Author's Note: Many of you readers have asked, about what's happening back in Harry's time. Since there was a lot of questioning about that, I add something about it in this chapter. Although I had to cut a section out, it would have made this chapter too long. So here it is, Chapter 15. I hope you like it.
Notation: /Thoughts/
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The stars were shining brightly in the night sky, giving a beautiful twinkling display to anyone who was wake at that hour of the night. Normally the only ones who would be awake at this time, would be the castle guards assigned to patrol the grounds. But there was one person who was still awake, and he wasn't enjoying the night. He had awoken from a nightmare, earlier during the night.
~Flashback~Standing in a mist filled void, Harry slowly turned around surveying the area trying to see where he was. He could find nothing that could tell him where he was. Harry quickly spun around when he heard faint voices in the distant. He cringed his ear to try and hear it better. Slowly the voices started to get louder and clearer. Harry didn't see anything but he recognized what was happening by listening, as it always happened when a dementor came close to him. It was the night Voldemort murdered his parents. Harry couldn't do anything except listen, as his hands covered his ears wasn't helping much.
After several agonizing minutes of hearing his parents fight for their lives to protect him, the voices disappeared. Harry looked up only to find himself in the graveyard after touching the cup during the Third Task. He heard a rustling sound behind him. Turning to see what it was, he saw himself and Cedric on the ground. / No, please not this. / Harry begged, knowing what was going to happen. He didn't want to witness those events again, as he had constantly seen them during the summer. Harry was trying very hard not to cry when it ended. When it did end and a white mist slowly filled the area, obscuring his vision.
When the mist cleared Harry found himself standing outside of Hogwarts castle. Or what was left of Hogwarts. As he surveyed the landscape, what he saw was made his stomach turn. The castle lay in ruins; where massive walls and towers once stood were nothing no but piles of rumble. The grass in the surrounding area had been burned off the ground, while in the forbidden forest Harry could see patches of thick black smoke rising in the already darken sky. He assumed that the cause of those towers of smoke were fires in the forest.
As Harry continued to look over the land he could see that Hogsmeade, the small town near Hogwarts was destroyed. He could smell the scent of burning wood, but there was something else; there was the feeling of fear, blood, and death in the air. Harry already knew that Voldemort was the reason why everything was destroyed. For above both Hogwarts and Hogsmeade was the eerie image of a skull with a snake sticking out of its mouth, it was the Dark Mark.
"Harry?" Spoke a ghostly voice behind him.
Harry tensed immediately recognizing the voice. He slowly turned around to see the ghostly white image of Hermione; her face one of sadness, angst, and pain. She looked the same the last time he had seen her, but was extremely pale and transparent. Harry quickly realized that he was looking at a ghost. He felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard her voice; there was nothing but agony in it.
"Hermione?" He asked back.
"Why? Why Harry?" Her haunted voice asked.
"Why, what?" As he approached her slowly.
"Why weren't you here, when we needed you, Harry?" She asked, looking up at him with empty eyes.
"Hermione, what happened?" Harry asked nervously.
"Why weren't you with us, Harry? How come you weren't there to protect us? To protect me?" Hermione asked again.
"Hermione, you know that I would do anything to protect everyone. Especially you. You have to believe." He pleaded, desperately to her.
Hermione's empty eyes than turned dark red staring right at Harry sending cold chill down his spine. Suddenly ghostly images of people he knew appeared behind Hermione. Harry could see his parents, Cedric, Sirius, Remus, Ron, the rest of the Weasleys, the professors, and the rest of the students of Hogwarts were standing behind her with the same dark red glow in their eyes. As Harry looked into their eyes, all he could feel was anger directed at him. Harry was feeling very scared right now, and slowly took a small step backwards.
"You killed us Harry. You killed us all." They answered in unison, as they could a step forwards to him. Harry took another step back, and they took another forward.
"No. No. I didn't kill you. All of you know that I wouldn't do that, I could never harm any of you." He pleaded, but they didn't seem to have heard him at all.
"It's all your fault. Everything is your fault." The ghostly images of his friends, family, and people he knew called out. They slowly continued to advance on to him.
"No please, all of you have to believe me." Harry had never been more afraid in his life till that very moment. / No. None of this is my fault. / Harry repeatedly thought. But with the ghostly images continued to approach him and repeat what they were saying. It was really getting to Harry now, no matter how much he tried to block out their voices. He fell to his knees holding his hands over his ears, as they continued to get closer.
"No. No, please." Harry begged with tears starting to fall from his eyes.
"NO!" Harry's eyes snapped open. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Slowly sitting up in his bed, Harry wiped some of the sweat that had gathered on his forehead. Taking slow deep breaths, he slowly got out of bed and made his way to the balcony doors. Stepping out into the cool midnight air, Harry felt a bit more relaxed than he did a few moments ago. Taking a seat on the smooth stone railing, Harry stared into the clear night sky thinking about the nightmare he just had, and allowed his tears to fall freely.
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Lily was peacefully sleeping in her chambers with James, was now awake for reason. Opening her eyes, she looked around to see that everything seemed fairly normal. She tried to go back to sleep, but found that task more difficult than expected. Lily wasn't sure how, but she felt like something wasn't right.
Slowly getting out of bed so not to disturb James, she put on a simple robe to keep warm. Suddenly she felt like she needed to be somewhere. After making her way into the corridor, Lily let her instincts guide her. As Lily walked along the corridors, she quickly recognized the direction that she was heading. It was to Harry's chambers. Upon realizing that Lily quickened her pace.
Finally reaching the door to Harry's chambers, Lily quietly opened it and entered. Scanning the room, Lily didn't see anything wrong at first till she saw that the bed was empty. Moving over to the bed, she saw that it was intend vacant, unaware that the balcony doors were open and that Harry was outside. Lily was starting to get really scared, as she couldn't find him anywhere. But a gentle breeze brought her out of her thoughts. She turned around to see that the balcony doors were open. A chill ran down her back, suddenly hoping that Harry didn't do anything extreme.
Slowly walking to the doors, and stepping out onto the balcony; Lily breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Harry was there. But her relief was short lived when she saw Harry's face. Lily could clearly see that he was crying a lot not too long ago. Harry was sitting on the stone railing with his arms wrapped around his legs, with his head resting on his knees. His face held pain filled expression, and his eyes held a lost look.
