry's and his own. "You have to let all go, Harry. Fear, doubt, disbelief. Don't think about it, Harry, believe it." And with that, he threw himself off the building, Harry was about to call out, when instead falling down, Dumbledore soared the twenty metres straight to the next building, and landed perfectly on top with a dull thud.

"Whoa." Was all Harry could say. He had never seen anyone do anything like that with a wand, let alone without. "Okie dokie." Said Harry to himself. "Believe it, that's all I have to do, believe it."

Back on the ship everyone was still looking intently at the screen. But they were watching Harry on the roof. "What if he makes it?" Asked Colin. "No one makes the first jump." Replied Seamus. "I know," answered back Colin quickly. "But what if he makes it?" "He won't." Seamus replied firmly, meaning the discussion was ended. But Hermione was concentrating on the screen, and Draco was the only one who heard her mutter, under her breath. "Come on."

Back on the building, Harry yelled out loud "BELIEVE IT!" and jumped over the ledge... But instead of soaring through the air, he plummeted down. As he began to near the gravel road, everything faded to black. And he found himself back in the main chamber, with his eyes closed. Everyone around the monitor groaned and the group began to dissipate. "Wha - what does that mean?" Asked Colin again. "It doesn't mean anything." Replied Lavender, walking away. "She's right," Harry opened his eyes as he heard, for the first time in his life, Draco say something pleasant another human being. "Everybody falls for the first time. "Right Herm?" But Hermione had already walked away.

* * *

"I don't remember you ever bringing me dinner." Said Draco, as Hermione left Harry's room with a tray. "There's something about him, isn't there?" Hermione looked at him quizzically. "Don't tell me you're a believer now?" Draco shook his head, with a grin. "No, I just keep wondering, if Dumbledore was so sure, why doesn't he take him to see The Oracle." Hermione looked at him, and said. "Dumbledore will take him when he is ready." And walked away. Leaving Draco looking after her.

A/N Well, that took ages. But it's done, and it's up. Harry duels, we find out more about their past. And well, you see.