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After crying for who knows how long, Harry finally settled down. Still keeping his knees hugged close to him; he started to think about his friends and what could be happening now that he was no longer there. / What am I going to do? May be they're better without me. No. / Harry sighed shaking that thought out of his head. /Merlin knows that they in more danger now than before. And I want to protect them. But I can't if I'm stuck here in the past. Voldemort could be doing anything now. He could be attack Hogwarts right now and I can't to a blast it thing about it. / He thought angrily. / I… I don't know what to do anymore. / Harry thought to himself sadly. He always thought of a way to protect his friends because to him, their lives were more important than his own. But now, he truly didn't know what to do this time. He was lost.
As Harry gazed up at the night sky, he became aware that he was no longer alone. But he didn't need to look at the person to know who it was. He just knew, somehow.
"I know you're there, Lily." He quietly spoke up, not even turning around.
Lily was a little startled that Harry knew she was there without even turning around, but quickly recovered. "Harry, what are you doing out here?"
"Just thinking." Was his only reply.
Lily slowly moved over to Harry, till finally she was standing next to him. Taking a closer look at him, she could tell that he was doing more than just thinking. "About what?"
Harry was fighting an inner battle. He didn't really want to talk about it, but he wanted to talk to someone. He just didn't know what to do. Unsure of what to do and remembering the pain of his nightmare was bringing his tears back up again, Harry laid his forehead on his knees and let his tears fall. He didn't care that Lily was there seeing him cry.
Lily could see that Harry was fighting with himself on whether or not to tell her what was wrong. Than she saw in Harry's eyes, pain, intense pain. She was surprised at how strong it was, as she watched Harry breakdown in tears before her. Lily didn't know what to do; she never had a child so she was unaccustomed of what to do. But some where within her a deep instinct started to take over, and she let it. Moving right next to Harry, Lily gently pulled him in to tender hug.
Harry let out all emotions while being held by Lily and wrapped his arms around her. Lily at the same time had not moved once since pulling Harry into her arms and allowed Harry to cry on her shoulder. The two stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but was actually only a few minutes. After running out of tears, Harry calmed down and slowly pulled himself out of their hug.
"Thank you." Harry spoke, as he wiped his red eyes of remaining tears.
"You're welcome." Lily replied, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. She was certain that Harry would need some kind comfort to help him get through this night. "Can you tell me why you're out here?" She asked.
For the next half hour Harry retold the grueling nightmare he had experienced earlier during the night to Lily. During the whole thing Harry was trying with all his might not to start crying again. Lily for her part was speechless from the nightmare that Harry had. She was sure that Harry was trying not to cry to show, but she certainly wouldn't blame him if he did. All she felt was sympathy for Harry, for having to have to experience that kind of nightmare. At that moment Lily made a promise to herself that she would everything in her power to help Harry get through and pass his nightmares.
"I'm sorry. You must think I'm weak for crying over a silly nightmare." Harry's voice was hoarse from all the crying. His voice though did bring Lily out of her thoughts catching the last part of what he said.
"No Harry. I don't think you're weak. In fact I think you're very brave. By facing the kind of nightmare that you experienced and sharing it with me, shows that you aren't going to let it control you." She offered. After hearing Lily, Harry did felt a little better than he did earlier. He offered Lily a small smile, showing his thanks and Lily returned it. Than Harry's smile turned to a frown, remembering the last part of the dream.
"But what am I going to do?" Harry looked down to the stone floor. "Now that I'm here, completely safe from Voldemort. Who is to protect everyone from him, now that I gone? Everyone was expecting me to defeat him. I can't do anything here in the past. I can't do anything to protect my friends and those I love." Tears were starting to well up in his eyes again. "I don't know what to do anymore." Laying his head on Lily's shoulder. "I'm all alone now."
As much as Lily wanted to tell Harry that he was wrong, she couldn't. From Harry perspective what he was saying was true. If there was only thing she learned about Harry, it was that he would anything to protect his friends. No matter what the cost, he would do it. But now that Harry had been with them in Atlantis for almost a week and a half, they weren't sure on what was happening in his time period. More so was that Harry really couldn't do anything as long as he was here. But she totally disagreed with Harry's idea that he was alone.
"Harry, listen to me?" Lily spoke softly looking at him. Harry kept his head down. "Harry, look at me?" Using her hand, she gently tilted his head so he was looking at her. "Listen to me very carefully. You are not alone Harry. I know that you know nobody here in Atlantis, much less anyone 5,000 years in the past. But you are not alone I want to help you. I don't expect both of us to suddenly get along in one day. I know that James and I make you feel a little uncomfortable seeing as that we both look like your parents, but I don't want that to stop you from getting to know us better. I am not asking you to let us replace your parents or anything, just let us help. We will be there for you, let us help you. Remember you're not alone." Lily's eyes did not waver from Harry's, because she had meant every single word. Harry could see that she meant it the whole time. / I'm not alone. / Harry thought, as his eyes started to water.
As Lily gazed at Harry, she couldn't help the motherly instinct to comfort Harry that was flowing through her right now. She often wonder what if would feel like to have a child, to be able to talk about their problems and to being there when they wanted comfort. / Is this what it feels like to be a mother? / She thought. She saw that Harry's eyes were watering up again she only smiled. She realized that Harry never did have someone to talk to about things. Harry was always alone. He was forced to grow up before he was even suppose too, and he was used to be alone. But when he finally went to Hogwarts he didn't have to do things alone. But now that he was here in the past; he doesn't have anyone to turn to. Upon coming to this realization, Lily pulled Harry in another warm embrace, which he accepted without hesitation.
Harry basked in the warmth of Lily's arms, knowing that she would be there for him. / So this is what it feels like to be wanted. / He had never felt this kind of warmth from anyone, except Mrs. Weasley. But now that he was receiving it here at the moment, he was not going to left so soon. At the same time Lily was thinking of ways to help Harry with his dilemma, while he held him in her arms. Just than Lily had a possible idea, although she wasn't sure it would work it was worth a try. She decided to ask Harry and see what he thought about it.
"Harry?" She called softly. Hearing his name being called, Harry pulled slightly out of her arms. "I think I might have an idea, about what to do." She saw that Harry was quickly interested. "Okay, here's my idea. What I suggest is, we talk to Galen tomorrow morning. If he was able to bring you back through time, maybe there's a way to contact or send a message to the future." After explaining her idea, Lily waited for Harry's opinion.
"Do you think, he can help?" Harry asked, still pondering the idea. But Lily could see that there was a small sparkle of hope in his eyes, something she hadn't seen since he arrived.
"It's possible. We've already seen that Galen can do things that no ordinary person or wizard can do." Lily replied, holding up the back of her hand up between them. Harry too, raised his hand so that it was next to hers. Both then willed their blood marker to appear. Simultaneously their markers appeared. The silver and gold image of the Royal Atlantis Family Crest glowed beautifully on the back of the right hands. Both silently agreed that Galen was certainly capable of many things that most people weren't.
"You're right. Let's talk to Galen tomorrow." Harry barely voiced, as he covered a yawn with his hand. His eyes were extremely heavy now, and he was having trouble keeping them open.
Lily gave a small smile, seeing Harry was very tired and fighting to stay awake. "I think it's time you go back to bed. Come on." Lily encouraged as she pulled Harry to stand up. She walked him through the balcony doors and to his bed. After getting Harry in to his bed and under the blankets, he was practically asleep already but she could see that he was still fighting to stay awake. Brushed a few strands of his hair off his forehead, she softly spoke. "Get some rest."
As Lily was about to get off the bed, she was stopped by the tight grip of Harry's hand on her arm. She looked back down to see that there was a slight fear in his eyes. / He must be afraid, that he'll have another nightmare. / She could see it in his eyes that he didn't want to be left alone tonight. Lily quickly realized again, that Harry never had anyone grown ups to comfort him when he was younger and had a nightmare. / He's never had anyone to mother him. / Lily thought, as the same feeling earlier this evening came back to her, making her want to comfort Harry. She of course did not fight it. Smiling down at Harry, she got comfortable on the bed propping up a bunch of the soft pillows against the headrest. After that Lily leaned against the pillows in a relaxed sitting up position. Harry lay down next to her and fell asleep, while she gently ran her fingers through some of his loose hair, which helped him relax.
After several minutes Lily herself was starting to fall asleep, till she had a small whimper coming from her side. She looked down to see that it was Harry. Based on the expression on his face she guessed that he was having another nightmare. / He just can't seem to get any peace. Even in his dreams. / She thought. She gently shifted both herself and Harry, so that Harry's head was resting on her lap. Lily continued to run her fingers through his hair, while she whispering comforting words to him. Lily could see that it was helping a little but not much. / Maybe a song can help him rest peacefully. / She thought as it usually did for little children. But again she remembered that Harry didn't have that kind of caring childhood. / This would be the first song that was ever sung to him. / Lily actually felt honored to be the first person to sing Harry to sleep and chase away his nightmares. Continuing to run her through his hair to sooth him physically, Lily took a gentle breath before she started to sing.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadow's call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now…
As Lily finished the last note of the song she gazed down, to see that Harry was sound asleep with no expression of pain or fear on his face, but a content smile telling her that he was finally sleeping peacefully. Lily smiled, seeing Harry sleeping so peacefully he looked like a little angel. Laying her head back against the pillows behind her so not to disturb Harry, Lily too fell into a deep restful sleep with a small smile on her face. (A/N: I know this song is "May it be" by Enya from LOTR. I just happen to like it and it is very relaxing for those of you who heard it; that's why I'm using it. And in some way it fits here, or at least to me it does.)
In the morning that followed, Harry was slowly waking up from the most peacefully and restful sleep he has had in a long time. He still didn't open his eyes yet, as he was just happy staying in the warm bed. As Harry moved a bit, he realized that he wasn't the only one in the bed. He felt his head was on someone's lap. Opening his eyes nervously unsure of what to expect, Harry was relief to see he was looking up at Lily. She was propped up on some pillows against the headrest of his bed still asleep. Than the memories of last night came back to him, he remembered their talk, and him not wanting to be left alone. / She must have stayed with me all night. / As the memories of last night came back to him, he remembered towards the end just he was having a small nightmare he than heard someone singing, which he now guessed was Lily. At the time he wasn't sure where it was coming from, but her voice was beautiful and soothing. As he listened to her voice and song, the nightmare the he was having quickly vanished and was replaced by a peaceful dream.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he felt someone's hand gently brush a few strands of his hair out of his face. He looked up again to see that Lily was now awake and watching over him. Harry offered a smile, which she returned happily.
"How are you feeling?" She asked softly, still running her fingers through his hair.
"Much better. Thank you." Harry thanked and sighed, as he still had not moved out of his position. "Did you stay here all night, Lily?" He asked looking back up at her.
"Yes, I did. You didn't want to be alone, so I stayed. I told before that you're not alone, and you'll have to be alone anymore." Lily reminded him. Harry did remember that. He smiled again and closed his eyes again, committing every feeling he was experiencing at the moment to memory. The feeling of having someone there to comfort him, the warmth, and… Love? Harry knew that this kind of love wasn't the kind that you would get from someone like your soul mate or anything. This kind of love was the only kind that one would receive from a mother. He never experienced it before very much except from Mrs. Weasley. But right now, there was no other feeling in the world that could match what Harry was feeling being with Lily, who in short was his mother though many generations apart. But that didn't matter to him, right now.
"Thank you." Harry whispered. But Lily heard him anyway. As she continued to watch him, Harry's hair started to glow a gentle white till it disappeared a moment later. Now Lily was no longer running her fingers through raven black hair. Instead Harry's hair was now back to it's shining silver lengths and gold colored lightning bolt shaped bangs. Harry too had seen the glow on the side of his vision, and he didn't need to look at his hair to know what happened. Harry was still trying to get use to the fact that his hair was now pretty much its 'normal' or 'natural' state and that the black hair was only a concealing charm.
Lily glanced at the clock to see that it was already 9:00. "Come on Harry. We have to get up. Remember that we still have to talk to Galen about what we talked about last night." She reminded Harry.
Harry nodded in agreement, slowly sitting up and stretching out bit. Lily followed him off the bed and made her way to the door, but turned around before leaving. "Why don't you get something to eat before we talk to Galen? To call the castle elf, just pull that rope next to your bed." She pointed to a thick looking navy blue colored rope that was next to his bed. "I'll go find Galen and inform him of what we want to discuss him. How about 11:00? Does that sound okay with you?" Lily asked, wondering if that would be all right with him.
Harry thought about it for a moment, before agreeing that it would be okay with him. After Lily left his chamber Harry was left alone again. He glanced at the clock again and saw that he still had a lot of time before Lily would return with Galen. Seeing that he had plenty of time, Harry decided that maybe a shower would do him some good. After grabbing some fresh clothes, Harry went to his bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry left his bathroom after having a refreshing shower. As Harry was coming out, he was just finishing tying his damp hair back into a ponytail. He was dress in light brown trousers, white button down shirt, and a tan colored vest. Harry was really grateful for the new clothes as they fit him perfectly, as it wasn't too big or tight. After making sure everything was all right and the phoenix amulet was on, he looked up at the clock. Harry saw that he had plenty of time and decided to have breakfast. Moving over to his bed, he pulled the rope. The sound of a *pop* behind him signaled that a castle elf was there. Turning around there was the little elf awaiting for orders.
"Morning, your prince. What would you like for breakfast?" The little elf asked respectfully and giving a small bow, not meeting Harry's eyes once.
Harry inwardly groaned. / Not even a single day has passed and the castle elves know that I'm part of the royal family. And I only found out last night. / Looking back at the little elf. "I'll eat whatever is in the kitchen at this time." He told the little elf, who nodded and disappeared again.
Harry made himself comfortable in one of the armchairs next to the fireplace, enjoying the gentle cool air breeze coming though the balcony doors. He didn't have to wait very long for the castle elf to return. About a minute later, he returned with a tray of food. The aroma from the food was starting to make his mouth water. The little elf placed the tray on the table in front of Harry; he bowed and left.
After finishing his breakfast the castle elf return to take it before leaving again; Harry slouched in his armchair with a satisfied smile on his face. He found the food was quite good, all of it was just right. The bread smelled like it was fresh out of the oven, the fruit was chilled, the slices of ham were tender, and the juice was wonderful. Harry never food that tasted so good to him at that moment. Glancing at the clock Harry saw that still had a little over an hour left till Lily was suppose to return with Galen hopefully. Seeing that he still had plenty of time, Harry walked over to the bookcase in his room. Running his finger along the books and reading the titles, Harry noticed that the books were a mixture of history, research, and fictional books. Many of the books were average size ones like those used in classes at Hogwarts. Still seeing that he had time, he walked out on to the balcony to see what the outside looked like during the day.
Stepping out on to the open balcony area that he was on last night, Harry felt the brush of a gentle breeze across his face, making his silver billow ever so slightly. The sun was shining brightly in the sky bathing the land with a comfortable warm temperature. Moving of to the railing, Harry bent over to see what was happening on the grounds. Being at a high level above the ground, Harry figured he didn't have to worry about people seeing his hair if they looked up to where he was staying.
Looking down, Harry could see groups of men dressed in armor walking along the castle wall, probably doing their daily patrols. Taking a closer look Harry noticed that his chambers were in front of the castle, since his balcony was facing what appeared to be the main gate. The grounds itself was beautifully well kept and managed. To his right Harry saw a large group of men, all appeared to be training or at least keeping in shape. In the same direction he saw just outside the castle walls, another group except they were on horses doing some training as well. Harry made a mental note, when it was safe to leave his room he would go and explore the grounds; maybe even watch the castle guards train. Moving a little bit, Harry sat on the railing and continued to gaze over the landscape and activities of the grounds.
As Harry watched everyone move around on the grounds continuing their daily lives here, he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of knocking on his doors. Wondering who it was Harry got off the balcony railing and walked over to the doors. Quickly glancing at the clock, Harry was shocked to see that it was 11:00 o'clock. He assumed that he must have really been lost in his thoughts to have not noticed that much time has passed. Opening the doors, Harry came face to face to the smiling faces of Galen and Lily.
"Hello Harry, may we come in?" Galen asked politely.
"Of course." Moving out of the doorway to allow his guests to enter. The trio moved over to the sitting area before they would get down to business. After getting comfortable, Lily decided to start first.
"How are you, Harry?" She asked.
"I'm fine. I feel much better now, than how I felt before." Harry replied with a genuine smile. Lily smiled back, noticing that it was the first real smile she had seen from him. She also took notice that he was dress in the causal clothes they got him, and Harry was looking much more comfortable than he did when he first woke up.
"That's good to hear. Harry, I already explained to Galen about what we talked about last night to him." Harry nodded in understanding. Lily than turned to Galen now. "Do you want to explain it to him?" Lily asked.
"Very well." He replied, before looking at Harry. "Harry, I understand your feelings for your friends back in the future. You're worried that while you're here something could happen them, correct?" Harry nodded. "I am sorry to say that that is something that you nor I can really have any control over." Said Galen sadly. Harry's face fell hearing that.
"Is there nothing that I can do?" Harry asked trying to hold back his tears.
"No, I am afraid not." Galen replied.
As Harry tried to hold back his tears, an idea came to him. Looking back up at Galen. "What if I write a letter? I could write a letter telling everyone that I'm safe and somehow have it deliver maybe a day after I was pulled through time. Could that possibly work?" He asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry Harry," said Galen shaking his head, "that is a good idea but, the chances that the letter doesn't get lost, destroyed, or intercepted before it's time to be deliver is to great. There is that 5,000 year gap that you still have to consider."
Lily could see that Harry was once again, saddened that he couldn't do anything to see if his friends were okay, or tell them that he was all right. "Isn't there anything we could possibly try, Galen?" She asked, trying to boost the sad mood in the room.
"No, I'm afraid any written message won't work. However I do have an idea that might work, but it's risky and a bit dangerous." He cautioned.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"The idea that I'm thinking about it sending a message to a person through their dreams, just like I did while you were recovering in the Hospital Wing last week. This one will be just like that; only this message will have to go through time. The danger is, if the person intended for the message receives it to early before the attack on your school. Harry what happened in your time, up to the point where I took you from the battle must happen as it did. If it doesn't than what you have experienced in the past few day may not or will not happen, and that could be dangerous to you and them."
Harry understood what Galen was trying to say. If they were to go ahead with sending a message through time, there was a risk of changing future events or his history from his point of view. Harry also remembered if the person did somehow change the events before the attack on the school, than he just might be dead from not being pulled through time from the Killing Curse. But at the same time, Harry would be able to at the very least to someone that he was alive and maybe find out how things are going since he left.
"Galen, I want to try it." He said in a firm voice, but you could tell that he was nervous. Harry quickly raised his hand, to stop both Lily and Galen from protesting. "I'm aware of the risk involved in doing this. But I still want to try, if I am able to, I'll be able to tell them that I'm alive and well. Also I can find out what's happening now, that I am no longer there. I am worried about them, and I will do anything I can to protect them." Both Galen and Lily smiled at Harry's words. They could see that Harry was very determined and committed in the protection and care being of his friends.
"That is very brave of you, Harry. I admire you're devotion to your friends. In light of that, I will help you." Galen said, with twinkling eyes. "But I must warn you Harry. Do not tell the person you have chosen, where you are or when. Is that care?" He warned and Harry agreed.
"Is there anything that you'll need Galen?" Lily asked, wondering if there was anything specific required.
"No, there isn't Lily. All that is required is the two of us, Harry and myself." Turning his attention to the young teen waiting anxiously. "Alright Harry, I am going to explain what is required." He nodded and Galen continued. "What I need you to do is before we start, is to clear your mind. Once it's clear, think of the person that you want to talk to and nothing else. Choose carefully though, I don't think I'll be able to do this again for quite some time. After deciding on the person your mind will guide yourself to that person when they're in a dream state, while that is happening it will be my job to cast the spell. The other part of my job is to determine when to precisely send you. You will remain here physically, but your mind will go forward in time for a short way. I don't know how long I can hold the link so don't take too long. Alright?"
Harry nodded in understanding his instructions. Now the hard part was deciding who to choose. Since it could only be one person, and the chances of being able to do this again were slim, Harry had to pick carefully. / Ron? / No, he would think he was hearing things. / Hermione? / At first she would be a good choice, but she's probably very emotional right now. If he did choose her, others would think she was losing it.
Harry sighed sadly, as he thought about Hermione. He was sure that his feelings for her before he left was more than ordinary friendship, but he was scared of her not returning his feelings. He was afraid that he would lose his friendship with her if he told her. Hw was ecstatic when he found out that she did return his feelings that night up at the Astronomy Tower, when she told him that she loved him. But Voldemort had to come at that moment and spoil everything; he didn't even get the chance to tell her that he loved her too. And now here he was in the past alive, while everyone back in his time probably think he's dead. Harry couldn't imagine what Hermione was going through at this time.
Shaking his head, Harry would think about that later, because right now he had to decide who he was going to chose. Harry made a mental list and went down it, person by person. The people he thought about choosing were Sirius, Remus, Arabella, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, McGonagall, and even Snape. But each other them were crossed off the list, all for different reasons. The only person left was Dumbledore, but Harry was still adjusting to the fact that he was his grandfather and he was still a little nervous about it. But putting that fact aside he knew he could trust him with this information. If it spread that he was alive, than the danger to his friends would only increase. Voldemort would capture and torture them, if he found out. Voldemort would make him surrender to him, but seeing that that was impossible; he would eventually kill them. But it only one person knew and kept it to himself, than he could try to keep their spirits up until he returned, whenever that may be. Harry than made his decision. The person he would choose would be Albus Dumbledore.
"I am ready." Looking back up to Galen, who nodded in understanding.
"Alright, let's begin." Shifting over so he was sitting next to Harry. "Harry, I want you to close your eyes and clear your mind of everything, once that's done concentrate on the person you have chosen. I'll know when you're ready, once I see that I'll do my part. Understood?" Galen asked, while preparing himself.
"Yes." Harry said in a confident voice. / I have to make this work. / He thought to himself, while closing his eyes. Harry slowly cleared his mind, blanketing out all external sounds and sensations. When he was fairly certain that this part was completed, he pictured Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and his finally thought with a smile his grandfather.
Galen was clearly watching Harry after he closed his eyes; he had to wait till Harry was in between the waking world and the dream world. Once he saw that Harry was in that state, his staff appeared next to him. Raising it slightly, Galen started to concentrate also. For casting a time spell was difficult, but sending a person's mind to the proper point in time was a completely different problem in itself. He could only hope that Harry had done his part.
All Lily could do was sitting on the armchair and watch them, while also making sure that no one disturbed them. She saw Harry closed his eyes and concentrate; next Galen did the same thing after his staff suddenly appeared next to him. Slowly a light blue colored sphere surrounded both Harry and Galen. Lily didn't know if this was part of the spell, but remained where she was and watched.
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~Back at Harry's Time Period~
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the most prestigious school in the magical world was always a cheery man despite his age; that everyone can look to for encouragement and hope. But now ever since that night two days ago, he had been showing his true age. Everyone could see that he hadn't gotten any sleep whatsoever. Dumbledore had been so busy and nobody could blame him, the Ministry was investigating the incident taking down what witnesses saw, Fudge was saying that it was hocks; still denying that Voldemort has return, news reporters were constantly hounding him and the students, the students themselves seemed to be doing fine but he could see that they were effected by what happened. But the main thing or person that was on concerning him the most was Harry Potter, his grandson.
Everyone who was outside that night had witnessed it. Harry fighting the Death Eaters only, being placed under the Cruciatus Curse, somehow creating a magical shield that withstood the Killing Cruse, and then throwing himself into the path of Killing Curse to protect someone who only Dumbledore knew was Hermione. After the Death Eaters left, everyone looked to where they last saw Harry standing, only to find a piece of charred earth there and no body. He had lost his grandson, who only found out that he was his grandfather. It was a major blow to him, but Albus could tell that the one who was affected the most was Hermione Granger.
After getting everyone back inside the castle, Albus explained everything that happened. Many were shocked, but most of all sadden at the lost of one of there fellow students. Although the older Slytherins were looking rather smug, their happy faces instantly disappeared when Albus told everyone, if anyone so much as speaks badly of Harry Potter they would be expelled from Hogwarts on the spot. He informed the students that their Head of House and other faculty would be there if they needed any help or counseling.
That night everyone mourned the lost of Harry Potter, especially the Gryffindors. But Hermione was the one who was hit the most. Albus had a feeling he knew why, but he wasn't going to say or pry. She had spent the entire night crying, and only fell asleep the next day. Albus hoped that her friends and family could help her.
Albus had just finished writing his report of what happened for the Aurors. Tomorrow would be the first days of classes, and he wasn't looking forward to them. Looking at his pocket watch with planets, Albus saw that it was really late and he needed his sleep if he was going to make it through the week.
After changing into his pajamas, Albus got into bed. Lying there in bed, Albus started making plans on how to find Harry. Although many couldn't see how he could have survived those Killing Curses, he firmly believed that Harry wasn't dead. Even though he read the spell book he found on the ground and read about the spell Harry used in more detail. Logically he knew that the shield, Harry used would only disappear when the caster being Harry had either dispelled it or was dead. After seeing Harry jump in front of the Killing Curses, his mind kept telling him that Harry is most likely dead. However his heart was telling him a different story. His heart kept telling him that this was Harry Potter; he always seemed to do the impossible. In his heart he knew somehow Harry was alive, he just didn't know where and how as it was just a feeling.
Entering his sleeping quarters in the teacher's wings, Albus got ready for bed. After changing into his pajamas, he got into bed for a good nights sleep. But what he didn't know was that he was about to get a visitor tonight.
~Dream~
Albus found himself in a strange land; there was no light as everything was black like a void. Slowly a white mist started to move along the ground. Albus wasn't sure how he was able to see the mist, but he was able to. The odd thing was that Albus didn't feel like he was in any danger whatsoever. Somehow he knew he was asleep, but this certainly wasn't like any dream he ever had before. / Strange? / As he carefully surveyed the area in front of him, he failed to notice that he was no longer alone in the strange void as the new arrival had just appeared behind also looking around trying to make sense of everything around him, until he saw the person in front of him.
After Harry was finally able to clear his mind, he suddenly felt like he was passing through the Floo network. Which wasn't his favorite way to travel in reality or in a dream. The nauseous feeling passed a few seconds later, and Harry found himself in the same mist filled void that he was in the first time he met Galen. Looking around Harry saw the person that he wanted to meet. But now that he was there, Harry didn't know how to start. Harry wanted to tell Albus that he was alive and exchange some information in the time he had, but now the information didn't seem as important anymore. Instead he wanted to get to know Albus, his grandfather better. But right now, Harry was so nervous he didn't know what to do. / Oh Merlin, I'm so nervous. I wish I was in the Gryffindor common room, maybe than I won't be so scared. / Harry thought, as he tried to muster up the courage to speak.
Suddenly the strange mist filled void started to change. Colors started to swirl around both Harry and Albus filling the space they were in. Finally when it was all done, Harry and Albus found themselves in the Gryffindor common room down to very detail. The red and gold them, the plush red furniture, and the warm crackling fire in the fireplace providing a warm atmosphere that Harry knew so well. Feeling much more relax Harry turned his attention to Albus, who at that moment slowly turned around trying to make sense of what was going on till his shocked blue eyes met Harry's emerald eyes.
Albus was trying to figure out what was going on, when suddenly everything change to look just like the Gryffindor common room. Everything was in exact detail of the real room. He could even feel the gentle warmth the fire sent throughout the room, but something could his attention. It was the shadows the fire was casting on the far wall, there was his own shadow that he could tell, but there was another shadow. Seeing that there was another shadow told him that there was some else in the room. Albus guess that this mysterious person was the one responsible for bringing him there. Bracing himself since he didn't know whom this person was, Albus slowly turned around to face the person. However the mysterious person was someone he knew quite well for the past four years since his arrival at the school. If Albus was expecting anyone to see there in his dreams, it certainly wasn't the person he was looking at right now, who happened to be looking back at him. Harry Potter.
Both Albus and Harry stared at each other for an unknown amount of time. Neither of them really knew what to do. Albus emotions were positively stirring. He couldn't believe his eyes, Harry was there standing in front of him looking just like he had during the summer, before he started using the glamour charm. The silence in the room was really starting to get to them till Harry broke it.
"Hello, sir." He offered a small smile, as his eyes started to water slightly at seeing his Headmaster, mentor, and grandfather. Apparently those two words broke the ice.
"Harry?" Albus asked uncertainly. "Is it? Is it really you?" He asked with tears starting to form behind his half-moon glasses.
"Yes..." Harry sniff. "Yes, it's me-" Thinking for a split second. "-grandfather." Harry couldn't believe it; he was looking at his grandfather again. Truthfully when he first was told that he was 5,000 years in the past, he didn't think he would be able to see anyone ever again. But here he was, him and his grandfather.
Neither one of them were able to hold back, their emotions and happiness of seeing each other again. Both Albus and Harry reached out to each other. Harry buried himself in grandfather's arms, while Albus wrapped his arms tightly around his grandson fearing that if he let go Harry would disappear.
Harry loved the fact that he was now in his grandfather's arms, also the fact that he had another living relative in his time aside from the Dursleys. Albus still couldn't believe that he was holding his grandson, his only grandson. Who to him was very much alive. But, how, was what he was wondering; however that could wait until later because right now he didn't care. He thought he had lost Harry only shortly after Harry had found out he was his grandfather but now he was holding his grandson and everything else seemed meaningless. After what seemed like forever the two finally withdrew from each other a little to look at the other's face.
"You're alive?" He asked, still teary eyed.
"Yes." Harry smiled.
"How is it that you're alive? Where are you? How are you doing this?" Were some of the questions that came from Albus. Harry again smiled.
"I'll tell you what I can." Harry offered as he moved to the couch and sat down, and Albus followed. "Um… What should I call you?" He asked sheepishly.
Albus, after hearing that question chuckled. Wiping away the last remaining tears in his eyes, he answered. "Harry I don't care what you call me here. Though I find being address as, grandfather, very pleasing and appropriate." He replied, with his eyes twinkling a bright as ever.
Harry than noticed that his grandfather didn't say anything about his hair. Since he remembered before Galen started the spell his hair was silver and gold. Taking a quick glance at his hair, he was immensely relieved that it was black again. He really didn't feel like having to explain why his hair was silver and gold if his grandfather saw it. Looking back up at Albus, he waited for him to ask his questions again.
Albus saw that Harry was apparently waiting for him to ask his questions again, so he started again only this time more controlled. "Harry how is it that you're alive? You jumped in front of those Killing Curses and I read more on that shield you used. That was very dangerous and foolish of you to use you know." The last sentence was in a stern tone that amazingly sounded like Professor McGonagall scolding him. But Harry certainly didn't blame him for saying that.
"I am sorry, grandfather. I know I shouldn't have used the Shield of Light. But it was the only thing that I could find that would protect you, everyone, and the school from Voldemort. And you have to admit that it did work and it did save the school, when Voldemort and his Death Eaters fired the Killing Curse at the school." Harry replied sheepishly at first, but ended in a firm tone showing that it was a good thing to use the shield in the end.
"Yes, I will admit that it was a good thing that you used the shield. But Harry you knew the consequences of using that shield for a long period of time, and yet you still didn't lower it when you were weakening." Albus said with concern in his voice.
"I know. It was a risk; I was willing to take to protect everyone in the school. Too many people have died because of me, I was not about to let anymore. Voldemort was after me, not you or the school. Just me. I did it to save everyone." Looking back at his grandfather. "Everyone was saved, right?" He asked worriedly. Harry was scared that Voldemort still might have continued to attack, if the Aurors didn't get there in time.
Albus was amazed at the degree of Harry's concern for the safety of the school. Harry had practically sacrificed his life to protect the students and school. Casting a shield that would slowly drain his life away and still fight the most powerful dark wizard in their time. Not many people would even consider doing the latter, yet Harry did it without hesitation. "Yes, Harry. Right after the fight, Voldemort left just as the Aurors were coming onto the grounds." Albus was positively beaming at his grandson's concern, selflessness, courage, and sacrifice.
"Harry, there is something that I still don't understand. How did you survive? Also how you doing this?" Albus asked seriously.
Harry looked up at his grandfather sensing the seriousness of the question. He wasn't sure where to start or how too. Recalling that Galen told him not to say anything about where or when he was, so Harry was at a lost. Thinking quickly Harry came up with a decent story.
"I was saved by someone." He uttered. Albus looked suspiciously at him.
"How and by who?" He asked.
"He transported me from the battle site, to a save place." Harry replied, which was completely true, he just left a few details out. "I'm sorry though I can't tell you his name." Not that it would've matter, if you were 5,000 years in the past. "As for how we able to talk through your dreams. That's thanks to the one who saved me. He cast a spell that's allowing me to talk to you with actually being there with you."
Albus could see it in Harry's eyes, he was telling the truth but he could tell that Harry was leaving out certain details. He figured there must be a reason, so he didn't bother trying to pry it out of Harry. "What happened after you arrived there?"
"The people there are very nice. The healer there healed me and I recovered." Harry answered in a calm voice. All of this was true as well, in part at least.
"That's good to hear, Harry. Can you tell me when you'll be returning?" Albus asked. "Everyone you know thinks you're… Well dead." He stated. Albus had been pondering that question in his head since they started talking.
When Harry the question, he never really asked Galen how long it would be before he return to his time. Galen said that he would train him, in controlling his new power. But he never asked how long it would take. Harry made a mental note to ask Galen that question. "Truthfully, I don't know when I'll be returning. Someone where I'm staying has offered to train me, in the magical arts. I don't know how long it will take. Hopefully it won't take so long. I'm sorry."
Albus was a little disappointed in hearing Harry's answer. But if Harry was going to receive magical training, he really couldn't be that disappointed right? However he still didn't know how long Harry was going to be hidden, in a place where he didn't even know.
"Grandfather? I must ask you not to tell anyone about our meeting when you wake up." Harry requested.
Albus looked at him as if he grew a second head. / Why is Harry asking this of me? Would he want everyone else to know that he was all right? / He thought. "Why?"
"I'm asking you of this, only because it's safer for them and myself. Not that I don't trust the others, but if they knew and mentioned it in passing to each other and one of Voldemort spies heard it. If Voldemort believes it in the slightest, he'll do anything that will make me come out and surrender myself. Voldemort will kidnap and torture them for information and use them as bait, until he has me." Harry answered in a firm tone.
"You see, where I'm staying I can't just leave when I want to. I won't even hear what's happening in the world. I'll only be able to leave when the time is right. If Voldemort did get a hold of my friends to use as bait, I can't do anything. If he decides to kill one of my friends because he's waited to long, everyone will think that I've abandoned them.
I don't want any of m friends in that kind of danger or being used to get to me. I won't have that grandfather. I won't allow that to happen…" Harry whispered, trying to maintain his demeanor by trying to keep his thoughts from wondering in that direction.
Again Albus was overwhelmed by the magnitude of Harry's desire to protect his friends. By keeping the knowledge that Harry is alive from basically everyone, they can't be used by Voldemort to get to him. He could see that it was hurting Harry, to have to ask him not to tell his friends that he was alive. But it was for their own safety. "I understand, Harry."
"Thank you." Harry hoped that Albus would understand, and was pleased to see that he did. "Grandfather, can you tell me what's been happening since I um- 'died'?" Harry was still finding it weird that everyone in his time thinks that he's dead.
Albus smiled and followed in with Harry's question. He told Harry everything that had been happening in the past two days since he 'died'. Everything that's been happening in the school, how the students be feeling, that Fudge was still denying that Voldemort is back, and that the attack and his death was an act. To say that Harry was annoyed at Fudge's ignorance would have been an understatement. Harry was pissed, plain and simple.
"That Fudge is a fool and an idiot. I can't believe that he's still being this arrogant. The most powerful Dark Lord in history has returned and he still in denial. The entire wizarding world is in danger and he still rather believe that everything is just fine and dandy. He probably believes whatever Lucius Malfoy tells him. The only good thing about anything right now from what you told me is that the public really doesn't believe Fudge." Harry said angrily pacing the dream made Gryffindor common room.
"Yes Harry, I know. But there's nothing that neither you nor I can do about it right now." Albus reminded him. Harry calmed down a little.
"You're right." Harry replied calmly.
Suddenly the Gryffindor common room started to change colors. Both Harry and Albus looked around frantically, trying to understand what was happening. Slowly everything was turning black and disappearing. When the Gryffindor common room completely vanished, Albus and Harry found themselves in the mist filled void they were in earlier. Harry was the first to understand what was happening.
"Albus!" Harry called out, forgoing the formal addressing. Albus heard the seriousness in Harry's voice ad turned to look at him. "Sir, the spell my friend cast that allowed us to talk must be ending. We don't have a lot of time."
Albus quickly looked around again to see that what Harry was saying was true. "Alright Harry. Take care of yourself, wherever you are." He smiled at his grandson, before pulling him in to one last hug. "I hope to see you in person sometime in the near future."
Harry looked up in his grandfather's arm. "Don't worry, you know I'll be careful. I don't go looking for trouble, it finds me." He laughed a little. Albus chuckled at that comment, as it was so true. "Take care of everyone while I'm gone." Harry requested, before he gasped.
Albus looked down to see why Harry gasped. He saw that he was now holding a ghostly apparition of Harry, than a full color body of Harry. Quickly realizing that Harry was returning to wherever he was. He quickly pulled his grandson closer, hoping to keep him there a bit longer. He felt Harry do the same, but knew that their time was getting small by the second. Looking at each other, Albus saw tears in Harry's eyes and felt some in his own. They had just got back together and now they had to leave each other.
"I will return." Harry sniffed, as he vanished for a split second and reappeared again. "I promise." He phased out again and this time he didn't reappear.
~Dream Ends~
Albus awoke to find himself in his bedchambers. He found his face felt slightly damp, and wiped his hand on his face only to find that he had tears still running down his face. / It was real. I really did see and talk to Harry. / Sitting up and putting his half-moon glasses on, Albus saw that it was almost seven o'clock. He had to get ready for another day. However he wasn't feeling in the lease bit, depressed like how he was for the pass two days. He had spoke to Harry, he held him in his arms. Walking over to the windows, Albus opened them to be greeted by the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen in his life. Smiling to himself. "Come back soon, Harry."
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~Back in the past at Harry's Chambers~
Harry felt dizzy after the image of his grandfather disappeared. Shaking his head only made his dizziness worse. He groaned, as the room would not stop spinning. Falling back against the soft comfortable exterior of the couch, Harry stayed there for a minute. He felt a soft hand lay upon his forehead, it was comforting and seemed to help stop the spinning. Opening his eyes he looked up to see Lily leaning over him, with a concerned expression on her face.
"Are you all right, Harry?" She asked.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm all right. The spinning has stopped." Harry answered as he sat up right again.
"How was it? Were you able to talk to whoever it was that you wanted to?" She asked, seeing that Harry recovered.
"Yes, I did. We were able to get everything pretty much straightened out." Harry answered, with a smile before turning to Galen. "Thank you, Galen." However he noticed that Galen looked a little worn out and was breathing a bit hard. "Are you all right?"
Galen smiled a Harry before responding. "Don't worry yourself, Harry. The spell is just a bit draining. I'm not as young as I use to be. I'll be fine by tomorrow."
Harry nodded and glanced at the clock to see that it was only 12 o'clock. Harry's brows frowned in confusion. / I thought I was in that dream world for more than an hour. It felt like over three hours, not one. / Turning to Galen he asked his question.
"Galen, why has only an hour passed, when it felt like over threes hours passed while I talk to my grandfather?" Harry asked.
"That's because it's the dream world. Time pretty much was no meaning in there. It might have felt like three hours to you, but in the real world only an hour passed. It's just something that no one has any control over." Galen answered. Harry understood that and didn't ask anything more. Just as Harry relaxed the castle elf that came to him earlier appeared with a large tray of food, and disappeared before he could ask why he brought all this food.
"I asked him to bring lunch for us." Lily spoke up clearing the confusion on Harry's face. Harry, Lily, and Galen spent the next half hour eating and small talking about various topics. After the tray was cleared, a knock was heard from the door. Lily quickly stood up and answered the door only opening it a little bit. Harry could see that Lily was looking down and talking to someone. He looked curiously at her wondering what and who she was talking to.
After about a minute later, Lily closed the door and turned around facing them with a smile on her face. It was than that Harry noticed that there was a basket in her hands. Harry just stared at it curiously wondering what was in it, as Lily walked back over to the sitting area. She placed the basket next to Harry on couch as she took a sit on the armchair she was sitting in earlier. Harry eyes kept switching between the basket and Lily for another minute before he couldn't hold in the question.
"What's in the basket?" He asked.
Lily just smiled even more. "Why don't you look for yourself." She suggested.
Harry looked closer at the basket and saw that there was actually a small thick blanket in it. Reaching his hand in slowly, Harry had just lightly touched the blanket when suddenly something under it jumped a little. Harry was so startled he withdrew his hand faster than he thought possible. Looking back up at Lily wondering what she put in the basket only came to see her still smiling. Lily nodded her head to silently tell him that it was safe. Harry moved his hand back slowly to the edge of the blanket.
Gripping it firmly, Harry lifted the edge of the blanket cautiously. But what Harry than found was not exactly what he was expecting. He found a grayish white furry face and a pair of crystal blue eyes of a small puppy staring back at him. Harry was needless to say, shocked. His face was so close to the pup that he was brought out of his daze when the little pup licked his nose. Harry heard snickering and looked up to see that it was Lily ad Galen snickering. Apparently they saw the pup lick his nose, bringing him out of his shocked state.
"I don't know what to say." Harry stuttered, as he pulled the little puppy form the basket. But Harry quickly realized that the puppy was not just an ordinary dog, it was a wolf. "A wolf?" Harry asked shocked, staring at the wolf pup that was now making himself comfortable on Harry's lap.
"Yes, Harry. I thought that maybe during the day when James and I are busy, you could use some company. After I left, I meet Kai our Games Keeper in the corridor. I asked him if he had any animals that would help and one that you could possibly like. He told me that he just so happen to have one and told me that he had a wolf pup. He said that he was going to release it back into the wild, but he wasn't sure that the pup was going to survive. But now that I asked him about a pet for you, he was more than pleased to give you the wolf pup." Lily answered.
The whole time Lily was talking, Harry was absentmindedly scratching behind the wolf pup's ear, while the wolf pup was playfully nibbling his finger on his other hand. Harry smiled at the playfulness of the wolf pup; he was already liking the little pup. Harry pulled the pup closer to him in a hug. "Thank you."
"Alright Harry, I am going to and get some rest." Galen announced standing up.
"Okay, Galen." Harry responded not looking up, as he was still playing with the pup.
Galen smiled seeing Harry was having fun. "I'll see you tomorrow than Harry. Tomorrow I'll tell you about why you suddenly have new powers and why your hair is now silver and gold." He finished and walked out the door.
Harry heard what Galen said, and now couldn't wait till tomorrow. He would finally be able to find out what was happening to him. Lily left soon after telling Harry that she hold to return to her duties. Harry said goodbye and again thanked her for the wolf pup.
Harry walked over to the balcony that was over looking the courtyard, holding the wolf pup in arms. The wolf pup was resting comfortable in Harry's arms and was slowly following asleep. Looking back surveying the landscape, Harry knew that after tomorrow nothing was going to be the same.
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